The Bankrupt Heiress Is The Superstar

The moment before, she was the unrivaled, enchanting evil concubine of the nation.

The next second, the big pig's head, though late, finally arrived.

Fans in Ye Wan's livestreaming room burst into laughter on the floor, "Wanwan, baby, you're so mischievous."

Things were not so harmonious in the "Beautiful World" livestreaming room.

"Holy shit, what the hell is that? It scared the sausage right off my chopsticks!"

"How ugly can one be to not dare to show their real face! And they call themselves the Honghuang top beauty, haha..."

"Technology is truly amazing, huh? Just lay on the filter thick, and anyone dares to claim they're a beauty! You over there, do you dare to show your face?"

...

Ignoring those colorful and unfriendly bullet comments, Ye Wan looked at the screen where a host dressed as an ancient bride in a bright red wedding costume, "Beautiful World," said, "Hello, do you need something from me?"

...

In a luxurious high-end apartment in the Imperial Capital City Center, Meng Keer, dressed as the Queen in superb red palace attire, watched the pig-headed figure on the screen, laughing with elegant grace.

During the middle of the livestream, a fan mentioned that a small anchor called "Honghuang top beauty" had absolutely killer demon concubine makeup!

As soon as the word Honghuang was mentioned, Meng Keer's expression immediately changed.

If it wasn't for that little episode with the goddess, she would have hit a hundred premium charms that night, successfully transitioning from beauty vlogger to female anchor, and her future blueprint wouldn't have been limited to the boring and monotonous beauty section.

Watching every day as those anchors without chests or butts, who could only coquettishly flirt, saying "Thank you, big brother, for the giant rocket," "Big brother Mua, muah," and receiving several times more gifts than her, Meng Keer felt pain all over her body from anger.

Why though?

Singing, dancing, acting cute, and flirting—can't any woman do that?

With a good strategy, if she could latch onto a hundred golden sponsors and complete the platform's task to level up to a diamond-level female anchor, then she too could easily lie back and win.

But Ye Wan had messed up the plan.

According to her girlfriends, Ye Wan was just a small anchor with barely a thousand fans. Was it worth squabbling with her? She was like a fart—let it go.

But Meng Keer just couldn't swallow that affront.

She hadn't expected that tonight would bring such a rare opportunity.

She was dressed as the Queen herself in grand red palace attire.

And Ye Wan? She donned a tattered tablecloth, posing as some evil concubine.

Heh, walking right into the line of fire, I would be letting myself down if I didn't instantly take you down!

If this Queen doesn't perish, you all will ultimately remain concubines!

Thinking of her fan club's explosive fighting power, Meng Keer fearlessly clicked on the PK, not afraid of being accused of bullying with numbers.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wan accepted, seemingly unafraid of death!

Heh, well done!

Let's see how you plan to die in a bit!

With a smile that hadn't reached her eyes, Meng Keer's mouth curled with a mockingly amused expression towards Ye Wan's overestimation of herself, "Sister Honghuang, your demon concubine outfit is pretty eye-catching tonight."

"So?"

Ye Wan's face was expressionless, "Speak if you have something to say, otherwise get lost!"

Meng Keer: "..."

In every past live connection, wasn't it always "Sister Fuguang looks great, Sister Fuguang is awesome" flattery?

A small anchor with barely a thousand fans, and you dare to be so bold?

The smile vanished from her face, and Meng Keer said coldly: "Just right, I dressed as Her Majesty the Empress tonight, so how about we interact in friendship?"

"Isn't it a PK?"

Ye Wan looked utterly perplexed, "Forget the interaction, I don't have time for that nonsense."

Meng Keer: "..."

Fans in the "Beautiful World" livestreaming room: Holy shit, that's some nerve!

In the "Honghuang top beauty" livestreaming room: Piss off my Sister Wan, a woman of few words but fierce spirit, love it!

As Meng Keer's facade stiffened and her thick foundation began to crumble, Ye Wan raised her chin, "PK or not? If not, let's call it off!"

The stress ball StellaLou in her hand burst with a pop, and Meng Keer gritted her teeth and snarled, "PK!"