Chapter 31: So You Were Forced After All!

"Egg Fried Rice" seemed to have reached a conclusion after saying that.

"When I asked you to help me curse someone, why were you so sluggish, asking this and that? So you’re a fan of Jiang Yinuo!"

Jiang Muyu: "…If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"

"Egg Fried Rice" was beyond listening to her now; she seemed to be having a breakdown.

"So you *are* a fan of Jiang Yinuo! You even wanted to whitewash him! You hid it so well. Luckily, I’m smart enough to have figured it out. I’m going to expose you!"

After saying this, "Egg Fried Rice" hung up the stream before Jiang Muyu could offer an explanation.

Jiang Muyu’s words were stuck in her throat, neither able to come out nor go down; she nearly coughed up blood.

"My dear viewers in the stream… Oh, heaven! Please distinguish the loyal from the treacherous…"

— [Hahahaha, is this what it feels like to be slandered by an honest person?]

— [Little Feather, we understand, we all understand. Such a young girl is quite terrifying.]

— [Wait a minute, she won't go to other metaphysical streamers and spend more money, will she? Won't that little star be in danger?]

— [I really can't understand modern fandoms; they are truly terrifying.]

Jiang Muyu let out a sigh, feeling she still needed to clarify things.

"My dears, don't just give out your birth data to strangers, and as for these so-called methods to curse others, it’s best not to use them. It’s very likely to backfire on you."

Jiang Muyu held her chest, pained, and said: "Otherwise, I’ll worry about you…"

Seeing the humorous expression on the girl’s face on the screen, Jiang Muqing took a deep breath and exited the stream.

This person always acted silly when she seemed reliable, making it impossible to tell if she was being serious or joking.

However, the girl who had connected earlier said she wanted to curse Jiang Yinuo…

Thinking about this, Jiang Muqing drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning, he was awakened by his phone ringing.

Jiang Muqing tapped to answer, and Jiang Yinuo’s face appeared on the screen, suddenly zooming in close.

"Second Brother! Are you awake? Second Brother! Are you okay?"

The other person’s loud voice threatened to shatter the screen. Jiang Muqing suppressed his impatience at being woken up and spat out a few words: "Get to the point."

Jiang Yinuo nodded, as if he had just realized.

"Second Brother! I saw those clips from the stream! Were you threatened by that girl? Big Brother, if you’re being threatened, just blink your eyes! I’m buying a plane ticket to come rescue you right now!"

Jiang Muqing: "..."

The next second, Jiang Yinuo’s wailing grew even louder.

"Second Brother! You *were* threatened! I saw you blink!"

Jiang Muqing took a deep breath: "No…"

Actually, that wasn't quite right. The two streams were indeed forced upon him by Jiang Muyu, but it didn't matter to him.

Jiang Muyu helped treat his legs, and the money from the stream was given to Uncle Hu…

"It wasn't exactly forced…"

Jiang Muqing changed the subject, thinking of the girl who had connected with Jiang Muyu yesterday, and asked: "What’s going on with you and that star surnamed Zhuo? Why do his fans want to curse you?"

The boy on the other side deflated instantly upon hearing this: "It’s just my rival. Our positioning in the entertainment industry is similar. It’s either him or me; his fans naturally don't like the sight of me…"

Jiang Muqing was silent for a moment: "I’m sorry, Xiao Nuo. If it were before, Second Brother would definitely have been able to…"

"It’s fine! Taking a break for a while is good!" Jiang Yinuo waved his hand, smiling heartlessly. "I bought a ticket and I’m boarding soon. Wait for me at home!"

"Okay."

The call ended. Jiang Muqing looked at the darkened screen and gripped the bedsheets beneath him.

At ten in the morning, Jiang Muyu tossed and turned in bed before struggling to open her eyes.

She reached for her phone to check the time, but messages kept popping up, and the phone vibrated incessantly.

"..."

Did it catch a virus?

After dozens of seconds of vibration, the phone finally returned to silence.

Jiang Muyu tentatively poked it, and after confirming it was fine, she picked it up. Only after unlocking it did she realize they were all notifications from the streaming app's backend.

— [Little Feather! Stop sleeping! You’re famous!]

— [Little Feather’s way of going viral is truly unique! Dying of laughter, hahaha!]

— [Streamer, can you calculate whether my idol has a girlfriend?]

— [Streamer, when are you going to start streaming? Can you make it cheaper?]

— [Are you really accurate at fortune-telling? If you can’t, don't bother; stop trying to cling to our idol’s popularity, okay?]

"..."

Jiang Muyu looked on, completely bewildered. What was all this? She couldn't understand a thing.

She wanted to browse other videos to relax, but the first one that popped up was a recording of last night’s stream.

It was the segment where she connected with "Egg Fried Rice."

The caption read: 'How many people have been ruined by fandom! Because of fandom, young people nowadays are all ruined!!!'

Jiang Muyu: "???"

Why did they blur out "Egg Fried Rice" but not her?

— [Because you're unhappy that your favorite star was 'bullied,' you want to curse others?]

— [This Zhuo Lexuan really likes to play the victim. Who would have thought anyone would believe it?]

— [Is this the kind of star you guys usually like? You should start eating something better!]

— [This streamer seems so helpless; she doesn't know what to say…]

— [This metaphysical streamer is quite fun; what’s her name?]

— [@Little Feather, we’ve gone viral; we’re being targeted by marketing accounts now.]

The comments below the video were split between discussing how "Egg Fried Rice" was young and irrational, and debating the authenticity of Jiang Muyu, the metaphysical streamer.

It wasn't just this one video; Jiang Muyu scrolled through several more, all of them clips of her stream.

The private messages were likely from people who found her after seeing those videos.

Jiang Muyu stretched. That was fine—with so many people curious about the authenticity of her streams, it seemed she wouldn't have to worry about a lack of viewers today.

After going downstairs, Jiang Muyu inspected the work progress.

Very good. Hu Hu had moved most of the things in the room downstairs, but couldn't get the fire started and was nearly smoked into a bear.

Hu Feng was helping the part-time maid cook, and waves of food aromas drifted from the kitchen.

Another figure was struggling to move in the small garden.

Jiang Muyu strode over and hoisted up Jiang Muqing, who was struggling to pull weeds in the yard. "Let's go, time for acupuncture."

Jiang Muqing shook the dirt off his hands and gripped the handles of his wheelchair. "Can you let me wash my hands first?"

"It’s fine, I’m not sticking you in the hand."

"..."

Jiang Muyu checked his legs again. They were recovering better than she had imagined. It seemed he would soon be able to walk, take a wife for himself, and then have big, fat grandchildren, heh heh heh…

The Jiang family would have descendants at last, heh heh heh…

"Second Brother! I’m back!"

When Jiang Yinuo pushed the door open, this was the scene he saw: a woman holding cold, gleaming needles with a strange smile on her face, while his Second Brother huddled on the bed as if he had been violated…

"Second Brother!!!"