For the next few days,
whenever Jiang Liuyue went live, Zhou Che would be there watching on time.
And at the slightest provocation, he would gift the "Dragon Rider" present.
The little fans in the livestream room joked, "Young Master Night, you're a dragon keeper."
He replied humorously as well.
[Weimianye: I don't raise dragons, I'm just a dragon porter, mainly to give them to Yueyue.]
The little fans all gushed in response.
"So sweet, so sweet."
"Young Master Night is calling her Yueyue now, I'm crying from the sweetness."
Jiang Liuyue pretended not to see these teases.
In private, on WeChat, she also maintained a friendly but not too close distance with Zhou Che.
Just like ordinary good friends.
She had understood her target from the very beginning; Zhou Che was merely a means for her to get closer to Yaochuan.
...
That day,
Zhou Che was just about to enter the livestream as usual when a phone call interrupted him.
He didn't want to answer at first.
But the caller ID showed Huo Yaochuan.
After all, he hadn't been calling him "brother" for nothing; he truly considered the other his good friend.
So he answered.
From the other end of the line came Huo Yaochuan's drunken voice.
"Che, free tonight? Come pick me up."
"Bro, you're that drunk?"
Huo Yaochuan gave a brief explanation.
There was a business dinner that night.
The client on the other side insisted on drinking to their heart's content; sometimes it's unavoidable to secure a contract.
Huo Yaochuan had a good alcohol tolerance. After his assistant passed out, he managed to drink the other party under the table.
But he himself was also completely drunk.
So he called his good friend.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
Zhou Che first sent Jiang Liuyue an apologetic message, saying he had something on tonight and probably couldn't make it.
After seeing her reply "it's okay," he grabbed a jacket and rushed downstairs.
Fifteen minutes later,
he stuffed the drunken Huo Yaochuan into the passenger seat at the restaurant entrance.
Though described as drunken, his sharp eyes were still clear, just his walking was a bit unsteady.
"Stinks, I just washed the car."
As soon as they got in the car, Zhou Che couldn't help but complain.
Huo Yaochuan curved his lips, glanced sideways at him, and scoffed,
"I'll buy you a car wash and gift it to you tomorrow, how about that?"
Zhou Che hurriedly waved his hands in a playful manner.
"No, no, no, brother, that's too much."
He also knew Huo Yaochuan was proud, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to start his own business.
And buying a car wash was exactly the kind of thing he would do.
Halfway through the drive,
Huo Yaochuan's phone rang.
Coincidentally, they were at a red light. Watching him search all over, Zhou Che spotted it in the left outer pocket of his jacket and pointed.
Huo Yaochuan, with the alcohol hitting him now, saw Zhou Che split into two, three, four figures before his eyes.
A trace of weariness showed on his face.
He took out the phone, nearly dropping it.
"Answer it for me," he said.
"Fine! Brother, I'm just destined to be your workhorse."
Although Zhou Che grumbled, he obediently pressed the answer button.
It was a WeChat call from "Full Moon Crescent."
"Hello, Sister Wanwan."
There was a pause on the other end, then she said,
"It's Weimian. Are you with Yaochuan now?"
"He told me he had a business dinner tonight and might get drunk. I've been so worried."
Zhou Che nodded repeatedly, saying,
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. I've already picked him up. He's completely drunk, good thing I came."
"If some young girl on the road took a fancy to his looks, my brother's male virtue would be in jeopardy."
"Okay! Don't worry, I'll get him home safe. Yeah, bye."
After finishing the call, Zhou Che casually placed the phone in the center console tray,
mixing it up with his own phone.
He turned his head and relayed to Huo Yaochuan,
"Bro, it was Sister-in-law Wanwan."
"She was just worried about you. I already promised her I'd get you home."
"Ah, it feels nice to have someone care, huh."
After his ramble, he realized the other man was already resting his head against the window with one hand, eyelids lowered and closed, seemingly quite drunk.
He wasn't sure if he had heard any of it.
When the car stopped at the Huo residence,
Zhou Che was about to wake him up.
Unexpectedly, Huo Yaochuan slowly opened his eyes, looking much better.
He picked up a phone from the console tray and opened the car door.
Zhou Che also quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and went around to help him from the other side.
The old butler from the house had already stepped forward first to support him.
"Young Master Zhou, what happened to our young master?"
"Uncle Zhang, he was at a business dinner. His alcohol tolerance isn't great but he insisted on pushing it. Please help him inside."
"Alright, alright, alright."
Seeing him being helped away by the old butler, Zhou Che felt reassured and turned to get back in the car,
ready to head home.
...
"Young master, have some hangover soup." Uncle Zhang had the kitchen prepare it and brought it to his bedroom.
Huo Yaochuan took it and drank half the bowl slowly.
He rubbed his temples.
Only then did he feel like he was coming back to life, the drunkenness gradually receding.
He unlocked his phone.
He was just about to send a message to Wanwan, telling her not to worry.
Unexpectedly, entering the password showed an error.
His first thought was that he had pressed the wrong numbers.
He entered it again.
Still wrong.
Wait, the feel of this phone seemed a bit off.
By the time he realized something was wrong, he had entered the wrong password too many times, triggering a lockout.
And the lock screen photo was of a girl with a bright, radiant smile.
The background looked like it was taken at an amusement park.
"..."
Huo Yaochuan's first reaction was whether he was still too drunk.
Why would Zhou Che have a photo of Wanwan?
And why would he use Wanwan's photo as his wallpaper?
Before he could figure it out,
there was a knock at the door.
It was the old butler, Uncle Zhang's voice.
"Young master, Young Master Zhou came back just now. He said he took the wrong phone with you."
"Okay."
As soon as he responded,
the impatient Zhou Che pushed the door open and rushed in.
He moved absurdly fast, snatching the phone from his hand and shoving Huo Yaochuan's original phone back at him.
"If Sister-in-law Wanwan hadn't called again, I wouldn't have even known we swapped."
"Good thing I was only halfway home!"
Zhou Che patted his chest in great relief, then pursed his lips, with a hint of interrogation,
"Bro, you didn't take the chance to sneak a look at my phone, did you?"
Huo Yaochuan replied without thinking.
"Your phone has a password, how could I look?"
Right, he wanted to ask why Zhou Che had a photo of Wanwan.
It was so strange, or was it just an illusion from earlier?
Just as he was about to ask, Zhou Che had already very consciously waved his hand.
"It's late, I should head back too. Maybe I can still catch my favorite streamer before she goes offline."
Tch.
Watching the guy's hurried departing figure,
Huo Yaochuan shook his head helplessly.
It seemed the meeting in City S hadn't dampened his enthusiasm; instead, he was even more infatuated.
Actually, Huo Yaochuan didn't like watching livestreams; he always felt they were a waste of time and energy.
But tonight, having drunk, he suddenly felt a bit curious. Was it really that interesting?
As if guided by a ghost, he just opened a certain livestreaming app.
The first page pushed by the big data algorithm was — Jiang Liuyue's livestream room.
