Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 109 - 82: Soul Resonance with My Online Girlfriend

Chapter 109: Chapter 82: Soul Resonance with My Online Girlfriend

[Considering the fate of someone at this age, could it be... he’s calculating his second spring?]

Talking about one’s love life in front of so many people is indeed a bit unsettling.

Yuanshan Tingfeng cleared his throat.

"It is indeed..."

Amidst the inexplicable excitement of the crowd, he added:

"But actually, it’s not completely a second spring. We’re just at the stage of chatting online."

The viewers in the livestream room were even more excited.

[Honestly, I thought someone uncle’s age would be very reserved and wouldn’t do online dating. Turns out it’s quite "trendy."]

[That’s something you might not know; actually, people from their generation are more "open-minded," just that there was no internet back then, so it wasn’t widespread.]

Gossip often sparks the greatest curiosity in people.

So after hearing Yuanshan Tingfeng’s words, everyone started frantically asking for details.

[Uncle, how did you two meet? How far along are you? Is the other person good-looking? How old are they?]

[Yeah, yeah, tell us more. I’ve never seen how people your age date.]

[What’s going on, why am I so excited even though it has nothing to do with me?]

[Uh... although it seems a bit rude to ask, Auntie wouldn’t mind, right?]

The lively atmosphere just a moment ago became awkwardly chilly with that comment.

...

Yes, his wife wouldn’t know about this, right?

After all, affairs like this are very common in today’s society.

Yuanshan Tingfeng blinked, seemingly not quite understanding what they meant,

but Mu Yunchu helpfully spoke up: "He’s already divorced."

"It’s not what you think."

[Phew, what a relief.]

Understanding this, Yuanshan Tingfeng also explained from the side.

"Yes, I’m already divorced."

"I’m not the type to mess around with relationships."

To prevent everyone from lingering on this topic, Mu Yunchu took over and steered the livestream back on course.

"So, what do you want to ask?"

Yuanshan Tingfeng was silent for a moment.

Remembering the comments from the netizens earlier, he suddenly knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

"How about I ask about my online girlfriend?"

After asking, he rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He hadn’t gotten a fortune reading before, so the questions he asked were quite broad.

It was purely a coincidence that he ended up in Mu Yunchu’s livestream room.

He heard she had a knack for predictions.

The main point being, during each livestream, tens of thousands of people would simultaneously try to grab a lucky draw slot.

It would be a shame to give up that easily.

After all, a thousand bucks meant nothing to him.

"Alright," Mu Yunchu nodded, "Do you want to hear about her, or your future together?"

[Uncle, think this over—typically in this stream, no love story ends well, especially not in online dating.]

[Might I suggest you change your question and not waste such a good opportunity?]

It was apparent to everyone that spending so much money on an online relationship was unwise.

Still uncertain, Yuanshan Tingfeng immediately refuted upon seeing the comment:

"It can’t be; she’s not that kind of person."

"Besides, there’s nothing for me to take advantage of."

[...]

[I don’t know why, but I really wish some men would share a bit of their confidence.]

[People his age are indeed prime targets for scams.]

[So, what do you want to ask?]

"Actually, I just want to know what she looks like."

[??? You don’t even know what she looks like?]

[Okay, maybe I overreacted earlier. Not knowing in online dating is kind of normal.]

[May I ask, are you not afraid she might turn out to be something else entirely?]

[Afraid she’s not even a girl.]

[How long have you known her?]

Yuanshan Tingfeng recalled: "It’s almost been a year."

[A year and you haven’t met? Not even a video call?]

"It’s not possible; we’re a bit distanced geographically."

That much didn’t bother him.

But not knowing what she looks like was indeed a discomfort.

"It can’t be a guy; we’ve had voice calls." He shook his head firmly.

"But every time I suggest a video call, she declines, saying she’s shy."

[...Experience tells me that there are two possibilities: either she’s very unattractive, or this is a scam.]

[I agree.]

Yuanshan Tingfeng: "..."

[Let me teach you a way—you get her address, order delivery, and have the rider take a look at her.]

Yuanshan Tingfeng: "I tried. The rider said her community doesn’t allow outsiders, but the voice on the other end was definitely female."

[Why do I feel like this is intentional?]

[Why not send flowers and ask her to come down and sign for them?]

Yuanshan Tingfeng still shook his head.

"She doesn’t let me buy her gifts."

[Wow, so nice?]

"She told me to just send her money, and she’ll buy what she likes herself."

[???]

[Did you send it?]

Yuanshan Tingfeng nodded naturally: "I did."

It seemed like this didn’t trouble him conceptually.

[How much have you sent?]

"Can’t calculate exactly; over the past year, it’s at least hundreds of thousands."

His simple statement stunned the livestream viewers into speechlessness.

[Hundreds of thousands? To a stranger you’ve never met?]

[May I ask, do you need more online friends?]

Yuanshan Tingfeng scratched his head.

He might have been too old, unable to follow the thought processes of these netizens at times.

"To be honest, I’m not that focused on looks."

"As long as I approve of the person, any flaws in appearance are tolerable."

This online friend really often gave him a sense of soul connection.

Not only were their conversations and games perfectly matched, but also their interests were highly compatible.

That’s why sometimes he seriously considered pursuing something more with her.

Even though the distance between them was significant.

"Besides, at my age, having been married, I wouldn’t expect to find a young, pretty woman in her 20s."

[...He makes a compelling case.]

The netizens stopped persuading him.

Oddly hoping that fate won’t play too cruelly against him.

And that the ’curse’ of the stream doesn’t fall on him.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Mu Yunchu lowered her eyes and began to calculate.

A few minutes later, her expression grew increasingly baffling.

[Oh no, looking at the host’s expression, I can already predict there’s no good outcome.]