Chapter 8: Fifth Brother’s Regret

Lin Wan listened with secret amusement, thinking Lin Mo was really courting disaster. Her relationship with their mother was already so strained, yet she still provoked her further…

But Lin Mo’s actions would only highlight her own virtues, making the family love her even more.

“Mom, don’t be angry. Getting upset early in the morning isn’t good for your health.”

“Mo Mo is still young and immature; please don’t take it to heart.”

“You’re the sensible one, Wan Wan. Sigh, she doesn’t respect herself. When a scandal breaks out, she’ll regret it!”

Lin Wan glanced at the tightly shut door, her eyes glinting with a hint of mockery.

If a scandal really erupted, that would be even better.

Then she would have no ground to compete with herself at all!

Inside the room, Lin Mo couldn’t hear any of their words.

She had stayed up all night and collapsed into sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She slept straight through until dinner.

At the dinner table, everyone else had finished and left by the time Lin Mo sat down—only Lin Qinglang remained across from her.

He leaned back in his chair, wearing Bluetooth earbuds.

His demeanor was gloomy and restless, as if shrouded in dark clouds, almost on the verge of rain.

Lin Qinglang sighed, listening to the voice in his ear, watching Lin’s live stream from the previous night.

He shook his head. “I really don’t get it.”

Lin turned out to be a girl, and her voice was not only beautiful but also somewhat familiar.

This must be the public voice.

He had always assumed Lin was a man, a highly skilled one at that.

He hadn’t expected such a cool, clear, and lovely female voice.

He had to admit, a girl like that would be very popular with guys.

But why had she deleted him?

Had he been too harsh towards Lin all along?

Lin Qinglang asked himself honestly. His attitude toward Lin was very good, but only in the way a brother treats another.

Was that why Lin wanted to leave him?

Usually, Lin Qinglang spent generously on female streamers; otherwise, he wouldn’t have earned the nickname “Young Master Lin.”

“Is she disappointed in me?”

He had never spent a penny on Lin, and thinking about it, he felt some guilt.

This girl spent every day gaming with him—how had he really treated Lin?

In his heart, ten female streamers… no, a hundred couldn’t compare to Lin’s place in his heart.

He shook his head. “If I could do it all over again, I would never let her down.”

Lin Mo ate her meal, watching Lin Qinglang muttering to himself like a madman, not knowing what he was doing.

His decadent, melancholic aura was completely different from the usual spoiled heir appearance—his aggressiveness had diminished considerably.

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But these thoughts were beyond Lin Mo’s concern.

She was going to stream all night and needed to eat well to have the energy to make money.

By midnight, Lin Mo arrived at the internet café’s private room to start her live stream as usual.

Zheng Xiu even brought her a sealed bottle of cold drink. “Because you showed up, business has been much better tonight.”

Lin Mo noticed a few young boys staring at her.

She responded with a faint “Oh.”

Overhearing their chatter:

“So cold and aloof.”

“She’s definitely beautiful. Is she good at gaming too?”

“Of course. I heard from last night’s internet café report—she was going crazy killing everyone.”

At the peak of her popularity, Lin had tens of millions of fans and paid no mind to such attention.

There was good news: her stream’s traffic was much higher tonight, and her follower count was rising quickly.

Her tone was better, even carrying a hint of a smile. “Thank you all.”

The chat was flooded with comments:

“If you want Lin not to be aloof, the money has to be right!”

“Her voice is so beautiful, just listening makes me fall in love.”

“Beautiful hands too!”

Gifts kept rolling in nonstop.

When Lin Qinglang entered Lin’s stream, the audience had already surpassed 300,000.

Seeing the familiar account, he felt anxious—she was clearly a gamer, so why had she deleted him?

He was utterly baffled, even to the point of having nightmares over it.

At first, he watched quietly, until he heard the noisy background—apparently the internet café.

The girl was ordering instant noodles from a waiter.

Lin Qinglang quickly sent a gift worth a thousand yuan. “Lin, go eat something nice. Instant noodles aren’t nutritious.”

Soon, someone in the chat noticed Lin Qinglang—after all, he was a wealthy second-generation entertainer on the platform.

“Young Master Lin is amazing, showing up everywhere.”

“Wherever there’s Lin, there’s Young Master Lin. But why is Lin streaming alone?”

“Must be Young Master Lin trying to get favors from her.”

“Exactly! Giving so few gifts, surely Lin looks down on him.”

Lin Qinglang was furious reading these. What favors? Was he such a vulgar person?

He sent thousands more in gifts and humbly resent a friend request.

Leaning back in his costly gaming chair, hands clasped, his handsome face was tinged with anxiety.

“In front of so many people in the stream, she can’t just ignore me, right?”

“Besides, I’ve spent over 5,000 yuan. She should at least give me some face…”

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Lin Mo saw the request, glanced at it, and mercilessly rejected it.

She didn’t want to be a sycophant anymore.

A sycophant ends up with nothing!

The chat exploded.

Lin Qinglang was frustrated to death. “How could this be? What misunderstanding does she have about me?”

He recalled how, when he was ridiculed and beaten by groups of small streamers, Lin appeared to play with him.

Since then, he rarely lost.

Staring at the screen, Lin Qinglang felt unusually low, as if he had lost something.

Why had Lin’s attitude toward him changed so suddenly?

He lowered his gaze. “I must have done something to disappoint her.”

Meanwhile, Lin Mo finished her instant noodles and reclined on the sofa chair.

Her phone rang; she glanced and saw it was Mu Bai’s call.

Tsk, probably more bad news…

She took advantage of a bathroom break and answered the call in the hallway.

“Lin Mo, you’re really shameless.”

“Just because I said a few words to you last time, you degrade yourself and stay out all night, huh?”

“Is it noisy over there? In a bar?”

Mu Bai’s tone was full of disdain and prejudice.

Lin Mo swallowed hard, feeling a sting in her throat.

Her heart was swollen and sore—it had been a four-year relationship…

In her previous life, if she hadn’t been so obedient, she might have seen through Mu Bai’s true nature sooner.

Mu Bai, the young master of City A, was courteous to others but turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Lin Mo let out a bitter laugh from her throat.

“Have you finished scolding me?”

Mu Bai continued his endless lecturing.

His voice echoed hollowly down the corridor.

At that moment, a tall man appeared in the hallway.

He had naturally overheard Mu Bai’s words.

Lin Mo’s face darkened completely. Seeing the man approaching, she didn’t even look closely at who he was and stepped forward to block his path.

A distinct, elegant fragrance wafted over.

He was a man of refined taste.

Lin Mo didn’t stop to wonder how such a man could be at an internet café.

She said into the phone, “I’m out with my boyfriend. What business is it of yours?”

Finishing her words, Lin Mo raised her phone, signaling the man to speak.