My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 91

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It felt like the first time visiting someone else's house, and here he was, voluntarily helping out. Why did it feel so much like a son-in-law visiting his in-laws?

Jiang Yiqing realized his strange thought and quickly shook his head, dismissing it.

"It's just a few plates," Wen Xiuyan said, his dishwashing movements surprisingly skilled, not at all like someone who had never done housework.

This surprised Jiang Yiqing. He had assumed someone like Wen Xiuyan would be the type who never lifted a finger for anything.

But since Wen Xiuyan didn't mind, Jiang Yiqing didn't comment further. He gave Wen Xiuyan a thumbs up and exaggerated, "I'm so lucky to be friends with you."

Wen Xiuyan couldn't help but laugh. He placed the plates down, turned off the faucet, and even wiped the water stains around the sink.

"Nice, I didn't even notice that," Jiang Yiqing praised again.

Wen Xiuyan looked at him helplessly. "How does it feel like you're not really complimenting me?"

Jiang Yiqing touched his nose at the comment. "Huh? Really?"

"Ahem, I'll go pour you some water," he said, realizing he might've gone a bit overboard with the praise. He quickly changed the subject.

When he returned with the glass of water, Wen Xiuyan was already sitting on the sofa. But with his presence, it didn't feel like just a sofa—it felt more like a throne.

Wen Xiuyan was looking down at his phone, likely handling work-related matters, so Jiang Yiqing sat down beside him, mindlessly scrolling through his own phone without interrupting.

However, at that moment, Wen Xiuyan:

He had just sent some photos to Wen Junrong.

Wen Junrong was confused. His brother seemed perfectly fine, so why was he sending him pictures of a whole table of food? Was there some hidden meaning behind this?

Wen Junrong's mind started running wild as he carefully examined the photos, zooming in to look for any details.

Then, he received another message from Wen Xiuyan: "Made by Yiqing."

Wen Junrong: "?!!"

He had just thought the food looked pretty ordinary, but now he realized his mistake. It was made by his idol himself!

Oh! His idol was so amazing—he not only exorcised spirits, but he could cook too!

Wen Junrong mentally praised Jiang Yiqing, then finally clued in to something odd. "How do you have this photo?!"

Wen Junrong: "Did you go to my idol's house to eat?!"

Wen Xiuyan replied with a simple: "Mm."

However, Wen Junrong read all kinds of things into that simple "Mm."

It was showing off! This was blatant bragging!

Wen Junrong frowned in dissatisfaction, his emotions bubbling over. He couldn't help but scold Wen Xiuyan: "Brother, you're my real brother, and you didn't invite me to this great thing! You're hogging it all to yourself—my heart is broken!"

Wen Xiuyan didn't care about his scolding at all: "Yiqing didn't invite you."

Wen Junrong was defeated. Seriously, what was he even saying? What do you mean "Yiqing didn't invite you"? It sounded like he was purposely left out.

It was obviously just an accident that he wasn't invited! Well, even though that excuse was a little sad, the food was all his brother's fault for not mentioning his name. If only his idol was so generous, he definitely wouldn't mind adding a pair of chopsticks!

The truth was, Jiang Yiqing probably wouldn't have minded, but Wen Xiuyan did.

His dumb brother could eat so much—how long would it take for Yiqing to prepare all that?

At that moment, Jiang Yiqing, who was still playing with his phone, suddenly received a message from Wen Junrong. It was a photo.

Hmm... this looked familiar. Wasn't this the food he had just made?

Wen Junrong not only sent the picture but also included a sad emoji.

But where did he get this photo? Jiang Yiqing raised his head, looking toward the only possible source.

Just then, Wen Xiuyan finished his conversation with Wen Junrong, and seeing Jiang Yiqing staring at him with a strange expression, he asked, "What's wrong?"

From Wen Xiuyan's expression, it was impossible to tell what was going on. Jiang Yiqing asked, "Nothing, just curious who you're chatting with."

Wen Xiuyan replied calmly, "Responding to a business partner's message."

Jiang Yiqing: "..." Yeah, sure, I totally believe that.

If it weren't for the irrefutable evidence, Jiang Yiqing wouldn't have guessed that Wen Xiuyan had another side to him.

Wen Xiuyan, puzzled, noticed that Jiang Yiqing's expression seemed even stranger.

Luckily, Jiang Yiqing, being considerate, didn't expose him and smiled, saying it was nothing.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Jiang Yiqing stood up to open it, only to find the aunt he had arranged to go to the Bichon Frise's owner's house with earlier that morning standing outside.

Jiang Yiqing had told her his address earlier that day, but he hadn't expected her to come over suddenly.

The auntie looked troubled, her face full of helplessness. "It's started again. I can already hear the poor dog screaming from my house. It's been half an hour, and I can't stand it anymore. Shall we go now?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yiqing's face immediately grew serious. He didn't even have time to change his slippers before telling Wen Xiuyan and rushing out with the auntie.

Though Wen Xiuyan didn't know what was going on, he saw the change in Jiang Yiqing's expression and naturally followed him.

On the way, the auntie introduced herself as Zhang. She explained that the boy from earlier this morning, Zhao Zixuan, liked to bully the other children in the neighborhood. Their parents had gone to confront him before, but his unreasonable grandmother made things difficult.

When faced with parents who weren't easily intimidated, Zhao's grandmother would put her hands on her hips, jump around, and scold them, making the parents furious.

But when she met parents who were more formidable, she would cry, throw herself on the ground, and pretend to be hurt, claiming that the stress had made her sick. In the end, the parents who came to complain not only failed to get an apology but were even forced to pay her for her "medical costs." It was completely unjust.

The worst part was, Zhao's grandmother never thought she was in the wrong. In fact, she was smug, thinking she was truly clever.

As time went on, others stopped confronting her. They couldn't beat her, but they could avoid her. Parents started letting their kids play with Zhao Zixuan, even though no one wanted to.

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