Chapter 975: Family Live-Stream Room

Chu Lingxi's Douyin account was registered last month.

The account is named "Lingxi National Style"; its avatar is an antiquated-looking round fan, and the personal bio reads: "Jianglan Daxue dance teacher, ambassador for promoting Chinese traditional dance."

She doesn't have many fans—only a few hundred, mostly colleagues and students from the school.

She doesn't mind.

The purpose of going live is to promote our country's traditional dance art. Gaining followers can't be rushed, as her daughter Zhao Xia would say—haste makes waste.

Mother and daughter are not impatient people; they prefer to proceed step by step, valuing letting things take their natural course.

Tonight is Chu Lingxi's third live broadcast.

Her daughter Zhao Xia was pulled in to act as an assistant performer, while her son Lin Fuxing was forcibly placed off‑camera to handle the atmosphere.

All the lights in the living room were turned on; a piece of imitation‑ancient silk bought online was spread on the sofa, and behind it hung that ink‑wash landscape painting, which had been moved out of Lin Dongfan's study.

Chu Lingxi wore a modified hanfu, her hair coiled up, with a white jade hairpin inserted.

She smiled gently at the phone camera: "Good evening, everyone, I'm Lingxi. Tonight I'll perform a fan dance called 'Ink and Vermilion'; I hope you like it."

The danmu immediately began to float across the screen.

"Teacher, you're so beautiful."

"Looking forward, looking forward."

"This background really sets a mood."

"Teacher Chu, is that young lady next to you your sister?"

"What sharp eyes—you can tell at a glance; she must be Teacher Chu's student."

……

Chu Lingxi glanced over, feeling pleased, and gave Zhao Xia a meaningful look.

The music started, and mother and daughter began to dance gracefully.

Chu Lingxi's movements were soft and expansive; Zhao Xia followed closely, like a budding flower. Their coordination was seamless, and the number of viewers in the live stream began to rise.

Lin Fuxing sat on the nearby bean‑bag sofa, holding a packet of chips and crunching away with a gai‑gai sound.

He glanced at the phone screen.

Then he glanced again at his dancing mother and younger sister.

He couldn't help muttering: "As the wife of a mayor, you're acting like a performer, exposing yourselves in the live stream—be careful the old man sees this and whips you both with a horsewhip."

His voice wasn't loud, but Zhao Xia happened to hear it.

Zhao Xia, following her dance move, spun around, her eyes cutting like a knife toward him. Lin Fuxing shrank his neck, shoved another handful of chips into his mouth, and played dead.

After the dance ended, Chu Lingxi slightly bowed toward the camera and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The danmu scrolled by even faster.

"So beautiful."

"Teacher, when will you stream next?"

"Please post a tutorial video."

……

Chu Lingxi smiled and replied with a few sentences, about to speak, when the screen suddenly burst with a golden light. A carnival‑style special effect exploded in the live stream, drawing everyone's attention.

Lin Fuxing's eyes widened in shock:

"Holy crap! He just dropped a carnival effect—is this big brother blind? Even women in their forties wouldn't miss it? If you're going to tip, you should tip the young ladies in their boudoirs…"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A foot flew in from the side and kicked him squarely in the chest.

Lin Fuxing rolled off the bean‑bag sofa, fell to the floor, chips scattering everywhere, looking utterly embarrassed.

"Zhao Xia! You…"

Before Lin Fuxing could finish his curse.

Zhao Xia's gaze already held a deathly stare: "You delinquent, I advise you to open your eyes wider! The person who just tipped was my dad."

"Your dad?"

Lin Fuxing lay on the ground, looking innocent: "Your dad isn't also my dad? Are you sick? I'm complaining about my dad—what's it to you? You just lift your leg and kick, with zero quality."

Zhao Xia chuckled lightly: "I can complain about my dad, but you can't."

"What gives you the right to complain when I can't?" Lin Fuxing retorted sharply: "Is it because you lack quality? Or because your grades are terrible?"

"It's just because you have a foul mouth—you're not qualified to complain."

Zhao Xia clasped her fists, squeezed hard, and her finger joints cracked! Her light smile seemed to warn Lin Fuxing—try talking back again and you'll get beaten up!

Chu Lingxi in front of the camera had maintained a dignified smile, but she still glanced sideways with the corner of her eye at the siblings' movements.

"Sorry, everyone, there's a little situation at home—I'll pause for now, see you later."

Chu Lingxi hastily turned off the microphone and used a special effect to block the live‑stream picture.

She gave Lin Fuxing a white‑eye glance, then turned and scolded Zhao Xia: "Zhao Xia, you're really going too far—how could you kick your brother? You should know your biological brother is a heartless creature! To deal with such a creature, you ought to learn from the old man—if he can whip with a horsewhip, let him do it, so you don't injure your own long legs."

"That makes sense."

Zhao Xia lowered her head to glance at her long legs, then nodded in deep agreement.

Lin Fuxing looked at his sister, then at his mother, brows knotted like a twist: "Mom, going by what you just said, am I not your biological son?"

"Mom, just ignore him."

Zhao Xia pulled Chu Lingxi back in front of the camera, checked the gift list, and remarked incredulously: "Dad's supposed to be in a meeting—how does he have time to splash cash on you?"

"This shows that in his heart, I—your mother—am more important than anything." Chu Lingxi clicked on the avatar labeled "Fan Ye," smiling with eyes curved: "My husband is really handsome."

Hearing that, Lin Fuxing immediately made a dry‑retching sound, as if the chips he'd just swallowed were making him nauseous.

Zhao Xia casually picked up a cushion from the sofa, raised her hand to throw it, and said: "Go ahead and try vomiting again."

"Tch, you say if you vomit again, you'll vomit again? What makes this young master have to listen to you?" Lin Fuxing puts on a look of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, his main stance being to admit fear but not accept responsibility.

It's not that he can't beat Lin Zhao Xia.

But he really doesn't dare to strike.

If he even moves a finger against Lin Zhao Xia, then once Mayor Lin comes home, if Lin Zhao Xia decides to file a petty complaint, he'll surely get a beating.

Chu Lingxi fiddled with her phone for a while, then suddenly asked Lin Zhao Xia, 'How do I turn off the gift function?'

"Why turn it off? My dad is truly a big tycoon, he's not short on money." Lin Zhao Xia wore a proud look.

Lin Fuxing said disdainfully: 'Say you're stupid, you still won't admit it. Turning off the gift function isn't to keep our Old Lin at number one; it's mainly to stop people with ulterior motives from spamming gifts.'

"Who would mindlessly spam gifts? You think their money just blows in? Childish." Lin Zhao Xia said.

Lin Fuxing laughed: 'Even if I'm more childish, I'm not as childish as you. Mom isn't just a teacher; she's also the mayor's wife, get it? How many people in officialdom want to ask you for favors but can't find a way in? If someone takes the opportunity to rush into Mom's livestream and spam cigarettes as a disguised bribe, what are you gonna do about it?'

Upon hearing Lin Fuxing say that, Lin Zhao Xia fell silent.

Chu Lingxi worried: 'I'm also worried about this. We must turn off the gift function to avoid unexpected complications and causing trouble for your dad.'