After the Good Boy’s Facade Failed, He Was Doted on by His Daddy - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Live Stream

Twelve o’clock noon. The blazing sun was at its peak, but the heavy blackout curtains kept the sunlight sealed outside.

In the stuffy room, the person sleeping with a furrowed brow was woken up by an alarm.

Ning Sang’s long, straight eyelashes drooped. His hand fumbled around beside him for a couple of seconds before turning off the alarm clock.

After a quiet five minutes, he barely managed to boot up successfully and sat up from the bed.

A head of smooth, pale blonde hair had been tossed into a messy state from his sleep, with a few strands sticking up.

With the arrival of a new day, Ning Sang harbored no gratitude or anticipation. He heavily pounded the mattress a few times, venting his dissatisfaction, before stepping into his slippers and heading toward the bathroom.

After a simple wash, Ning Sang faced the mirror and began to manage his hair.

His streaming hours were originally at night, but the platform had a special event this month: if a stream met a certain duration, it could gain extra exposure next month.

For a casual-chat streamer, the afternoon brought neither money nor more money, and it even hacked away at sleep time.

To speak from the heart, Ning Sang did not want to stream.

He looked at himself in the mirror; his skin was white, his facial features standard, and his pair of eyes was born especially beautiful. Even without makeup, he looked good on camera.

His personality wasn’t considered interesting; relying purely on his face, he couldn’t attract too many viewers at this stage.

Double exposure—if he could work hard to earn a bit more money, would it be possible to…

Ning Sang did not like his current life; he only wanted to end it quickly, and the only method to end it was to earn a massive amount of money within a short timeframe.

Abandonding a normal job after graduation to live stream was also because of this.

His hair was quickly combed smooth. Ning Sang skillfully picked out a few strands of blonde hair from behind his ear and braided a three-strand plait.

In order to make his streaming image distinctive, he had dyed his neck-length hair platinum blonde, with a light blue gradient at the hair ends.

Aside from this, he would wear colored contact lenses during streams to attract the live chat into asking him boring questions like “Are your eyes natural?” and then retain the new viewers.

The effect was quite good.

With his face sorted out, Ning Sang went to change his clothes with a face full of irritation.

He had just pulled the oversized T-shirt halfway off his body when his phone ringtone went off like a death-knell summons.

There were very few people who would call Ning Sang. After being stuck in the middle of changing clothes for five seconds, he still decided to answer it on speakerphone.

“Mengmeng,” a soft male voice came through.

“Don’t. Call me. That.” Ning Sang tossed the T-shirt onto the bed, picking up a water-blue sportswear set to pull over his body.

In the scorching month of August, wearing long sleeves inside a room without air conditioning was too hot. After a thought, Ning Sang went to switch on the air conditioning anyway.

He would stream a bit longer today to earn back the air conditioning fee.

“Everyone in your stream room calls you that, you know. You can’t discriminate against me,” Cen Wei said on the other end of the phone.

Ning Sang’s very first ID was a lemon emoji. Later on, for the convenience of searching, he changed it to “Sea Salt Lemon.” Combined with his head of blonde hair, the lemon image became deeply rooted in people’s minds, and the viewers subsequently gave him the nickname “Mengmeng.”

Ning Sang himself was extremely resistant to this nickname, but he possessed no way to reject or show disdain.

His persona in the stream room was that of an obedient, compliant, eighteen-year-old pure and innocent little brother.

He couldn’t lose his temper at the viewers, but toward Cen Wei, Ning Sang didn’t need to be polite: “If you call me that again, I will post your unedited photos on the internet.”

Cen Wei let out a sigh: “You say you possess such a cute face, yet the words that come out of your mouth aren’t cute at all.”

Ning Sang was twenty-one years old this year. In the first twenty-one years of his life, he hated it most when people said he was cute.

Pulling the zipper straight up, Ning Sang took over that small white apron. While slipping it onto his body, he launched an attack at Cen Wei: “Shut up.”

Evidently, Cen Wei wasn’t frightened by him at all, continuing to speak of business in his slow, unhurried tone: “Are you going to stream this afternoon?”

“Mmh,” Ning Sang dressed completely, tugging at the excessively short shorts underneath.

This outfit was actually paired for him by Cen Wei, who said it suited him well.

In Ning Sang’s view, wearing it like this was truly a bit neither-fish-nor-fowl. Although the streaming camera wouldn’t film down to his thighs, Ning Sang had looked in the mirror. With this pair of loose yet short pants, the moment he made a few movements, the root of his thighs could be seen.

“That’s true, this reward is quite good,” Cen Wei said, “But this way, your daily sleep time won’t even reach five hours, right?”

Aside from the afternoon and evening live streams, after ending the stream, Ning Sang still needed to chat a few words with the bosses who gave tips, as well as cut videos to post on the platform. Adding it up, there was basically no sleep time.

Fortunately, Ning Sang had always failed to cherish his own body; if sleep was insufficient, then let it be insufficient, what was more important than money?

“You look so beautiful. If you took the right path, you clearly wouldn’t have to work so hard,” Cen Wei murmured in a low voice.

These words had already been spoken to Ning Sang when they first got to know each other.

At that time, Ning Sang, who still had black hair, sat opposite him, his white face lacking any blood color.

Half of his face was obscured by black round-framed glasses, and the eyes beneath the glasses lacked focus. When Cen Wei said a sentence, it took him half a minute to react.

Regarding the advice given by Cen Wei to earn quick money, Ning Sang pondered for a full five minutes, and finally told him:

“I am short on money, but I possess a bottom line.”

Ending the recollection, Cen Wei thought of Ning Sang, whose appearance looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, and his heart softened again.

He didn’t really think of dragging Ning Sang to do illegal hooks and lines; it was just that pleasing big bosses and older sisters would bring in more money than Ning Sang’s current streaming style anyway.

According to what he knew, Ning Sang currently only possessed one particularly wealthy big boss, and that party didn’t even come to every single live stream.

“Do you still have anything else? If not, I’m hanging up,” Ning Sang sat in front of the computer holding his phone, beginning to adjust the equipment.

“Remember to click on the registration before starting the stream. I see it’s still not showing as registered on your end.” Cen Wei was indeed coming to remind him out of good intentions.

“Got it, thank you,” Ning Sang said coldly. Before hanging up, he paused, adding a sentence, “Also, even if only one person remains in the stream room tomorrow, I will not go edge-walking!”

Cen Wei on the other end looked at the ended call, dazing for a few seconds, murmuring: “I didn’t ask you to go edge-walking either…”

Before starting the stream, Ning Sang cooked himself a bowl of triple-spicy fire chicken noodles, reading backend messages while eating.

After replying to over a dozen bosses who had tipped him in succession, Ning Sang left the final red dot hanging to one side, drawing out a tissue paper to wipe his tears.

He wasn’t quite able to eat spicy food. Every time after eating spicy stuff, not only was his mouth bright red, but his cheeks also seemed to burn up, and the depths of his eyes were even more filled with rippling light. Anyone who didn’t know looking over would definitely think he had been bullied.

Under the torment and pleasure of the fire chicken noodles, Ning Sang’s mood turned a bit better. He took a deep breath, clicking open the message from 0920.

0920 was, up until now, the most generous boss in his stream room.

The gender shown on the personal profile was male, and the streaming backend could see the city he was in. This boss, whose tips started at four digits, seemed to frequently go on business trips to various places.

Ning Sang looked at that default avatar; the character portrait within his heart for him was an uncle of at least forty years old or above.

Thinking was one thing, but inside the chatbox, Ning Sang still very sweetly called the other party big brother.

0920: Didn’t get out of bed again this morning?

Sea Salt Lemon: Slept past the time~ Brother, you woke up so early?

Ning Sang replied to that message sent at seven in the morning, getting up to wash the bowl.

This boss of his was a busy person; he demanded that he sleep early and wake up early, implement three meals a day into place, and even report in, yet he himself would never reply in seconds.

“Truly treating himself as my dad.” Ning Sang took advantage of having no microphone or camera, voicing his mockery toward the air.

Today “0920” might be relatively free. When Ning Sang returned to the computer, he had already replied to the message.

0920: What did you eat for lunch?

Ning Sang had long been prepared for this question, sending over a healthy home-cooked dish that he had saved in his phone ahead of time, attaching a smiling face emoji.

Sea Salt Lemon: Right, I’m going to stream this afternoon, is brother coming to watch~

0920: Mmh, streaming in the afternoon is good too, sleep earlier tonight.

Sea Salt Lemon: Brother, you misunderstood~ I’m streaming at night too, I’m very professional!

After replying, Ning Sang turned on the camera, lifting the corners of his mouth to practice the arc of a smile, clicking to start the stream.

At this afternoon time point, there were indeed not many people, only a sprinkling of a few old viewers entering.

Ning Sang greeted them one by one.

Really Done Eating: Mengmeng is starting the stream so early today?

This was an older sister who was at work, presumably her lunch break hadn’t ended yet.

Ning Sang propped his elbows on the desktop, resting his head onto the back of his hand, smiling sweetly toward the camera: “My streaming duration will double this month, you know. I can have more time to accompany everyone.”

Really Done Eating: Resting well is most important, Mengmeng has worked hard.

[Really Done Eating tipped Cream Cake ×3]

One cream cake was one hundred yuan. After the platform deducted half, what arrived in Ning Sang’s hands was fifty yuan.

“Thank you for older sister’s cakes,” Ning Sang thanked obediently. He blinked his eyes, sitting up straight, “Older sister spent too much.”

[0920 tipped Starlight ×3]

Special effects of stars flashing one by one within a pitch-black night sky appeared on the screen. Ning Sang’s eyes also followed along to light up a bit: “Thank you, brother!”

One starlight was worth a full one thousand yuan!

Ning Sang’s resentment had already been swept clean away. He habitually used his index finger to flick that three-strand braid behind his ear, smiling shyly toward the camera.

Ning Sang would look in the mirror and knew how he looked best when smiling. As expected, with this smile of his, he retained quite a few passersby.

The viewers grew more numerous, and Ning Sang started his proper trade, hanging up the stream room’s question box.

Viewers could spend five yuan to purchase one qualification to ask a question. Of course, how to make the viewers tip larger-amount gifts after listening to the answer depended on the streamer’s own capability.

“You cannot ask private questions. You can consult me regarding recent worries.” While speaking, Ning Sang didn’t forget to glance at the backend.

“0920” was still there; he never used the question function, nor did he speak much in the stream room, only tipping at certain moments.

Ning Sang temporarily hadn’t grasped the pattern of his tipping yet.

The question box quickly accumulated five questions. Ning Sang opened the first one.

“The actor I like officially announced his marriage, what should I do if I can’t adjust my feelings?”

This was a new viewer. Ning Sang froze for a moment when he saw this question, almost subconsciously taking out his phone to see which actor had gotten married.

It couldn’t be Xu Xiao, right?

Ning Sang looked toward the live chat, intending to wait until someone posted the actor’s name before softly reminding them not to mention other people in the stream room.

Regrettably, the afternoon viewers were not many, and everyone happened to be relatively well-mannered; Ning Sang did not manage to wait for an answer.

He looked at the camera, words of comfort coming from his mouth, yet his thoughts were drifting wildly.

If it truly were Xu Xiao getting married…

On what basis?

On what basis did he get to live so well?

Ning Sang imagined the appearance of Xu Xiao happily stepping into the marriage palace, almost failing to control his breathing frequency.

His hand pinched his own thigh beneath the table, pinching the soft flesh there until red marks appeared before his breathing turned slightly smoother.

His comforting level might indeed not be considered good. The viewer left halfway through listening.

Ning Sang pretended not to know, bringing a good ending to his comfort, and then went to look at the next question.

Before clicking it open, he noticed a new question added to the question box a few seconds ago.

From user 0920:

“Do you have an actor you like?”

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