Chapter 54: Perhaps My Arrival Was Ill-Timed

“You’ve actually caught feelings for your brother?” Jiang Yun sighed helplessly. “If your relationship were in a Korean drama, it’d take at least twenty episodes to tell the story.”

“So, what should I do now?”

The viewer’s tone carried a hint of regret. “It’s all my fault—if I’d just been a little more careful. If I could have kept things as they were, I wouldn’t be in so much pain right now.”

Jiang Yun’s lips twitched at this.

You’re feeling hurt now?

“So, what’s the attitude of the other three people involved?”

If this were the usual tale of a player juggling three women, Jiang Yun might have brushed it off with a few perfunctory words.

After all, he wasn’t particularly fond of people like that himself.

And besides, he was live streaming—this wasn’t the time to promote such unhealthy ideas.

But this viewer’s story was just too bizarre!

He couldn’t help but want to hear more.

The viewer continued, “My wife was furious when she first found out I was involved with my partner’s wife and wanted a divorce. But after she learned that there was something between me and my partner, and that I was with his wife just to cover up my relationship with him, she didn’t mention divorce anymore. She just went silent for a few days and ignored me.

As for my partner, he was angry at first too, but once he understood why I was with his wife, he wasn’t so upset.

Only my partner’s wife is still really angry. She thinks I don’t respect her.”

“So, the most upset person right now isn’t your wife, or the man you cheated with, but that man’s wife?” Jiang Yun asked, face full of disbelief.

“Right!”

Hearing this, Jiang Yun froze, his eyes darting back and forth. Clearly, his mind was spinning furiously.

“She’s not bothered that you came out with her husband, but she’s upset about the reason you were with her?”

“Exactly!”

“Ah… this… this…”

Several times Jiang Yun tried to speak, but stopped short.

Thinking about the hundreds of thousands watching his stream, Jiang Yun hesitated over whether he should even say this out loud.

After a while, he decided to ask obliquely, “Between you and him, who’s on top?”

“Sometimes him, sometimes me.”

Jiang Yun: !!!

Unbelievable!

This guy is the king of versatility!

He glanced at the chat—sure enough, the moment he asked that question, the chat went wild.

“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!”

“This guy is seriously hardcore!”

“I can’t even imagine—how ruthless does someone have to be?”

“Top and bottom, men and women—he conquers all!”

“A perfect combo—like a plug and a socket, right?”

“………”

Stunned, Jiang Yun suddenly searched for a TV drama on his computer and played a certain scene from it.

[“Sorry, maybe I came at the wrong time!”]
[“No, you came at just the right time!”]

It was a memorable scene from a drama called “The Legendary Swordsman,” which had aired over a decade ago—one that many viewers would never forget.

After showing the clip, Jiang Yun said with a meaningful look, “Do you get what I mean?”

“Yunzi, are you saying…”

“Say no more!” Jiang Yun cut him off, finger raised. “Don’t say it out loud, or this stream will really get banned.”

Some sharp-minded viewers in the chat quickly understood Jiang Yun’s implication.

“No way—it’s not what I’m thinking, is it?”

“If Yunzi really means what I think he does, that’s honestly mind-blowing!”

“Too wild—I almost can’t believe it!”

“Actually, that might not be a bad way to handle things.”

“In the adult world, it’s simple—no objection means consent! His wife never actually said she wanted a divorce, so her feelings are pretty clear!”

“See? No one who gets into voice chat on a gift leaderboard is normal!”

“……”

The viewer saw the chat and realized he’d interpreted Jiang Yun’s hint correctly. He replied, “Alright, Yunzi, I get it. I’ll give it a try.”

“Good, go give it a shot.” Jiang Yun nodded and then disconnected the chat.

He really didn’t dare keep talking to this viewer—he was afraid the conversation would get even more explosive, and then his channel would be finished.

As soon as he hung up, the chat suddenly became very unified.

“Time for a party!”

“Party time!!!”

“This guy’s going home to have a party!”

“Whew, this guy really swings both ways—let’s get the party started!”

“Party, party, party!!!”

“……”

“Hey, hey, hey, watch yourselves—there are a ton of people here. Don’t get me banned!” Jiang Yun said, trying to rein in the chat, but it was clearly having little effect.

Helpless, he sent out a gift bag worth ten thousand diamonds and set the password to “Read more, watch the news, eat less junk, and get plenty of sleep,” in an effort to calm things down.

With the appearance of the gift bag, the chat finally grew more harmonious.

Jiang Yun glanced at the time.

After chatting with a few viewers and padding out the time with singing, his stream was already halfway done.

If he kept going for another hour, he’d finish today’s sign-in task.

Thinking this, he announced, “We’re about halfway through today’s stream. I’ll chat with a few more viewers, then take a break.”

With that, he casually accepted another viewer’s chat request.

“Yunzi, can you hear me?”

A soft, sweet female voice came through his headphones.

“Yes, what have you got for me this time? Let’s hear it.”

Jiang Yun asked as usual.

“Nothing really, Yunzi. I just have a question I’m curious about.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Let me tell you about my job first. I write web novels. My biggest pain every day is figuring out what to write today, tomorrow, and in the future. It tortures me endlessly. So I’m really curious—where do variety streamers like you get so many ideas? Aren’t you exhausted thinking up all this material every day?”

Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow at that. “Girl, that’s not right—what do you mean, am I not tired thinking up so much content? I don’t come up with these stunts myself; it’s my fans who force me to do them!”

“Then, Yunzi, do you have any advice for my writing? I want to start a new book, but I haven’t found any good inspiration.”

“Huh?” Jiang Yun’s mouth fell open. “Wait, you want writing advice from me? I don’t even write novels!”

“I have no choice. I just can’t find the right opening for a new story lately. So I’m asking everyone for ideas, hoping to spark some inspiration.”

“I see…” Jiang Yun stroked his chin and asked, “So, what kind of stories do you write?”

“Women’s romance.”

“Women’s fiction…” A thoughtful look flashed in Jiang Yun’s eyes, then he slapped his palm. “Got it! Here’s the thing…”

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