Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 162 - 135: He Asked Me to Give You the Bank Card Password
Although Ye Zhixia hasn’t known Mu Yunchu for long and doesn’t quite understand her, it seems like a good place to go.
But...
An intense worry flashed in his eyes.
The little girl might be trying to trick him into going there, just to send him off to reincarnate.
After pondering for a moment, Ye Zhixia didn’t fully agree to this. He planned to check the place out after his live stream.
However, before ending the call, he had one more request for Mu Yunchu.
"Streamer, my good friend will come over shortly."
He paused, his expression first showing reluctance, then becoming relieved, "Please help me tell him my bank card password."
Ye Zhixia didn’t have many relatives, and not many friends either, just a brother he grew up with. They were like brothers from another mother.
However, with Ye Zhixia being in the IT industry, he was often busy. When he died, although the two weren’t in the same city, his friend risked getting fired to take leave and attend his funeral.
That was already the limit.
Not enough paper money burned, so he’s particularly poor.
Even these clothes were burned for him by his friend, as requested by the funeral staff.
But...
Damn, didn’t that bastard check the size of the clothes before burning them?
Five-year-old clothes were sent over, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze into them.
After cursing for a while, he became somewhat melancholic.
But then again, his little savings, if not given to him, who else would he give them to?
Giving it to him could speed up his house-buying process.
However, the online viewers were oblivious, only feeling envious and surprised.
[??? What does this mean, telling someone your bank card password, is life not worth living anymore?]
[Oh dear, don’t do anything rash, you’re not planning to become a monk, are you?]
[I suddenly want to invite my best buddy to watch this live stream, wondering if he could be inspired to share his bank card password with me too.] 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Hearing noises from the bathroom made him anxious. But before disappearing, he specifically instructed Mu Yunchu, "Just tell him it’s from his godfather!"
And then vanished from the screen.
[Godfather? Is he a friend or a father, I’m confused.]
[Oh, you don’t understand, this is the friendship between men.]
[Speaking of which, if my best buddy did this for me, I’d call him godfather, heck, I’d even call him ancestor!]
...
Just five seconds after Ye Zhixia’s figure disappeared, the door to the room sounded.
There was also a man’s muttering noise.
Though unclear, it was evident someone was complaining.
Some faint curse words were barely transmitted to the live broadcast room via the phone’s mic.
[Who is this now?]
Since the person didn’t appear on screen for a while, viewers were very curious about his identity.
[Yeah, the voice doesn’t sound like the previous guest, their vocal lines seem different.]
[Now that you mention it, I suddenly realized, why did the guest leave so fast without disconnecting the video?]
Viewers didn’t continue speculating because the man who entered the room soon appeared on screen.
He finished his bath and couldn’t find where his phone was placed. After searching for a while, he caught a reflection, looked over, and saw his phone sitting on the table by the window.
It was even placed on a phone stand.
Scratching his head in confusion.
Did he put it there before bathing?
Given his usual habits, it should have been casually tossed in a corner of the bed...
But despite this thought, he didn’t dwell on it, assuming his recent overtime had developed a good habit of putting things away.
Talking to himself while walking towards the phone.
As soon as he picked it up, seeing his face on the screen startled him.
"Whoa!"
His eyes moved slightly, spotting Mu Yunchu’s pretty face, startling him again.
"Whoa, whoa!"
When did such a gorgeous girl end up in his phone?
Are they on video chat?
But this thought didn’t last long. He quickly realized from the layout of the page and the comments continuously scrolling below the phone that this was a live broadcast.
"Huh? Why am I in a live room?"
"Wait, it’s still connected to the feed."
During his bewilderment, the online viewers were also dumbstruck.
[What’s going on now, where did this buzz-cut come from?]
[Is this a home-invading thief?]
[Seems like the only possibility.]
Seeing someone calling him a thief made Tian Peng angry.
Even without fully understanding the situation, he directly retorted:
"What thief, don’t talk nonsense, this is my phone!"
[Your phone???]
[Impossible...]
"Why is that impossible."
After reading the comment, Tian Peng casually retorted.
He suspected his phone was malfunctioning, so he checked to see if other apps had opened without his knowledge.
In doing so, he missed the viewers’ questioning of ’who was holding the phone earlier’.
Ten seconds later, Tian Peng suddenly let out a sharp scream.
"Ahhh! What the hell!"
"This damn phone, it brushed a gift of one thousand bucks for me?"
Though his salary wasn’t low, all money was earned by coding and losing hair.
To think money was spent on a female streamer without his knowledge.
Tian Peng had already opened a certain electronics shopping app, planning to order a new phone...
Just then, Mu Yunchu suddenly spoke.
"It was your friend Ye Zhixia who sent it over."
Tian Peng’s hand froze, and his whole body seemed struck by lightning.
His mouth opened, unable to speak, but after a while found his voice.
"Who do you say?"
Hearing his deceased friend’s name here, Tian Peng felt neither nostalgia nor fear, only terror and anger thinking the other was joking.
"You knew him..."
Tian Peng was about to say something, but Mu Yunchu directly interrupted him.
"I know."
Tian Peng was taken aback.
Staring into Mu Yunchu’s eyes.
"He just came by, and said to give you his bank card password."
Tian Peng’s expression became somewhat complex.
Ye Zhixia’s funeral was arranged by him.
Ye Zhixia left a bank card that he knew about.
But he hadn’t considered withdrawing it or figuring out the password.
Unexpectedly, today a random connected streamer mentioned it.
Looking at the six digits Mu Yunchu sent privately, recalling her previous words, suddenly the live room’s name seemed familiar.
Fuzzy memories started coming back to him, gasping, pointing to Mu Yunchu, "You’re that fortune-telling streamer?"
