Chapter 10: Should I Get a Wife?

Ding!

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's yesterday's income has been settled.

Number One Lying Flat Assistant's yesterday's income: 26,000 yuan!

Host received double earnings: 52,000 yuan!

The next day.

Zhang Xian had just opened his eyes when 52,000 yuan landed in his account.

Nice! Every day reading novels with full libraries, ttks. tw anytime.

A wonderful day starts with collecting money!

But Dad's income is really skyrocketing!

Two days ago it was just over two thousand, yesterday it jumped tenfold.

No wonder internet celebrities make money!

Huh, something's off.

Today seems to be missing a few steps.

Zhang Xian stretched, it was already ten in the morning; logically, Zhang Zhaodi should have come to wake him up by now.

But she didn't come today.

Zhang Xian yawned as he stepped out of his room, and there was Zhang Zhaodi sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Why didn't you wake me up today?"

"Dad told me not to, said let you sleep longer!"

"Wow, Old Zhang's got some awareness!"

Zhang Xian happily sat down at the dining table; the breakfast was cold, but even more lavish than yesterday—braised beef, roasted chicken, sausage, and the only vegetable was cucumber with pig's ears.

When you make money, everything's different—even breakfast is all meat.

"Where's Old Zhang?"

Zhang Xian ladled himself a bowl of white porridge and asked while eating.

"He went to the recording studio to record songs."

"Xiaoxian, Big Sister said you have a university interview today—are you going to be late?"

Zhang Zhaodi asked, watching Zhang Xian eat his breakfast slowly.

"You wouldn't have mentioned Big Sister if you hadn't!"

"Zhang Zhaodi, what did you tell Big Sister yesterday?"

Zhang Xian put on a fierce expression.

Yesterday, Big Sister Zhang Xinan had pinched his ear and scolded him for spending all day fishing and gaming—things this "traitor" Zhang Zhaodi had betrayed him for.

"I—I'm going to the bathroom!"

Guilty Zhang Zhaodi ran off immediately.

After breakfast (or lunch), Zhang Xian, as usual, slung his fishing rod over his shoulder; today his goal was: no empty catches!

He'd had two straight empty days, barely using any bait—he was starting to look too useless.

Riding his electric scooter to the alleyway supermarket, Zhang Xian planned to buy a few cans of Red Bull and spend the whole day by the river to see what today would bring.

Just as he parked his scooter, two familiar figures walked out of the supermarket—it was Liu Dongxu and Wang Jiajia.

"Big Brother Xian, where are you headed?"

Seeing Zhang Xian, Liu Dongxu's eyes lit up, and he casually took Wang Jiajia's hand, as if claiming ownership.

Wow, they're already together?

Zhang Xian was stunned—he remembered giving Liu Dongxu advice last night.

So this guy completely ignored his words!

Zhang Xian glanced at their heads: Wang Jiajia still had a large red ball above her, while Liu Dongxu had six red threads—but none of them connected between the two.

"Going fishing. Want to come?"

Zhang Xian asked casually.

"No, I'm taking Jiajia shopping."

Liu Dongxu raised their clasped hands in front of Zhang Xian's face: "Big Brother Xian, Jiajia and I are together now—she's my girlfriend."

"Jiajia told me about the two of you."

"Big Brother Xian, don't take it to heart—it's just that you two weren't meant to be."

"Jiajia and I are planning to get married; she'll be your sister-in-law from now on."

"We grew up together—I don't want this to damage our brotherhood."

It was clear Liu Dongxu was extremely proud, like a victor flaunting his "spoils."

Zhang Xian was speechless; after a moment of silence, he said, "I wish you happiness," then strode into the supermarket.

"Ah, what a lonely back view!"

Liu Dongxu shook his head and added: "Jiajia, if you know any suitable girls, you could introduce one to Xian."

"Nah, forget it."

"With his standards, he'll never find a wife in his life."

Wang Jiajia rolled her eyes dismissively; last night, chatting with friends, she'd been complaining about Zhang Xian's "partner standards."

"If you can't find someone as beautiful as you, finding an ugly one isn't impossible."

Liu Dongxu chuckled.

In his mind, he was already imagining the scene: him walking out with Wang Jiajia, Zhang Xian walking out with a 200-jin tank, both meeting at their respective courtyards.

That high school-era "wife-stealing grudge" was finally avenged.

When Zhang Xian stepped out of the supermarket, a light drizzle had begun to fall from the sky.

But Zhang Xian, having gone fishless for two consecutive days, had made up his mind—he would catch a fish today, or not go home.

So, braving the light rain, he resolutely headed toward the riverbank.

At the same moment.

The TikTok livestream room with the nickname "Jingxi Electronics Factory."

This livestream room was unlike most others: no one was doing product promotions, and there were no flirtatious beauties or handsome guys.

The livestream showed only the footage from a surveillance camera, which happened to be pointed at the riverside, capturing the calm river and the scenery along its banks.

Such a livestream, lacking any appeal, should have had little viewership—but at this moment, over ten thousand netizens were online simultaneously.

The reason for this surge in popularity began two days ago: this livestream was merely an arbitrary setup by Jingxi Electronics Factory employees to fulfill their boss's assigned livestreaming task.

Unexpectedly, the camera captured a fisherman by the river. Normally, this wouldn't be remarkable—but this fisherman had caught not a single fish all day.

Some curious netizens began to camp out in the livestream, and they discovered that this fisherman had gone fishless for two days straight.

After the video spread, a large crowd of onlookers rushed in, so these ten thousand people were all waiting for that fisherman to appear.

"It's almost noon—will he even show up today?"

"He's gone fishless for two days straight—he must've switched spots."

"Everyone, just leave—it's raining outside. He won't come."

"Could he know he's being livestreamed? That's why he's not showing up!"

"Look! He's here!"

"Holy shit—he really came!"

"Rain or shine, this fisherman is so dedicated!"

"Finally, our wait wasn't in vain—let's see if he goes fishless again today!"

As Zhang Xian appeared by the riverbank, the livestream room erupted in excitement.

However, the camera was quite far from the riverbank; viewers couldn't make out his face, only discerning from his posture and movements that he was likely a young man.

Braving the light drizzle, Zhang Xian began baiting the spot, then cast his line.

At the same moment.

In a coffee shop across the river.

Two meticulously made-up girls were chatting—one with a high ponytail, the other with a bob cut.

The girl with the high ponytail rested her chin on one hand, unconsciously leaning forward—and then both her breasts landed on the table.

The girl with the bob cut strained to lean forward as well, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't achieve the same shocking effect.

She sighed in frustration: "Rongrong, sometimes I really don't blame those bosses—your figure makes me jealous even as a girl, let alone those LSPs."

"Why not just give in? You still have five years left on your contract. The entertainment industry changes so fast—who'll remember who you are in five years?"

"Besides, in five years you'll be twenty-six—completely past your age advantage. A comeback will be nearly impossible."

Chu Yourong, with the high ponytail, lightly pursed her lips: "Everyone's told me this eight hundred times already. Han Ziwei, you're not here to be a go-between, are you?"

"How could I be!"

"What do you take me for? We're the number one best friends in the world, okay!"

Han Ziwei rolled her eyes.

"Then why do you make me go and accompany those greasy old men!"

"Huan Jie says this is the simplest way to solve the problem."

"Does that mean there's a harder way?"

"Yeah, there actually is one."

Han Ziwei nodded, then lowered her voice: "Huan Jie said there's a loophole in our original contract—one clause states that if you get married, you automatically leave the group!"

"But marriage is still a breach of contract—you'd have to pay a huge penalty."

Chu Yourong puckered her lips; lately she'd nearly worn out her agency contract reading it, and she'd seen this clause clearly.

Han Ziwei's lips curled slightly: "But Chinese law guarantees marriage freedom. Once you reach legal marrying age, no individual or organization may obstruct a citizen's right to marry."

"So if the company tries to sue you for breach of contract due to marriage, the court will most likely not support them!"

Hearing this, Chu Yourong's eyes lit up instantly: "So all I need to do is find someone to marry!"

"Mm-hmm, theoretically, yes."

"But there's still a chance of losing the lawsuit—though Huan Jie says the win rate is extremely high."

"Fine, let's do it!"

"I'll find someone to marry right now!"

Chu Yourong leapt to her feet with a sudden motion.

"Finding someone to marry isn't that easy," Han Ziwei frowned, speechless: "You can't just pick someone off the street."

"It's not a real marriage, so what does it matter if I pick anyone?"

Chu Yourong shrugged lightly, glanced toward the riverbank, then giggled: "Yeah—he's the one!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Chu Yourong arrived at the riverbank with an umbrella.

The rain hadn't stopped—it was even growing heavier—but today, Zhang Xian was locked in a battle with the river's fish; he wouldn't leave until he caught one.

He let the raindrops fall on him, unmoving, like Jiang Taigong seated steadily on his fishing platform.

Suddenly, the raindrops on his body ceased—someone had opened an umbrella over him.

Zhang Xian turned instinctively and saw a graceful young girl standing behind him, smiling.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Xian frowned, though the girl had a fine figure and was very beautiful, he was certain he had never met her before.

"Hello, my name is Chu Yourong."

"Oh, what do you want?"

Zhang Xian silently repeated her name—it sounded familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had heard it.

"Well, it's a small matter."

"I just want to ask you—do you want a wife?"