My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 42

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Thank god, at least he saved a big chunk of money.

But even though he saved some money, Jiang Yiqing wasn't happy. Because now, he was about to be drowning in debt.

He thought he was making money fast enough, but clearly, it was nowhere near fast enough to cover his expenses. (Tired smile.)

If he wanted to speed up his income, just doing livestream fortune-telling wouldn't cut it anymore.

Not long after, his livestream fans were surprised to hear a new announcement:

"From now on, I'm expanding my services. Fortune-telling livestreams are still available, but if you have any other problems... ahem— I'm open to taking on different kinds of jobs too."

Saying that made Jiang Yiqing's face heat up a little. Good thing there was a screen in between, so the slight distortion made it less obvious.

Oh, life was so hard for him.

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Jiang Yiqing didn't expect that his first job outside of fortune-telling livestreams would come so soon— and from an old acquaintance at that.

It was Wen Xiuyan.

"The Wen family's old mansion renovations were recently completed. My whole family will be visiting tomorrow, so I'd like you to come take a look." Wen Xiuyan said.

Jiang Yiqing immediately understood. "Feng shui check?"

Rich people loved this kind of thing.

Wen Xiuyan responded with a simple "mm."

"Alright, what time tomorrow? Send me the address, and I'll be there on time." Out of Wen Xiuyan's sight, Jiang Yiqing rubbed his hands together in excitement.

Feng shui consultation was his specialty, and Wen Xiuyan had always been generous. This job was bound to come with a fat paycheck. Of course, he had no reason to refuse.

Not only would he take it, but he'd also do a damn good job.

Who knew, maybe this could be his ticket into the world of the rich. Jiang Yiqing chuckled to himself, already making plans.

Wen Xiuyan had no idea what was going through his head, but from his tone, it was clear Jiang Yiqing was in a good mood. For some reason, Wen Xiuyan couldn't help but smirk a little. "I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Yiqing immediately waved his hand. "No need, I'll just take a cab."

Wen Xiuyan didn't insist and quickly sent him the location.

The Wen family's old mansion wasn't exactly close to where Jiang Yiqing lived. The next morning, he got up extra early. Just as he was about to leave, he glanced down at the little pig spirit biting his pant leg.

"Hey, I know I called you my assistant, but don't take it that seriously." Jiang Yiqing felt a headache coming on. He was going for a feng shui consultation—bringing along a pig spirit wasn't exactly convenient.

But the pig spirit wasn't having it. It even started acting cute, which was... a little too much for Jiang Yiqing to handle. He almost jumped in horror.

With no other choice, he grabbed a talisman and sealed the pig spirit inside it.

On the way, he started thinking—if the pig spirit insisted on tagging along every time, this wouldn't work. He couldn't just keep drawing talismans over and over. That was way too much trouble. Maybe he should find a suitable piece of wood later.

Yawning, Jiang Yiqing leaned back in his seat. The ride was long—might as well catch up on some sleep.

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Meanwhile, Wen Junrong stumbled out of his room, groggily scratching his messy hair—only to see his older brother already dressed to the nines, ready to go.

Instantly wide awake, he cautiously called out, "Brother?"

Wen Xiuyan was sipping coffee. He used to avoid caffeine because of his insomnia, but lately, that hadn't been an issue.

Thinking about it, his mood actually improved a little. He glanced at his dumb little brother with an expression that could almost be described as gentle.

Wen Junrong sucked in a sharp breath. His whole body tensed as he spun around, waving his arms dramatically in alarm. "Agh! What kind of demon are you?! Get out of my brother's body!"

Wen Xiuyan's movements paused. His jaw clenched slightly as he bit down on his back teeth. "...Get lost."

Wen Junrong froze mid-motion. But when he saw his brother's usual expression returning, he almost burst into tears of relief.

"Damn, Brother, you scared the crap outta me. I thought you got possessed or something. Otherwise, why the hell would you dress up like a peacock and even smile at me like that?"

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

Pressing his fingers against his temple, he once again questioned whether there had been some kind of genetic mutation in their family.

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The Wen family's old mansion had stood for over a century. Naturally, after so many years, a lot of areas needed repairs. The renovation had just been completed recently. Even though Wen Xiuyan, as the current head of the family, had no intention of living there, this was still a big deal. He had to go check it out.

Probably just for one night, then he'd leave.

Of course, since Wen Xiuyan was going, the rest of the extended family would also make an appearance.

Meanwhile, in Beijing, plenty of people were secretly trying to find ways to get an invitation. They wanted to use this opportunity to cozy up to the Wen family. Too bad this was a private family event, and since Wen Xiuyan had personally said no outsiders were allowed, no one dared to push their luck.

At that moment, Madam Zhou glanced at her husband, a smug look on her face as she admired her freshly done nails. "Lucky for us, our Yuwen is dating Wen Chuan. That means he's considered family, so he gets to go too."

Zhou Yuwen was her precious son. His boyfriend, Wen Chuan, was just a branch member of the Wen family, but even a branch Wen was leagues above their own declining household.

Her husband, Zhou Ding, was equally pleased. He praised his wife, "You really gave me a good son."

Madam Zhou's smugness grew. Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Zhou Ding. "Now that we have Yuwen, don't think I don't know you've been looking for that other son of yours."

Zhou Ding's expression stiffened. He hadn't expected her to be keeping tabs on him. It was almost embarrassing. But then he remembered that Zhou Yuwen was heading to the Wen family today. He had been hoping to get Zhou Yuwen to pull some strings and help out with the company.

Zhou Yuwen was much closer to his mother. If he made a scene now, it wouldn't do him any favors. Swallowing his frustration, he forced a smile. "I was just curious, that's all. He's still my blood, but it's not like I actually plan on bringing him back. Zhou Ding only has one son, and that's Zhou Yuwen."

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