OFCC – Chapter 97

In truth, Mu Yanxi had no real intention of muting these viewers; it was just a verbal threat. After being chased and teased by this group on Weibo for so many years, she had long grown accustomed to it.

Besides, this live stream required a paid membership to watch. If she really used her privilege to block those viewers, the consequences would likely be difficult to manage.

However, Mu Yanxi’s sudden question clearly caught Yi Wulan’s attention. She brought the other slipper over for Mu Yanxi and casually asked, “Did the bullet comments say something?”

Mu Yanxi had only glanced at them briefly, but the text on the screen was already unfit for viewing. Now that the group had heard Yi Wulan’s words, if Yi Wulan were to actually look, they would probably say even more outrageous things.

Flustered, she clutched her phone and started towards the bathroom. “N-nothing. I’m going to wash up first.”

Yi Wulan reached out and grabbed her wrist, frowning. “Don’t be in such a hurry.”

Worried that Yi Wulan would try to snatch her phone, Mu Yanxi immediately retorted, “How am I in a hurry?”

Yi Wulan’s gaze slowly moved down to Mu Yanxi’s feet. “Not in a hurry, yet you forgot to wear your slippers?”

Her rounded toes anxiously curled and twisted on the carpet, a common little habit of Mu Yanxi’s. Mu Yanxi bit her lip and said nothing.

Seeing this, Yi Wulan didn’t press further. She simply knelt down, took the nearby slippers, and put them on for Mu Yanxi.

Just this simple action caused the warmth on Mu Yanxi’s face, which had barely cooled for a minute, to rise once again.

Rising along with it was the number of bullet comments:

【I was just about to laugh at her for having a guilty conscience and not daring to let President Yi see the comments, but in the next second, I feel like a stray dog that just got kicked.】

【How old is she? She can’t even put on her own shoes?】

【I want President Yi to put my shoes on for me too, sob sob sob.】

【The greasy president next door couldn’t help copping a feel while putting on his wife’s shoes. President Yi is truly a breath of fresh air among domineering presidents.】

After putting on Mu Yanxi’s shoes, Yi Wulan stood up again and asked once more, “So, should I contact the production team?”

Yi Wulan was aware of Mu Yanxi’s past experiences with online hate. Especially after their marriage, whenever Mu Yanxi trended and got flamed, Gu Yan would almost always report it to Yi Wulan.

In the past, at least she was the only protagonist of the hate. If Yi Wulan saw it, she saw it. This time, even Yi Wulan was being teased. Mu Yanxi opened her mouth, but could only rephrase her words tactfully and lightly said:

“It’s fine, they just like to joke with me. Even if I kick them out, they can still watch the recording.”

Yi Wulan studied Mu Yanxi’s expression. “Really?”

“Really, really.” Mu Yanxi quickly hid her phone behind her back, nodding like a chick pecking at rice. She even gave an example, “You know how Bai Yu’an and I usually trade insults, right? It’s the same with these netizens. What true feelings can there be in constant flattery? You have to argue a bit.”

Just then, as if she knew what the netizens were wondering, Yi Wulan asked, “Just joking arguments?”

“Yeah, aren’t fans like that?”

Hearing this, the bullet comments immediately changed their tune:

【Is the little vase speaking up for us? And saying there are true feelings between us?】

【Am I someone who can be appeased with the title of ‘fan’? Yes, I am.】

【Can the person above have some dignity? Who the hell is her fan?】

At this moment, a passerby asked: 【If you’re not her fans, what are you doing here? You all seem pretty active.】

As soon as this was said, the direction of the bullet comments immediately changed: 【There are no Mu Yanxi fans here, thank you.】

【Watch the stream if you want to watch the stream, who told you to curse at people?】

The passerby: …Your level of coordination is something even well-trained professional fans couldn’t achieve.

And you’re still not fans?

You’re kidding me.

The group of black fans couldn’t be bothered to explain to the passerby and switched to their daily operational mode:

【Fine, I’ll reluctantly be your fan for three seconds. When are you going to pay the fans for the 100-yuan-per-post Weibo whitewashing comments?】

【Although… I still have to say: what celebrity would block and mute ten of a fan’s alternate Weibo accounts?】

【Would a celebrity make their fans be watchdogs at a farm?】

【Would a celebrity make their fans be donkeys in a production team?】

Mu Yanxi secretly turned her phone around and, after glancing at the bullet comments, took a deep breath to suppress her inner fire.

Then, she once again braced herself to smooth things over: “You know how I got Xiao An to find the diamond for me, right? No one is really scolding me, and you don’t need to do anything to them.”

As her words fell, the bullet comments gradually quieted for a few seconds before starting to scroll again with an uncertain tone:

【Damn, damn, damn, is this really not a script written by Rongjia Entertainment for the boss’s wife? I’m so touched.】

【I’m starting to reflect on whether I was too harsh just now. I shouldn’t have teased them about their private matters.】

【She’s been the target of my hate for over two years and has never sent me a lawyer’s letter. I’m being cruelly converted into a loyal fan.】

The emo mood in the bullet comments grew stronger. Mu Yanxi’s black fans made up a significant portion of the viewers, and one by one, they fueled the emotional fermentation of the comments, reflecting on their past behavior.

The thought of someone opening Weibo every day to so many insults made those black fans even more regretful.

Some even started spamming “sorry” and “I regret it” in the comments.

Just then, Yi Wulan’s phone rang. She glanced at it and saw it was a company matter, so she told Mu Yanxi, “I’m going to handle something. You go wash up. As for breakfast…”

Mu Yanxi cut in, “Let’s just have lunch later, it’s almost ten o’clock.”

“Then have a snack to tide you over.” After giving her instructions, Yi Wulan answered the phone and left.

Mu Yanxi nodded obediently and waved at Yi Wulan with a grin. Several cameras were installed in the bedroom, and the staff switched camera angles as Mu Yanxi and Yi Wulan moved.

The moment Yi Wulan walked out of the bedroom and gently closed the door, the smile on Mu Yanxi’s face visibly vanished. Then, looking at the live stream on her phone, she began to search for which camera was currently filming her.

The little peacock, who usually meticulously managed every strand of her hair before appearing on camera, now tossed aside all thoughts of her unwashed face and lack of makeup, studying the camera bare-faced.

After fiddling around for a while, Mu Yanxi finally got one of the cameras in her hand. The cameras that Heart Fluttering Again placed in the rooms were all small and could be used handheld by the guests.

Holding the camera, Mu Yanxi shuffled in her slippers with a ‘pat-pat’ sound. Then, as if unafraid of breaking it, she slammed the camera onto the coffee table with a ‘thud’, swung her body around, and sat down on the sofa, lifting her chin to give the camera a death stare.

Using Yi Wulan’s hand to directly kick people out was no fun. If she was going to set the rules, she had to do it herself.

The emo black fans in the comments were still repenting. Just as they finished typing a new comment, they found that Mu Yanxi had already changed locations. The light from the window was much brighter, and seeing the instantaneous change in her facial expression, their typing hands all paused.

A very bad premonition surfaced in their minds.

Sure enough, the next second, Mu Yanxi arrogantly propped her legs up on the coffee table, adopting the posture of a big boss. Then she sneered at the camera:

“Where’s the live stream moderator? And the show’s post-production team, aren’t you going to get to work? What are you all waiting for? Kick out everyone who was spreading rumors and insulting me in the bullet comments just now!”

A flurry of question marks flashed across the screen:

【???】

【That’s not what you were saying just now?】

【You act like this as soon as President Yi leaves? So you were faking it?】

【You motherfucker, I’m going to tattle on you to President Yi.】

【Does President Yi know you’re such a drama queen?】

【I dare you to say this in front of President Yi later!】

Mu Yanxi replied to each one: “Go ahead and tattle, as if you can even contact Yi Wulan.”

“Yi Wulan likes it when I’m a drama queen. Hey, it’s none of your business.”

The bullet comments instantly exploded. Anyone would be unable to take being moved one moment and then backstabbed the next. This group of black fans hadn’t had a proper flame war with Mu Yanxi in a long time, and one by one, they started arguing heatedly in the comments, making a big deal out of everything.

During this time, many passersby tried to mediate:

【It’s a variety show for relaxing, can you guys stop fighting?】

【Is this live stream going to get shut down later?】

Mu Yanxi directly ignored the passersby’s comments and continued to bicker with the black fans in the bullet comments. But the black fans were numerous, and some of them turned to argue with the passersby:

【This is a family matter between me and the little vase, what’s our argument got to do with you?】

【Passersby, shut up. I’m not leaving today if I don’t win this argument.】

【The live stream can be shut down, but I can’t lose my argument (soybean smile emoji).】

The passersby’s jaws dropped in amazement. It was the first time they had witnessed such a grand drama live.

While the argument was raging here, they took a tour of the other four couples’ streams.

The internet celebrity couple, who had been in love for years, were already preparing the script for their evening live stream and introducing their preparation work to the viewers.

The composer and the music prodigy didn’t have the airs of artists one might expect. The two of them were cleaning the house together, a picture of peaceful, quiet life.

But as for that greasy president… things had gone a bit off the rails over there.

To be precise, the script he wrote for himself wasn’t very good.

When the greasy president opened his computer, he only then discovered that the stock market is closed on Saturdays. The US market also had a time difference. The scene just now was said to have been extremely spectacular.

The passersby who came in later missed the greasy president’s blunder, but they could still feast their eyes on the new scene:

The greasy president had somehow procured a large bouquet of roses, probably ninety-nine of them. His delicate little wife was browsing her shopping cart, and upon seeing the roses, her eyes lit up like stars as she pounced on them.

The greasy president lifted his delicate wife’s chin with his hand, looking down at her and asking in his signature bubbly voice, “Baby, did you miss me?”

The delicate wife took the roses, a shy look on her face. “I’ve been looking for you for so long.”

The greasy president pressed on, taking his delicate wife’s phone. He took a look and said with disdain, “I told you to buy something you like, you’re saving me too much money.”

The bullet comments were all wondering what she had bought, and the delicate wife coquettishly recommended a certain brand’s diamond necklace worth over a million from her shopping cart to the greasy president.

The greasy president grew impatient listening and bought it with a grand wave of his hand.

The act of buying things on a whim has always been a standard for domineering presidents. Sure enough, many viewers in the bullet comments ignored the president’s greasiness because of this. But thankfully, there were still some clear-headed people:

【I get it, but not completely.】

【I daren’t ask if you can buy a million-dollar diamond on Taobao.】

【Is the domineering president who can make waves in the stock market this casual? After finding out the market is closed, he just goes and buys roses?】

【I give this script ninety-nine points. I’m afraid you’d get arrogant if I gave you one more.】

【Woman, be sensible; Woman, are you satisfied with what you see? Puke——】

The viewers, who had been poisoned by the greasy president after their tour, ultimately decided to return to Mu Yanxi’s stream to cleanse their eyes.

After all, Yi Wulan was at least a genuine domineering president.

But they didn’t expect that ten minutes later, Mu Yanxi was still sitting in the bedroom, and the Yi Wulan they wanted to see was not on camera. The flame war from earlier had only gotten fiercer. It was their first time seeing a celebrity in the domestic entertainment industry who disregarded her image so much.

Especially from the information in the bullet comments, it seemed that Mu Yanxi had really blocked people before.

Not really blocking, but rather generously handing out mute gift packages.

Mu Yanxi seemed tired of arguing, becoming like a ruthless muting machine: “Congratulations to ‘Today is a Good Day’ for winning a one-minute mute. Thanks to ‘Soda Bear’ for the praise, you’re rewarded with a two-minute mute. ‘Bubble Sweet Soup’, this is your second time, so your mute time is doubled…”

The black fans: …

Damn it, do you think you’re thanking people for donations in a live stream?

Many people were successively muted in Mu Yanxi’s live stream, making the post-production staff of Heart Fluttering Again tremble with fear.

On one hand, they didn’t dare to disobey the boss’s wife’s words. When Mu Yanxi said to mute someone, they really did it. But on the other hand, as the number of muted people grew, they were also afraid of truly offending the paying members who were their patrons.

But surprisingly, the backend data showed that not a single one of the muted users logged off after being muted. Instead, they caused an even bigger ruckus in the bullet comments after their mute ended.

The staff: …

Forget it, we don’t understand the world of you black fans.

Fortunately, Mu Yanxi’s muting spree didn’t last long. She took the camera into the bathroom and, without caring what the viewers thought, began her morning routine on her own.

After washing her face, while applying her skincare products, she leaned in to look at the bullet comments and found that they were discussing her skincare products.

Mu Yanxi very kindly explained, “Ah… these are all custom-made according to my skin type. I don’t know what brand they are, I just mix and use them randomly.”

Afterward, the viewers followed Mu Yanxi out of the bedroom. Yi Wulan was handling work in the study, so Mu Yanxi turned the duo’s live stream into her personal show. Perhaps her conscience finally kicked in, as she began to answer every question from the black fans she had muted.

Black fan: 【Little vase, what are you having for lunch? Who cooks in your house?】

Mu Yanxi was very honest: “An auntie used to cook. We haven’t been here long, so recently we’ve been ordering in.”

The bullet comments were filled with ridicule:

【You’re proud of ordering takeout? Don’t you know the wives in the other streams are cooking?】

【You must be so proud of yourself. President Yi works so hard, what’s wrong with you cooking a meal?】

【I’m starting to feel sorry for President Yi. Her benefits aren’t even as good as the greasy president’s.】

But Mu Yanxi shut them up with her next words: “You’ve reminded me. I need to order early. Le Fu Private Kitchen gets super busy at noon.”

The bullet comments:

【No way, did I hear that right? Is she talking about Le Fu Private Kitchen, the one that only serves ten tables a day and all the chefs are from Michelin-starred restaurants?】

【One ice cream there could cost me a whole month’s salary…】

【But I heard Le Fu never does delivery?】

【Who would cook for themselves if they could eat at Le Fu? It’s great to be rich (puppy crying).】

Mu Yanxi paid them no mind. While ordering lunch, she gave the viewers a tour of the latest holographic technology in the house, especially pointing out many features that hadn’t been released yet. The metaphorical fox tail behind her was practically about to curl up to the sky.

The bullet comments finally couldn’t take it anymore:

【I finally know why the production team changed the outdoor variety show to an indoor one. Turns out you’re just here to advertise.】

【Half the year is almost over, have you counted what you’ve done these past few months? You took on two endorsements before, that’s fine, but you’re on a variety show to do marketing too?】

【Is this what they call ‘the wife sings and the husband follows’? Is your mind so full of making money for Rongjia that you have nothing else to show?】

Mu Yanxi paused for a moment and asked, “Then what do you want to see?”

Just then, a bullet comment flew by: 【The greasy president next door is showing off his new sports car. Please, please, cleanse my eyes with something valuable from your house.】

Mu Yanxi raised an eyebrow and replied in the black fans’ usual tone, “Don’t say Daddy didn’t warn you. Don’t be so materialistic, don’t have such a strong sense of comparison.”

The black fans: …Damn it, the combined sense of comparison of everyone here isn’t as strong as yours alone.

Who was it that wore the latest haute couture gowns to every red carpet event?

And who was it that always showed off jewelry or sports cars in their Weibo selfies?

Mu Yanxi looked at the bullet comments and scoffed lightly. Although she said that, she still fulfilled the request of this group of black fans.

After all, if she didn’t do something, she didn’t know how to continue this live stream.

She should have just asked the production team to write her a script.

When Mu Yanxi took the elevator to the second floor, as the elevator doors opened, she said casually, “There are several walk-in closets. You guys can make do with one for now.”

As her voice fell, the lights in the walk-in closet turned on row by row with a ‘thwack, thwack, thwack’. Each time a row of lights turned on, it revealed a row of magnificent display cases. The scene was so spectacular, it was comparable to a blockbuster movie. The viewers in the bullet comments were so shocked they couldn’t speak.

After several seconds, they began to scroll frantically:

【Damn, damn, damn, is this a walk-in closet? Even a fashion show isn’t this extravagant.】

【Can I afford that necklace even if I work my whole life? I’m seriously hating the rich right now.】

【I finally know why the little vase is so beautiful yet has zero scandals. Not many people can afford to support this level of spending.】

【More like no one dares to support her, right?】

【When I think about President Yi working so hard just for this woman to spend money like this, I feel a little sorry for President Yi.】

【Yeah, isn’t President Yi still working in the study right now?】

Mu Yanxi was instantly displeased when she saw these few bullet comments. What did they mean, Yi Wulan worked hard to support her? She was just helping Yi Wulan solve the problem of having too much money to spend, okay?

This was the spirit of Lei Feng.

But she didn’t want to clarify. She decided to go along with what this group of black fans wanted and put on a brilliant, extremely punchable smile.

Those black fans, used to being manipulated by her, instantly knew she was about to stir up trouble.

Sure enough, the next second, Mu Yanxi said in an extremely affected and dramatic way, “If Yi Wulan doesn’t work, how can she support me? Don’t tell me I have to work hard to support her? That’s not what she said when she married me.”

The black fans’ bullet comments flashed by:

【You feel so comfortable spending her money?】

【Do you remember your family owns a bank?】

【President Yi must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to marry a money-burning machine like you.】

Mu Yanxi looked at the bullet comments and nodded very perfunctorily. “Yeah, I just love spending Yi Wulan’s money. If you’re not happy about it, go spend some too?”

“Oh, she won’t let you and even calls the police for extortion? Well, I can’t help you then.”

“You guys don’t know how charming Yi Wulan is when she gives me her bank card and tells me to buy whatever I want.”

The bullet comments in unison: 【Puke——】

It was like being kicked for no reason while sitting at home, and then having a handful of dog food forcibly shoved down their throats.

When Mu Yanxi wasn’t bickering with her black fans, she was quite aloof during the live stream, with no extra expressions on her face, no different from the cold beauty the public was familiar with.

If you paired that with Mu Yanxi’s family background, walking in such a walk-in closet, any chaebol heiress from a TV drama would seem to pale in comparison to her.

The tone of the bullet comments quickly changed, and they began to fawn over her looks. It was in this atmosphere that Mu Yanxi’s footsteps suddenly stopped, and she turned her head in confusion.

Then, under the witness of hundreds of thousands of viewers, the arrogant and domineering chaebol heiress from a second ago switched to an obedient little cutie in the next.

Yi Wulan was still wearing that cream-colored house dress. As she walked over from the doorway, she looked completely different from when they first saw her in the bedroom. Under the dazzling lights, her cold, fair skin gave her an even greater sense of distance.

As soon as she walked in, she went back to the switch by the door, tapped it lightly to adjust the room temperature, and then took the handheld camera from Mu Yanxi. “The temperature in the walk-in closet is low, don’t catch a cold.”

Mu Yanxi nodded obediently and continued to wander around the walk-in closet with Yi Wulan. The only sounds in her ears were their footsteps and Yi Wulan’s calm breathing.

Usually, Mu Yanxi was very used to being so quiet with Yi Wulan. If there was something to say, she would chatter away; if not, they would enjoy the quiet time together.

They had long grown accustomed to this way of getting along, but some sourpusses in the bullet comments seemed to have finally found something to latch onto and couldn’t help but be sarcastic:

【LOL, you really think all this jewelry belongs to Mu Yanxi? Do I need to remind you how clearly assets are divided in wealthy families?】

【It’s hilarious watching Mu Yanxi give a warm face to a cold butt. Plastic marriage confirmed.】

【Didn’t the production team write a good script for waking up? Why was the walk-in closet scene impromptu? Did they forget to inform President Yi?】

【Waiting for the cheating scandal to be exposed, waiting for Mu Yanxi’s downfall!】

Mu Yanxi was both angry and anxious when she saw the bullet comments. She was so anxious that her hands kept tugging at her clothes, thinking: Say something, just call my name.

But Yi Wulan had no reaction.

Mu Yanxi grew impatient waiting and had to pretend to casually hook Yi Wulan’s hand, her eyes darting towards the camera as she muttered in a low voice, “Are you done with work? I’m exhausted from facing them alone.”

“Something came up at the company, but it’s handled now.” Yi Wulan took Mu Yanxi’s hand and added, “We probably won’t be disturbed this afternoon.”

Mu Yanxi breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking to herself that Yi Wulan was quite cooperative.

Yi Wulan heard the strange tone in Mu Yanxi’s voice and her gaze shifted to Mu Yanxi’s phone. “Are they giving you a hard time again?”

Mu Yanxi covered her phone like a thief and explained, “No, nothing, the people in the bullet comments are all praising how good our relationship is.”

Yi Wulan hummed doubtfully. Although those black fans loved to argue with Mu Yanxi, when they saw someone slandering her marriage, they all worked hard to help Mu Yanxi clean up the bullet comments.

When Yi Wulan looked over, it was a picture of harmony: 【I declare that I’m shipping a real couple.】

【They’re so sweet, I love it! I’m definitely not helping her cover up because I was threatened with a mute by the little vase!】

Mu Yanxi: …

Couldn’t you have left out that last sentence?

Isn’t this a case of a guilty person protesting their innocence too much?

Yi Wulan’s brow furrowed, and her gaze towards Mu Yanxi was filled with doubt, her eyes clearly saying, ‘You’re even colluding with others to cover things up now?’.

“I… how could I have the ability to collude with them? Have you forgotten how they tease me on Weibo?” Mu Yanxi quickly put on an affectionate look, ignoring the hundreds of thousands of onlookers, and skillfully started spouting sweet nothings:

“It’s good that you’re done with work. You should rest well on the weekend. By the way, I saw a private jet I liked a few days ago, let me show you. Look, isn’t the pure white one beautiful? I’ll buy it and give it to you, you can use it whenever you want!”

While coaxing Yi Wulan and showing off their affection, she didn’t forget to show off her wealth.

She glanced at the bullet comments and, sure enough, they were all spamming “so rich, so loving.” So she presented her phone to Yi Wulan like a treasured gift.

The moment Yi Wulan took the phone, the group of black fans in the bullet comments, as if telepathically linked, changed their tune from praising their love to:

【Mu Yanxi despises you for not working and being unable to support her.】

【Mu Yanxi said you should work for her for the rest of your life.】

【Mu Yanxi said you’ve changed since you got married.】

Seeing Yi Wulan’s still-furrowed brow, Mu Yanxi’s heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip and leaned over to look at the phone.

The smile on her face instantly froze, her expression screaming ‘You guys actually betrayed me’.

The viewers watching the live stream all grabbed their melon seeds at home and started cracking them faster.

This is so exciting.

Mu Yanxi gritted her teeth but still had to maintain a smile. “Hahaha, don’t listen to their nonsense, they just love to talk rubbish.”