Chapter 27 - The Neighborly Tutor Mom Who Hides Her Depths

Chapter 27: The Neighborly Tutor Mom Who Hides Her DepthsHappiness arrived too suddenly, catching Xin Chun Jiao off guard.

However, combining the message her “big brother” sent earlier on WeChat with his current actions, Xin Chun Jiao, though excited, quickly grasped his intentions. She calmed her racing thoughts, though her lips couldn’t suppress the delighted smile.

[“Friends, my apologies! Big brother just gifted me a private jet in the stream, so I have to keep my word. That means today’s stream ends here,”] she said, her voice light and cheerful.

[“Friends, see you in the next stream!”].

[“To all the newcomers who like the host, don’t forget to follow. That’s it for now. Ending the stream, bye!”].

[“Wow, she’s serious about ending the stream! Giving up all this traffic—is she crazy?”] someone commented.

[“Maybe the crazy one is you,”] another retorted. [“Which is more important, traffic or the big brother? Lose the traffic, and the big brother can bring it back. Lose the big brother, and it’s game over.”].

[“So frustrating! Another good cabbage taken by the rich. The host is ending the stream to hang out with him. Who knows how many poses she’ll have to strike tonight?”].

[“Ha, the ways of the rich… Forget it.”].

[“Stop sour-graping. If the big brother were still here, would you dare talk like this? Trash!”].

[“Are we about to have a fight? I’m excited! Let’s go; I’m ready for the drama.”].

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Meanwhile, Xin Chun Jiao, who had been stalling on ending the stream to gain more followers, noticed the escalating tension in the chat. Before the fight could erupt, she decisively hit the “end stream” button, cutting everyone off. The screen simply displayed a message: The live stream has ended.

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[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: Big brother, I’ve ended the stream as you asked. ’

[Wei Wu The Great]: Is this your personal WeChat?

[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: … Well, I do use this account regularly.

[Wei Wu The Great]: So, it’s not personal. But that’s fine. You said I could pick you up after the stream. Now that it’s over, how should I go about picking you up?

On the other end of the phone, Xin Chun Jiao curled up in her gaming chair, clutching her phone. Her delicate toes curled nervously as she read the message.

Her heart raced.

She wasn’t mentally prepared for that! The flirtatious words she’d said during the stream were just that—words. She hadn’t expected him to take it so seriously.

With this plan in mind, Xin Chun Jiao quickly typed a response:

[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: Big brother, which city are you in?

[Wei Wu The Great]: Why are you asking? Are you planning to say we’re not in the same city no matter where I am, so you can avoid meeting me?

Xin Chun Jiao’s face froze in embarrassment. Though her little scheme had been exposed, she refused to admit it.

[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: Big brother, how could you think of me like that? I’m not that kind of person! Poor me~ ’

[Wei Wu The Great]: Who knows? But if we can’t meet in person, shouldn’t you compensate me in some other way? ’

On the other end, Xin Chun Jiao softly huffed.

Although she was fully aware of his intentions, she knew how to handle him. With big brother, a little coaxing was necessary.

[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: Well, how would you like me to compensate you, big brother? How about I send you a few selfies? ’

Cao Shaoyang raised an eyebrow in amusement.

[Wei Wu The Great]: Selfies? Sure. Send a few over, and I’ll see if they’re satisfactory. If they please me, there will be a generous reward.

Xin Chun Jiao initially planned to send a few casual selfies, but when she saw the phrase  in his message, she reconsidered.

After carefully selecting from her gallery, she chose a few photos that she felt were just right—revealing enough to highlight her enticing figure without showing her full face. Then, she sent them to her big brother.

[MilkCow Doesn’t Drink Milk]: [Image], [Image], [Image]…

She sent five or six photos in total, then waited quietly for his response.

Cao Shaoyang opened the images one by one, examining them closely.  However, sending just these photos to satisfy him? That felt a bit naive.

[Wei Wu The Great]: Just this? No face reveal? These kinds of selfies are pretty dull. I could find similar ones—better dressed or less dressed, even more provocative poses—with a simple search at night. This isn’t enough to please me.

He smirked and typed again.

[Wei Wu The Great]: Think carefully. I’ll give you one more chance. If you can make me happy, I’ll send you a 1,000 yuan red envelope.