Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 365 - 201: Instant Kill_3

Watching the number of viewers in the live stream increase, Ren Yong knew that all of these were money. Let them curse, as long as there was money to be made, they could curse all they wanted.

Ren Yong adjusted his mood and continued to sell products, "So what if Shu Wan writes well? Can she prove she didn’t steal my characters? I just feel she stole my work."

When the viewers heard Ren Yong’s shamelessness, they were simply astonished, cursing him in the barrage of comments.

But this was exactly what Ren Yong wanted; after all, the barrage was also a component of the stream’s popularity.

Seeing Ren Yong’s shamelessness yet the high popularity of the live stream, the viewers were frustrated to death but powerless against him.

But Shu Wan had a way to deal with him.

She could tell that Ren Yong was shameless, only seeking the popularity of the live stream.

"Let’s sing for everyone tonight. Feel free to request any song."

It was already a pleasure to watch a beautiful woman, and now they could listen to her sing as well, so naturally, everyone was extremely excited.

Moreover, Shu Wan’s singing was quite lovely.

When she first arrived in the modern era, Shu Wan didn’t really know how to sing modern pop songs and couldn’t quite appreciate this style.

But now, after listening to more, Shu Wan could hum a few lines and found it quite interesting.

Shu Wan randomly selected songs requested by the viewers, and without any sound card or other assistance, started to sing along with the accompaniment.

Although using a sound card makes the voice sound more standardized in terms of quality and timbre, it ultimately loses the singer’s original voice.

Shu Wan didn’t use one, so listening to her song felt especially clear and bright, like a babbling spring flowing at night, merging with the moonlight, and pouring straight into people’s hearts.

With both visual and auditory pleasures from Shu Wan, naturally, no one wanted to watch Ren Yong hysterically sell products.

Shu Wan’s popularity continued to rise while Ren Yong’s popularity plummeted to the point where, later on, the entire live stream could barely gather a hundred people.

Ren Yong’s complexion grew uglier, and in the end, he had to end the live stream dejectedly.

Shu Wan’s live stream continued, and the video of her live calligraphy writing had already been shared on social media platforms.

Those who had previously sworn that Shu Wan had surely stolen the work fell silent, and amidst their silence, they were astonished.

Although they didn’t understand calligraphy, they still had a sense of whether the writing was good or not.

[....Why didn’t I believe these were written by Shu Wan initially? Just because the characters were so impressive, it turned out they really were written by Shu Wan. How can she be so impressive?]

[...So what exactly did God deprive Shu Wan of???]

[As a student majoring in calligraphy, I only want to kneel before Shu Wan. That’s amazing.]

Amidst the admiration, there was also a lot of skepticism.

The skepticism was still about the quality of the writing. It was so good that even many famous masters could not produce it, and people could not believe it came from the hands of a female celebrity from the entertainment circle.

Online discussions were buzzing, but in Shu Wan’s live stream, the song was serene, and the audience was immersed in this tranquil atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves.

Shu Wan’s singing seemed to possess a soothing power that allowed people’s troubled minds to relax for a moment.

No one noticed that Fu Siyu was also hidden among the countless viewers, listening carefully to Shu Wan’s singing.

He closed his eyes, quietly listening to Shu Wan’s voice, enjoying the moment when suddenly his room door was knocked on.

"Young Master, the Young Master still hasn’t come home."

Fu Siyu opened his eyes, his gaze slightly darkened, "What time is it now?"

"It’s eleven o’clock." The Housekeeper looked somewhat troubled, "Just now, the Young Master’s friend did call and said, said..."

The Housekeeper hesitated for a long time but ultimately didn’t dare to say where Fu Yang had gone.

Fu Siyu looked at the Housekeeper, "Just say it."

"Yes," the Housekeeper hesitated for a moment, "said the Young Master is drunk and currently lying in a Huiyu private room."

As the Housekeeper finished speaking, he clearly felt the gaze on him turn as cold as reality.

The Housekeeper instinctively wanted to defend Fu Yang, "It might not be true; maybe they exaggerated it. The Young Master is usually quite well-behaved."

Fu Siyu glanced at the time, stood up, took his coat, and put it on, "Send a car. I’ll go find him."

"Right away."

While the Housekeeper followed Fu Siyu out, he stealthily sent a text message to warn Fu Yang.

But obviously, Fu Yang did not see the warning text.

Because when Fu Siyu arrived there, Fu Yang was sprawled drunk on the sofa, his eyes blurry.

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