After the Good Boy’s Facade Failed, He Was Doted on by His Daddy - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Car Crash

Staring at that name, Ning Sang let out a sneer: “New drama?”

Xu Xiao was twenty-nine years old this year; among actors of the same age, he belonged to the kind whose career development was exceptionally good.

He debuted during university, and had only run small roles in a few low-budget movies before crossing paths with a benefactor. A burst-hit movie allowed him to take home an award, and from then on, his acting career had been smooth sailing.

Xu Xiao’s parents were the founders of a large conglomerate in this city. When he first became popular, quite a few people said he was relying on the blessing of a good family background; later on, Xu Xiao’s actual strength plugged up the mouths of this portion of people.

The various gossiping mouths plugged up did not include Ning Sang.

Looking this way and that, Ning Sang did not feel Xu Xiao’s acting skills were good anywhere; his looks were just like that too. What ‘most handsome actor of this century’—who knew whether his team bought trending searches for him to build that persona.

He didn’t really want to admit that during high school, he had hung a poster of Xu Xiao inside his room.

Who would like this person?

Ning Sang criticized thoroughly within his heart, while his finger honestly clicked open that push notification.

What played automatically after jumping over was a trailer. Ning Sang’s right hand reached over for the aluminum can on the table, opening it with one hand.

“Don’t even know how he picked up a drama at this age; he’s almost failing in that aspect yet he’s still acting,” he commented derisively.

At the same time, Xu Xiao looked at the tablet, which displayed a stream room that had a black screen but wasn’t closed.

The flow speed of the live chat was very fast, all brushing question marks.

The voice coming out from the tablet was very familiar, yet the tone was unfamiliar. Xu Xiao lowered his eyes, continuing to listen calmly.

Gummy Bear: “Mengmeng you forgot to end the stream!!”

Health Preservation Faction: “That just now was the sound of opening a beer, right”

Three Plus One Equals Five: “Streamers truly are all personas. The moment they’re off stream, their mouths are this dirty, tsk tsk tsk”

Really Done Eating: “Which aspect? Teacher, where did my child learn this kind of language??”

Passerby: “The new drama premiering today, seems like the only one… is that one Xu Xiao is acting in, right?”

Very quickly, the little streamer who forgot to turn off the microphone spoke a second sentence: “Actually daring to say he’s one meter ninety. I see he’s at most one meter seventy, wearing stilts every day and not even fearing spraining his ankles.”

Actors of one meter ninety were a minority. With him saying it like this, the scope became even smaller.

Very quickly, his own name along with the sound of a potato chip bag rang out together: “Xu Xiao? Isn’t it just because his surname is Xu that his life is this good?”

Xu Xiao did not get angry, nor did he immediately turn off the tablet. The corner of his mouth instead hooked up with a bit of an arc.

These attacks, which he had long been able to ignore with a peaceful mind, did not arouse half a bit of emotion in him; instead, the little streamer was somewhat interesting.

Beer and potato chips?

It seemed the milk just now wasn’t that he saw wrongly, but rather that he was indeed fake-drinking.

“Woo…” a whimper came from beside his foot. Xu Xiao lowered his head, exchanging looks with that curly-haired little dog.

This was a dog Tang Qinghao sent over to him upon hearing he was going on vacation.

A three-month-old Cavachon, a crossbreed of a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Bichon Frise. The fur was fluffy and curly; aside from the light yellow eye areas and drooping ears, the rest of the body parts were all white.

Like a small toy.

“Thought you were asleep?”

Xu Xiao considered himself as not quite liking small animals; pets possessed too many uncertainties, and furthermore, puppies would be even more disobedient to instructions.

But Tang Qinghao said he couldn’t raise it. Even if Xu Xiao didn’t want to raise it, he could help him raise it for a few months first, and he would fetch it away afterward.

The day Xu Xiao kept this dog and had his sleeve cuff bitten through by it happened by coincidence to be the day he brushed past “Sea Salt Lemon” on the live streaming platform.

The Little Lemon, who hadn’t been live streaming for very long, wasn’t very natural facing the camera, but a pair of eyes was very bright. Xu Xiao looked at him at that time, thinking that if he didn’t wear colored contact lenses, he would presumably look even better.

The live streaming platform was downloaded together when he originally bought the tablet, hidden inside a folder; Xu Xiao had never uninstalled it.

That day the tablet fell onto the carpet, the dog stepped across, using its meat pad to click open the software, and with a casual paw stepped open the newcomer recommendation page.

Little Lemon’s head of blonde hair was truly conspicuous; he drew very close to the screen, as if displaying his colored contact lenses.

When Xu Xiao returned to his senses, he had already clicked in.

The boy, who didn’t look very old, greeted him shyly: “Hello there… tourist big brother or older sister.”

Xu Xiao looked at the dog that was currently biting the carpet, and then looked at that round-eyed boy, thinking strangely:

The little dog at home isn’t obedient. Then if I raise an electronic little pet, will he be obedient?

Xu Xiao wasn’t some good person.

He harbored no interest toward the majority of things, living with not much flavor, so as long as certain thoughts appeared inside his brain, he would go do them.

Going to act back then was also like this.

The little streamer hadn’t realized yet that he hadn’t turned off the microphone, still muttering and speaking ill of him, while munching potato chips along the way.

Listening to his chip-crunching sounds, Xu Xiao’s brows knit slightly.

“Woo woo.” Failing to wait for the master’s concern, the dog impatiently stepped on the person a few times.

Xu Xiao scooped up the dog with one hand, taking his phone with the other hand to send a message to Tang Qinghao.

Streaming for this long for the first time, Ning Sang couldn’t resist clicking open Xu Xiao’s new drama to watch an episode anyway. After watching it, he was so sleepy his eyes couldn’t even stay open; turning off the computer, he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Getting up a bit earlier tomorrow to maintain the private messages should allow him to be forgiven.

Maybe that old antique would even see him getting up early and tip him a few more gifts.

Thinking in a daze, Ning Sang closed his eyes and slept over.

What woke him up wasn’t the familiar alarm clock, but the incoming call ringtone.

After changing his phone number, there were very few people who would call him, generally just Cen Wei.

But Ning Sang squinted his heavy eyelids, thinking he probably hadn’t slept for very long, and the one who would call him this early…

Ning Sang rubbed his temples and sat up, his eyes focusing for a good while before seeing the caller’s remark clearly.

He pressed to answer: “Uncle.”

“Little Ning ah,” the middle-aged man over there presumably smoked all year round, his voice very raspy, “Uncle is at the hospital, just chatted with the doctor.”

Ning Sang’s sleepiness had already vanished. He walked to the front of the window, pulling open the curtains.

The sunlight at eight in the morning was bright and beautiful. Ning Sang looked at that bird flying past his window, having a delusion of a lifetime ago.

After moving here, he had almost never pulled open the curtains.

“The situation… is it okay?” Ning Sang’s throat tightened; only after swallowing several times did he ask this sentence out fluently.

“Same old, no changes.” The man let out a sigh.

Ning Sang’s temples began to ache. He hurriedly interrupted the man’s words: “Uncle, I’ll transfer the money to you in a moment. I still have things to do, so I’ll hang up first.”

After the phone call was hung up, Ning Sang didn’t go look at those messy push notifications, directly transferring the money he withdrew from the streaming backend the day before yesterday into that account all in one breath.

After the money was transferred over, Ning Sang squatted down against the wall beneath the window, hugging his knees.

The phone dropped onto the ground, and he began to bite his nails neurotically.

Biting nails wasn’t a good habit. Ning Sang trimmed his nails very short and neat precisely to change this habit.

He still had to live stream. Places that appeared on camera couldn’t look bad.

Therefore, with this bite of Ning Sang’s, he could only bite into his own finger pad.

His skin easily left marks; the deep teeth marks bitten out might fail to completely dissipate even by the afternoon.

The phone buzzed and vibrated a few times beside him. Ning Sang sluggishly reached over to grab the phone.

The message topped at the very front was sent by Cen Wei.

“Call me when you wake up!!!!”

This was actually the first time Ning Sang saw Cen Wei send exclamation marks; he froze for a moment, a bad premonition suddenly arising within his heart.

His right thumb, don’t know whether from being bitten until numb, trembled slightly without stopping.

Ning Sang hardened his heart and unlocked the screen, first opening the chat interface with Cen Wei.

But during this process, the private message pop-up windows of the live streaming platform refreshed unceasingly, and the contents that entered his view weren’t very good-looking.

Ning Sang had never personally experienced this kind of battle array, but he knew that in all probability, he had been put on public display by people.

And the scope of dissemination was quite wide.

Did I say anything wrong during my stream recently?

Ning Sang recalled for a moment, failing to think of anything.

He had always been professional when streaming; the live chat had almost never even fought.

Then because of what could it be?

Could it be that someone went to dig up his background?

Ning Sang instantly felt a wave of panic. He no longer hesitated, scrolling up Cen Wei’s chat records.

“From where did this obscure streamer come, actually criticizing the Movie King too?”

His brain crashed for a few minutes. Ning Sang clicked open that link.

He didn’t know whether this result was better or worse than anticipated.

He didn’t turn off the microphone yesterday??

Ning Sang’s face, which originally lacked blood color in the early morning, instantly turned whiter by another degree.

He had a harmonious family since childhood and was good-looking. His life from childhood to adulthood could be counted as smooth sailing, which cultivated Ning Sang’s disposition to be willful yet fragile.

It was very hard for him to accept insults and malice.

Ning Sang thought of that sum of money transferred over just now, and then thought of his own balance. Lowering his eyelashes, he clicked open the link.

The avatar of the blogger who sent the link was Xu Xiao’s styling in the new drama, and the ID could be known to be related to Xu Xiao at a glance. It was a fan of Xu Xiao.

Aside from text, this Weibo post, which had a grand several thousand retweets, was also paired with a segment of black-screen video.

Despite having a premonition long ago, the moment he clicked open and heard his own voice, Ning Sang’s first reaction was still to toss the phone out.

The video playing halfway through was interrupted by a ringtone. Cen Wei was calling him.

Ning Sang used to hate answering Cen Wei’s calls very much; right now looking at that name, it instead resembled looking at a life-saving straw, and he hurriedly picked it up.

“Little Ning.” Cen Wei’s tone grew a bit serious, “Have you seen the messages I sent? Are you okay?”

“…Not very good.” Ning Sang spoke with a bad mood the moment he opened his mouth, but he also knew this fire shouldn’t be taken out on Cen Wei, and gathered his temper again, “I saw it, thank you.”

“I’ll go find you, open the door for me in a moment,” Cen Wei said.

Cen Wei lived right upstairs from his home. Three minutes later, the doorbell rang punctually, and Ning Sang walked over in a daze to open the door.

Cen Wei was a beauty streamer; his appearance leaned toward androgynous, and he kept a head of long hair.

Ning Sang looked at his somewhat frizzy hair, not knowing whether he hadn’t slept or had just woken up.

Cen Wei squeezed into the room, closing the door with a backhand: “Give me your phone.”

“For what?” Ning Sang’s brain was still blank right now. He didn’t know how to face this kind of situation.

Can he… still live stream?

Ning Sang felt a wave of panic. He would go calculate how much money was still short every day, so he knew that to get the remaining amount within a short timeframe, relying on normal work was very difficult.

Cen Wei said he looked good, but for a live stream to take a turn for the better and cross paths with a generous boss wasn’t that simple of a matter.

Ning Sang’s hand was still gripping the phone. Even though it was very stuffy and hot inside the room, his entire body was freezing cold.

The phone rang with another sound. Ning Sang felt something, pressing to light up the screen.

A short message lay quietly at the very top.

0920: Awake?

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