Chapter 847: Co-habitation?!

【Zhusheng!!!】

【You're actually on time! Logged in right at seven.】

【So dedicated! By the way, why did the background change?】

【Didn't you say you were streaming from the office? Did you switch the backdrop wall?】

【Zhusheng, ask your mom when the concert's gonna be!!!】

【I want to hear Light-Years Away! Light-Years Away! Light-Years Away!】

【Have you started taking song requests yet?】

【Where's Chongran? Get him out here! The latest chapter just cut off again—crack his damn skull open!】

As soon as Yan Zhusheng opened her livestream, her long-waiting fans stormed in, yelling nonstop inside the chat.

At this moment, a dynamic rocket animation popped up in the livestream.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng spoke seriously: "Thank you to Chongran Zhusheng Bai Tou Xie Lao for the rocket. Thank you."

After thanking viewers for their gifts according to Ying Chanxi's prior training, Yan Zhusheng reached out and poked toward the camera, then said sternly:

"I'm just good friends with Li Luo. Don't make up weird names for us."

Yan Zhusheng forced her lips tight, then slightly adjusted the camera and asked: "Have you noticed anything different today?"

【Zhusheng looks prettier today!】

【Are you saying Zhusheng wasn't pretty before?】

【Did you get a new hairstyle?】

【New outfit!】

【Stop pretending—you clearly changed the streaming location, and now there's a piano too.】

【There's an honest guy here—let's all gang up on him.】

【Are you gonna sing while playing? Your company's pretty smart—they even got you a piano.】

"Yeah, I changed the streaming location," Yan Zhusheng nodded, then fine-tuned the camera slightly.

The camera was now positioned beside the piano, capturing half her body and the keyboard.

She had placed a tablet on a stand in front of the piano to view live comments and gifts.

After a period of market cultivation, TikTok's livestreaming section had taken off, and its features were gradually being rolled out.

For example, the tipping function had been opened to creators with a certain follower count.

After last week's two-hour livestream, Yan Zhusheng earned several ten thousand yuan in tips.

According to her contract with TikTok, she kept seventy percent of the tips—much higher than regular creators.

So even with just two hours of streaming every Saturday night, Yan Zhusheng could earn over a hundred thousand yuan per month from livestreaming alone.

To be fair, this earning potential really shouldn't be underestimated.

But this mainly stems from Yuan Wanqing's own influence.

After all, Yuan Wanqing couldn't livestream frequently—she needed to maintain scarcity and exclusivity.

Yan Zhusheng's livestreams filled this gap perfectly.

Although Yuan Wanqing's fans couldn't see Yuan Wanqing in Yan Zhusheng's livestream, watching her daughter was still a decent alternative.

Especially since Yan Zhusheng often shared updates about Yuan Wanqing—even little anecdotes.

This was an advantage ordinary gossip media couldn't match.

After all, she was Yuan Wanqing's own daughter—information straight from her mouth was 100% authentic.

This led to Yuan Wanqing's wealthier, idle fans occasionally popping into Yan Zhusheng's livestream to drop a gift—something trivial to them.

As for Yan Zhusheng, after this period of livestreaming trials, she no longer resisted this interaction—she even began to enjoy it.

Besides, she had to practice singing anyway; livestreaming didn't interfere with anything.

【So is this also your company? Feels pretty spacious.】

【This interior design doesn't look like something a company would have.】

【That huge floor-to-ceiling window—just one solid pane of glass—must've cost a fortune.】

【Look at the piano Zhusheng's using… That Steinway's worth at least seven figures. Which company's this rich?】

"This is my own home," Yan Zhusheng said, glancing at the comments. "I had my company install a full livestream setup here. Now I don't need to go to the office—I can stream straight from home."

【Ohhh?】

【This is actually Zhusheng's house?】

【Ssshhhh~】

【No wonder—she's seriously rich!】

【That makes sense—wouldn't buying a Steinway be nothing to Qingjie?】

【Will you stream from home from now on? Can we stream anytime, not just every Saturday?】

"No," Yan Zhusheng said firmly. "I still have school during the week. I'll only stream every Saturday at this time."

【Then when are you doing a video tour of your house?】

【We want to see! We want to see!】

【Is there only one piano here? What else is there?】

This time, Yan Zhusheng ignored those voices and continued with the livestream routine: "Alright, let's take song requests. What do you want to hear today? Chongran Zhusheng Bai Tou Xie Lao can go first."

The fan who tipped the rocket requested "Countdown." Yan Zhusheng placed both hands on the piano, took a slow breath, and instantly slipped into performance mode.

Outside the camera's view.

Li Luo sat leaning back on the sofa, sipping a cocktail slowly, occasionally popping a fruit into his mouth, watching Yan Zhusheng's playing and singing from the livestream's optimal angle.

Since today's angle was shot from the side, Li Luo selfishly made Yan Zhusheng wear wide-leg pants, fully concealing her long legs.

But thinking of how he had pinned Yan Zhusheng against this million-dollar piano that afternoon, making her moan and tremble, while she now sat in the same spot streaming live, Li Luo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, savoring the memory.

Why did he suddenly feel like the shadowy mastermind?

Thinking this, he felt rather wicked.

Li Luo thought of this and couldn't help smiling faintly, then silently dumped the blame onto Xu Youyu in his mind.

It's all Xu Youyu's fault—she'd somehow rewired some of his preferences, and now he actually enjoyed this twisted kind of play.

While Li Luo sat on the sofa watching Yan Zhusheng's livestream, the viewers in the room were all offering praise.

Yan Zhusheng's skill spoke for itself—piano and singing were effortless for her, completely within her grasp.

After singing just four or five simple songs, Yan Zhusheng paused, picked up the water cup beside her, took two sips to moisten her throat, then followed the standard procedure and gave out a red packet to the viewers.

After this period of streaming, Ying Chanxi had arranged for a company assistant to draft a detailed livestream schedule for her.

After a few minor adjustments, Yan Zhusheng's current livestream routine had become fixed.

Every Saturday at seven p. m., she went live, spending the first dozen or so minutes bantering and interacting with viewers to warm up the atmosphere.

Then she began singing.