“I understand your situation roughly. From now on, the Ye family will be your home, but…” Ye Jin paused slightly, then handed Wan Jiao a pre-prepared agreement, “You are not allowed to disclose our relationship to anyone, you are not allowed to sleep in the same room as me, and you are not allowed to mention having children.”
Wan Jiao was stunned.
So, this cheap husband intends to have a marriage in name only? How is she supposed to have an heir like that?
Ugh, this is so frustrating. I was just one step away from success.
However, when it comes to having a child, if the person involved doesn't want to, Wan Jiao can't force herself to do it.
She quickly composed herself and took the agreement from Ye Jin. "I just need to sign it, right?"
Nightfall: "Yes."
…
Old Master Ye had prepared a wedding house for Ye Jin and Wan Jiao a few years ago.
Wan Jiao moved in the night she received her marriage certificate.
Yes, she was alone.
As for her cheap husband, Ye Jin, the war on the extraterritorial battlefield was intense, so he took a private plane overnight and left the capital city with several skilled fungal officers.
It was a detached villa, small but complete: a swimming pool, a garden, and everything that should and shouldn't have, plus a butler.
After taking a shower, Wan Jiao was about to go to bed when she noticed a phone on her bed—the kind everyone seemed to have while shopping. To be precise, it was a cell phone. Besides the phone, there was also a bank card.
Who put it there?
With a flick of his finger, spiritual energy gathered, and in mid-air, the events that had occurred in the bedroom appeared like a scene from a movie.
It was night's ashes.
He placed the phone and bank card on the bed and said something. The image displayed by this spell was without sound, so Wan Jiao didn't know what Ye Jin said. But the fact that he bought her a phone and a bank card before heading to the extraterrestrial battlefield made her think that her cheap husband wasn't so heartless after all.
With a cell phone, how could Wan Jiao possibly fall asleep?
Holding her phone, she operated it somewhat cluelessly, and inadvertently clicked into a short video app called Kuaiyu, where she saw a beautiful woman live-streaming her makeup application.
Number of viewers watching online: [number] people.
Wan Jiao was somewhat surprised.
Is the internet really that advanced now? Can so many people be attracted without leaving home?
She swiped around a few times and found that there were all kinds of types.
Live-streaming himself eating.
Live-streaming to expose fakes.
Live streaming himself playing games.
Live-streaming fishing.
Singing live on stream.
Selling clothes via live streaming.
Live-streaming ghost hunting.
live streaming……
...
It really is, there's a huge amount.
Some only had a handful of viewers online.
The number of viewers reached as high as one million.
In a word, awesome.
Two words: awesome.
Three words: awesome!
Wan Jiao, a sorcerer who was focused on accumulating merit for ascension, seemed to have found a "shortcut" to accumulating merit. She no longer needed to run around or set up a stall under the scorching sun. It was so comfortable.
She immediately made up her mind to start live streaming on Kuaiyu.
But... what should we broadcast?
After thinking carefully for three minutes, Wan Jiao decided on her direction!
Live fortune telling.
She quickly applied to become a live streamer, gave herself the nickname "Late Half-Immortal," placed her phone on her bedroom dressing table, and started broadcasting.
Her live stream description reads: "Understanding Yin and Yang, knowing the Eight Trigrams, I can calculate everything."
Honestly.
No matter how you look at it, this is clearly a charlatan's live stream.
…
Kuaiyu Live has a built-in beauty filter, and Wan Jiao, who is already beautiful, looks even more stunning with the filter.
She stared at her reflection in her phone, dissatisfied with everything she saw.
Yeah, that's too flashy.
She held her phone and studied it for a while before turning off the beauty filter in the live stream.
He entered the live stream room wanting to give up every day.
The young man in blue entered the live stream room.
At this moment, two viewers entered Wan Jiao's live broadcast room.
Wan Jiao's face was beautiful from every angle, breathtakingly so.
And...she didn't even use a beauty filter!!!
Even if she were placed in the category of beauty streamers, she would have no rivals.
The two audience members who came in were both men, and they were instantly moved to tears by Wan Jiao's beauty, staring at the screen in a daze for a long time.
After Wan Jiao adjusted her phone and put it back on the dressing table, she noticed that the live stream room, which originally had zero viewers, now had two more people watching.
She mimicked the streamers she had seen before and began, "Welcome to the live stream, Qingyi Gongzi, who always wants to slack off."
Being good-looking is one thing.
Even the way he spoke was awe-inspiring.
[Wow, that's the feeling of being moved!] I want to just sit around typing in the chat every day.
The young man in blue also left a message.
[Hey streamer, with your looks, wouldn't it be better to be a beauty streamer? Why do you have to be like those charlatans and do fortune telling on stream? And you even claim to understand Yin and Yang, know the Eight Trigrams, and can predict everything—aren't you afraid of professional fraudsters coming after you?]
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