Chapter 83: Love-Struck? Love-Sick!

As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, he couldn't wait to let the third caller join the stream. He was worried that if he waited any longer, the topics in his chatroom would spiral out of control, becoming too much for him to handle.

"Hello, Brother Yun, can you hear me?"

After two consecutive male callers, finally a female fan joined the line. Hearing her voice, Jiang Yun responded, "I can hear you. So, what do you have prepared for us?"

"Brother Yun, I haven't really prepared anything, but I plan to take your ten thousand yuan."

"Oh?" Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow. "Nothing prepared? If you haven't got anything, you can't take my money. Besides, everyone who calls in says they have nothing, but each one is more ruthless than the last! The last caller practically dropped a bomb in my stream."

"Hehe, I may not have anything prepared, but I do have a little story of my own to share with you and everyone in the chat."

The woman's tone was casual, as if she were just chatting at home with Jiang Yun.

"Alright, go ahead. Let's hear it. I want to see what kind of story could earn ten thousand yuan from me," Jiang Yun said, unconcerned.

To him, after so many bold stories in his stream, it would take something truly special to move him. Besides, this woman sounded so relaxed—it probably wasn't anything major.

The caller began slowly, "When I was a sophomore, I met a guy. He chased after me for a while, and I thought he was alright, so we got together. But his family wasn't well-off, so every month I'd give him 1,500 out of my own 2,000 yuan living expenses."

"Huh?" Jiang Yun tilted his head. "How much? Out of your 2,000, you gave him 1,500 every month? Wow. He wasn't just not well-off—he had no means at all!"

"Yeah, 1,500," the woman said, even laughing at herself. "I don't know what I was thinking back then, but I really did give him that much. If you don't believe me, I can video call you and show you the transfer records."

"Alright, turn on your camera, let me see," Jiang Yun said.

The woman obliged, and soon, a delicate face appeared on the stream. Many of Jiang Yun's regular, somewhat shameless viewers immediately began calling her "wife" in the chat.

She paid them no mind, instead pulling out another phone and scrolling through her transfer records for Jiang Yun to see.

The transfers were from four years ago—almost every month, right after her father sent her 2,000 yuan, she would send 1,500 of it to this guy.

Seeing the records, Jiang Yun couldn't help but laugh. "Impressive. You really were something else back then. So, did you two break up?"

"We broke up a few times, but every time he begged me, I'd get back together with him. And then I'd keep sending him money," she said, laughing again, as if it wasn't herself she was talking about.

"Did you stay together after graduation?"

"Yes."

"Are you still together now?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yun: ...

This was getting a little abstract. He couldn't quite make sense of it, so he probed further after a pause. "After graduation, you didn’t have any more living expenses, right?"

"No. In senior year, I started interning, so I stopped asking my family for money."

"Did he also start working?"

"Yes," she nodded.

Jiang Yun finally let out a sigh of relief. This didn't sound so bad, after all. "Well, that’s not too bad. You started dating in school, and although you helped him out at first, now you’re both working and self-sufficient, and you’re still together. That’s a decent memory."

The chat agreed.

"True, it sounded wild at first, but thinking about it, who hasn’t had tough times? Maybe she just really likes him and is willing to give more."

"Everyone has a less-than-perfect past, but as long as things are good now, that’s what matters."

"At least the guy didn’t leave her once he started working and making money—there’s some closure in that."

"We’re all outsiders, we don’t know the whole story. Maybe the guy was really struggling back then."

"....."

Seeing that they were still together after several years and both had jobs, everyone became a bit more forgiving toward the guy.

But then, the woman dropped another bomb that left everyone speechless.

"After graduation, he found a job with a little over four thousand yuan a month. I make over six thousand. But he likes to buy luxury goods, so every month I end up sending him over five thousand out of my six thousand salary."

Jiang Yun: ????

While Jiang Yun was still processing this, the woman continued, "And he even cheated on me once with a coworker. But... but... the moment he begged me, I couldn’t help it—I forgave him... hahaha..."

Hearing her laughter, Jiang Yun frowned. "Are you sure you’re not making this up?"

She said nothing, but pulled up her chat logs for Jiang Yun to see.

It was a conversation from half a year ago. In it, her boyfriend clearly admitted to cheating and begged her forgiveness.

And she really did forgive him. The following month, she sent him another five thousand yuan.

Jiang Yun was silent for a long moment, then finally couldn’t help but laugh. "Girl, does he have something on you? Tell me."

"No," she said, waving her hand with a smile. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just like him. I just want to send him money. Last month he said he wanted to start a business and asked me to help raise money, but I was out of money, so he had me take out online loans for him. I ended up borrowing over sixty thousand yuan for him."

As she spoke, she opened various loan apps. Adding it all up, it really did come to over sixty thousand yuan.

The wildest part was, the monthly repayments on all those loans added up to just over six thousand yuan—her entire monthly salary.

At that moment, Jiang Yun fell completely silent.

The chat exploded with question marks.

"????????"

"This isn’t lovesickness, this is love cancer!"

"She’s beyond help. Just let her be."

"The world really is full of wonders!"

"This girl has left me speechless."

"If there’s a definition of ‘abstract,’ this is it!"

"....."

Seeing the chat scroll by, Jiang Yun couldn’t help but ask, "So you still haven’t broken up?"

"I’m afraid if we break up, he won’t pay me back," she replied, her face still lit up with a smile, as if she weren’t the one owing sixty thousand yuan in loans.

Jiang Yun: ...

At that moment, only one thought echoed in his mind.

The world really has gone mad.

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