After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

If others are unwilling to help me, even if I want to, I can't put in the effort.

I sighed.

We've come full circle.

Seeing me become dejected again, Sweetie encouraged me with her positive attitude.

"Don't be too discouraged. We still have time, let's take our time looking."

Actually, she knew better than I did that this required a bit of luck.

All afternoon, I kept logging into the live streams of various top streamers using my own account, trying to get their attention by sending them private messages.

The messages that were sent out seemed to disappear without a trace.

After get off work, I went home with a worried look on my face.

I had just reached my front door when I heard a commotion inside.

I thought it was the debt collectors, so I rushed inside.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my brother with a determined look on his face, struggling to break through my mother's obstruction: "Let me go, I'm going out today."

My mother cried even louder, wiping away her tears with one hand and gripping him tightly with the other: "No, why do you have to go out? We don't need you to do this at home."

Seeing this, I was startled and quickly asked, "Mom, what are you doing! What happened?"

When my mom saw me, her eyes lit up, and she quickly said, "Momo, you should persuade your brother. He still wants to go out and box to earn money."

I immediately thought of the way my brother had been beaten up in the boxing ring, his head bleeding and his face bruised and swollen.

He immediately stopped them: "No, you're not allowed to go out and make money boxing anymore."

My brother was silent for a few seconds, his eyes dark and gloomy, and he murmured, "Only by going out to earn money can the pressure on the family be reduced. I know my body, I know what I'm doing, don't stop me."

My brother went crazy and tried to rush out.

I know he won't listen to anything at this point, and he won't stop until the problem is solved.

I took a deep breath and said, "You don't need to make money. I'll be able to make money soon. Don't worry about money."

Upon hearing this, my brother stopped and looked at me with a puzzled expression: "What methods do you have to make money? How do you make money?"

I explained without changing my expression, "I've been contacting top streamers these past few days, and I'll be collaborating with them soon. As long as we can get some traffic, we won't have to worry about money. All you need to do now is take care of your health."

They believed me for the time being because of my confident assertions.

My brother stopped insisting on going out.

But I know that if I don't find a way to make money, my brother will still want to go out and box.

Things have calmed down at home for the time being.

Back in my room, I forced myself to close my eyes and rest, but my mind was filled with thoughts of the live stream, and I couldn't calm down at all.

Unable to sleep, I picked up my phone again and started browsing the top streamers on the platform.

I just happened to come across a live stream by OuOu, a popular streamer with nearly ten million followers.

His livestreaming style is humorous and entertaining.

After watching for a while, I actually heard him recruiting live streamers!

I was immediately tempted.

Hoping for the best, I sent him a private message.

In the dead of night, half-asleep, the screen suddenly lit up.

The glaring light emanating from the screen brought me back to my senses.

I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table, trying to make out the content on the screen.

It's oh oh!

He replied to the message!

After seeing my followers, he agreed to do a trial broadcast with me at 10 a.m. the next day.

Heavens above, my luck has finally turned!

The next day.

As it approached 10 o'clock, I started the pre-live broadcast promotion.

Just as the time came, Ouou sent me a connection invitation.

Press the answer button, and the live stream screen splits into two.

Ouou greeted me first and introduced me to his fans in his live stream.

His main focus is on online PK battles, while my responsibility is to create entertaining content.

Officially begin.

To attract more fans, I pulled out all the stops and frequently came up with witty remarks during the live stream.

They were extremely enthusiastic and dedicated even when it came to imposing punishments.

The viewers in the live chat were laughing non-stop at the contrast between my personality and reality.

This live stream brought me a huge amount of traffic.

What surprised me even more was that Ouou was very satisfied with the trial broadcast and proposed a long-term collaboration with me.

I can hardly believe it, this incredible wealth has finally come my way?

I arranged to talk to him in detail after get off work.

I immediately felt much more relaxed.

Now, as long as the cooperation goes smoothly...

The debt will be paid off soon.

This is a rare turning point for me.

After get off work, I went to the place where I was supposed to meet Ou Ou.

When I arrived, Ouou was already waiting there.

I was a little surprised and quickly went up to him to apologize: "I'm sorry I'm late."

When asked about my lateness, Ou Ou chuckled and said, "It's alright, as long as you're here."

I sat down.

Ou Ou then got straight to the point: "The big spender in my live stream thinks you're very willing to go all out and is quite interested in you."

I listened attentively to what Ou Ou said, without rushing to respond.

He glanced at me, handed me a contract, and continued, "Take a look at the contract first. If you're satisfied, we can continue our discussion."

I took the contract and carefully looked through it.

The contract clearly states that my job is to connect with OuOu during my live stream in the evening.

If you lose, you will be punished according to Ou Ou's requirements.

As compensation, the big spenders in his live stream would voluntarily send me gifts as a reward.

The contract seems good, but it doesn't specify the amount of compensation or the extent of the punishment.

Looking at the treaty in front of me, I couldn't help but hesitate.

Ou seemed to sense my concerns and asked proactively, "Is there anything you don't understand about the contract?"

I looked up at him, puzzled. "What is the punishment? What do I need to do?"

Ou Ou smiled and explained, "Don't worry, the punishments won't be too difficult. Our main goal is to create a good live stream effect. The punishments are secondary, so you don't need to worry."

The ambiguous words still make me worried.

Seeing my furrowed brow, he continued to persuade me: "Don't worry, my older brother is very rich, and you can also gain traffic from it. I get the entertainment value, and you make money. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

I'm tempted again.

As he said, traffic and money are what I need right now.

But all of this went so smoothly it felt unreal.

But the sheer volume of traffic and the potential for future monetization were too tempting for me to resist.

Just as I was hesitating.

Ou Ou completely lost her patience and urged, "If you don't trust me, there's no need for our cooperation to continue. I'll go find another female anchor."

The sweet taste of today made me forget everything else, and I nodded in agreement.

After all, I've already missed one such good opportunity, and I absolutely cannot give up this one.

Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, I have to brave it and come back.

Just as I stepped out of the coffee shop after finalizing the collaboration with OuOu, I heard a series of urgent car horns behind me.

The piercing horn blared, and I turned around angrily, immediately spotting the man inside the car.

Jiang Yichen?

I raised an eyebrow.

Why is he here?

Inside the car, the man rested one hand on the steering wheel, his eyes dark and menacing.

That look in my eyes made me a little scared.

Jiang Yichen got out of the car and walked towards me.

Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the car.

After getting on the bus, the doors were locked from the inside.

I shook off his hand and questioned, "Jiang Yichen, what's wrong with you this time? Why did you drag me into the car?"

Jiang Yichen's eyes were icy cold, and his voice was even more sinister: "What are you doing here?"