After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 60 - : It must be adorable when a macho man like Brother Li cries
Chapter 60: Chapter 60: It must be adorable when a macho man like Brother Li cries
Sang Qiao turned her head and indeed saw that the live stream was on, and the barrage of messages on the screen was flying fast.
[Sister Qiao, you finally showed up! You don’t know how perfunctory Brother Li treated us. He just listed the product and told everyone to buy if needed, with no follow-up.]
[I’ve realized that Brother Li never pays full attention to us; his eyes are only for you!]
[Please start your introduction, is the notebook really that tasty, or what flavor is the duck~]
[Sang Qiao: Are you exposing secrets upstairs? I’m adding you to my grudge book!]
Sang Qiao was amused by the comments; some fans really had a sense of humor, “If you need to draft something, you can buy the notebook which comes with a pen, very practical.”
[What, it’s edible? Ok then, I’ll buy it and eat it up.]
[Folks, don’t place your orders too quickly. If they sell out, they will end the stream in the blink of an eye.]
[Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao, can you talk about what’s going on with you and Sang Emperor? Won’t you forgive him?]
[Yes, Sister Qiao, actually the shrimp was peeled by Sang Emperor! We all saw it today, when you sent it to Meng Wangge, his eyes were red, looking super pitiful.]
[Sang Emperor just followed you. Aren’t you going to follow him back? His profile even has your name, SQ.]
All sorts of comments were asking about her and Sang Shen.
Sang Qiao glanced through them and replied indifferently, “I know, that’s why I don’t eat it, I don’t have any relationship with Sang Shen, not to mention forgiveness.”
Her response did not satisfy the crowd; they continued to furiously type their inquiries.
Si Chenli, with distinctively articulated fingertips, swirled a pen, his deep eyes peering into the camera, “Aren’t you all curious when Qiaoqiao and I met?”
[Curious!]
[Is Brother Li trying to spare Sister Qiao from our difficult questions? Quickly share your story!]
Sang Qiao only felt a headache. Compared to answering this, she’d rather reply to questions about Sang Shen.
However, the man seemed not to care about losing face, stopping his pen-twirling action, casually placing his large hand on the table, his thin lips parted slightly: “The first time we met, she dumped me.”
At this revelation, fans in front of the screen were shocked as if they had seen a ghost. Mr. Si was dumped?
[Sss, as expected from Sister Qiao, not only is she beautiful but also doesn’t care about wealth, even dumping a top-notch man like Mr. Si?]
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[Help, a story of a domineering CEO chasing his wife through a crematorium just popped into my mind. So, Sister Qiao, do you have a five-year-old genius hacker baby in your belly now?]
[Sister Qiao, any thoughts on dumping Mr. Si?]
Si Chenli turned his head, his gaze deep as he looked at her, a faint smile on his face, his voice low, “They’re saying you have a baby, is it true?”
“How could that be.” Sang Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth, her expression complicated; they hadn’t even met in private, what baby? Netizens were making wild guesses, and he was asking nonsense.
She positioned notebooks with various designs where the camera could capture them, “Not dumped, just a misunderstanding. Let’s get back to business, buy the notebooks.”
[Owowow, Sister Qiao, how can you just say half and stop, how am I supposed to sleep tonight?]
Regardless of how the comments bombarded, Sang Qiao selectively ignored the questions about Si Chenli or Sang Shen, diligently introducing the notebooks.
Although some fans planned to place orders later to make them stream longer, Sang Qiao and Si Chenli’s popularity and the number of fans forming shipping couples were massive. Notebooks and pens, being daily practical items, were soon sold out.
After selling out, Sang Qiao, in her usual style, ended the stream at lightning speed.
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The next day, when everyone gathered, Sang Jiao and Sang Shen, limping, attracted most of the attention.
Even the director’s gaze was drawn to them as he furrowed his brows tightly, “Sang Emperor, what happened to you and Sang Jiao?”
“It’s nothing, I just had a fall yesterday.” Sang Shen’s lips were pale as he forced a smile, trying to look energetic.
His gaze unintentionally stole glances at Qiaoqiao, who unfortunately hadn’t looked his way even once.
The pain in Sang Shen’s knees was intense, and his heart felt similarly pained. He had knelt for just two hours and could barely tolerate it, while Qiaoqiao had knelt for four or five hours in the past, even all night long. How much pain must she have felt? What was she thinking?
“I fell together with my brother.” Sang Jiao’s legs were terribly painful, but she dared not say a word.
“Can you both endure through today’s filming?” The director felt it was odd but didn’t pry further.
Sang Shen: “I can endure.”
“I’m fine too.” Sang Jiao saw Sang Qiao nearby, seemingly unconcerned and in good spirits, and she gritted her teeth in anger.
She and her brother had knelt for a whole two hours the previous night, sending many messages, and she hadn’t responded; if only she had shown up, perhaps the second brother wouldn’t have had to kneel for so long.
“Today’s task for the show is really simple. The five pairs of guests just need to draw a card and complete the task together,” the director said, pulling out five neatly folded pieces of paper from his pocket.
Meng Wangge spared no face as she revealed, “Doing a quick calculation, definitely nothing good.”
The director ignored her and smiled broadly, “Come and draw lots.”
“Lin Weichen, you go draw this time.” Meng Wangge tugged gently at the clothes of the man beside her, her luck being notoriously bad; she didn’t want to drag him down too.
“Okay.” Lin Weichen had no objections, nodded, and went to draw a piece of paper.
He picked one casually and unfolded it: “Devise a method with the female guest to obtain a durian without using money or other items for exchange.”
Seeing the task, Meng Wangge was completely dumbfounded, “We can’t use money or objects to exchange, so how are we supposed to get it? Surely the trees around here don’t grow durian?”
“This requires you to brainstorm a bit,” the director answered, watertight.
[Hahaha, I remember the first time Meng Wangge and Yao Hui exchanged manure for a meal.]
[Pfft, the production team really has no good intentions, it seems they can only exchange labor, but durians are so expensive, would anyone agree to their little bit of labor?]
Gu Nanmo went up next to draw, his piece of paper read, hand-make an item of clothing for the female guest, without using money or objects for exchange and must find a way to create all the tools and materials.
“Can I use my own old clothes?”
“No, I said create,” the director shook his head mercilessly.
Sang Qiao also stepped forward to draw a paper, she opened it and it read, find a way to make the male guest cry without causing harm.
“Chopping onions and chili doesn’t count as harm, right?” Sang Qiao, holding the paper, felt overwhelmed. She had heard that Chenli had never cried since birth, not even when he hurt his leg one year.
Director: “It counts; it irritates the eyes.”
Sang Qiao: “…”
[Suddenly feeling so excited, why is that? Brother Li crying must look really cute.]
[Is there a chance their task will fail? It’s rumored that Mr. Si has never cried.]
