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Live Stream Love

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During a live game stream, I randomly matched with a little kid who had just turned three. I casually joked, "Good kid, call me mom."

My newly acquired son got all excited and yelled, "Dad, I found my mom!"

My mind was full of question marks at that moment.

Hey, hey, hey, this is a live stream, little buddy. Eight hundred thousand viewers are watching.

I'm a streamer who makes a living with real skills, not by stirring up scandals, you know?

"Kid, I was just joking. Why are you calling your dad?"

But my newly claimed son completely ignored me. The character Angela on screen just kept spinning around me.

"Dad, come quick, my mom is right here."

I: "..."

The chat was in hysterics. Someone asked if I'd secretly hidden a kid somewhere.

I was busy denying it when that Li Bai character, who'd been showing off from the start, inexplicably ran over and started spinning around with Angela too.

He even typed in the public chat: "Yeah, she's pretty cute!"

Me: "?"

Unless I'm mistaken, the hero I was using was the burly, bearded Cheng Yaojin, right?

The chat went completely wild.

I was so flustered I could barely think. I suspected these two were sent by rivals to mess with me.

I controlled Cheng Yaojin and leaped out of their encirclement.

But the enemy Li Xin seized the opportunity and beat me down to half health.

My ultimate was on cooldown. At the critical moment of life and death, Angela found an opening to spin around me again.

Li Bai stood beside us and casually typed: "Son, does your mom need help?"

My good son asked me via voice chat: "Mom, Dad's asking if you need help?"

I: "..."

I'm not blind!

I felt like they were humiliating me. Furious, I jumped straight onto Li Xin's ultimate and killed myself.

Angela lost her target, stood there dazed, and was also sent back to base by Li Xin.

Li Bai managed to escape, running under the enemy tower.

Our team had given away three kills right at the start. The other two teammates were absolutely livid.

"Thirty-eight and single": "Are you three putting on a family drama here?"

"Even a rabbit bites when cornered": "Cheng Yaojin, do you even know how to play? Did you get carried to King rank?"

I was at a loss for words. I decided I had to win this match to prove I deserved my eight hundred thousand fans.

But as soon as I respawned and hadn't even left the base, my newly acquired son followed me again.

"Mom, we have a parent-child activity at kindergarten tomorrow. Are you coming?"

I ignored him.

My good son was persistent.

"Mom, are you coming?"

My temple twitched. I said sternly, "No."

The moment I said it, my good son stopped in his tracks.

I didn't think much of it, glad for the peace and quiet.

Until I heard the sound of a child crying, trying very hard to suppress it, coming from my phone.

It was very faint, like a kitten whimpering, but at that moment, my heart suddenly clenched.

I remembered being a kid, hugging my mother's coffin and telling her to get up.

"Hey, I'm busy tomorrow. How about next time?"

I figured kids have simple minds, he'd forget about it in a few days.

The crying stopped immediately. About two minutes later, I saw my good son, his two big ears flopping, bouncing over to me.

"Mom, there's a parent-child sports day next week. I've already signed you up."

I: "..."

So your kindergarten has parent-child activities every week, does it?

Pretty ridiculous, right? The kid's dad was too busy farming jungle monsters to do anything about it?

"Look, I'm in Deepcity. It's too far. I might not be able to make it in a week," I made an excuse.

My good son immediately said, "What a coincidence! I live in Deepcity too."

I wanted to smack myself. What are the odds?

"I'm in Southside. It might be too far from you, inconvenient," I bluffed, trying to fool the kid.

My good son got even more excited. "What a coincidence! I'm in Southside too."

I should have just said I was in Antarctica.

"That's not really appropriate either. Your dad probably wouldn't agree," I said, hoping to rely on that Li Bai who had been frantically farming jungle monsters.

I thought he seemed like the normal one.

But Li Bai typed back: "Where do you live? I'll pick you up next Friday!"

I was dumbfounded. Is this something a normal person would say?

I pretended to be blind and deaf, sneaking around playing my Cheng Yaojin.

But Li Bai wouldn't let me off. He appeared beside me out of nowhere.

"Address!"

I: "..."

I consider myself to have a good temper. I didn't swear.

But I couldn't contain my anger, so I started unleashing a full combo on Li Bai in front of everyone.

After a flurry of attacks, Li Bai stood there without moving. You'd think he'd gone AFK.

Then the old man typed: "I once killed a man every ten steps, but I'm defeated by a single glance from you!"

My Cheng Yaojin wasn't backing down: "Hahaha, the real man's battlefield is right here!"

Li Bai: "I have poetry and strong liquor. Come with me!"

Cheng Yaojin: "Hehehe, boss, I have a thousand ways to cut your salary!"

The live stream fans immediately started shipping them.

I: "..."

I stood there dumbfounded, staring at Li Bai.

I only knew Zhu Bajie and Chang'e had special dialogue triggers. Since when did Li Bai and Cheng Yaojin have them too?

What kind of messed-up game setting is this?

I quickly made Cheng Yaojin jump back, afraid that if I was a second late, pink hearts would start popping up over my head.

Li Bai went back to farming jungle monsters. I thought he'd finally returned to normal and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then someone in my live stream gifted me ten "Galas" in one go.

That instantly pushed me to the third spot on the trending list.

I was so excited I quickly thanked my top tipper.

"Thank you, 'My Husband,' for the ten Galas!"

As soon as I said it, I felt something was off. I stared for a long time before realizing—this guy was trying to claim me, wasn't he?

But since I'd already accepted the gift, I couldn't exactly burn the bridge after crossing it.

While I was torn between keeping the gift and keeping my dignity, Li Bai floated over to me again.

"You're welcome!"

I didn't get it, but a second later, Li Bai made it crystal clear.

Another thirty Galas were gifted in my stream, again from "My Husband."

A bad feeling crept over me. Sure enough, Li Bai typed on the screen again.

"What's mine is yours!"

Then I heard my good son say disdainfully, "So stingy. How are you ever going to win Mom over?"

I: "..."

So that flashy Li Bai was the one who gifted me the Galas?

While I was still stunned, someone gifted me a hundred Galas in my stream.

My good son said in a proud tone, "Mommy, this is my filial piety. Spend it well!"

I was completely numb.

Was it because of the shock from this father-son duo, or because I was dazzled by fifty Galas?

Had I matched with some kind of nouveau riche?

My fans were even crazier than me, all chatting excitedly.

All sorts of guesses were flying around. Some said it was sweet, others said the father and son had ulterior motives.

The most ridiculous one was that I had orchestrated this whole thing myself to attract viewers.

The chat was in an uproar. People were cursing me, people were defending me, people were just cursing everyone.

My live stream was as chaotic as a farmer's market.

Finally, everyone was calling for me to go to the parent-child sports day to prove my innocence.

Right at that moment, Li Bai just had to add another comment:

"Your son has a gift for you. If you don't come, he'll be very sad."

"Mommy, please go. I haven't seen you in six years."

This father-son duo had successfully made my already chaotic live stream even worse.

I was absolutely speechless. No matter what I said, I couldn't clear my name.

The only way out was to agree to go to the parent-child sports day to refute the accusations!

"Which kindergarten?" I asked grumpily.

I wanted to see which kindergarten had raised my son to be so... outstanding!

"I DMed you. See you Friday!"

I was so mad I wanted to stomp on Li Bai's sword through the screen.

But what was even more infuriating came next. Li Bai and Angela, the father-son duo, had no sense of honor. The moment I agreed to the sports day, they went AFK on the spot?

What?

What, what?

They actually left me alone to face the crazy fans and the even crazier other two teammates?

I don't know what came over me, but for the remaining ten minutes of the game, I spent them apologizing to the other two teammates.

It wasn't even my fault.

What did I do to deserve this at such a young age?

The funny thing was, before I even finished my stream, my assistant, afraid I'd back out, had already posted an announcement.

"Friday, live stream: 'Dinosaur Little Yiren' and the Crazy Father-Son Duo's Parent-Child Sports Day!"

After the stream ended, I didn't dare go online.

My parents called me that night, saying they wanted to see their grandson.

Apparently, I, a gaming streamer, had even made the trending list for half a day. In short, I was mortified beyond belief.

I dragged my feet and tossed and turned, but Friday finally arrived.

That day, I wore a full brown bear costume and a giant panda face mask.

To put it mildly, I looked like a black bear that had stolen a panda's skin.

My agent was super excited and started live streaming from the car.

This was my first time showing my face. My fans had been waiting all week, and what they got was a hybrid creature. They were all cursing me in the chat.

I didn't care. I clutched the treasures in my bag, gritting my teeth, waiting to meet my legendary son and his father.

I was going to give them a welcome ceremony they'd never forget.

The distance was short. From my place to my son's kindergarten was only a ten-minute drive.

So short that I wondered if they'd moved overnight just to mess with me.

Worth mentioning, my son's kindergarten had a hilarious name: "Meng Qiu Qiu Kindergarten" (Dream Balls Kindergarten).

I kept thinking Li Bai was pranking me, but Meng Qiu Qiu Kindergarten actually existed?

Just as I was thinking this, a man in a tuxedo at the gate politely addressed me: "Miss Claire, is that you? The young master is already waiting for you inside."

I: "..."

Well, well, rich people really do play at a high level, don't they?

"How did you recognize me in this outfit?" I was genuinely puzzled.

The butler smiled. "The master said that if anyone in bizarre clothes showed up, it would definitely be you."

My agent leaned in and whispered, "He knows you that well? Don't tell me you've actually been hiding a man and had a son behind my back?"

I: "..."

Let's just say, if I weren't still a lifelong single, I might have suspected I'd had a son and heartlessly abandoned him.

The tuxedoed butler led me, the hybrid panda, into the kindergarten.

As soon as we reached the playground, I received a very enthusiastic welcome from the kids.

"Ryan, your mommy really came!"

"Ryan, you're so cute. Is it because you were born from a panda?"

"Ryan, why isn't your daddy here yet?"

"Ryan, your mom is a panda, so your dad must be a tiger, right?"

"Then if they have a baby brother or sister, will it be a little squirrel?"

I listened to the kids' childish chatter, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

But I was more curious to see which one was my son.

The kids quickly gave me the answer. The human wall parted, and a little boy in a tiny suit was pushed out.

The little guy was adorable, but seriously overweight. He was chubby, like a little ball. Maybe it was to match the kindergarten's name?

His face was red. He seemed very nervous. He hemmed and hawed for a long time before finally whispering, "Mommy, I'm your son. My name is Ryan. Please take care of me from now on."

I had mixed feelings at that moment. How should I put it? Looking at this cute little guy, I almost had the illusion that I really was a mom.

I didn't know how to interact with kids. I thought for a moment and asked, "Do you like lions, tigers, or elephants?"

My good son thought for a moment. "Elephants."

"Alright." I nodded, rummaged through my bag for a while, and then plopped an elephant butt cushion onto my son's head.

"Mommy?" Ryan called out, confused.

"Stand up straight." My voice was very stern.

The little guy obediently stood at attention.

I was satisfied. Then, with a fierce expression, I picked up a big hammer labeled "1000 Tons" and started banging it on the little guy's elephant head.

Bang, bang, bang!

As I hit, I chanted under my breath.

"This one is for the mental distress of you randomly calling me mom.

"This one is for the trouble you've caused me.

"This one is for the huge mental distress of you wasting money on gifts for me!

"And this one is for the critical hit mental distress of you going AFK and getting me reported!"

When I was done hitting, I saw the little guy was almost scared stiff. I quickly and gently took off the butt cushion from his head.

I patted the little guy's head kindly and asked, "Where's your dad?"

The little guy honestly pointed towards a big tree not far away.

Only then did I notice a person standing there. I picked up the hammer and marched over menacingly.

I swear, I went over there intending to either kill him or beat him to death.

But the moment I got close and saw that ridiculously handsome face, I immediately chickened out and turned to run.

But I was too slow. Someone grabbed me by the scruff of the neck.

"Where are you going?" a voice full of mockery sounded from behind.

"I-I-I... I mistook you for someone else."

I struggled to get away, but the scruff of my neck seemed permanently attached to the man's hand.

"You didn't mistake me. I'm Ryan's dad, your top tipper whom you called 'my husband' on stream."

I wanted to curse, but I held it in and gave an awkward smile.

"Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. I'll return the money to you right away."

Trembling, I pulled a bank card I had prepared earlier from my bag and threw it behind me.

A cold laugh came from behind. "Getting rid of me with money again?"

My mind went blank. What did he mean by "again"? This time wasn't my idea.

I was trying to figure out how to phrase things when my idiot agent came over, camera already on her shoulder.

My nerves tensed. "Don't come any closer!" I yelled.

But it was too late. My agent stopped a few meters away, and the expression on her face visibly shifted to one of horror.

I heard my agent shout, "Holy crap, Claire, your husband is the top celebrity Lucas?"

My heart sank. Is there a hole in the ground? If not, I'll dig one myself. I want to crawl into it right now.

My agent held up her phone and started furiously filming Lucas's face. I couldn't stop her.

The live stream exploded.

Soon, my stream's popularity shot to number one. Half of the viewers were Lucas's fans, all cursing me for riding his coattails.

"So the rumors that our Lucas has an illegitimate son are true?"

"Who is this small-time streamer? Is she really the girlfriend?"

"Is this a publicity stunt? Is the streamer trying to get famous by using him?"

I was thankful I was in disguise. But the next second, I felt a chill on my head.

I turned around in horror to look at Lucas.

This dog was holding my panda costume in his hand, looking at me with a challenging expression.

"Old Yang, turn off the stream right now!" I quickly told my agent.

I did not want to trend again because of Lucas. Did I want to live or not?

But my assistant looked at me strangely. "Uh, he brought his own streaming setup too."

I was stunned. I turned around and, sure enough, saw a person standing behind this dog. He was dressed like a tree spirit, so I hadn't noticed him before.

"Lucas, what's your game?" I was furious, calling him by his nickname.

He was called Lucas the Second because he was such a troublemaker.

Lucas looked at me with a half-smile.

"The sports day is about to start. The son is waiting, honey!"

"I'm not your—" I was about to let loose a string of curses when Lucas covered my mouth.

He leaned in close, his lips almost touching me, and whispered, "Shh, honey, we're live. Watch your image."

I slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Who's your wife? Don't call me that. I'm a rugged, handsome young man in my prime. Only a two-meter-eight-tall telephone pole could match me."

Lucas laughed. "Both sides are live streaming. Are you sure you want to go against me?"

I immediately backed down. I couldn't shut down the stream now. The online rumors would be disastrous. I'd be blacklisted across the entire internet.

I analyzed the situation carefully. The only way to survive this crisis was to shamelessly play along.

And when it came to being shameless, I was an expert.

I smoothed my hair, touched up my makeup for the camera, and then crooked my finger at Lucas.

He raised an eyebrow and walked over, looking puzzled.

I moved aside slightly to give Lucas some camera space and introduced him. "Babies, this is my top tipper, the father of my son. Of course, many of you might think I'm putting on a show. I must clarify here and now, I am absolutely not faking this. After all, with my annual income, I couldn't afford to hire a top celebrity to act with me!"

My sincere explanation started to sway the live stream audience.

"I love ghost ships": "True, with how bad Little Yiren is at the game and how infrequently she streams, she couldn't even afford to pay a top celebrity."

"I sail for the sea view": "With her brain, she couldn't come up with such an outlandish script."

"Schrodinger's coal-mining cat": "Looking at it now, her only good point is that she's decent-looking. And I mean just decent."

I: "..."

You don't have to be so harsh. Thanks a lot, you lovely fans!

"As you can probably tell, I do know this top celebrity. And you don't need to guess about our relationship. I'll tell you right now. Him, Lucas, is my childhood friend. He's been chasing me since we graduated high school."

As I was talking, I saw Lucas about to speak. I pulled him close and covered his mouth.

"But back then, he wasn't as well-groomed as he is now. And I'm a sucker for good looks, so I rejected him outright. He probably couldn't stand the embarrassment, so he kept chasing me..."

I counted on my fingers.

"He chased me for six years. In the seventh year, we had a falling out and lost touch. As for why he showed up on my stream, I have no idea. Anyway, that's all the gossip. My son's sports day is about to start. Bye!"

After my rapid-fire explanation, I immediately ended my stream.

Lucas shook off my hand and said coldly, "A year apart, and you haven't changed a bit."

I tossed my hair. "Big sister has always been this beautiful and elegant!"

"Thicker-skinned than ever!" Lucas said grumpily.

I pouted and ignored his little bruised ego, walking straight towards my son.

Halfway there, I remembered I had one more thing to do. I turned back, waved at the tree spirit behind him, and whispered in Lucas's ear.

"You'd better turn off your stream right now, or don't blame me for saying something even more embarrassing for you!"

Seeing the look on Lucas's face, I laughed like a thousand-year-old snake demon and wiggled my big bear butt away.

"Son, what's the first event? Mommy will help you beat all the other kids."

The little milk ball answered me with a sweet smile.

"Three-legged race."

I laughed. "That's easy. Your mom was an all-around champion in school sports. I could do a three-legged race, or even an eight-legged one, no problem."

The little milk ball shyly pointed to the other family team beside me.

"A three-legged race like that."

I turned, smiling, and my smile froze.

The parents next to me had their legs tied together and were holding their child horizontally.

The kicker was that they had twins. The two kids were stacked on top of each other, upside down, grinning at me.

Looking at the two kids' teeth, blackened from eating too much candy, I felt a bit of a mental breakdown. A shiver ran down my spine. I mechanically turned my head to look at the little milk ball.

"Son, how much do you weigh?"

The little milk ball got even shyer and held up three fingers.

Thirty jin (15 kg)? That's not so bad. But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he added, "Thirty kilograms!"

My heart skipped a beat. I immediately raised my hand. "Teacher, my son is too heavy. For safety reasons, we forfeit this event."

The teacher looked at me kindly. "Ryan's mom, you can't forfeit once you've signed up. And besides, isn't Ryan's dad here to help?"

I shook my head vigorously. "Teacher, Ryan's dad is useless. He has to rest twice just carrying a bottle of water up the stairs. And we live on the second floor. What can I expect from him? If he passes out, I won't know who to carry."

The teacher looked at me with a strange expression, then glanced behind me.

I felt a cold draft at my back. I turned around to see Lucas glaring at me with a dark face, like the Annabelle doll.

"Do you believe that this useless guy who rests twice on the second floor will tag you on Weibo tomorrow and make an official announcement?"

I pouted. "You're a top celebrity now. You don't care about your image anymore?"

Lucas sneered. "After the stunt you just pulled, do I still have an image left?"

Seeing that he was actually reaching for his phone, I had to back down.

"Get over here and tie our legs together!"

A triumphant smile curled at the corner of Lucas's mouth. He trotted over happily and crouched down to tie our legs.

Once everything was ready, I looked at the little milk ball and started to worry.

"How did you raise him? He's only six and already this fat?" Sixty jin (30 kg) is heavier than a bag of rice.

Lucas also looked at the little milk ball with disdain. "He's my brother's son. Who knows how he feeds him."

My eyes lit up. I looked at Lucas excitedly.

"Your brother's son calls you Dad?"

Lucas grinned smugly.

"Right after Ryan was born, I kept saying 'call me Dad' in front of him every day. The first word he ever said was to me. Now he can't break the habit. He only calls me Dad. When he sees his real dad, he calls him Uncle. You should have seen my brother's face. It was green with anger."

I burst out laughing, hands on my hips.

"Nice one! Your big brother finally got what he deserved. He had it coming! Hahaha!"

The little milk ball looked at us laughing more and more wildly and said helplessly, "I'm still here, you know. He's my real dad. Can you at least save me some face?"

I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. I waved my hand. "Your real dad is a total jerk. If it weren't for him, I'd have been your mom ages ago. Now that I've stolen his son, can't I even have a laugh?"

Ryan: "..."

Lucas and I laughed until we were done. The race started.

Because the little milk ball was so heavy, and Lucas and I had our legs tied together, even though I was only carrying his legs, I couldn't pick up any speed at all.

By the time everyone else had finished, we were only halfway there.

I was panting heavily. "It's okay, son. You held us back in this event. You'll definitely win the next one."

The little milk ball wasn't in a hurry. He said calmly, "The next one is a relay race where you carry the child."

I: "..."

A bad feeling crept over me. "Son, what other events did you sign up for?"

I listened as the little milk ball started counting. "Carrying the child 100-meter dash, carrying the child 200-meter dash, carrying the child 500-meter dash. Basically, I signed up for all the events where you have to carry the child."

I: "..."

"Son, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about your mother?"

For the rest of the events, I didn't say a single word. One, I was too tired. Two, I was afraid I'd start crying right there.

By lunchtime, I was completely exhausted. It was hot, and I was still wearing that brown bear costume. I was about to pass out from heatstroke.

Lucas saw me steaming and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you hot?"

I glared at him sideways. "Do I look like I'm not hot? It's twenty-eight degrees Celsius, okay?"

Lucas laughed. "Is this costume expensive? Can't bear to take it off?"

I was so mad I swung a slap at him. He dodged, and my hand hit my son's head instead.

My sleeves were soaked with sweat. When I hit the little guy's head, it made a wet smack.

The little guy looked at me, dazed.

I grinned. "It's okay. Mommy's just giving you a head wash."

Lucas laughed so hard he was doubled over. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the restroom.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think? If you don't take that off, you're going to get heatstroke," Lucas said helplessly.

I pouted, looking very wronged. "I'm only wearing one layer underneath. Do you think I want to be like this?"

Lucas looked at me with a strange expression. I don't know what he was thinking, but his face turned red. I kicked him far away.

A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the men's room.

He picked a stall and started taking off his clothes.

"Holy crap, what-what are you doing? Even though we have a kid together, I'm not that kind of person, you know!"

I was stammering, but Lucas had a great body, and I couldn't help sneaking peeks. He stopped moving halfway through taking off his shirt, caught by my gaze.

"Claire, I didn't come looking for you for a whole year. Couldn't you have come to see me?"

My expression froze. I pursed my lips and didn't say anything for a long time. Lucas's face didn't look good. He continued taking off his clothes.

I didn't feel like watching anymore, especially when I saw the tattoo on the inside of his arm. My nose suddenly felt a little sore.

"Your face is plastered everywhere. I see you every day."

Lucas's eyes flickered. A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"But I couldn't see you."

I didn't know what to say to that.

Lucas handed me his white shirt and turned his back.

"Hurry up and change."

Looking at the shirt in my hand, I felt a mix of emotions. After a long pause, I said, "I'm only wearing one layer underneath too."

I could clearly hear Lucas take a deep breath. After a moment, he pulled a skirt out of his bag and threw it at me.

My face immediately darkened.

"You carry women's skirts around with you?"

Lucas snorted. "Look closely. That's the one someone left behind a year ago when she was about to offer herself to me."

My expression changed. I looked at the pink, girly skirt in my hand, and my face felt like it was on fire.

"Hurry up and change. Ryan will be waiting."

I didn't dare say another word. Even though the skirt was a bit too childish, this wasn't the time to be picky.

When I was done changing and said it was okay, Lucas didn't even look at me. He opened the door and strode out.

I pouted. Jerk. He left me alone in the men's room?

But before I could leave, Lucas came flying back like a mother hen and slammed the door shut.

I was startled. Before I could speak, Lucas covered my mouth.

"Someone's outside," he whispered.

I didn't dare make a sound.

From outside the door came the sound of flushing, flushing, and more flushing.

Then a few male parents started gossiping.

"Did you guys see that? Was that top celebrity Lucas just now?"

"That's him. I can't believe he has a son at such a young age."

"I read some gossip news saying Lucas has a rumored girlfriend. They said they were living together."

"Stars' circles are all the same. Come on, the sports day is about to start. Let's go."

When everyone outside had left, Lucas finally took his hand off my mouth.

"Who were you living with?" I asked instinctively.

Lucas raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a half-smile.

"What, jealous?"

I nodded very sincerely.

Lucas was amused by my honesty.

"It's Ryan's nanny. Ryan lives with me now."

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I thought he'd been messing around with another woman behind my back.

"Claire, my dad passed away a year ago. My big brother doesn't dare stand in our way anymore. Aren't you going to give me a title?"

I stared at him in shock. "Your dad passed away? When? How come I didn't know?"

Lucas's family background was incredibly powerful. You could say that half of Deepcity's power belonged to the Lucas family.

Actually, I had fallen for Lucas a long time ago.

He was such an outstanding person, and he only ever showed concern for me. Would I have to be an idiot not to like him?

But back then, I only knew Lucas came from a well-off family. I didn't know he was the crown prince of Deepcity.

The day before I was going to confess my feelings, Lucas's father came to see me.

The old man was in his sixties. He seemed very kind. He didn't say anything harsh to me. He just introduced his family business and made it clear he wouldn't approve.

The old man really didn't say a single harsh word from beginning to end.

Maybe it was the inferiority of being from the lower class, or the uncertainty about our feelings for each other, or perhaps the gap between heaven and earth that made me give up before I even started.

Anyway, I don't really know what I was feeling at the time. But given my life experience and immature mindset back then, I was sure Lucas and I wouldn't make it.

So when Lucas confessed to me the next day, I didn't hesitate to reject him.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the proud Lucas didn't give up after my rejection.

He kept at it until I graduated from university and started working. When I felt my mindset was mature, my finances were stable, and the timing was right for us to face the pressure together, his father got sick.

This time, it was Lucas's older brother who came to see me. He said Lucas had to take over the family business and marry a woman from a suitable family, etc.

The things his brother said were much harsher. He basically insinuated that I was a toad lusting after a swan's flesh.

Actually, I wasn't deterred by that at the time.

I felt that Lucas's love for me was enough to keep my head held high.

But what I never expected was that my family, who had raised me relatively happily, would end up deeply in debt because my father accidentally killed someone with his car.

At the time, we had to sell our house and beg for help everywhere just to barely solve the problem.

Overwhelmed and exhausted, I was visited again by Lucas's father. The old man was sick in bed. He looked at me sincerely.

He only said one sentence: "Child, you two really aren't suited for each other. The persistence of youth often comes to nothing."

Honestly, at that moment, I was in despair.

No matter how strong your heart is, it's hard not to feel inferior.

But there was a stubborn fire burning inside me. I believed that even if Lucas and I walked this path for another ten years, it wouldn't come to nothing!

I solemnly replied to the old man.

"We can go from our youth to our old age together!"

But I never expected my planned confession to be搁浅 again.

The funny thing was, Lucas didn't go take over the family business either. He turned around and entered the entertainment industry.

Lucas still didn't give up on me. Whenever there was any rumor about him online, he would immediately report it to me.

I never once felt insecure because he was in the entertainment industry.

We were still technically nothing to each other at that point. Some feelings were already etched in my heart without needing to be spoken.

Then came the sixth year. Everything was heading in a good direction. I had also started to find my own path.

I wasn't just a game streamer. I actually owned shares in that game streaming company.

It couldn't compare to the Lucas family, but I thought it was enough. If I didn't give Lucas an answer soon, it would be a bit rude of me.

I prepared a grand confession ceremony. But just then, the Lucas family patriarch fell critically ill.

I really had mixed feelings at that time. But more than anything, I wanted to curse.

I felt like my family and the Lucas family were just cosmically incompatible.

Lucas's older brother came to me again. He said that once the old man passed away, they wouldn't interfere with us anymore.

I thought Lucas's brother was a bit unhinged.

Combined with his cold, expressionless face, I even suspected he just wanted me to curse the old man to hurry up and die.

How could any normal person agree to such an absurd thing?

But I did agree.

And I even threw a bank card at Lucas, telling him to spruce himself up, become a top celebrity within a year, and then we'd get married.

Lucas was no fool. Of course, he knew the reason behind it.

So we tacitly missed each other again.

He started acting. I started building my career.

I didn't dare to ask about Lucas's father's condition. I was afraid I'd have wicked thoughts and curse the old man to hurry up and pass away.

But I wasn't that kind-hearted either. I gave myself one year. After a year, I planned to take all my assets and go propose to the old man.

I was just half a month short of that one year.

I never expected Lucas to beat me to it.

"You obviously don't care about me at all. You don't even know when my dad passed away."

Lucas's face was dark with displeasure.

"You didn't come looking for me either!" I was also very unhappy. Otherwise, why would I have wasted a whole year?

"When you threw that bank card at me, my dad had already passed away," Lucas said again.

I was so angry I kicked the bathroom door.

And that door fell down with a crash, as if it were made of paper.

There was another parent outside, flushing.

The atmosphere was awkward. Lucas directly covered my eyes.

When the sound stopped, Lucas led me to another stall.

I: "..."

"Can't we just talk outside?"

Lucas's face reddened. He took off the tank top he was wearing underneath and threw it over my head.

"Wear this!"

My face darkened. "This is for little girls?"

Lucas muttered, "That shirt of mine is a bit see-through."

I was stunned at first. I looked down, and my face darkened. Why didn't this dog say something earlier?

Shameless! Taking advantage of me!

I grumbled and changed into the tank top. With the little pink skirt below, I looked completely ridiculous.

I was such a mess.

"So your brother deliberately lied to me?"

"Not exactly. He said it was the final test. As long

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