Su Yi felt as if what she had just thrown weren’t Super Rockets, but a villa and a luxury car.
It was a feeling of pure heartache.
"We won! Su Sannian is a beast!"
"Hahaha! Now *that’s* what you call a God of Wealth! *This* is a God of Wealth!"
"Let’s cheer for our Su Sannian making it into the top 25!"
"What’s this? Our Su Sannian is aiming for the Feiyu Star!"
As the penalty phase began, both streamers turned on their microphones.
An Jie was clearly uncomfortable. She was a top-tier anchor on Feiyu, after all, yet today she had lost a PK battle to some obscure, unknown streamer.
She shook her head. As for reneging on the deal, An Jie hadn’t even considered it, since Brother Li was the one putting up the money.
Meanwhile, the viewers in the live stream chat roared with laughter.
"Hahaha! Look at the expression on the other anchor’s face."
"You think she’ll go back on her word?"
"Unlikely... unless she’s done with Feiyu for good."
An Jie quickly composed herself, forcing a smile.
"I lost. You’re really something else, Su Sannian."
It was obvious Su Yi still hadn’t recovered from seeing twenty million Yuan’s worth of gifts being sent. She forced a smile of her own.
This left the viewers in her chat completely baffled.
"What the hell? What’s wrong with Su Sannian?"
"Why does she look so heartbroken?"
"Yeah, just looking at her expression, I would’ve thought she lost."
"+1, but she clearly won. Why is she acting ?"
Just as everyone was wondering, a notification popped up.
[Emperor "Huludao, Brother Li" has entered the stream.]
Su Yi greeted him politely, "Welcome to my stream, Brother Li."
"Yeah, I’m here to keep my promise," Brother Li replied.
Run away over a million Yuan? He wasn’t that shameless. After all, he was a man of status. Plenty of people on the Feiyu platform even knew of his company. If word got out that he’d skipped out on a bet, who would dare do business with him?
He tapped his finger.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
"Huludao, Brother Li has sent Su Sannian a Super Rocket! Click to enter the stream and open the treasure chest!"
"Huludao, Brother Li has sent Su Sannian a Super Rocket! Click to enter the stream and open the treasure chest!"
Five hundred Super Rockets soared across the screen.
"Brother Li is so generous!"
"Brother Li is a real man!"
"He honors his bets!"
"Of course! It’s only a million Yuan, what’s the big deal?"
With the million-Yuan gift secured, even though she had won it fair and square, Su Yi apologized out of habit.
"Thank you, Brother Li."
Brother Li didn’t say much more. "A bet’s a bet."
With that, he left the stream.
The PK battle was officially over, and Su Yi had successfully advanced. It was time to draw her opponent for the next round. This time, Su Yi got very lucky—she received a bye. This left the viewers in the live stream greatly disappointed.
"Damn it, I was hoping to see Summer God Hao turn the tide again."
"Looks like that’s not happening."
"It was impressive enough. He dropped over thirty million Yuan in gifts today."
Su Yi didn’t continue streaming. For the first time, she found that watching gifts being sent could be exhausting.
"Alright, everyone, that’s all for today’s PK. See you all tomorrow."
Having witnessed such an earth-shattering battle, the viewers didn’t try to make her stay. The stream ended amidst a chorus of goodbyes.
Feeling a chill run down her back, Su Yi first sent a report of the day’s expenses to Xia Liang before heading off to take a shower. However, she had no idea that the entire Feiyu platform was reeling from the day’s battle. Feiyu’s top male and female anchors were particularly stunned. They had immediately started a group chat, pulling in many other prominent streamers to discuss what had happened.
They had no choice. The spending power of Xia Liang’s account was just too terrifying. From its first appearance until now, it had spent over twenty million Yuan. Very few accounts on the entire Feiyu platform could boast such numbers.
The topic of their discussion today was the Feiyu Star competition. After all, if a complete newcomer managed to win it, where would they hide their faces in shame? The group chat buzzed with heated discussion.
Of course, Xia Liang and Su Yi were completely unaware of all this.
Xia Liang received a WeChat message from Su Yi.
20 million? He wasn’t entirely satisfied, but it was close enough.
He sent a word of praise in reply, "Not bad."
Putting his phone down, he glanced at the dead-drunk Luu Wenlin and sighed.
"Oh, oh, okay." Only then did Su Yi put down her microphone.
Xia Liang supported Luu Wenlin, with Luu Qi following behind as the three of them left. Although Luu Wenlin was muddle-headed, he still recognized Xia Liang.
"Cou... Cousin... I... I gotta tell ya! Cous... Cousin, thank you! Thanks for... for supporting me so much."
"Alright, alright, I know. Let’s go home," Xia Liang said, feeling helpless as he listened to Luu Wenlin’s drunken nonsense.
Even in the car, Luu Wenlin wasn’t finished. He continued to grab Xia Liang’s arm. "Cousin... listen to me! I swear! I will never, ever fall in love with her again!"
Sigh, can’t drunk people just be quiet for a change?
Xia Liang could only play along. "Alright, alright!"
Seeing Xia Liang agree so readily seemed to bore Luu Wenlin. He propped himself up.
"Driver, do you know what love is?"
"Nope," the driver replied, a look of exasperation on his face. "But I do know that it’s a 200 Yuan cleanup fee if you puke in my car."
"Hahaha," Luu Qi couldn’t help but laugh.
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After finally managing to get Luu Wenlin home, Xia Liang breathed a sigh of relief. He declined his uncle’s invitation to stay and took Luu Qi back to his own home. Luu Juan had already made the beds for them.
After washing up, they all went to sleep.
Xia Liang and Luu Qi were woken by Luu Juan’s voice.
"Get up, you two! It’s already nine o’clock!"
Xia Liang rubbed his eyes, picked up his phone, and glanced at the screen. It was 7:05 AM.
Wow... A classic mom move.
He was already used to it.
After breakfast, Xia Liang took Luu Qi out. Today, they were going to get the dowry back.
Arriving at Zheng Jin’s home, Xia Liang knocked on the door. It was Zheng He who opened it, but he was clearly not as panicked as he had been the day before.
He just said flatly, "You’re here."
Xia Liang raised an eyebrow. "Is the money ready?"
A vicious glint flashed in Zheng He’s eyes. This is the guy who made me lose so much face yesterday.
He sneered. "It’s ready, but I’m not sure if you’re capable of taking it."
With that, he took a step back.
"Oh?" Xia Liang murmured, stepping into the Zheng family’s home.
In the living room sat a few young men with dyed blond hair.
Xia Liang burst out laughing.
"What century is this? Still playing gangsters?" He smirked. "If This Master so much as stubs a toe while I’m here, you’ll owe me damages. Let’s say... a few dimes? You guys have that much money, right?"
Being mocked so openly, Zheng He was visibly furious, grinding his teeth as he glared at Xia Liang.