The Bankrupt Heiress Is The Superstar

It was like throwing a piece of bread crumbs into a fish pond; the hot thread that had been gradually calming down as work time approached suddenly boiled over again.

By the time Ye Wan finished washing up and taking Little Bun for breakfast, there were already more than a dozen posts related to her at the front row of the "fish pond."

There were haters, "I bet fifty cents, he's definitely a guy! Do they really think we have 'easy mark' written on our faces? Waiting for him to be skinned and leave the internet!!"

There were onlookers, "When it comes to live streaming, not to mention small-time streamers like her, even the top ones, who can claim they don't use filters? It's like Zhou Yu hitting Huang Gai, one willing to strike and the other willing to bear it. Scatter, scatter, let's not give them a chance to siphon viewers and fans."

There were also those wavering between being an onlooker and a fan, "Can I say I didn't sleep all night? An all-capable female streamer is indeed no joke, especially the hand-breaking bricks and last night's demon concubine act – salty, sweet, soft and cute, and yet with an inexplicable chuuni vibe. I kind of stan her... Forget it, see you at eight!"

And there were loyal fans shivering in their alt accounts, "My Wanwan is really cute, just take one look, only one, and you'll be like me, lining up with a number card of love, waiting for her to flip the green card. Don't out me, I'm rolling out!!!"

...

Ye Wan glanced at the livestreaming room again.

Oh ho!

Impressive!

150,000 fans had doubled to 380,000!

The morning breeze blows, the war drums sound, who is afraid of whom in this world?

Ye Wan rolled up her sleeves and rubbed her hands together.

"Ye Xiaowan..."

Ye Cheng, who was eating a doughnut, had his cheeks puffed out with some sugar frosting on his nose, "Will they suffer a lot?"

"Who... who will?"

Ye Wan looked up, her face full of confusion.

Little Bun pointed at the phone, then at Ye Wan, "You are smiling so evilly right now. I don't know if I should feel sorry for myself first, or for them."

By evening, Little Bun had his answer.

"Ye! Xiao! Wan!"

Ye Cheng, being dragged under the shower to get ready for a bath with his hands on his hips, "I! Don't! Want! To! Sleep! This! Early!"

Dinner at five, storytime at six, now it's just seven, and it's still light outside. Does he really have to sleep now?

"Ye Xiaowan, going to sleep right after eating can easily lead to indigestion, indigestion can lead to a stomachache, a stomachache will make me cry, and then you will have a headache!"

"Are you sure you don't want to take me downstairs for a walk to help with digestion?"

Ye Wan, smiling, poked his little belly, "Eye contact confirmed, no need!"

Little Bun, huffing in anger, "Ye Xiaowan, you..."

Pia!

A light sound. Little Bun touched his little butt, his face turning red, "Ye Xiaowan, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands! That's not right, you're not a gentleman. Then... Confucius said something about not looking at what is improper!"

"Then just take your bath nicely!"

Setting the towel where he could reach it after his bath, Ye Wan turned on the shower.

The sound of water was rushing, and she faintly heard "Indeed, 'tis the small-minded and women who are troublesome to raise." Turning around, Ye Wan saw Little Bun slamming the bathroom door shut.

Steam blurred the glass door, and the silhouette of the little guy, half the height of a person, gradually became hazy.

Had the house still been there...

Echoes of playful noises that he could hear through the door while Dad gave him a bath filled her ears, and during those times, Mom would shake her head helplessly but with a happy and doting smile on her face.

Ye Wan felt a warmth in her eyes and stepped out of the bathroom.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ye Wan entered the livestreaming room punctually.