Chapter Ten: Putting an End to Technology and Ruthless Practices

Vincent looked utterly desperate, but still managed to uphold a manager’s basic professionalism, turning to the camera to explain, “Darlings, last night Waning personally packed for herself and the two kids, so she didn’t sleep well. Please forgive her.”

At that moment, the two adorable children were led downstairs by the housekeeper. Unlike Su Waning, they were neatly dressed, clearly having been up for a while.

“All right, this isn’t the place to talk—go upstairs and get yourself ready. I’ll try to stall them here,” Vincent whispered to Su Waning, then used his body to block the view as she slipped upstairs.

The camera shifted to focus on the children. Instantly, the live chat flooded with comments.

“Sui Sui is so handsome! I’ve got to get that little trench coat!”
“These kids are adorable, but I wonder if they’ll take after their mother’s character.”
The older brother, Sui Sui, wore a blank expression and eyed the sudden newcomers in their home with guarded curiosity.

Nian Nian’s reaction was far more genuine—her little hand gripped her brother’s sleeve, most of her small body hidden behind him. Only a soft, round head peeked out, and her big eyes stared at the camera, filled with both curiosity and shyness.

“My heart just melted. Are you sure that’s not my daughter?”
“From today on, I am a diehard fan of little Nian Nian!”

Wang Zan cleared his throat and gently reminded the kids, “Little ones, we’re live right now. There are lots of brothers and sisters watching behind the camera.”

Hearing this, Sui Sui’s dark eyes flicked, and he forced a slightly stiff smile at the camera. “Hello.”

Encouraged by her brother’s greeting, Nian Nian tightened her grip on his sleeve, hesitantly raised her right hand, and gave a shy little wave. Her voice was soft as a kitten’s: “Hello, everyone.”

“What a handsome brother and lovely sister—are these really that woman’s children? I can’t believe it!”
“I agree, such wonderful kids, ruined by Su Waning. What a shame!”
“She used to mistreat the children so much—why are they agreeing to be on the show? Were they threatened? Production team, please help them!”

The chat was still abuzz with people unable to forget Su Waning’s earlier “surprise” appearance.

“So Su Waning’s actually a comedian, right? Even my little niece thinks those pajamas are childish.”
“And who noticed her yawning at the camera? I got a screenshot—her mouth could fit my entire fist!”
“I thought this group would be boring, but these two little ones are making it impossible to leave.”
“Should we call the police? Is that little girl really okay? She looks so scared.”

As public opinion grew more heated and the audience count climbed, the microphone caught Su Waning coming back downstairs. The camera instantly switched to her.

“Am I seeing things? Is she wearing sportswear?”

On the stairs, Su Waning sported a crisp high ponytail, a fresh blue-and-white tracksuit, and white sneakers. A light touch of makeup made her look every bit the vibrant college student.

“Heavens, do celebrities’ faces age in reverse? Who would believe she’s a mother of two?”
“And that figure—the waist-to-hip ratio! Even loose sportswear can’t hide it. Someone here is drooling, and I’m not naming names.”

Vincent stared at the numbers on his phone as the viewer count surged past six figures. He walked over to Su Waning and casually tilted the screen toward her.

Catching sight of the number in the corner, Su Waning felt a rush of satisfaction. It was nowhere near the audience she’d had in her previous life, but for a first day, it was more than enough.

“Yes!” she whispered, fist-bumping Vincent, a look of mutual understanding flashing between them.

“Hello, everyone!”

Su Waning walked confidently to the front, took the live device from the cameraman, and pointed the lens at her own face, completely at ease as she began to speak.

“Welcome to my live stream! Just now… heh, sorry, I was a bit sleepy. But how come you’re all up so early watching a live show? Are you all ‘8 a.m. warriors’?”

The chat exploded with groans.

“Don’t remind me! I’m on my way to class right now.”
“Stop, I already want to die. Please, just stop.”
“Is Su Waning doing a selfie? How does she look flawless even from that deadly angle? Maybe I can forgive her after all.”
“So what if it’s a selfie? Who knows how many filters she’s layered on.”

With the camera in hand, Su Waning made her way to the kitchen, set it down in a good spot, and took some ingredients from the fridge.

On home turf, Su Waning was clearly in her element. She faced the camera and launched into an effortless monologue.

“This morning, I’m making an egg and avocado sandwich. If anyone in the audience is looking to lose weight, this is a great choice! It gives you all the nutrients you need for the morning…”

As she spoke, she deftly trimmed the crusts off the bread, cracked an egg one-handed, and scrambled it to a perfect custardy texture—a tempting pale yellow paired with vibrant green avocado that was positively mouthwatering.

“Help, is she sure she’s not a food blogger? Now I’m hungry.”
“I just quietly opened my food delivery app.”
“Is it really nutritious enough to give the kids this for breakfast? Is she making them diet just because she wants to lose weight?”

Unaware of the skeptical comments, Su Waning placed the finished sandwiches into lunch boxes, narrating as she worked: “A simple, delicious breakfast like this takes just five minutes, and making it yourself is so much healthier and safer. Cutting down on processed foods is my secret to staying beautiful!”