Chapter 3: Big Brother, Tell My Fortune~

The next day, after deciding to take a short break for two days, Jiang Muyu opened the live streaming app. The moment the stream began, she flashed an impeccable smile.

"Welcome, brothers and sisters who just joined~ If you like Little Feather, don’t forget to follow~ Join the fan club, and you can see Little Feather every day!"

Jiang Muyu smiled sweetly at the camera, while her other hand frantically tugged at her clothes.

How did the original owner’s clothes end up being so short? There was no sense of security at all!

She was just a bit progressive in her thoughts, but still quite conservative by nature!

- [Hey? Didn’t Little Feather say she wouldn’t stream these two days? Why start again now?]
- [Little Feather looks so good today! Screenshot frenzy!]
- [Little Feather winks!]

Jiang Muyu blinked, mimicking the original owner’s previous style, and blew a kiss. “Welcome to the stream, everyone! Please give Little Feather a follow!”

Before sleeping last night, she had gone through the original owner’s memories. Given her current identity, the fastest way to make money was through live streaming.

So early the next morning, Jiang Muyu set up the original owner’s streaming equipment.

But doing borderline dancing…

No matter how much she prepared mentally overnight, she just couldn’t do it.

She looked at the screen, rubbing her hands eagerly. “Babies in the live room, anyone want a fortune reading? Just one Carnival gift and I’ll do a divination! Any interested babies?”

“My fortune readings are super accurate! Don’t miss out if you’re passing by!”

- [Hmm? Has the streamer changed careers?]
- [What’s she babbling about? I don’t understand a word, but Little Feather looks great today.]
- [Really, Little Feather’s aura feels a bit different today. Did she adjust the beauty filter?]
[‘Go with the flow’ sent a Carnival gift ×1]

Go with the flow: [The streamer’s young, no need for mystification. Take the Carnival gift and get back on track.]

- [Yeah, I still prefer watching the streamer dance.]

Jiang Muyu was speechless.

Back then, one of her divinations was worth a fortune, but in the eyes of the live viewers, it wasn’t even as good as borderline dancing?

No class…

“‘Go with the flow,’ don’t leave yet. Since you sent the gift, how about I do a fortune reading for you? I’ll request a call—please accept it.”

Jiang Muyu didn’t care about saving face; she coaxed in a high-pitched voice, just wanting the other party to connect.

- [Such a cute Little Feather, boss Go with the flow, hurry and accept!]
- [Who can resist Little Feather’s coaxing?]

Go with the flow: [Alright.]

Moments later, the live stream split into two screens, with Go with the flow appearing on the other side.

He was a young man, no older than twenty-five or twenty-six.

He seemed a bit shy on camera, wearing a mask, with his ears faintly flushed.

“Cough, Little Feather, you said you do fortune telling, but what exactly can you read?”

Jiang Muyu replied, “Of course, I can read anything. Boss Go with the flow, is there something you want to know?”

He shook his head, saying, “My family is quite happy, no worries usually, and my love life is good.”

- [Wait, this guy lives so comfortably?]
- [Just casually throwing down a Carnival gift, can you blame him? I’m jealous.]

Jiang Muyu pondered for a moment. “In that case, let me read your face.”

“Sure.”

Go with the flow was easygoing and promptly removed his mask.

Jiang Muyu studied his face and counted on her fingers, frowning deeply.

- [Streamer, say something! Does Boss Go with the flow have something going on?]
- [Don’t worry, the streamer used to be a dance streamer, she can’t really do fortune telling. It’s probably for show.]
- [Mystification is boring, I’m out.]

“Little Feather, are you done?”

Jiang Muyu nodded. “You were born in the Year of the Horse, twenty-two years old this year, from H City. Your mother is a middle school teacher, your father runs an antique shop. Your family really is happy.”

Go with the flow nodded, a trace of pride on his face.

But in the next second, Jiang Muyu continued, “However, your father faces a crisis at seven tonight, you…”

“Little Feather,” Go with the flow interrupted, looking somewhat helpless, “I know your stream’s not very popular right now, but you really don’t need to do this.”

Jiang Muyu was stunned. “You don’t believe me?”

He smiled. “I do, I do, but I have something to do shortly. Let’s end this call here.”

Without waiting for her reply, he hung up.

“Hey? Don’t go!” Jiang Muyu wanted to call out, but he was already gone.

- [But I have to say, Little Feather acted pretty well.]
- [Really, I’ve seen this kind of fortune telling in movies. Little Feather must have watched a lot of those.]
- [Little Feather, dancing suits you better. Let’s stick to dancing.]

Jiang Muyu said seriously, “It’s true. If anyone in the live room knows Go with the flow, tell him not to take Chunhua Road tonight.”

Though her expression was grave, the viewers laughed it off, urging her to “come back to her senses.”

Jiang Muyu thought transforming from a borderline dancer to a fortune-telling streamer was indeed tough. She wanted to keep trying, but then the sound of something smashing came from the next room.

Probably Jiang Muqing had woken up.

She had to check on him, no time for streaming.

“Babies, my fortune telling is really accurate. If you’re interested, send me a private message! See you tonight.”

Jiang Muyu hurriedly ended the stream. Just as she opened her door, she heard the commotion next door.

Jiang Muqing’s angry shouts and Hu Feng’s soothing voice…

She peeked inside. After a night’s rest, Jiang Muqing looked much better, more spirited.

But that temper—who knows who he inherited it from.

“Break it all, smash everything. There’s nothing left in this house anyway.”

Jiang Muyu sighed and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jiang Muqing on the bed looked up at the voice, briefly dazed before recognizing the girl at the door—the one who had pulled his blanket yesterday.

His anger flared, face flushing red.

“It’s you? Why are you still here? Uncle Hu, kick her out!”

Jiang Muyu laughed in disbelief, pointing at herself.

“You want me to leave? Confused about who’s boss? I’m your great-aunt! And if you speak such rebellious nonsense again, believe me, I’ll knock you out again.”

Her eldest brother was so gentle—how did such an unruly descendant come about?

Jiang Muyu rolled up her sleeves. Today, she was going to properly discipline her big brother’s heir.

Hu Feng, who had witnessed Jiang Muyu knock Jiang Muqing out with a single blow last night, hurried forward to stop her.

“Miss Jiang, please calm down! Calm down!”

Then he turned to soothe Jiang Muqing.

“Master Muqing, this is Miss Jiang. She can heal your leg!”