He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

When Lingye is live streaming, Qu Yi will also go to watch, enter the live stream with flashing special effects, send some gifts, and occasionally play games together.

Fans joked that Qu Yi should book Ling Ye's room.

yiyi: [This is something to consider. How much would it cost to hire K-God?]

Ling Ye glanced at the comments and said, "I sell my art, not my body."

—What's self-respect these days! If someone's willing to support me, I'll just hop over there myself.

—Oh God, please let a rich woman see me! A rich man will do too!

Wow, you guys are really not picky, are you into both men and women?

—Not only that, K God's fans are going to get wild! I'll go first, I don't mind multiple partners.

Looking at those two letters, Ling Ye recalled that night when the person asked him a serious question, and he couldn't help but smile.

—K God, your smile is so sly! Can you tone it down a bit?

—Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

—I can't bear to look at you anymore. You should just focus on playing your game. That sweet smile doesn't suit you.

This was an ordinary live stream, nothing out of the ordinary, and it didn't even have the flair of previous live streams.

but!

A few days later, a post exposing the story appeared, and its popularity soared, quickly climbing to third place on the trending search list, with the large red font standing out prominently.

Qu Yi was a little surprised when she saw it, because this revelation about Ling Ye was actually related to her.

Claims are circulating that Ling Ye is being kept by a wealthy, single woman in her fifties, who showers him with money during her live streams. They've even been seen dating in private, with pictures circulating of them entering a hotel. I don't know where these people found those pictures, but the woman's back does bear a striking resemblance to Ling Ye.

This post even used the fact that a wealthy fan (a rich woman) played games without using her microphone and gave her an expensive cake at the victory celebration as evidence.

Some people with prejudiced views immediately sensed something was wrong and started attacking the issue relentlessly.

Cao Jun paced back and forth. The others, who weren't training, sat quietly, their gazes all fixed on Ling, who was training intently.

"Captain, aren't you in a hurry?"

"What's the rush?"

"They're smearing you in a group chat. What kind of lousy evidence is that?! A bunch of people who're just looking for trouble. Do they have nothing better to do?"

"There's no use in getting anxious. Let them say what they want. I didn't do anything." Ling Ye said calmly, focusing on playing the game.

"You should clarify on Weibo. You can also privately message that fan and tag her. It would be more effective if both of you clarified together."

The figure on the computer screen turned gray. Ling Ye released the mouse, turned around in his gaming chair, faced the crowd, looked at Cao Jun, and said, "If we really 'target' her, they'll start cursing her. She did nothing wrong."

"You're not wrong either."

"Since I did nothing wrong, why should I be afraid of what others say? Besides, haven't I been criticized enough? I experienced losing a competition two years ago, with hundreds of thousands of fans leaving and the whole internet mocking me. This is just a small matter."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Just do what you're supposed to do." Ling Ye started another game.

Seeing that Ling Ye's mood wasn't affected, Cao Jun breathed a small sigh of relief. He had already contacted the public relations team, and the hype surrounding this matter should die down soon.

Since the year before last, the main sponsor of the TG team has been Xuzhi Technology Co., Ltd., so the team's public relations have always been handled by Xuzhi's team. This time, Cao Jun simply reported it to the public relations team for resolution as usual.

For two days now, the topic has remained incredibly popular.

Cao Jun called to ask, and received a typical evasive answer.

At the Xuzhi Technology Building, the public relations manager made a phone call to his superiors.

"What's up?" a man's voice came from the phone.

"Master..."

"What did you call me?"

"Mr. Zhan, the TG team called today to ask if that trending topic is..."

It's time to leave.

"No, that's it."

"But if this continues, it might affect the later carnival competition. The company has invested a lot of money in TG, and we are afraid that we will suffer losses in the future."

"With a company this big, can't I afford to lose a little money? Besides, use your brain. If you know you're going to lose money, then cut your losses in time."

The person in charge looked shocked.

"You mean to abandon TG?"

"Just teaching them a lesson."