Chapter 113

Hearing the sound, the workers grew more alert, but Ling Yue instead drew nearer, walking up to the wine vat and flicking out a small, golden, furry paw.

The worker who had earlier led the way, Hu Hu, was already clutching his own little wine jar; he slipped away with a hiss, off to somewhere to get roaring drunk.

Inside the winery, a golden little monkey poked its head out of the big vat, its round, rolling eyes looking out, and instantly met Ling Yue's gaze.

"Ow ow ow, it's a human! Help! Help!"

It shrieked in fright, limbs flailing, but the net that fell over its head gave it no chance to struggle; the little monkey yelled for a while before realizing no other companions had appeared.

Even if this little monkey was slow, it should have realized something was wrong—it had gotten separated from the monkey troop QAQ

The workers excitedly reported: "Boss, we've caught the wine thief!"

Ling Yue nodded, looking at the frightened monkey, then told the workers: "You go down first; I'll handle what comes next myself."

"Ah? Okay, okay." The employee stared at her, bewildered, thinking she would punish the little monkey; who knew she'd give such an order—though surprised, he still obediently left.

Ling Yue looked at the panicking, muscle-twitching little monkey and said: "Is it you and the other monkeys who stole our winery's wine?"

In the empty winery, only Ling Yue's voice echoed; the little monkey lay in the empty wine jar, its eyes wide with pity and fear, whimpering: "A Dai, A Dai only stole a little bit… sniff sniff sniff, human, let me go, I'm not tasty!"

Ling Yue: "Who said I was going to eat you?"

"Really?!" It clung excitedly to the vat's rim, its big eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Ling Yue nodded, then smiled again: "But you and your companions teamed up to steal my wine—do you know what loss you've caused us? We hadn't even sold a single bottle before you lot stole it."

The little monkey raised both paws, chirping its plea: "Sniff sniff sniff, I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

"You know you were wrong, but what about compensating for the loss you caused me? How do you plan to make it up?"

The little monkey gaped in shock.

Across from her, a flicker of amusement crossed Ling Yue's eyes; the little monkey slumped its shoulders in dejection: "I… I have nothing."

"Will humans beat me to death?" it thought, growing more afraid, trembling as it looked at her; Ling Yue could tell from its expression that it surely imagined her as some fearsome demon lord.

She wanted to tease the little monkey, but didn't want to cause any monkey casualties, so she shook her head, about to say something, when a fluttering sound rang out.

Not far from the window, the mighty Mr. Hawk and Miss Finch flew up before her at the same time; Miss Finch, clever and quick-witted, instantly grasped the scene: "It really was the monkeys who did this."

Seeing Mr. Hawk, the little monkey shrieked in terror, clutching its head and scurrying away: "Sniff sniff sniff, don't eat me—my brains aren't tasty!"

Mr. Hawk: "???"

"You're crazy!" it decided, seeing easier prey like wild rabbits and pheasants—why would it eat a monkey? Everyone knows monkeys hold grudges the most.

Ling Yue looked at the little monkey wailing in fear: "All right, all right—Mr. Hawk is now my employee, receiving my wages and meals; as for you, he wouldn't even look at you."

The little monkey timidly looked at her: "What's an employee?"

Ling Yue: "It's a person or animal who works for me, and I give them compensation—anyway." She crossed her arms, smiling at the little monkey: "You say, how will you make up for my loss?"

"We can compensate you!"

A gruff voice sounded from the window; Ling Yue looked up, knowing she had finally been awaited—she and the little monkey had said all this in preparation for the incoming monkey troop.

To offend and invite endless vengeance—she did not want that.

Besides, isn't there a saying: "No tiger in the mountain, the monkey reigns as king"? It shows how high these small creatures stand in the mountains; united, they are a nightmare-like presence, so Ling Yue temporarily had no thought of relocating the winery.

Thus, negotiating is the best option.

Atop the high window led the way a slightly larger monkey with whitish yet lustrous fur; it braced its arms and slid straight down the wall.

Behind the old monkey followed seven or eight tall, sturdy, muscular big monkeys, which struggled to squeeze out the window and then leapt down neatly.

Quite a few monkeys secretly gasped; some were pulled by the wall, some bumped their feet during the descent, but compared to Monkey Grandpa, they instantly became pitifully weak and small.

At that moment, the door creaked open, a fuzzy little head poked in, and upon seeing Ah Ai, it happily ran inside: "Ah Ai!"

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment; the image Monkey Grandpa had painstakingly cultivated instantly became a laughingstock in front of the clever Cai Cai.

Ling Yue: Clearly there's an easy door to walk through—why insist on jumping down from the wall?

Monkey Grandpa gave a light cough, leaning on a cane made of a small branch: "Hello, I'm the parent of this little monkey; I'd like to talk with you first."

Ling Yue nodded; even though she had just witnessed that scene, seeing it for real now, many monkeys still couldn't help gasping—actually, a human could truly converse with them!

Cai Cai also covered her mouth; besides Ah Ai, she lived up to her name, indeed a bit slow to grasp the point, tilting her head as she watched the scene.

For example, in that earlier conversation, she missed the point entirely, never wondering why a human could converse with the monkeys so smoothly, not noticing anything odd.

Ling Yue nodded; there were a few small stools at one side of the warehouse, she moved one for herself, and the other monkeys likewise carried identical stools over and placed them under their bottoms—but it felt as if needles were growing there, making them scratch their ears and cheeks, unable to stay still.

Ling Yue weighed her words, about to speak.

Monkey Grandpa first looked at her dejectedly: "I sent these monkeys and their grandchildren to steal wine from your winery; if we caused you any loss, we are willing to compensate."

"I have a kind of wine here that I can use to compensate you!"

Ling Yue blinked, surprised at how well-versed it was; her first thought was monkey wine, a rare liquor recorded in ancient texts.

Monkeys in the mountains gather a hundred fruits; to store wine for winter, they place the fruits in a hollow tree trunk, sealing it. If the monkeys have enough fruit in winter, the tree's fruit ferments: the first drops become hundred‑fruit liquid, which collects into hundred‑fruit brew, and only when the fruit aroma gradually develops into wine fragrance can it be called monkey wine.

Moreover, as time passes, the monkey wine also evaporates.

Those monkeys who know how to brew monkey wine are exceedingly rare; Ling Yue gazed in astonishment at the Monkey Grandpa before her, who gave a light cough: "Yes, I am the monkey best at brewing wine in the Mianyun Mountain Range."

Ling Yue: "Monkey wine is excellent, but why did you come steal my wine to drink?"

Monkey Grandpa gave an embarrassed light cough and suddenly changed the subject: "Ah Biao."

Among the group of large monkeys, a big monkey stepped forward, a thick‑wrist‑sized wooden tube hanging behind it; it then passed the tube to Monkey Grandpa, who handed it to Ling Yue: "This is the monkey wine I brought."

"Please go ahead and taste it."

Ling Yue couldn't even refuse; no wonder people say humans become refined with age and trees become spiritual—the monkeys raised in this mountain are so clever they seem unbelievable to her.

But seeing the other monkeys nervous, even reaching out their claws, Ling Yue felt reassured; observing Monkey Grandpa's determined attitude, she nodded: "Okay."

The wine‑holding wooden tube was tightly sealed; when she pried it open, a light, mellow fragrance wafted out, mixed with the fresh scent of fruit and wood—one could imagine it had been stored in the tree hollow for a long time.

She took a gentle sip; a rich fruit aroma rose to her heart—it actually had some alcohol content, with a hint of spiciness, but still within an acceptable range.

"Delicious!"

Monkey Grandpa puffed out his chest proudly: "It's precisely because I can brew wine; I've always been seeking a better breakthrough, and sometimes I feed the monkey wine to the monkeys under me, so they all especially love drinking it."

You opened a winery at the mountain's base; the wine's fragrance drifted through the forest into the little monkeys' noses, and this troop of tiny tipplers immediately followed the scent over.

Your wine is good wine, better than my monkey wine, but I think it can be even better!

Ling Yue clapped: "No wonder you're a monkey master who knows how to brew wine!"

She spoke, a blush rising on her face, yet she heard Monkey Grandpa continue: "So I intend to repay you with ten catties of this monkey wine—do you accept?"

Ling Yue looked at it with sparkling eyes: "Of course."

Monkey Grandpa sighed in relief upon hearing that, while the monkeys behind him each felt heartbroken—how much monkey wine could they have, to actually have to give up ten catties! More importantly, Monkey Grandpa then declared that from now on, none of the monkeys may sneak drinks from the winery any longer!

Good heavens, for those monkeys who love wine as dearly as life, this is nothing short of a catastrophe as if heaven and earth had collapsed!

Monkey Grandpa likewise wrung his hands and sighed: it was all his mistake, one misstep after another, fortunately it hasn't yet become a major blunder.

Caicai had already helped Aidi prepare to leave; at that moment, Ling Yue sat on the bench and spoke, her dark eyes fixed on them: "Are you really ready to just leave like that?"

Monkey Grandpa abruptly halted his steps, gazing at her, a vague notion flickering in his mind, yet veiled by a thin gauze that left him forever unable to guess.

Ling Yue: "We happen to lack a winemaking master here—you didn't say our wine is still lacking something? I'll hire you as our winery's winemaking master; these wine supplies are sufficient."

Monkey Grandpa was greatly tempted, nearly losing control of his expression, but he quickly realized he was a monkey.

It eyed Ling Yue warily; the next moment it heard her voice: "Besides this fruit wine, I still have five wine recipes in hand that require a highly skilled master's help to brew."

"I accept!" Monkey Grandpa became utterly excited, agreeing outright—surely the "highly skilled master" being spoken of is none other than him!

Thanks to its skill, the monkey troop will have a steady supply of monkey wine; even with nothing, relying on luck to ferment, it can brew monkey wine—let alone having a recipe.

Ling Yue thought the same; ever since Monkey Grandpa appeared and let her taste the monkey wine, this idea had already taken shape in her mind.

The observing Mr. Hawk-Eye looked somewhat astonished: "These monkeys will be my coworkers from now on?"

Ling Yue nodded without hesitation: "Yes, you will be my coworkers; Monkey Grandpa's wages can be paid in wine or exchanged for money to buy other things."

"No thanks, we just want wine!"

Ling Yue glanced around and saw that, when this group of monkeys lifted the wine, they all wore the same expression, eyes shining, like a hungry wolf lunging for food.

Ling Yue did not let them start work that day; instead she selected suitable monkeys and had these little ones undergo a physical check.

Her winery produces things meant for consumption; even if they merely avoid touching the vats, she makes employees first check their health—hygiene admits no trifles!

Ling Yue told them that once the physical examination reports are out and the custom-made uniforms have arrived, she will summon them.

As for now——

She smiled, producing a ten-catty wine jar: "This jar of wine counts as your employee gift; you may go home first to bid farewell to your family monkeys, and I'll notify you when to come. If you are highly skilled, like Monkey Grandpa, as long as you can brew good wine, you may go wherever you please."

The monkeys squeaked, their big eyes flashing with excited light; they clapped their paws and wagged their tails: "Great, great!"

They would actually work for humans—who would believe it if you said so?

The task of selecting monkeys fell to Monkey Grandpa; all told, only one—its little winemaking assistant.

The other monkeys looked enviously at the chosen little monkey, yet felt no jealousy, for the tribe had long designated it as the next successor to brew monkey wine!

These monkeys simply love wine from the bottom of their hearts.

Otherwise, how could there be a saying "drunken monkey"?

Before departing, Monkey Grandpa gave her a deep look, clasped its paws together like a human bow, and said: "Thank you!"

Immediately, it and a troop of little monkeys burst out the gate; the active workers were frightened by these monkeys, staring in shock as the monkeys departed.

Old Wang stared in astonishment at Ling Yue: "Boss, what is this?"

Ling Yue clapped her hands: "It's fine, you all just keep working."

Ling Yue thought for a moment, then continued: "From now on, these monkeys may often appear; you needn't pay attention to them, just do your jobs."

Old Wang, together with the other workers who heard, sucked in a breath of cold air; no one expected things to be resolved this way.

You should know that before, these monkeys didn't just steal wine to drink; they would also squat in trees, wistfully watching them, and if someone mischievously provoked them, the monkeys would chase and beat them for days.

They weren't unable to retaliate; they just didn't dare.

These wild monkeys are state-protected animals; if they hurt a person, it's no big deal, but if they dare to hurt the monkeys, they can expect to go to jail.

Now it's like this——

"Could it be that these arrogant monkeys will actually heed the boss's words?" Old Wang sighed.

The coworker beside him shook his head: "Who knows? We just carry out the boss's decisions."

Among them, a man clutching his head, trembling, was precisely the one who had been chased and beaten by the monkeys earlier; he had already been frightened by the beating, and he never expected that, the next moment, a monkey would descend from the sky.

The man was so frightened he almost fell: "You, you what do you want to do?"

The big monkey spread its hand, placing a handful of walnuts in front of the man.

It then squeaked twice; if Ling Yue were here she would surely hear it saying: "I'm giving you these walnuts to nourish your brain."

Soon after, a little squirrel darted into the tree hollow, lightly touched its food, and suddenly discovered several walnuts were missing; it angrily cried out: "Ahhhh, damn it, who stole my walnuts!"

Outside the factory.

Ling Yue was waiting for the designated driver, with Miss Canary perched on her shoulder; the bird opened its beak and called out: "You're so bold."

Ling Yue raised an eyebrow: "You mean hiring two monkeys as technicians?"

Before Miss Canary could answer, she already laughed: "What's so bold about that? Moreover, the monkey master merely offers guidance; the real work is done by our employees, they are the technical advisors I specially invited."

"What's there to criticize?"

Before leaving, she specially told the factory director that she had already customized a batch of special five-hundred-milliliter wine bottles; the newly brewed wine filled a thousand bottles, which she had prepared as a gift for the fans.

Ling Yue herself also took several dozen bottles of fruit wine, as a low-alcohol fruit wine acceptable to small animals; she certainly wouldn't forget herself and her villa friends.

After seeing off the designated driver, Ling Yue opened the trunk.

The small animals gathered around; in the sunlight, the exquisite glass bottles sparkled, and seeing the trunk full of wine bottles, they exclaimed in shock.

"Wow, so much wine!"

"Peep peep peep!"

The Feng Shui Turtle Master came running; before even reaching them, he had already taken a deep breath: "What a fragrant aroma!"

The trunk was full of exquisite, beautiful wine bottles; seeing them, people assumed Ling Yue had gone to restock and begun selling wine.

Names: Ling Yue. Also maybe "wine bottle" is not a name. "trunk" is not a name.

The low‑alcohol fruit wine received unanimous praise; the treasure‑hunting mouse Duo Duo nearly toppled into the wine bowl. On the other side, the wine‑loving feng shui turtle master slowly crept forward, and upon reaching the grass, it froze in place.

Names: Treasure‑hunting Mouse Duo Duo. Also "feng shui turtle master" maybe a title? It's a descriptor: "wind water turtle master". Not a proper name; it's a role. Should we list as a name? The instruction: list every character (including the protagonist and minor ones), place, sect/clan/faction/people, official and sect rank/title, technique, item/artifact, beast, and realm that appear in these lines. "Feng shui turtle master" is a title/role, but it's not a proper name; it's a generic descriptor. Should we include? It says "official and sect rank/title". This is not an official rank, it's a descriptive title. Might be considered a title but not a proper name. Usually we exclude generic forms of address (not ranks). "Master" is a generic term for master. So likely exclude.

Ling Yue jumped in surprise, rushed over to see what was happening, and found that it had actually gotten drunk; noticing the completely dry, empty wine bottle beside it, she instantly realized why.

Names: Ling Yue. Also "it" refers to the turtle? Not a name.

She was both laughing and angry.

No names.

The Bird Chorus was indeed energetic, though they only lightly touched their beaks; the canary told them that to become a professional singer, they must protect their voices—while the drink tastes good, they must not overindulge.

Names: "Bird Chorus" (Bird Chorus? maybe a group name). Is that a name? It's a group name, could be considered a "people" or "faction". It's a proper name? It's descriptive but used as a name of a group. Should we list? The instruction: list every character, place, sect/clan/faction/people, official & sect rank/title, technique, item/artifact, beast, and realm that appear in these lines. So "Bird Chorus" is a faction/people (a group). Should we include? Likely yes, as it's a named group. However we need to decide on English translation. The glossary didn't provide it. We need to translate it by meaning: "Bird Chorus". Since it's a group name, we translate meaning. So we should include "Bird Chorus". Also "Canary" is a canary (a bird species). It's a beast? It's an animal. Should we list? It's a beast/animal. The instruction says list beast that appears. So "Canary" is a canary. Should we include as a beast name? It's a common noun but refers to a specific type of bird. It's a beast. Should we include? Probably yes, as it's a beast. However we need to see if it's a proper name or just a common noun. It's a species name, but appears as a character (the canary speaking). It's a named character? In the story, the canary is speaking, so it's a character. So we should include "Canary". Also "bird" is generic "bird". Not a name.

Among a group of wobbling small creatures, the Bird Chorus was surprisingly energetic.

Names: "Bird Chorus" again.

The tiger‑skin parrot couple nestled affectionately; the tipsy sensation not only lifted people's spirits, the birds felt it as well.

Names: "Tiger‑skin Parrot" (tiger‑skin parrot). It's a beast, a type of parrot. Should we include as beast? Likely yes. Also "bird" is generic.

Each step felt like walking on soft, fluffy clouds.

No names.

"Honey, you're beautiful." He whispered, looking at it, gently folding his wings: "You too."

No names.

The tiger-pattern parrot Banban spread its wings and cuddled with its dear little wife: "Thanks, honey~"

They rubbed their heads and necks against each other, and their brightly colored feathers almost melted together.

The affectionate atmosphere between them was so full it was about to overflow.

The canary watching this scene felt moved and a growing ambition; it spread its wings and called to the birds: "Let's rehearse our little love song from before."

If we don't rehearse, then this state and atmosphere would be the biggest loss.

Everyone cheered and jumped up in agreement, even though they weren't going out yet; sooner or later, they would make all humanity know their "Bird Chorus".

Under the brilliant sunshine, the Bird Chorus began to sing happily.

The gentle voices blended into a tender melody, and pure music more easily highlights the beauty of the tune.

Ling Yue was unaware of the Bird Chorus's grand ambitions, but she brought five bottles of wine to Ren Yaqi's villa, observing the etiquette of reciprocity, which she understood.

But Ling Yue didn't expect that upon entering, she would see Ren Yaqi with a worried frown, her face pale; sitting opposite her was a young man wearing a high-end custom suit of excellent quality.

At that moment, his pant legs were splattered with several spots of yellow mud; the man, with his back to her, spoke in a somewhat defeated tone: "Yaqi sister, I—I'm scared, what should we do now? All that money has been invested—"

Ling Yue held the wine and gave a light cough.

The man's voice cut off abruptly; he turned his head, his delicate face still somewhat flustered, his wide eyes like those of a startled small animal.

Ren Yaqi stood up to introduce: "She's my friend, Ling Yue."

Yueyue, this is my southern cousin Wu Peizhi, visiting for the first time.

Ling Yue nodded, not asking anything, since it was their family matter and she could stay out of it. She then set down the wine bottle in her hand and said: "This is fruit wine brewed by my winery, low in alcohol content, and the taste is not bad; I just brought it back, let me give you a few bottles."

Ren Yaqi burst into laughter and warmly called to the servant: "Bring up a fruit platter, plus tea and snacks."

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I had her bring everything up."

"When did you open your winery? Why didn't you tell me? Have you found a shop? When it opens, I'll definitely go to support you!"

Ling Yue smiled and explained: "Pretty much ready; the place isn't big, but right now we only have this one kind of wine."

Ren Yaqi: "Then take it slow; as long as the wine tastes good, there will surely be no worry about sales!"

Her warm attitude shocked the younger male cousin beside her, as if he were seeing this older female cousin for the first time; he knew that this older female cousin was highly regarded by their grandfather and had long been the family's designated future heir.

She actually has such a gentle side?

You should know he was almost on the verge of crying just now, and the older female cousin wouldn't even give him a tissue.

Sniffle, the more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, a hint of it showing on his face; Ren Yaqi sighed, utterly at a loss.

This younger male cousin is the family's only son, pampered by his parents; this was his first attempt to strive, yet he ended up sinking all his money into buying a useless mountain, and now problems have arisen.

Suddenly, she slapped her thigh, eyes lighting up as she looked at Ling Yue: "Yueyue, sis has a favor to ask you."

Ling Yue startled, then saw Ren Yaqi looking at her earnestly, her gaze involuntarily falling on the young boy beside her: "Is it him?"

The latter was taken aback: "Her? Can she do it?"

He didn't dare speak, but his gaze shone brightly on Ling Yue, this young woman just a few years older than him.

Ling Yue didn't take it to heart, looking at Ren Yaqi: "What's the matter? Take your time, don't rush."

Ren Yaqi took a deep breath and shot the young man a fierce look: "It's him, my useless younger male cousin!"

Recalling the scene she had personally witnessed today, she couldn't help but shudder violently, a chill shooting straight up, her chest instantly feeling half cold.

Ren Yaqi's voice hoarse: "He spent money to contract a mountain, preparing to develop real estate; this foolish kid, hearing people say they could make money, just went ahead with no idea how severe the real estate bubble is now!"

"That's bad enough, but as luck would have it, just days after breaking ground, they dug up a snake den on the mountain, filled with countless snakes tangled together, too many to count!"

As she spoke, she drew a deep breath, recalling those dense, intertwined colorful scales, her scalp tingling involuntarily; she unconsciously rubbed her hands, only to discover that her originally smooth, fair arms had broken out in a fine layer of gooseflesh.

"I went to the construction site with him, trying every method to drive away those snakes, but instead a few workers got injured for no apparent reason! The site is now shut down; can you help mediate, get them to move their den?"

"As for the fee, if we can resolve it smoothly, it's at least seven figures!" she said, extending her palm.

That can be considered a substantial fee; having this extra income would earn more than Ling Yue's day job, and although she isn't short of money now, Ling Yue is more curious about how the snake den formed.

Seeing her not respond, Ren Yaqi grew a little anxious: "Yueyue? Yueyue?"

Ling Yue snapped back to attention: "Sure."

The younger male cousin beside her finally couldn't stay seated: "Sis, can she really do it?" And talking to the snake gang—is that even something you can negotiate? Could she possibly talk to snakes?

He seriously doubted that the older female cousin was treating him like a three-year-old child.

Ren Yaqi: "!!!"

She slapped the young man's shoulder: "You little brat, would I ever harm you, your sister?"

The younger male cousin nodded with tears in his eyes, sniffling like a chick pecking at grain: "Sis, I believe! I believe, isn't that enough?"

Sniffle, the child is scared.

Ling Yue glanced at her wristwatch: "Let's set a time; today probably won't work, I still have things to do."

"Okay!" Ren Yaqi nodded repeatedly, and a great weight finally lifted from her heart.

As for what matters, after Ling Yue left, she glanced at her phone screen and suddenly realized it was Sunday!

Ren Yaqi grabbed the younger male cousin and said sternly: "Come over!"

The little crybaby wailed: "What, what are you doing?"

Ren Yaqi opened her computer: "Watch the livestream, sis, I'll let you see how lucky you are—Ling Yue is really capable; she can agree to help you, that's your honor!"

Little cousin: "QWQ"

Meanwhile, in the villa.

Ling Yue lightly tapped her fingertip, and the already-prepared livestream room opened instantly; a huge number of fans surged in. If the data could be materialized, then everyone could see that above Ling Yue's livestream, a gradually forming tornado was sucking in all the traffic.

At the same time, all streamers' traffic in this time slot instantly dropped.

The host of the cute pet livestream, Qiyi Guo, saw the evaporating fan count, and involuntarily clenched her hands; the cute-acting clueless cat suddenly felt pain.

It let out a sharp cry, its long claws instantly scratched the girl's skin, then leapt onto the high cat tree, warily eyeing the two-legged beast below.

This also counts as a livestream accident; the sudden gush of blood brought her back to her senses, and seeing the sudden surge of tips and comments, she lifted the corner of her mouth, then quickly let it fall.

【Ah ah ah, host, does it hurt? Stop the bleeding quickly, apply medicine!】

【This wound looks too horrible; the host's clueless cat needs its claws trimmed.】

"Sorry, I just used too much strength and hurt little Mimi."

"It's all my fault; little Mimi actually has a very good temperament."

At this moment, someone raised a question: 【Wrong, the host's little Mimi just had its claws trimmed a few days ago—how could they suddenly be this long and dug in so deep?】

【A few days ago, the host gave little Mimi a birthday; little Mimi's condition then seemed not too good—what medicine did you use, host? Today little Mimi looks quite energetic.】

【Is there really such a divine medicine? I'm a pet vet; cats can actually endure a lot. Back then little Mimi looked like it could barely walk, but today it's full of vigor……】

As the speculation grew worse, Qiyi Guo barely managed to keep her expression under control; though she is a million-follower cute pet streamer, she said with a deathly pale face: "My wound is a bit deep; I won't continue the livestream today, I'll go see a doctor right away. Thanks for your concern, little Mimi is now completely fine!"

【Really? I don't believe it!】

【What do you mean? Could it be that this little Mimi is fake?】

Upon seeing that remark, Qiyi Guo's face turned even paler; ignoring the gifts and comments flooding in, she directly shut down the livestream.

In places where discussion wasn't allowed, netizens who raised the question of little Mimi's authenticity were also beaten down by the streamer's other fans, crawling all over the ground.

No one dared say such a thing, yet it also planted a seed in everyone's heart.

Besides streamers like Qiyi Guo, some other streamers early on chose to temporarily avoid the spotlight.

Ling Yue's livestream room.

Domestic viewers plus some foreign friends let her livestream room exceed 100 million even before it started, and the popularity surged to the peak; compared to the second place on the list, the gap is more than just worlds apart.

As soon as Ling Yue appeared, impatient netizens rapidly posted comments.

What, you say it's already been streaming for a day? But that's nowhere near enough! How can watching a livestream be just one day?

The overseas fans were even more frenzied; some wanted to tip, only to discover the tipping function seemed broken, and they all turned to the viewers for help, contacting customer service.

"Are your tips broken? Why can't I press them at all?"

"Dear, the streamer has disabled tipping; no one can tip before it's turned on."

Upon hearing the news, foreigners: "!!!"

Why?

Are there still streamers in this world who don't accept tips? Does she not like money?

This batch of new fans was completely dumbfounded.

Just as Ling Yue was about to speak, she was drawn in by the barrage—wow, after the previous livestream ended, domestic and overseas netizens jointly dug up, and there actually is a follow-up!

Ling Yue's eyes both had the big characters "there's melon" written in them!

【Host, host, do you know? Miss Alice just regained single status, and immediately a bunch of suitors came courting her!】

【What is this? Chris and his dad both proposed, but Miss Sister didn't accept either, leaving with colleague Mr. Rochester. PS: This person is a famous big writer, especially reserved and silent.】

【I didn't expect him to also be Miss Sister's suitor.】

【Laughing to death, Miss Sister finally regained single status, she's beautiful and rich, yet she doesn't hurry to relax a bit!】

【Hahahaha, truly pitiful. I heard those two were about to explode with anger back then.】

【yysy, if I were as pretty and rich as Miss Alice, I'd definitely find ten or eight handsome guys!】

Seeing the topic grow increasingly dangerous, if they continued the livestream might get banned, so Ling Yue had to lightly cough: "Stop, stop, let's continue the livestream, let's draw this round's consultant."

【Alright, I'm here, host, quickly enable the draw!】

【Watch me, the European Emperor, unleash my power!】

【gkdgkd!】

Soon, the draw results came out; Ling Yue sent a video call invitation, saying: "Congratulations, Tiantian Youyu, what would you like to consult?"

On the other side of the split screen came into view a large river, the slightly yellow water flowing silently, with a dozen or so big trees beside it; the scenery looks nice.

More striking, stuck in the bank were a succession of seven or eight black fishing rods.

The livestream's netizens also included fishing enthusiasts; seeing this row of rods, they instantly felt extreme envy.

【Holy crap, this isn't the high-end fishing rod I've been wanting to buy but couldn't afford, one rod costs several thousand, I can't afford it QWQ】,,.