Shi Nanci wore an expression like he'd just eaten shit. He was just a small-time streamer.
Earlier, he’d told Liu Ruxue that he was running a business, which wasn’t entirely a lie—he really was. But the part about making a lot of money? Pure fabrication. After all, anyone actually raking in cash wouldn’t be driving an eight-hand, flood-damaged Mercedes.
People who make real money never brag about it. Take Luo Yao, for example—would she go around flaunting her wealth to everyone? No. But the whole country knows she’s loaded.
On the other hand, those barely scraping by are the ones who love to boast about their "success," puffing themselves up with empty bravado. But fake is fake, and the only one suffering is the person putting on the act.
The reason Shi Nanci was streaming? To peddle his unsold, deadstock products.
“PK? PK my ass! You think you’re worthy? My livestream only has a few dozen viewers—getting them to buy my stuff is already a struggle, and now you want to scam my 'family' into spending more? Why don’t you just drop dead?”
Shi Nanci used to be on decent terms with Lin Jian. But ever since Liu Ruxue’s affair with him got dragged into the spotlight, Shi Nanci felt like he’d been desperately trying to eat shit all along.
The worst part? He hadn’t even gotten a bite.
So his hatred for Lin Jian burned even hotter than before—hotter than when they’d last fought.
Lin Jian hadn’t expected Shi Nanci to hold such a grudge. They’d been fine before, even after that fight. What’s the big deal? Young guys brawl all the time—it’s normal.Then it hit him: it had to be because of Liu Ruxue.
"Too scared? Fine."
Right then, "My Master is Luo Yao" entered Shi Nanci’s livestream.
[My Master is Luo Yao]: "Take the PK."
Shi Nanci froze when he saw Lin Ran’s username pop up.
That ID was practically a household name—anyone with an internet connection in the country knew it.
Suddenly brimming with confidence, he smirked at Lin Jian. "Alright, I’ll PK you. What’s the punishment for losing?"
Lin Jian: "You decide."
Shi Nanci scoffed, his disdain unmistakable.
"Loser jumps off a building."
Lin Jian blinked, unsure if he’d heard right.
"What did you say?"
"I said the loser jumps off a building. If they don’t, they’re a spineless coward, their kids will be born without assholes, they’ll get cucked every day for life, their parents will drop dead, their whole family will croak, their grandparents will get shipped off to Africa for slave labor—wait, no, scratch the grandparents."
Shi Nanci suddenly remembered Lin Jian’s grandparents were also Lin Ran’s.
But then it hit him—Lin Jian wasn’t even Lin Tianba’s real son.
"Ha! Grandparents stay buried, never to rise again. You in or not?"
Lin Jian’s face darkened, but considering that Shi Nanci’s livestream only had a few dozen viewers, he agreed.
"Fine. Let’s play. Don’t chicken out when it’s time to jump."
And so, the streamer PK began.
Lin Ran: "Uncle Fu, toss him a 'Carnival' (a high-value gift)."
Uncle Fu sent Shi Nanci a "Carnival," and Shi Nanci immediately thanked him.
"Thanks for the support, Brother Lin."
With Lin Ran on his side, victory was guaranteed. What did Lin Jian have to compete with that?
"Uncle Fu, make sure Shi Nanci wins this PK."
Uncle Fu smiled. "Young Master Lin, we don’t even need to intervene—he can’t lose."
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Look at his livestream room.
At that moment, a flood of viewers poured into Shi Nanci’s livestream—all because Lin Ran was there.
"My Master is Luo Yao" was the hottest ID on the internet right now. Everyone knew it belonged to the husband of the nation’s top tycoon.
[Just Trying to Earn Baby Formula Money]: "Lin Ran, what are you doing here? Oh, I get it—you want Lin Jian to jump off a building?"
[Writing Till Midnight Every Day]: "I came to this livestream to troll-gift, but I never expected to see the legendary whale here! Young Master Lin, do I still have a shot at success?"
Sorry Readers, I’m on Hiatus Again: "Coming from Lin Jian’s livestream. I’m gifting—I wanna see Lin Jian jump. That punishment is next-level savage."
Shi Nanci was stunned by the sudden surge of traffic. Was this his lucky break?
He never dreamed the person handing him this fortune would be Lin Ran—the Lin family outcast he’d once looked down on.
Viewers showered him with gifts. Most were small, but the sheer volume was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Lin Jian's livestream was also flooded—with free "hearts."
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh. The internet had finally wised up.
Even Lin Jian was fuming. How could his livestream with 50,000 viewers not have a single paid gift?
This made no sense. Even if a dog was on screen, it wouldn’t be this bad. Fifty thousand people, not fifty!
Soon, the PK timer ran out, and the two streamers reconnected.
"Go jump. I’ll be watching."
Shi Nanci delivered the verbal killshot, barely containing his glee.
He hadn’t expected Lin Jian’s livestream to earn zero gifts despite the massive audience.
Then, as an afterthought, he added: "To everyone watching, Lin Jian jumping is his own choice. This streamer bears no responsibility for incitement or consequences."
He knew Lin Jian wouldn’t actually jump, but he covered his bases anyway.
What if Lin Jian was stupid enough to go through with it?
"And if Lin Jian chickens out, it just proves he’d rather live as a spineless coward."
Lin Jian was seething, on the verge of developing a stress-induced tumor. Why had no one in his livestream gifted?
Was he really that hated?
Wasn’t "any publicity is good publicity" still a thing?
Wasn’t playing the victim supposed to make people open their wallets?
Had the internet changed that much?
He’d poured his heart out, laid his suffering bare—how could they ignore that?
Shouldn’t they be sobbing, gifting, and typing, "Waaah, the streamer is so filial and tragic, we must support him!"
A glance at the chat revealed the truth.
Lin Ran was on the other side. With his influence, even if Lin Jian’s viewers had gifted, he’d have lost anyway.
So his "family" had just been cutting their losses.
Tears welled up in Lin Jian’s eyes—crocodile tears.
"So my big brother is on the other side. No wonder no one dared to gift. Brother, please, spare us. Don’t threaten our family."
The chat erupted.
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[Check the Usernames]: "Who’s threatening us? We just don’t wanna waste money on a clown. You expect us to pay for your circus act? Shameless."
[Sugar Lover Here]: "I’ve discovered Lin Jian’s talent—his master-level passive-aggressive whining."
[Knife Lover Here]: "I kinda get it. Their family’s a mess now. Hope they stay together forever—this kind of 'bonding' is rare. Lock them in a room."
[Author Stan Here]: "Oho! ‘Big brother’ this, ‘big brother’ that—makes my skin crawl. Where was this ‘brotherly love’ when you were bullying Lin Ran?"
Lin Jian kept up his tearful act, but Shi Nanci’s face was pure exasperation.