Chapter 793

"We're talking about tomorrow's live stream with Mom." Yan Zhusheng confessed, leaning against Li Luo.

"Oh, you already told me?" Ying Chanxi nodded in realization, then turned to Li Luo. "Are you going tomorrow? I wanted to tell you about this as soon as I got back—people from Douyin really want you there."

"You both went live together today, and they gave you massive traffic—Aunt Yuan already has several million followers."

"You two should both be over a million too."

"Under normal circumstances, even a Douyin creator who posts a super-hit video needs at least a week to build up over a million followers."

"You two achieved that in half a day, and Aunt Yuan was even more extreme—but this traffic was actively pushed by Douyin."

"I think this is a rare opportunity; we should seize it perfectly. It'll be very hard to get this kind of treatment again."

Ying Chanxi said this partly because she had a little motive of her own.

She couldn't yet control Yuan Wanqing's account—she'd have to wait until next year—but if Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng's Douyin accounts were managed well, they could truly generate income.

Right now, Chongran Culture had only a few artists under contract; Ruan Lin's value had been temporarily exhausted, and they could only wait for "The Beginning" to air.

The male artist Bai Lixuan was still new and had little commercial value yet—he too had to wait for "The Beginning" to add value.

As for Xu Yinghuan and Zhao Rongjun's couple influencer account, though it would eventually be signed, since it belonged to Li Luo's good brother, they'd likely sign a looser contract with a 9:1 revenue split and take little.

So Ying Chanxi's current idea was that, for the coming period, the company's work would revolve entirely around these two million-follower accounts: Li Luo's and Yan Zhusheng's.

Take advantage of this Douyin-provided traffic to boost their data—afterward, whether it's ads or anything else, they could generate solid returns.

How much money they made was secondary; the main goal was to get the whole company running smoothly.

Otherwise, after setting up the company and hiring staff, everyone would just have easy, idle work.

The employees would be happy, but Ying Chanxi certainly didn't want to waste Li Luo's money.

So Ying Chanxi's current goal was simple: after excluding large one-time income like signing fees, if the company could earn revenue through ads and similar means,

and if that revenue could cover the company's normal operating costs, it would satisfy the first small goal.

The business department handled outreach to companies needing ads, the legal department provided legal support, and the finance department handled daily bookkeeping—a simple operational cycle was now in place.

Ying Chanxi's ideas were still somewhat naive, but everyone grows through constant practice.

Li Luo trusted her with the company precisely because he believed in her speed of growth and her serious attitude toward work.

Plus, Chongran Culture's business model was inherently simple—perfect for a newcomer like Ying Chanxi to practice on.

"I understand," Li Luo nodded. "I just talked to Zhusheng about this—we'll go together tomorrow."

"Good," Ying Chanxi nodded, set down her bag, then turned her gaze to Li Luo, blinking. "Have you showered yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then together?" Yan Zhusheng blinked her big eyes, sidled up beside Li Luo, stepped into Ying Chanxi's line of sight, and locked eyes with her sister.

"You haven't showered either?" Ying Chanxi looked utterly exasperated.

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded. "So, sister, you coming too?"

"No."

"Then it's just us." Yan Zhusheng climbed off the bed, grabbed Ying Chanxi, and pulled her toward the bathroom.

Ying Chanxi reluctantly let herself be pushed into the bathroom, still complaining: "What are you doing? Who said I wanted to shower with you?"

"Shall I call Li Luo then?"

"... Get out."

"You just want to shower alone with Li Luo."

"What else?"

"Then what about me?"

"You can pull him in later—didn't you always do it that way before?"

"But it'll be a hassle for Li Luo. You don't care about him at all."

"Do I not?!" Ying Chanxi pouted in protest. "Is that even a hassle? He's the one enjoying it!"

"Really?" Yan Zhusheng bluntly exposed her. "Then why do you moan so happily when you shower with Li Luo?"

"???" Ying Chanxi widened her eyes. "You eavesdropped?!"

"I just happened to walk by."

"You're lying to ghosts!" Ying Chanxi shouted, exposing the lie. "The bathroom door's in the corner, and the desk and wardrobe are far away—how could you possibly 'walk by'?"

"Fine, I was just curious." Yan Zhusheng admitted honestly. "I only listened for a little while."

"If you say that, you definitely listened a long time." Ying Chanxi narrowed her eyes, guessing.

Yan Zhusheng: "... Sister is so smart."

"I've figured you out already," Ying Chanxi huffed. "I can tell if you're lying just by hearing you speak."

The two sisters chattered noisily into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it.

You could tell it was Ying Chanxi who locked it.

Li Luo heard the lock click and sighed helplessly, lying on the bed listening to the water sounds, his mind instantly filling with vivid, alluring images.

So he got up, turned on his computer, and decided to write some words to distract himself.

But soon, the water hadn't stopped, and the bathroom door cracked open slightly.

Yan Zhusheng poked her head out and said to Li Luo: "Neither my sister nor I brought clean clothes—could you get them for us?"

"Okay." Li Luo nodded, watched Yan Zhusheng close the door again, but heard no lock click—so he raised an eyebrow.

Inside the bathroom, Yan Zhusheng shut the door and silently counted the time, then picked up shampoo and handed it to Ying Chanxi.

"Sister, wash your hair."

They'd just rinsed off briefly; Ying Chanxi had planned to apply body wash first, but since Yan Zhusheng handed her the shampoo, she decided to wash her hair first.

She squeezed a large dollop into her palm, bent her head, and began rubbing the lather into her wet, long hair.

Yan Zhusheng watched Ying Chanxi bending over, scrubbing her hair, then stepped back to the bathroom door, cracking it open to peek outside.

Just then, Li Luo walked in carrying their clean underwear and pajamas, and Yan Zhusheng immediately waved at him.

"Li Luo, hand me the clothes."

"Oh, here." Li Luo passed them over.

The next instant, his wrist was grabbed by Yan Zhusheng, and he was pulled straight into the bathroom.

Yan Zhusheng held up one finger, softly "shh"ed, placed the clean clothes aside, shut the bathroom door, and led Li Luo all the way to the shower area.

At this moment, Ying Chanxi was still scrubbing her hair—after all, as a girl, washing hair was troublesome; to clean it thoroughly took a long time.

Seizing this opportunity, Yan Zhusheng squeezed a large glob of shower gel into Li Luo's palm, then stood behind Ying Chanxi and said, "Sister, let me apply some shower gel for you."

"Huh?"

Ying Chanxi was about to politely refuse when she felt Yan Zhusheng's hand already touching her spine.

Though the sensation felt odd, she was focused on washing her hair, her attention entirely on her head, so she didn't think much of it.

Meanwhile, Li Luo stood behind Ying Chanxi, forcing himself to breathe steadily to avoid being recognized, so he touched her gently, his palm slowly gliding over her smooth skin.

Until he couldn't resist exploring forward with both hands.

Ying Chanxi's legs went weak from the touch, and she stumbled backward involuntarily.

But that single step made her sense something was wrong.

It felt as if someone had prodded her.

"Wait!"

Ying Chanxi cried out, quickly turned on the faucet to rinse her hands, wiped her eyes, opened them, and looked down at the floor behind her—immediately spotting an extra pair of feet!

"Li Luo!"

"W-when did you come in?!"

"Zhusheng! When you brought the clothes, was it you who let him in?!"

Clever Ying Chanxi instantly understood the whole sequence—her face flushed crimson—but Li Luo swept her into his arms, leaving her only with soft whimpering as she struggled weakly against him, offering no real resistance.

"Zhusheng, could you please go out? Go wash in the hallway bathroom?"

"Why should I go out and not Li Luo?" Yan Zhusheng tilted her head. "If I walk out naked, what if I catch a cold? Sister doesn't care about me at all."

Ying Chanxi shot her a disgruntled glare, too tired to argue further.

"Li Luo's already here—might as well leave it like this," Yan Zhusheng reached out and patted Ying Chanxi's body twice. "Even if one of us leaves now, it won't erase what's happening right now."

Yan Zhusheng was now washing Ying Chanxi's hair, while Li Luo remained silent, smiling faintly.

His hands had long stopped being well-behaved.

Ying Chanxi grew limp under his touch.

Though her mind still struggled, her body had already raised the white flag.

After more than an hour in the bathroom, Li Luo personally dressed the two lovely girls in their pajamas.

He carried them out, one on each side, their bodies limp and weak, and returned them to bed.

Ying Chanxi buried her blushing face deep into the quilt.

After Li Luo tucked her in, she still reached across him to punch Yan Zhusheng on the other side.

"Li Luo," Yan Zhusheng immediately complained, "Sister hit me."

"Really? Then I'll help you get revenge."

Li Luo smiled, turned, and kissed Ying Chanxi's cheek.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng widened her eyes, then right before Li Luo's face, gave Ying Chanxi a light punch: "Then I'll hit Sister too—Li Luo, hurry up and get revenge for me."

Li Luo laughed, turned again, and kissed Yan Zhusheng's cheek.

Ying Chanxi watched this and was speechless: "... Are you that childish?"

After saying that, Ying Chanxi threw Yan Zhusheng another punch.

"Sister's just as childish."

"Not as childish as you."

The two sisters bickered on the bed, swinging fists with no mercy, thumping each other repeatedly.

Li Luo initially found it amusing, playing both sides, but after kissing them until tired, he quickly pinned them back under the covers: "Enough, enough, stop fooling around—go to sleep."

"I'll listen to Li Luo," Yan Zhusheng immediately lay still, snuggling into his arms. "I won't fight with Sister anymore."

"Now you say that?" Ying Chanxi immediately rolled over, hugging Li Luo's other arm, and shot Yan Zhusheng a scornful look. "Hypocrite."

Seeing Yan Zhusheng about to retort, Li Luo simply bent down and kissed her lips, holding it for a long while before letting go.

"Good girl, don't talk anymore."

"Mm," Yan Zhusheng's cheeks flushed pink from the kiss, she nodded obediently and stopped arguing with Ying Chanxi.

But beside him, Ying Chanxi pouted in dissatisfaction, gripping Li Luo's arm tightly, yet said nothing.

Li Luo understood what she meant—he smiled, turned his head, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

Facing Li Luo's kiss, Ying Chanxi quickly surrendered, melting into a soft heap, letting him play with her.

After finally subduing the two little demons, Li Luo lay flat on his back, holding Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng, and glanced at Yan Zhusheng's phone screen as she scrolled through TikTok.

"How many followers does Aunt Yuan have now?"

"Let me check," Yan Zhusheng scrolled through her follow list and told Li Luo, "Over seven million."

"Growing so fast," Ying Chanxi exclaimed from the other side. "Could she really hit ten million in just one day?"

"Probably some fake numbers," Li Luo mused, stroking his chin. "TikTok's trying to make a big splash—Aunt Yuan's riding the wave."

At this point, whether those seven million followers were real or not didn't matter to TikTok.

What mattered now was that even if the real growth didn't reach ten million by tomorrow morning, TikTok would make the number break ten million anyway.

Compared to Yuan Wanqing herself, TikTok now needed this number more.

"Where are your accounts?" Ying Chanxi was more concerned about this now, leaning forward curiously. "How many followers do you have?"

"Mine already has one million three hundred thousand," Yan Zhusheng said. "Li Luo's has one million five hundred thousand."

"Not bad," Li Luo nodded in satisfaction. "This wave of traffic will last at least another week. Even if the first day was the strongest, the following days won't be much worse."

"If we play this right, forget about Aunt Yuan's side—just our two accounts could easily reach a few million followers."

"Then I'll officially announce you're my boyfriend," Yan Zhusheng said. "Create a hot topic, break past ten million followers."

"How can you do that?!" Ying Chanxi immediately widened her eyes and blurted out in protest.

"See?" Yan Zhusheng said to Li Luo. "I told you Sister would get angry."

Ying Chanxi: "???"