The streamer is incredibly popular, and the top spender on her is vying to pamper her.

"Is this the gift prepared for me?"

The private room was dimly lit, and Sheng Jingyao's smile had faded, leaving him with an inscrutable expression.

Perhaps because his voice and emotions didn't change, no one noticed that something was wrong with him.

The man who was trying to curry favor with Sheng Jingyao smiled and said, "That's right, this is the gift prepared for Young Master Sheng."

He glanced at the woman who walked into the private room; her face bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Zhouzhou.

"Her name is Su Shiyao. As far as I know, she is your half-sister."

"There are some tricks you definitely wouldn't want to do with your wife at home, but this is different. You can train her however you want."

"And don't worry, I guarantee she's clean."

The man's voice was disgusting and sticky, like a lump of dog poop on the sole of a shoe, making you want to crush his throat.

Sheng Jingyao's cold gaze fell on Su Shiyao's face.

He naturally had a strong impression of her.

She used to gain popularity by imitating Jiang Zhouzhou in her live streams, and now she has slightly modified her similar face to make it six or seven parts similar.

"You did this voluntarily?" he asked casually.

Su Shiyao felt a chill run down her spine when she heard his voice.

She was dressed lightly, and the cold air from the air conditioner made her skin crawl.

When Sheng Jingyao asked her, she nervously replied, "It was voluntary."

The once arrogant young lady in the live stream is now meek and submissive.

She glanced at Sheng Jingyao curiously, her breath catching in her throat.

During the live stream, Fang Zhou asked her to imitate Jiang Zhouzhou in order to get closer to this young ancestor of the Sheng family.

Seeing him in person now, an overwhelming sense of shame wells up inside me.

But thinking that her family's company now depended entirely on her, Su Shiyao blushed and said, "Please, Young Master Sheng, take me! I promise I won't compete with my sister for me."

Sheng Jingyao remained silent, and the private room fell silent as well.

This young master usually never attends such banquets, so it's unusual for him to accept the invitation today.

Upon receiving the news, the Su family spent a large sum of money to bring Su Shiyao in, clearly intending to sell their daughter.

Seeing that Sheng Jingyao neither agreed nor refused, Su Shiyao tentatively poured him a drink.

Sheng Jingyao took the wine she handed him, and her face immediately lit up with joy.

But the next second, all the wine in the glass was splashed on her face.

Sheng Jingyao's eyes were icy cold. "You dare to challenge me?"

"Seeing your face makes me feel disgusted."

He showed no mercy or pity, his eyes filled with nothing but deep disgust.

Su Shiyao's tears welled up instantly, mixing with the sticky wine on her face, making her delicate makeup look disheveled.

Sheng Jingyao coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost."

At this moment, the man who had given Su Shiyao as a gift was trembling with fear, afraid that the capricious young master would take his anger out on him.

The man glared at Su Shiyao and cursed, "Get out, get out, don't spoil Young Master Sheng's fun."

Su Shiyao staggered to her feet. She had been pampered since childhood, and the huge difference in her life now was causing her remaining self-esteem to crumble.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?"

Su Shiyao's eyes were filled with tears, not understanding what she had done wrong to deserve such humiliation.

Sheng Jingyao seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke, and lifted his eyelids to look at her.

"Since you've chosen to be here, why pretend?"

"You think you can make me soften my heart with that face? Then all women in the world would have to get plastic surgery to look like that."

"As expected, you can get plastic surgery on your face, but not your brain."

Neither the Su family nor the Jiang family seems to have very good genes.

Fortunately, his sister's negatives turned into positives.

If Su Shiyao hadn't answered "it was voluntary," Sheng Jingyao would probably have given her a dignified response.

But she knew perfectly well what she was doing, yet she still put on a pitiful and aggrieved act. What was she pretending for?

Su Shiyao never expected that the young master of the Sheng family would act so badly and curse so horribly.

His disheveled face was filled with shame, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

Just as she was about to leave...

"Stop." Sheng Jingyao suddenly called out to her.

Su Shiyao stopped and slowly turned around.

Meeting Sheng Jingyao's dark eyes, she inexplicably felt a chilling coldness.

Sheng Jingyao looked at her coldly, his thin lips moving slightly: "Don't let me see you doing disgusting things with this face again, or I'll tear it off."

"Also, she's not your sister, and you're not worthy to call her that."

In an instant, Su Shiyao felt a chill run down her spine.

A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, and she felt an inescapable chill sweep over her entire body, making her legs go weak.

As if fleeing, Su Shiyao hurriedly ran out of the private room.

The atmosphere remained deathly still. No one could tell what Sheng Jingyao was feeling, and no one dared to even breathe loudly.

Sheng Jingyao raised his glass and smiled, "Weren't you all here to relax? Why are you all making such ugly faces?"

Seeing that his expression had returned to normal, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The private room returned to its noisy state, the smell of alcohol filling the air.

Sheng Jingyao kept checking his phone, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Everyone stopped moving and all eyes fell on her when they saw her walk in.

This face is so exquisite and beautiful, so perfect that there is not a single flaw. Even though there is no shortage of beautiful women in their circle, none of them can compare to the one in front of them.

No wonder the young master of the Sheng family looked disgusted when he saw inferior counterfeit products.

Anyone would find that objectionable.

"Shengjing Yao, come back with me."

Jiang Zhouzhou's voice was calm and gentle, revealing no emotion.

She spotted Sheng Jingyao sitting on the sofa at a glance. He looked very different today. He was out drinking and relaxing, but he was dressed in a suit and tie, as if he was there to discuss business.

Sheng Jingyao leaned back lazily on the sofa, his nonchalant face slightly pursed when he met Jiang Zhouzhou's gaze.

"They're really strict. All I did was go out for drinks with my friends, and they came right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave the others a look.

"You all go out. I need to talk to her alone."

The others dared not disobey Sheng Jingyao, and one by one they got up and left.

In a short while, only Sheng Jingyao and Jiang Zhouzhou remained in the private room.

The young master, who had just been wearing a stern face, suddenly pouted and said aggrievedly, "Sister, why did you take so long to arrive?"