After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 7

After sending the voice message, An Yu waited for a while. When Lin Duxi didn’t respond, she felt puzzled.

This shouldn’t be happening. After hearing a blank voice message, Lin Duxi should have quickly sent a message back, scolding her. Why hadn’t she? An Yu thought it over but couldn’t figure it out. She opened the voice message again and didn’t notice anything unusual.

The scenario she had expected didn’t happen, leaving her confused. After some thought, she sent a text.

“Anything else?”

The screen showed “typing…” then disappeared, only to reappear repeatedly. Eventually, An Yu received a very ordinary reply.

“No, nothing. Bye, An Yu.”

She didn’t even feel like saying “bye-bye.”

An Yu put down her phone, still unsure what Lin Duxi was up to. At that moment, footsteps echoed from the living room.

“Miss An, all the things are packed. Please check if anything is left behind,” a mover in a blue uniform and cap said, wiping sweat from his forehead.

An Yu got up and handed him a bottle of water. “Thank you for your hard work.”

The mover accepted it, scratching his head shyly. “It’s our duty.”

An Yu stepped into the living room. Compared to before, the space felt especially empty. Several large boxes were in the center, with the movers carefully placing things inside.

“Everything’s here. Is there anything else?”

An Yu walked around the house and noticed an abandoned box in the corner of the study. The corner felt cold and damp, the box covered in dust, with only some discarded sketches inside. She didn’t remember these sketches at all.

“These papers are already used; we can leave them here,” the mover said, about to pick up the box.

“No need. They’re just drafts. Just take the living room stuff,” An Yu said, brushing off the dust and glancing at the sketches before leaving.

The movers carried boxes back and forth, and soon the house was empty. An Yu double-checked to ensure nothing was left behind, but her gaze still drifted to the corner with the abandoned box.

In the end, she didn’t take it. She wasn’t sentimental; if something was forgotten, it didn’t need to exist anymore.

As she reached the door, preparing to close it, the sound of a door opening came from behind.

“An Yu, have you moved?” the neighbor aunt peeked in. Seeing An Yu, she opened the door fully, relieved. Beside her stood a tall, slender man, who shyly lowered his head when he saw An Yu.

“I wondered why it’s been so noisy. Did you move in because you found a boyfriend?” she asked teasingly.

An Yu furrowed her brow slightly. “No.”

Hearing this, the aunt relaxed. “That’s good. But it’s tough for a girl to live alone in the city. You’ve lived here so long, I’ll give you my son’s number. He’s kind. If you need anything, just call him. Quick, son, go.”

The man stepped forward, but An Yu decisively declined.

“No need, thank you for your kindness. I’ll go now,” she said, heading downstairs without looking back. The aunt lamented behind her.

“Ah, such a pretty girl, yet so cold and distant. You’ve lived here so long. Son, why are you so useless!”

The variety show “Hello, Friend” combined multiple genres and boldly implemented a live broadcast format. Each episode lasted three days and two nights. Aside from sleeping and other necessary activities, everything was live-streamed without any subjective interference, entirely guided by viewers’ preferences. Perhaps because of a hidden system pushing its popularity, the show remained trending and seemed poised to become a hit.

Due to its bold approach and high attention, Qiao Qingzhou, who was used to producing flop variety shows, was slightly worried. She decided to run a pilot live stream to test the waters.

The pilot stream focused on the preparation of six guests and casual questions, allowing the audience to get familiar with them.

The comments largely centered on Lin Duxi and Pei Lu. There was some discussion about An Yu, but it was minimal. An Yu didn’t mind; she was busy moving.

She had lived in her previous apartment for four years. Though her belongings didn’t seem many, arranging them still took time. After several days of effort, she unpacked her boxes, and her room instantly felt lively. This sense of comfort made her feel at home, even though she rarely cooked; her kitchen was still fully equipped.

She collapsed onto the sofa, sinking into it, enjoying the comfort and finally feeling a bit of a homey atmosphere.

It was still early, so she gathered her trash in a large bag to take out and planned to check the nearby supermarket. According to Ning Xuan, she needed to buy supplies before the production crew arrived the next day. She glanced at the tightly closed door of her next-door neighbor’s apartment as she left.

She hadn’t seen anyone there in the past few days, so the information from the agency seemed accurate.

Downstairs, she noticed a silver sedan parked, seemingly waiting for someone.

She bought groceries and seasonings. The show required the guests to demonstrate cooking skills. Fortunately, An Yu had some cooking ability, so she wouldn’t be particularly embarrassed in front of the crew.

An Yu was the third guest to go live. The first two were a rising campus drama actress and a singer, both with decent fan bases. Their streams weren’t particularly empty.

But An Yu was different. Although she played a supporting role in a yet-to-be-released but already popular drama, few knew her. Her Weibo had only tens of thousands of followers, most of them purchased “zombie” fans. Comments on her official profile were mostly things like: “Who is this person? So pretty!” or “I can’t believe I just discovered her!”

Thus, the staff didn’t pay much attention, hoping to finish filming quickly. Even the interviewer for An Yu was a newcomer.

At 10 a.m., An Yu, dressed neatly, waited downstairs. When the staff arrived, she greeted them politely.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Teacher An. Please say hi to the viewers.” The staff raised the equipment for streaming.

An Yu smiled, waved at the screen, and led the staff upstairs. On her floor, she noticed the silver sedan still parked below.

[No one’s here? Did they come early? Looks like this livestream is all mine!]

[Randomly popping in. Who’s this lady? So pretty. Why are there so few people in the stream?]

[Only a few viewers? I’ve hit the jackpot! So gorgeous, and she’s smiling at me. Where’s her fan club? I’m going in!]

[I checked. Such a beautiful girl with so few fans! I’m officially a fan now, hehe.]

Five minutes into the live stream, the viewers were still under a thousand, stagnating. The staff sighed, anticipating a dull ending.

An Yu didn’t notice. Following the procedure, she led the crew into her home. “The house may be a bit messy because of moving. Please excuse it.”

[No worries. Just tell us, Cook Bo.]

The crew entered, panned across the room. It wasn’t messy, just somewhat sparse. The corners still had some kitchen furniture.

An Yu gestured. “These are the tools we’ll use for cooking today. I haven’t unpacked them yet due to time constraints.”

The staff focused on a suitcase in the corner, cueing the next step.

“Teacher An, is this your luggage for the shoot?”

An Yu nodded.

“Can we open it for the viewers?”

“Of course.” She brought it forward and carefully opened it. She hadn’t packed anything private inside.

“Here are clothes and some cosmetics. These are things I might need for the show.”

“Teacher An prepared everything so well. Can you introduce them?”

“Sure. Here are medicines for dizziness and fever, and here are remedies for insect bites.”

[Wow, so thoughtful. With Teacher An here, no one will get sick!]

[Her voice is so soft. She gives off a cold vibe that makes you want to get closer despite the rejection.]

An Yu froze for a moment. “Thank you for the compliment, though it feels a bit off.”

She continued introducing the suitcase’s contents.

“Here we also have some…”

“Knock knock—” A sudden knock interrupted her. Everyone turned, curious. The staff asked, “Did you invite someone, Teacher An?”

[Someone’s here?]

An Yu frowned. She hadn’t invited anyone. Who could it be? She walked toward the door under the camera, explaining, “Probably a neighbor.”

She turned the handle. The door opened inward. She froze, furrowing her brow in surprise.

Due to the camera angle, neither the staff nor the viewers saw who it was—only An Yu’s profile. The staff stepped forward to see clearly and also froze. The live chat stopped as viewers were shocked.

“An Yu!” Lin Duxi’s surprised voice finally broke the silence. She moved slightly forward, reaching to hug An Yu’s arm, but noticing the crew, she paused and grabbed her sleeve instead.

“So, the new neighbor is you,” she said with joy, her eyes sparkling.

An Yu responded, gently pulling her sleeve free. “Yes, I didn’t expect the neighbor to be you either.”

Lin Duxi felt a bit disappointed, her brows slightly drooping.

[OMG]
[Lin Duxi! Did I hear that right? Neighbor?]
[Lin Duxi is An Yu’s neighbor!]
[Do they know each other?]
[Long-time fan here. Apart from a previous drama visit, they basically never interacted.]
[Staff, let her in! This traffic is too good to miss!]
[Support!]

The staff hadn’t expected Lin Duxi to appear. From their tone, it was clear they already knew each other. Seeing the rapidly growing viewers and excited comments, he nervously approached.

Lin Duxi glanced around and understood the situation. “You’re live-streaming? Should I leave?”

“No! Lin Laoshi, viewers really want you to stay. You’re on the same show; you’ll have plenty of interactions. Please stay,” he said, unwilling to miss this opportunity.

“That’s okay,” Lin Duxi said, looking at An Yu. An Yu shrugged, letting her in. Her brows finally lifted into a smile.

With Lin Duxi joining, the viewer count skyrocketed, mostly her fans, with some curious passersby.

[Do they know each other? Why are they streaming together?]
[One beauty is already a treat; now two together—finally my eyes are satisfied.]
[Anyone else shipping them?]
[Girls’ friendship is wonderful. Just watching them, you feel calm and happy.]

Unaware of the viewers’ biased comments, An Yu sighed, seeing Lin Duxi and the energetic staff.

She closed the suitcase and looked at the staff, who were focused on filming her and Lin Duxi. An Yu had no choice but to cue the next step.

“It’s already noon. I’ll unpack the furniture and start making the cake.”

“Cake? Then why not have Lin Laoshi as your assistant?”

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