Chapter 56 Part 1

Lin Qimian didn’t have any.

Lin Qimian had none left at all.

She hadn’t used the “Mumu” account much, and she’d already sent every Little Heart in there to Xu Yueliang.

The “z92565611” account had plenty, but those hearts couldn’t be bought or transferred between accounts. Even if she had them, she couldn’t pull them out to use.

Huang Xiaoyi was over the moon, laughing her heart out at Lin Qimian as if she’d never get another chance in her life.

Lin Qimian let her have her fun. She picked up her teacup for a sip, then nestled deeper into the sofa, watching the projected screen in silence.

Xu Yueliang was just as stunned.

She’d been trying to read through the thank-you list, but no sooner had she started one than another popped up. Her words tumbled into chaos—stuttering and stumbling until she became a perfect silly little moon.

The live streaming room audience ate it up:

【My daughter’s being dumb again. She looks like a lightning bolt when she’s all spaced out, hahaha】

【Bet you didn’t see that coming, kiddo. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more surprises ahead】

【Little Hearts incoming for my wife! Invincible Little Heart strike!!!】

【Does Orange have a Heart List?】

【Think it’s called Streamer Recommendation Heat Value, but Moon’s already top of the district anyway】

【Our Moon’s gunning for server-wide first!!!】

【Got the perfect edit in mind for today’s clip】

【Clipper Lady in front, charge!!!】

…

The frenzy went on for a solid five or six minutes before finally settling down.

Everyone was running low on Little Hearts, and the barrage slowed to a crawl.

Xu Yueliang took a deep breath. She dragged her mouse around, doing her best to read out the usernames and thank the fans while fielding their questions.

“I was seriously freaked out!”

“You guys sent so many, my screen was glitching out, jumping all over the place~~”

“I love it, love it, love it so much. I just don’t get it—where did you all find so many Little Hearts?”

Lin Qimian was just as baffled. She sat up straight, eyes glued to the barrage.

But the responses came back in perfect sync:

【Secret】

【Secret】

【Secret】

…

Lin Qimian: “…”

Xu Yueliang: “Aw, not even gonna tell me~~”

Barrage:

【What does Moon want? Moon says, I’m your Doraemon】

【What does Moon want? Moon says, I’m your Moonlight Treasure Box】

【What does Moon want? Moon says, I’m your infinite Primogems】

…

Xu Yueliang’s cheeks flushed pink. She covered her face for a long moment before peeking out with sparkling eyes. “I want everyone watching my stream to feel happy. That’s all I need~~~”

Barrage:

【Happy】

【Happy】

【Happier than happy】

【Moon, what shade is that lipstick? That pink is gorgeous!】

Xu Yueliang hurriedly pointed to her lips. “It’s KK House’s 053. Gotta prime your lips first or the color won’t come out this soft~~”

“But I’d say go easy on it. My streams have heavy camera filters that eat up color, so it works fine here. In real life, go too light and it looks like nothing’s on; too heavy and you end up with death Barbie pink~~”

“Compared to that, their 3xx shades are way more wearable. Give ’em a try~~”

She rattled off her advice, then suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth. “Ah, I’m not shilling or anything! I’m just a dance streamer answering a question—Super Mods, no ban please~~”

The barrage exploded with laughter:

【Daughter’s scared of everything】

【If she gets banned for mentioning lipstick, it’d be Little Moon’s first】

【Solid advice from Moon】

【Taobao’s open already】

【Been meaning to ask since yesterday: how do you get your lashes that perfect sunflower fan? And they don’t smudge after hours of makeup!!!】

Xu Yueliang slapped the table. “Oh, the lashes! I’ve tried everything, wasted so much time on dead ends!!!”

“Let me think… Here’s my summary. Rule one: lash shape is everything. No amount of mascara fixes bad shape if it smears anyway!!!”

“So first, figure out your natural lash curl. Mine are straight as boards…”

Xu Yueliang dove into her tutorial. She broke one small tip into three main points, each exploding into five or six sub-tips.

She really knew her stuff. Over the years, she’d gone from clueless model to pro streamer, mastering a full on-camera look in under an hour. It had taken serious effort.

She was truly willing to share everything. In the past, her live streaming room had been packed with guys, none of whom ever noticed the shade of lipstick she wore or the style of makeup she had on. Xu Yueliang’s streams, day after day, had revolved around nothing but thinking up ways to amuse her fans and performing sexy, teasing dances.

Now, a huge wave of girls had flooded into her live streaming room. Girls noticed so much more—they swooned over her dances, hung on her every word, scrutinized every expression that crossed her face, and geeked out over every detail of her makeup and outfits.

Xu Yueliang suddenly had so much more to chat about with her audience, and it was all stuff that could actually help them out. She was over the moon about it.

Her once-dull job had gained a fresh new direction, igniting all sorts of exciting expectations.

It made her entire life feel vibrant and alive.

The whole afternoon stream flew by as Xu Yueliang chattered on about beauty tips, skincare routines, outfit ideas, and more, punctuated by a few dances on the hour.

When viewers showered her with lavish gifts, she expressed her thanks and asked what they wanted in return. But they all just urged her to keep talking—a simple show of appreciation for the host sharing her knowledge.

The boldest requests were nothing more than having her read out a username, call them “wife,” and blow a heart.

Back in her old streaming days, Xu Yueliang had never called anyone “hubby,” but now “wife” slipped off her tongue effortlessly.

It just felt right in her heart, easy to say, and she loved spoiling these little sisters who tuned in to watch her.

When it was time for a break, she waved goodbye to everyone, feeling a touch reluctant.

The live streaming room went dark. Huang Xiaoyi clutched her tablet and showed it to Lin Qimian. “Moon is seriously pulling in the fans, and these fans are powerhouse promoters. They edit videos and screenshot pics, and just like that—boom, a fresh surge of buzz.

“They genuinely adore Moon, going out of their way to hype her up everywhere. Check out this editor on Weibo. She’s got millions of followers herself, built up from stanning all sorts of idols back in the day. She pulled an all-nighter cutting together a dance compilation for Moon. That kind of passion, that devotion—it’s worth more than buying off a hundred marketing accounts.

“The marketing accounts aren’t sitting idle either; they’ve got their KPIs to hit. The Face-Stan Bots I keep tabs on have all posted about Moon. Her looks are straight fire—nothing hooks people like a gorgeous girl…

Huang Xiaoyi let out a long sigh, then dramatically swiped to another page on the tablet for Lin Qimian and tapped it. “Wanna know where all those hearts came from? Last night, someone rallied a group buy—nothing but hearts, no frills.

“All to surprise Moon when she went live the next day and put a smile on her face.

“You versus that mob? No contest.”

“But it’s wonderful,” Huang Xiaoyi said, hugging the tablet to her chest like a cherished teddy bear. “Our Little Moon has a whole army spoiling her now. Little Moon deserves every bit of it.”

Lin Qimian: “Mm.”

Huang Xiaoyi: “!!!!!”

Huang Xiaoyi: “How are you not furious? How are you not blowing up? Why aren’t you grabbing the phone, telling Orange Live to kiss it goodbye, logging on tonight, and spamming nineteen thousand nine hundred ninety-nine little! Hearts! Hearts!!!”

Lin Qimian: “…”

Lin Qimian: “I’m happy that Moon has so many people who like her.”

Huang Xiaoyi scooted right up to her face. “Is that your happy face? Your expression’s frozen solid like the eight-hundred-meter-thick ice lake back home in winter. You call that happy?”

“It is.” Lin Qimian paused. “I’m happy… but a little worried too.”

Huang Xiaoyi: “Worried about what?”

Lin Qimian: “Fame cuts both ways—it’s a double-edged sword.”

Huang Xiaoyi mulled it over, then sighed. “But in the influencer world, doesn’t everyone dream of that blade slicing their way?”

Lin Qimian smiled but said nothing.

Boosted by all the fan promotion, that evening’s stream saw another influx of female fans, all showing up for “Little Moon’s Beauty Class.”

They were sweet as honey, masters at flattery, with voices soft as silk—and plenty called Xu Yueliang “Moon Sister.” Her heart turned to mush; whatever the fans asked, she answered without holding back, spilling every secret she knew.

As the night wore on, though, many of the longtime male fans started grumbling.

They had zero interest in the host droning on about makeup and clothes. It felt like enduring an endless lecture in a language they couldn’t grasp—pure aggravation.

All they wanted was Xu Yueliang playing coy on camera, acting cute and bubbly, shaking it in a sexy dance so they could unwind and indulge.

【Enough yapping for today, right? Can you girls just chill out already?】

【This is the Dance District, Dance District, got it? Beauty vloggers are a dime a dozen—head left for the exit, thanks.】

【Dance time? Dance time? DANCE TIME?】

【No outfit change today, host? That getup covers everything but your face—not even a tease.】

【Talking about clothes gets me all fired up. Yesterday’s outfit was the same—covered up tight as hell, and the super mod doesn’t live in the streaming room anyway.】

【Enough already. Don’t you guys think her dancing just doesn’t have that spark it used to?】

【Fuck, are all her future streams gonna be this crap? She’s droning on so much my ears have grown calluses. What a wasteful bitch.】

【Streamer, you’d better remember who’s shelling out the cash for you, who’s keeping your ass afloat.】

【She doesn’t want gifts. She prefers those free Little Hearts~~】

…

Once the hate started rolling in, it snowballed fast.

Xu Yueliang’s female fans weren’t having it, and things were about to devolve into a full-on bullet-comment war.

Xu Yueliang jumped in quick to shut it down. “Sorry, sorry, everyone! No fighting, please~~”

“It was my bad. I got so caught up sharing that I lost track of time…”

“I’ll still do a dance segment right on schedule, and the late-night fan service is happening as usual~”

“I just wanted to show you all a different style with this outfit. I think… I think it looks pretty good…”

Her voice trailed off softer and softer. She glanced down at her clothes, gently lifting the hem of her skirt in a cute curtsy.

“I love sharing my life with you guys. If anything I say helps you out, that makes me so happy~”

“It’s all the same to me~ I want everyone who tunes into my streams to have fun—no fighting over me, no getting mad on my account. It’s not worth it!”