It was only natural for Lin Qimian to choose “Mumu” as her online handle—after all, two instances of “mu” formed “lin.”
But who, thinking in reverse, would spot “Mumu” amid a torrent of scrolling chat messages and immediately link it to “Lin,” and from there to Lin Qimian herself? All this while performing in front of thousands of live viewers, trying to pick out a vague, ambiguous signal.
“Mumu, do you like kapok flowers?”
How forced, how contrived. If Lin Qimian hadn’t spent over an hour on the phone with Xu Yueliang before the stream went live, she never would have connected that line to herself.
Did she like kapok flowers? She’d only seen them once, during a trip—beautiful, yes, but not something she loved or hated.
What Lin Qimian truly loved was easy to name: the moon. Tonight’s moon, last night’s moon, the moon she dreamed of every night.
But who tuning into this live stream didn’t love the Moon?
Xu Yueliang had guessed right and rigged the game behind the scenes to drop this perk right in her lap. How could Lin Qimian disappoint that heavenly favor?
Her fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, and she replied: 【I like champagne roses.】
The moment the message hit the chat, Lin Qimian clearly saw Xu Yueliang break into a smile.
Not like her earlier smiles—this one was pure delight, smug triumph mixed with utter embarrassment.
She didn’t even glance at the screen anymore. Pretending to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she looked away, lips curving upward as she echoed the comment: “You like champagne roses~~”
“I like them,” Lin Qimian murmured softly. How could she not, when they came from you?
Xu Yueliang squirmed in shy delight for a good while, had a mod send out a red envelope to the chat, swapped the live stream’s background music, and finally asked: “So… Mumu, what do you want me to do?”
Lin Qimian had heard that question countless times back when she was logged in as “11.” Nearly every day, Xu Yueliang would ask it.
Back then, to keep her from wearing herself out, Lin Qimian’s standard answer had always been to rest.
Now that Xu Yueliang had adjusted her streaming schedule, exhaustion wasn’t an issue. Lin Qimian pondered for a moment, then settled on a request that still fit her image as Doctor Lin.
【Mumu: Dance the Cute Song.】
Xu Yueliang on screen: “！！！！”
【Mumu: It goes perfectly with the pink outfit.】
“Oh~~~~~~” Xu Yueliang drew out the sound, her face lighting up with sudden understanding.
Once, while they were curled up at home binge-watching a drama, an ad had featured the Cute Song. Xu Yueliang’s hand had twitched involuntarily, mimicking the cheek gesture.
Wearing pink pajamas and pulling that goofy move—it had caught Lin Qimian’s eye and set her laughing. Clearly, Lin Mumu wanted an encore.
“Mumu just loves this kind of thing.” Xu Yueliang muttered, bending down to queue up the track before stepping back into position for the dance.
The music kicked in, and she snapped into character. The Cute Song lived up to its name: it demanded maximum cuteness, no matter how childish or over-the-top. Pout the lips, widen the eyes, puff the cheeks, bat the lashes, scrunch the nose, flash a sugary smile.
The hand gestures had to sync with a faux performance of the lyrics, backed by full-body moves. From her gaze to every inch of her frame, she was acting—proclaiming to the world: I’m the cutest! I’m piercing straight to your heart!
For a streamer who’d danced on camera for years, this level of embarrassment was nothing.
But every time Xu Yueliang remembered Lin Qimian was watching her ham it up, she couldn’t help dodging the lens—head dipping right after a grin, eyes sliding away post-cute.
By the end, heat had flushed her cheeks for real.
Luckily, the camera loved her makeup; she’d laid on the blush thick for the stream. The redness bleeding through just looked like extra glow, nothing over the top.
Xu Yueliang wrapped up the dance and returned to her computer.
She meant to apologize to the viewers, say she hadn’t rehearsed the song and hadn’t nailed it—hoping they’d forgive her. But the chat exploded, every message gushing adoration.
【Aaaahhh too cute I’m dead aaaahhhh】
【She’s trying to kill me, mom, she wants my life aaaahhh】
【I thought I’d see a fairy, but I got a sweetiepie fairy instead】
【Why did I only click into this stream NOW!!! Why!!!!】
【Live streams can be this gorgeous?】
【I declare: for Little Moon, I’ll be a no-pain mom】
【Does anyone screen-record? Where’s the recording, I need to watch it ten thousand times】
【Daughter, mama paves your flower road! Daughter, mama’s sending you down the flower road right now!!!】
…
Xu Yueliang: “…”
Xu Yueliang was a little dazed. The dance she’d just performed wasn’t technically demanding at all, and she’d dodged the camera several times for personal reasons.
It wasn’t exactly polished, so she hadn’t expected such a wild reaction.
Of course, she knew full well that people didn’t tune into her live streams for professional choreography. Normally, only her super sultry routines—the infamous “late-night specials”—drew crowds this size.
Today, though, she was dressed modestly, and the dance itself had been downright playful and childish. So how had it exploded like this?
Xu Yueliang stared at the barrage flooding her screen, lost in a daze for a good long moment.
Soon, the comments started rolling in again:
【You guys scared my daughter! She’s been frozen for fifteen seconds straight!】
【Hahaha, has our little sweetheart never seen a reaction like this before?】
【Don’t you people have your own daughters? Quit stealing mine!】
【Whoever wants to play mom can go ahead—I’m gonna say it loud and proud: Wife!!!】
【Wife!!!!!!!!!!】
Xu Yueliang: “…”
Her lips twitched. In a small voice, she murmured, “Sorry, let me just grab a sip of water…”
She leaned out of frame, picked up her oversized tumbler, and chugged nearly half of it down with loud gulps. Only then did she start to feel her composure return.
Sliding back into view, she saw the screen had shifted—no more moms or daughters or wives. It was all just waves of “hahaha.”
Xu Yueliang laughed too, addressing the earlier questions with genuine warmth. “I really didn’t expect so many people to show up in my stream today~~”
“You’re all so enthusiastic—I’m totally overwhelmed~~”
“And the vibe is a little different this time… Not that I’m scared or anything!”
“You’re all pretty cute yourselves~~”
She covered her face shyly. “You’re making me so embarrassed~~~”
The screen erupted in another storm of 【Aaaahhhhs】.
Xu Yueliang’s fingers fumbled clumsily over her mouse. “Alright, then—let me run a few more giveaway draws. The prizes aren’t huge, but I hope they bring you all some good luck~~”
Once the lottery was set, she suddenly remembered Lin Mumu. “Mumu, Mumu—are you still happy with that dance?”
The viewers jumped in to answer for Lin Qimian:
【Happy! Over the moon!!!】
【Who wouldn’t be thrilled? Anyone who says otherwise gets dragged out and dealt with.】
【Shoutout to our generous viewer Mumu for inspiring this epic performance. Let’s all say it together: Thanks, Mumu!】
【Thanks, Mumu】
【Thanks, Mumu】
【Thanks, Mumu】
…
Xu Yueliang’s cheeks burned as she waved her hands. “We still need to hear it from Mumu herself! Mumu—are you still there?”
The barrage lit up:
【Host’s service game is on point.】
【My daughter has top-tier professionalism.】
【Why can’t I be Mumu?】
【Why can’t I be Mumu?】
【Changing my username to Mumu right now.】
…
Lin Qimian smiled and typed: 【Here. Satisfied.】
Xu Yueliang let out a long sigh of relief. “As long as you’re happy~~”
The comments exploded again:
【Jealous of Mumu】
【Jealous of Mumu】
【Jealous of Mumu】
…
Xu Yueliang’s lips curved upward. Ignoring the spam, she pressed on with her stream.
Lin Qimian leaned back in her chair, quietly savoring the intoxicating rush of vanity—while a twinge of jealousy bubbled up, mirroring the screen full of envious comments.
Others envied her for getting that special reply from Xu Yueliang; she envied them for sharing Xu Yueliang’s time and cuteness with her.
Right now, Xu Yueliang was reading out the gift donor list, lighting up with delight at every single one.
Send enough gifts, and your name would echo from her lips over and over, commanding her attention again and again.
But Lin Qimian held back in the end.
She’d already tried that mistake with her z92565611 account and knew it only brought a fleeting, hollow thrill.
Exploiting the unique nature of Xu Yueliang’s job to buy moments with money? It was just a polished “product” she delivered with care.
Lin Qimian had never wanted some packaged commodity.
Still, she’d grown used to showering gifts from the “11” account, and Xu Yueliang looked so irresistibly adorable on screen. Keeping her twitchy fingers in check was a real struggle.
She hadn’t even finished watching the stream when her WeChat blew up with messages.
All from Huang Xiaoyi.
Huang Xiaoyi had sent a barrage of links—fresh recordings of tonight’s live stream, clipped from every angle.
The hottest one was an edit of the Cute Song performance.
The editor had dissected it with surgical precision, magnifying every radiant smile, every quirky move. Every blush, every shy moment was highlighted with cute little icons.
They’d even tacked on the clip of Xu Yueliang freezing up in the face of the frenzied barrage afterward.
After 【This is not a still image…】, the clip ended with Xu Yueliang bursting off-screen to chug water, punctuated by loud “gulp gulp” sound effects.
The flow was seamless, the theme sharp and vivid. It perfectly blended Xu Yueliang’s on-screen adorableness with her innate charm, putting her personal appeal on full display.
The video spread like wildfire online, with barely a negative comment in sight.
Huang Xiaoyi let out an excited “Aaaah!” before wrapping up her thoughts:
-【I think Moon’s about to blow up big time this round.】
-【A ton of fangirls have flooded her Live Streaming Room. The reach of these fan-made clips is insane.】
-【You know what organic hype is? They genuinely love Moon—not like those guys who pop in for a quick thrill and bounce. These girls edit videos, start accounts, run promos, hit the leaderboards, the works.】
-【Fans like that are dead serious, so Moon’s buzz is gonna stick around.】
-【Hey, sis, looks like you’re gonna have to fight a horde of girls for your little idol.】
-【Tch, competing with women for a woman… talk about mission impossible, harder than climbing to the heavens…】
Lin Qimian: “……”
Lin Qimian switched back to the Live Streaming Room. Xu Yueliang was dancing her hourly routine, and the chat had indeed cleaned up quite a bit compared to before.
Once the dance wrapped up, Xu Yueliang announced her updated streaming schedule. The responses in chat were split right down the middle.
The old fans mostly griped that it ended too early, robbing them of those late-night soul-stirring shows. The new fans, on the other hand, mostly praised it, saying the old hours were way too grueling and this was much better for her health.
Xu Yueliang fielded questions from the barrage, smoothly dodging anyone who just wanted to spew abuse.
The first half of the stream wrapped up. Next, she had two hours to rest before an internal Orange interview.
The screen went dark as Lin Qimian closed the Orange app. She meant to check out what Huang Xiaoyi had sent and dig into it a bit.
But a WeChat notification popped up from another account—the pinned “Jiaojiao.”
Xu Yueliang cheerfully reported her upcoming plans, then asked tentatively:
-【Doctor Lin, you watched my stream for so long today. Got anything to say?】
-【Like… any advice or suggestions? Was I too over-the-top or something?】
Lin Qimian had plenty she wanted to say, but some things she couldn’t, and others she hadn’t quite figured out yet.
So she stuck to the clear-cut part: 【Not over-the-top at all. No notes—you were great.】
Xu Yueliang’s typing indicator flickered on and off for a good while before a message finally dropped.
It was a voice note. Her voice came through soft and smiling: “Then how come you didn’t send me any gifts? Not even a free Little Heart~~~”
