Chapter 21: Woman, You Are Unaware of Your Own Beauty
The person in front of the screen held their breath.
Their eyes didn’t blink, fixated on the screen.
Their knuckles turned white from gripping the mouse so tightly it was almost deformed.
Their heart pounded up to their throat.
At the center of the screen appeared a slender hand, with nails unadorned yet full and rounded. Anyone who often watched Yan Ye’s live streams knew these hands—they frequently appeared selling products.
Along with the hand, her chin and the upper part of her outfit also came into view.
The next moment, a bold retort followed.
“You want me to show my face, so I show it? How many peanuts did you eat to get this drunk? The top donor hasn’t said a word; why don’t you beg the top donor?”
The total tips had already neared ten million. If the top donor spoke up, Yan Ye might actually grant a favor and reveal herself.
The chat exploded instantly, all clamoring for the top donor to speak.
The top donor replied:
“No peeking.”
Yan Ye continued selling the crispy snack.
“This crispy snack is crunchy and delicious, with a satisfying crunch in every bite. The spicy, numbing pepper flavor bursts instantly in your mouth, irresistible and intoxicating, locking in your taste buds. It shoots straight to the forehead, flipping your mind upside down. The aftertaste lingers endlessly.”
“I’ve never heard such an explosive sales pitch before.”
“Flipping my mind upside down?”
“After eating this snack, every kid takes one—kids next door are drooling and crying.”
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Despite the remarks, once the link went live, sales soared rapidly.
It exceeded her usual numbers by an unfathomable multiple.
No wonder people love spending money on games these days.
After all, it’s a snack that can ‘flip your mind upside down.’ Who wouldn’t be infatuated?
Realizing she sold too much, Yan Ye hurriedly tried to remove stock. She had set her inventory high, thinking few would buy. Now, flustered, she scrambled to find where to close it.
She forgot about the camera.
Her face flashed across the screen so quickly that no one reacted in time.
Even the chat paused for several seconds before erupting with even more intense messages.
“Wait, who just flashed by?”
“Did anyone screenshot or record that?”
“Mom, I’m in love again!”
“Beauty filter freak—imagine how ugly she is in real life.”
“Dummy, didn’t you see ‘no beauty filter’ written under the video? Sour grapes.”
“I declare, Yan Ye, you’re my wife from now on.”
...
“Liar, she’s my wife. We grew up in the same neighborhood.”
“Why doesn’t this beautiful sister show her face on stream?”
“Her looks beat ninety-five percent of streamers on the platform.”
“Didn’t you see? Low rating.”
“Yan Ye Zizi, say it a billion more times.”
...
She accidentally appeared on camera, but only briefly. Even a blurry snapshot couldn’t hide her exquisite beauty.
Those who caught a glimpse of her face on the screen were instantly starstruck, filling the chat with countless little stars that shimmered endlessly.
By the time she finally found and took down her inventory, the live stream had over 200,000 viewers.
Squinting, Yan Ye looked at the number and beckoned Jin Yuanbao over, poking at the figure on the screen.
“I sold snacks to two hundred thousand people. Do people really like this snack so much now? I’m going to be stirring so much I’ll burn my arm.”
The clumsy but adorable robot leaned in, its mechanical voice drawing laughter from countless viewers.
“Wow, you’re really amazing.”
Why did this robot sound so cheeky?
“Baby, get real. It’s not the snacks that are popular, it’s you.”
“You’re so pretty, why sell snacks? Sell something else! Don’t waste your beauty.”
“Shush, three, two, one—link up!”
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Things spiraled out of control. Xu Ziting made a call to the platform’s higher-ups, reporting Yan Ye’s stream.
One minute later, her stream went black.
It showed a half-hour ban.
She was probably the first person ever banned for being too beautiful.
Long after, when Yan Ye learned that Xu Ziting was the one who reported and got her stream shut down, that very night he was kicked out of the bedroom along with his pillow.
Yan Ye set down the snacks, stood, and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Later, she sat under the big tree in the yard, enjoying the evening breeze and feeding the koi in the pond before leisurely returning to her computer.
The half-hour was nearly up.
This time, she switched to selling something else.
A microphone.
“This microphone! It has a magical power. Singing with it not only makes your voice sound beautiful, but even the worst mood turns joyful.”
...
“Automatic tuning sounds so fresh and elegant when you say it.”
“588 yuan so expensive—isn’t there a 500-yuan coupon missing?”
“Why isn’t the streamer showing her face now?”
“My singing is terrible, but I’ve ordered it. Don’t disappoint me.”
...
“This microphone also has a little story. Its name is beautiful too—‘Sing a Little While.’ Life is short, so enjoy it; sing while you can. Fame is fleeting, but looking back, it’s still this microphone.”
Sing while you can.
Tang Xu, sitting before the screen, looked down at the microphone in his hand. It looked almost identical to the one Yan Ye held, as if cast from the same mold. Only his was obviously more beautiful and spirited.
He opened the gift panel, found the skyscraper gift, and resolved to send a tip to Yan Ye.
But the interface popped up a message: insufficient balance, recharge failed.
Oh no, he almost forgot he was broke.
In the end, he snatched a red envelope in another stream, opened it to get a little heart, and tossed it to Yan Ye.
It was pure coincidence that Yan Ye noticed the heart from Tang Xu. After all, that account was a little-known side account he registered years ago for competitions.
The ID was hilariously juvenile:
“Tang Xu to Hold Eighty-One Concerts.”
“Thanks to ‘Tang Xu to Hold Eighty-One Concerts’ for the three little hearts. Wishing you all your dreams come true. That’s all for tonight’s stream. Goodnight, everyone. Next time’s stream is uncertain; see you if fate allows.”
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Wishing you all your dreams come true.
Tang Xu’s face flushed.
For some reason, though it was just a simple phrase, his cold and calm heart began to ignite.
Yan Ye ended her stream, tallying today’s achievements.
“I sold over seven thousand packets of snacks, and more than five hundred microphones. I’m amazing.”
Jin Yuanbao rolled his eyes at her.
“The money is amazing.”
“It’s my money, too.”
“Money-hungry Yan Ye. By the way, don’t you know who gave you that tip? A stranger who suddenly tips you millions without any reason or acquaintance—there’s no such thing as a free lunch.”
“You’re right. Maybe he watched my stream and thought I have strong selling power. In time, if he backs me a little, I might become a top influencer?”
“Woman, you don’t understand your own beauty at all.”
If a man is willing to spend money on you, it’s either lust or wanting to trick you into having a child.