Chapter Twenty-One: Why Choose to Grovel?

Pfft! On the other end, Zhi Xun, who was watching the livestream, had just taken a sip of water and immediately spat it out upon hearing Bai Qingming’s words, nearly choking herself half to death.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Silly Little Sister’s stream was lively and cheerful.

“Damn, you went out with an older woman just to play games? What a show-off!”

“I knew it. I thought the two of them were about to get together, but if it's just for gaming, that’s a relief.”

“The Bachelor Godfather truly is a role model for us all, our spiritual leader!”

“Older woman, aren’t you overthinking it? Hahaha.”

The chat was filled with jokes, and gifts kept pouring in.

“You scoundrel!”

Silly Little Sister slammed on the brakes and stopped by the roadside, her anger—long forgotten—flaring up once again.

I kindly agreed to go on a date with you, and you actually want to act like you’re my father?

“Isn’t this just bullying? I’m not even good at League of Legends!”

She spoke honestly. Usually, she played games like PUBG during her streams; League of Legends was something she only dabbled in.

And after last night’s ordeal, pretending to be a game companion and getting tormented by Bai Qingming, she knew full well she’d stand no chance soloing him.

At that moment, she suddenly noticed a private message from Zhi Xun.

“Solo him. I’ll play for you!”

Zhi Xun wouldn’t miss such a golden opportunity to improve his standing in Silly Little Sister’s eyes. Besides, who knew where this so-called Bachelor Godfather had come from—he was wealthier, better looking, and now he wanted to steal his girl.

What man could tolerate that?

Seeing the message, Silly Little Sister calmed down at once. Bai Qingming might be better than her, but as she'd heard, the guy was only at Silver rank. She knew Zhi Xun’s skill level well. With his help, victory would be easy.

Alright, then.

You want to act like my father?

Well, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

“A solo match is fine—but what if you lose?” she asked, suddenly confident.

“If I lose, I’ll send you a hundred Treasure Maps!”

Bai Qingming named his wager.

A single Treasure Map was worth five thousand yuan; a hundred meant half a million.

Adding up his bank savings and the gifts he’d received last night, he figured it would suffice. Besides, Bai Qingming didn’t believe for a moment that he would lose.

“A hundred?!”

Silly Little Sister’s eyes gleamed. She suddenly thought that even if she played herself and lost, it wouldn’t matter, but if she won, that would be a whole five hundred thousand!

“You said it yourself, and all these viewers are witnesses. Deal!”

“A gentleman’s word is his bond!” Bai Qingming smiled faintly.

Silly Little Sister, determined to do a good deed to the end, started the car again, driving Bai Qingming and his Bugatti Veyron home.

Not long after, Bai Qingming suddenly looked out the window and spoke.

“Stop here.”

Silly Little Sister was puzzled but still pulled the car over and looked outside.

Not far away, a young man and woman were talking, seemingly arguing.

No, it was more like a one-sided scolding.

The girl was fairly pretty, mostly thanks to makeup—a typical influencer face. The boy, simply dressed and reasonably good-looking, fair-skinned, but he kept his head down, looking utterly submissive.

When Silly Little Sister saw a quarrel between a couple, her curiosity got the better of her, and she pricked up her ears to listen.

“You can’t even come up with a five hundred thousand yuan bride price or buy a hundred-square-meter apartment, and you dare say you love me? Still want to marry me?”

That was the girl speaking.

“Darling, listen, I’ve borrowed from every relative and friend I have, but I’ve only managed to get three hundred thousand. As for the house, my parents said they’d use their retirement savings to help us with the down payment. Please, ask your parents to lower their expectations just a little, okay?”

The boy pleaded in a soft, humble voice, humility etched into every word.

“Don’t call me darling. The bride price isn’t negotiable, not a single cent. My brother is counting on that money to marry his girlfriend, too. And your parents only want to help with the down payment? What then—do you expect me to pay off the mortgage with you every month?”

The girl was unmoved, her attitude condescending as she continued, “Let’s just call it off. You’re not good enough for me. See this bag? To be honest, a guy who’s after me now gave it to me—it’s the latest LV, and you couldn’t afford it with half a year’s salary. Tell me, how could marrying a broke loser like you ever support me? Just take that three hundred thousand as compensation for the youth I wasted on you. We’re done.”

The boy was on the verge of tears; it was clear how much he loved her.

Their conversation wasn’t just overheard by Bai Qingming and Silly Little Sister—it was also crystal clear to every viewer in the stream.

“Damn, I thought she was just a gold-digger, but she’s also a brother-subsidizer.”

“This kind of woman is disgusting. From today on, there’s bound to be another guy turned bad by heartbreak.”

“Everyone, remember her face; avoid her if you ever run into her. Don’t fall into the trap.”

“Honestly, even as a woman, I can’t stand it. She doesn’t even see what she’s like herself—she’s a disgrace to all women.”

“Older woman, can you really stand this? If it were me, I’d have rushed over and slapped her already.”

[Request for the streamer to go teach her a lesson—ten rockets sent.]

The viewers were all furious.

Silly Little Sister, too, was truly shocked.

Especially by the girl’s final words.

That boy had managed to borrow three hundred thousand with great difficulty, and she had the nerve to demand it as compensation.

At first, she’d thought Bai Qingming was the most shameless person in the world, but now, in comparison, she realized he was just socially awkward.

With that, she immediately unbuckled her seatbelt, about to get out and give that girl a piece of her mind.

It had nothing to do with gifts from viewers—she simply couldn’t stand it any longer.

“This is their personal business. What are you planning to do?”

Bai Qingming grabbed her arm, stopping her from getting out.

The chat erupted.

“Why’s the Bachelor Godfather stopping her? Don’t tell me even he’s just going to tolerate this?”

“Does he really think the gold-digger is in the right?”

“So this is what the Bachelor Godfather is like. Suddenly, his stream doesn’t seem so appealing.”

Someone started stirring up the chat, and instantly, quite a few of Bai Qingming’s new viewers unfollowed him.

Even Silly Little Sister was at a loss as to why Bai Qingming was stopping her. At that moment, his image in her mind lost much of its former charm.

“Drive the car over.”

Bai Qingming, oblivious to the chat’s shift, gave his instructions.

“Why?”

“Don’t ask so many questions. Just do it.”

Bai Qingming offered no explanation.

And so, Silly Little Sister had no choice but to start the car.

…

Not far away, the boy was still pleading, but now he was begging her not to break up with him.

“What a pitiful guy.”

“Breaking up is for the best! Don’t you get it? Leaving a woman like that is the best thing that could happen to you.”

“You, too—your parents raised you all these years, and for what? To become a doormat?”

Even passersby couldn’t stand it anymore.

Meanwhile, a Bugatti Veyron slowly drove up and, under everyone’s gaze, stopped right beside the boy.

At that moment, the girl’s eyes went wide in astonishment, and she froze.