Fan Shengmei was stuck at home, feeling anxious and restless. That jerk hadn't reached out to her in a long time.

In the end, she couldn't hold back anymore and called Guan Juer.

"Hello, Xiao Guan, where are you guys?"

Guan Juer quickly covered the phone, looked at Chen Cheng, and whispered, "It's Sister Fan. She's asking where we are."

This place was effectively Chen Cheng's secret base, and she hadn't told anyone about it when she went back.

Even Andy only found out that Chen Cheng had a property here when she just walked in.

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. "It's fine, go ahead and tell her."

Guan Juer's face instantly turned red; she felt as if her love nest with her lover was about to be discovered.

"Ahem, Sister Fan, we're at XX. What's up?"

Fan Shengmei's eyes lit up. "How is Andy?"

"Oh, Sister Andy is doing well. We're eating right now."

Fan Shengmei thought for a moment, gathered her thoughts, and said, "How about we come over to see you guys? Little Qiu and I are just sitting at home anxiously."

Guan Juer looked at Andy, and Andy gestured for her to ask Chen Cheng.

Fan Shengmei wants to come?

Chen Cheng thought to himself, "Are we going to fight until dawn tonight?"

Is there such a good thing?

Scum Cheng was overjoyed inside, but he didn't dare show it on his face; he just nodded slightly.

"Sister Fan, then you guys come over. We're at XX Residential Complex, Building 4, top floor."

...

After Guan Juer hung up, Chen Cheng turned the sound of the Dachui live stream back on.

The three of them were watching the Dachui live stream while eating.

This guy had been rambling for half an hour without saying anything important.

Chen Cheng wasn't in a rush. These people were like human spirits; once the live stream's popularity reached a certain level, the main event would naturally begin.

In the video, a person wearing a panda mask was fully equipped, making it impossible to tell their gender, and their voice had been distorted.

[Ahem~ Alright, the warm-up is about done, and the timing is just right. Let's officially begin.]

[Dachui's Storytime, come if you want to listen. Today, let's talk about the very lively events of the past two days, a certain corporate executive is entangled in a 'little' ... that term, well, is debatable.]

[Let's temporarily use 'Little A' as a substitute, to show respect for Little A.]

The gossip-hungry viewers in the live stream weren't having it.

[Respect? Respect your mom. A mistress is a mistress, what's there to whitewash?]

[Dachui, you must have been paid, right? Tell us how much you got. We're all buddies, bring me along too.]

[Waited all this time, and you just gave us a pile of crap? You're here to whitewash, right?]

The panda mask cleared their throat, [Ahem~ I know everyone is anxious, but don't panic yet.]

[Once upon a time, there was a businessman, let's call him Little W for now. Little W was in business with another businessman, Old G. Later, Little W gradually grew bigger.]

[Old G, however, became increasingly conservative, and with conservative businesses becoming harder to run nowadays, the profit margins were thin, making things very difficult for Old G.]

[As it happens, Old G's only daughter, Little G, was also a good-for-nothing.]

[She drove a Beetle every day to hang out with everyone, pretending to spend money like water to show off, while often defaulting on debts and skipping bills. Everyone called Little G the 'daughter of a fallen family' behind her back.]

[Little G had known Little W since childhood.]

[With her father's business failing, she naturally wanted to use her proximity to get close to Little W, so she could continue her life as a wealthy young lady with no worries about food or clothing.]

[Unfortunately, the flower has the intention, but the water has no desire; Little W had no interest in this good-for-nothing, down-and-out young lady.]

[Have you already started guessing the rest of the story?]

With that question, the chat was immediately fired up. [A cliché love triangle, right?]

[What about the mistress? Not saying a word, right?]

[Did you take money to whitewash this?]

[...]

[Holy crap, the gossip hit home.]

[My buddy knows this person. This woman skipped out on a bill last week and was being called out in the group chat.]

[I met this woman at 98 before. She wasn't dressed well but was acting rich.]

[Disgusting thing. I came here to watch you expose the mistress, who wants to watch you whitewash? Get the hell out of here, where is the mistress? Perfectly invisible now, right?]

The internal company gossip was brought online, and quite a few people actually took notice.

Just like that, a user with the ID "Chosen Working Cattle" started speaking up.

Chosen Working Cattle: [Mistress? I know, I know.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [This person is an elite our big boss spent a lot of money to bring back from Wall Street, with a cold, icy-mountain face that says 'stay away from me'.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [She really is capable; she single-handedly disciplined several leaders of the entire business department until they were obedient, and not one dared to make a sound.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [She's also a genius who is extremely sensitive to numbers and skipped two grades.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [However, I heard she has a strange quirk...]

When the topic of quirks came up, the chat got excited.

[Half-spoken words, half the family dies.]

They could insult him, but insulting his family made "Chosen Working Cattle" immediately unhappy.

Chosen Working Cattle: [I'm typing, damn it, are you in such a rush to reincarnate?]

Chosen Working Cattle: [Her quirk is that she's been here so long, and I've never seen her have any physical contact with anyone.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [When bosses from partner companies come over, they are left hanging even when trying to shake hands.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [The most ridiculous thing is, it's not just men who get rejected for handshakes; women are the same!]

Chosen Working Cattle: [She's the type who won't even get into an elevator if there are too many people.]

Chosen Working Cattle: [You tell me, does that count as a quirk?]

[No handshakes? Can I handle that?]

The "Working Cattle" was anxious. Having eaten gossip for so many years, he finally encountered a piece of gossip where he was the first to know, and you don't believe me? How could that be?

"Working Cattle" quickly tapped on his phone to start typing.

Chosen Working Cattle: [Do I get paid for lying to you?]

Other netizens started replying, [This is specific phobia...]

Chen Cheng's face darkened slightly. How the hell did this "Chosen Working Cattle" pop up?

The rhythm was completely ruined. The focus shifted back to Andy.

But fortunately.

In this live stream, who actually reads the chat?

As a result, he turned his head and saw Andy's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He immediately knew she had seen it, and Chen Cheng hurriedly started scrolling up.

He scrolled and scrolled, and only when he reached a girl with big breasts did Chen Cheng let out a sigh of relief.

Guan Juer's eyes went straight; she looked at Chen Cheng, and then at the girl with big breasts posing suggestively on the screen.

She looked down at herself, and inferiority instantly welled up...

Chen Cheng sensed her gaze and sighed.

Sigh, in the end, it's still me who suffers.

The Dachui live stream exposed the story of the three of them step by step.

It was still an 'anonymous' exposé, but everyone knew who was being talked about, and those who didn't had already seen the answer in the chat.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wei rushed to the Guan family's home in a fit of rage.

"Hey, Mr. Wei, you haven't been to my place in a long time."

A Guan Nan's father, Old Guan, looked at Mr. Wei, who had come to the door, with a look of surprise.

Mr. Wei didn't give him a pleasant look. "Where is A Guan Nan?"

Originally, Mr. Wei wanted to resolve this matter peacefully, but this live stream completely cut off any thoughts Mr. Wei had of a peaceful resolution.

He had to cut the Gordian knot and push A Guan Nan out.

Otherwise, this public opinion fire would fall on his head.