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Ye Bing gently pinched the corner of her clothing, leaning beside Zheng Mengni, silently fixated on the man singing on the screen.
With red hair, pale skin, and pink lips, he had a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. His features were striking, with well-defined brow bones and a prominent nose. A shiny lip ring adorned his beautiful lips, making him even more captivating.
Ye Bing rolled a strand of slightly longer hair that hung over her shoulder, secretly pondering Zheng Mengni's type. She recalled that his appearance was quite different from the person in the livestream.
"Do you like this type?" Ye Bing asked.
Zheng Mengni replied, "Secret Tons."
Ye Bing feigned a hurt expression. "Do we need to have Secret Tons between us too?"
Zheng Mengni couldn't help but chuckle, implying, "Isn't there already enough Secret Tons between us?"
Ye Bing calmly stated, "Actually, it could be without it. I still really want to clear the barriers between us."
"That's fine; having Secret Tons is pretty good," Zheng Mengni said as she continued to send gifts, causing the number of viewers in the livestream to surge.
The comments began to flood in rapidly:
【Rich lady, so wealthy!】
【She just spent more than I could earn in a lifetime.】
【Ye Bing, your name sounds so nice!】
【I'm so envious; the host must be overjoyed! Still pretending to be aloof and grumpy, not even thanking the top supporter!】
【Oh my! I can sing too; would you like me to sing for you every day? This host is all looks and no talent—totally lacking emotion in singing!】
Zheng Mengni was using Ye Bing's account and even her real name. She was having a great time sending gifts while Ye Bing didn’t care much about the money; it just seemed like this person was a star. What if they ended up in entertainment news?
Suddenly, Ye Bing realized something and lazily smiled. No wonder she was using his phone.
It doesn't matter anymore; as long as he doesn't really have feelings for this little star, it's fine. Anyway, Ye Bing isn't afraid of being criticized by Sun Yao for being distracted by trivial matters.
The more Zheng Mengni spends, the more viewers in the livestream start to dislike Feng Youxian. Jealousy is at play, and not long after the recent rumors had cooled down, netizens brought them up again.
Meeting female fans in secret and acting arrogantly on set—what's so great about this no-name star that warrants such extravagant gifts?
Watching the barrage of insults flood the screen, Feng Youxian couldn't be bothered to respond to each one. In a fit of anger, he simply shut down the livestream. He didn't care about the money. If he truly valued it, he would have clung to his father's influence long ago instead of struggling for scraps in the entertainment industry.
Zheng Mengni sighed, "Why did he turn it off? What a pity; I hadn't finished sending gifts yet."
With the livestream over, there wasn't much left to analyze. Ye Bing leaned back, a teasing smile on his face as he said, "Come on, dear sister, leave me some pocket money."
Zheng Mengni's beautiful eyes were filled with reluctance as she replied, "But you just lie around at home every day; I haven't seen you buy anything."
"I do buy things," Ye Bing started but then trailed off mysteriously, beckoning Zheng Mengni to come closer to hear a secret.
Zheng Mengni remained unmoved, her expression saying she would only listen if he wanted to share; otherwise, she was going nowhere.
Ye Bing had no choice but to crawl over to her. His leg wasn't fully healed yet; he still needed a wheelchair and crutches to get around, making every movement particularly laborious.
Even so, Zheng Mengni showed no intention of offering help. Finally, Ye Bing leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "But I want to play games; if I don't spend on skins, the experience won't be good. Can you keep this a secret for me? Don't tell my parents."
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