After the Good Boy’s Facade Failed, He Was Doted on by His Daddy - Chapter 4

Seeing Ning Sang out of his mind, Cen Wei didn’t hesitate anymore, snatching his phone away, while hooking his arm around Ning Sang’s shoulder to comfort him: “It’s fine, it will be better in a few days.”

Cen Wei brought Ning Sang to sit down by the bed. Getting up to tidy the room for him, he simultaneously spoke of his own past experience of being cyberbullied: “Netizens are very forgetful. Just treat it as resting for a few days, and afterward I’ll help you find a moderator to pay attention to the stream room live chat, that’s all.”

The first time Ning Sang met Cen Wei, he had heard him speak of that matter.

Cen Wei used to date a game streamer, later discovering the opposite party actually possessed a partner who was also a small internet celebrity. Before breaking off cleanly, that partner came out to post, and he was scolded as a homewrecker for half a month.

Xu Xiao’s fans were grandly much more numerous than that small internet celebrity’s.

And furthermore…

His own face and mouth in the video differed too much from his usual self when live streaming; even if the stream room could be preserved, the original viewers definitely wouldn’t come to watch him again either.

Ning Sang suddenly thought of that private message sent by 0920, his heart thumping heavily twice.

Is he coming to find me to get a refund?

“Phone, return it to me.” Ning Sang reached his hand out toward Cen Wei.

Cen Wei had just folded Ning Sang’s quilt nicely. He lowered his head, looking at that section of an excessively thin wrist that was still trembling.

The Ning Sang right now was even thinner than when Cen Wei picked him up on the roadside; at a glance, he hadn’t taken good care of himself.

“Don’t look at it anymore.” Cen Wei still spoke using that kind of gentle tone, as if he wouldn’t possess a temper.

Ning Sang, however, suddenly resembled being lit by a fire. He abruptly raised his head, his eye sockets completely red, biting his lip deathly hard.

Cen Wei felt a wave of soft-heartedness: “It’s all unpleasant words, there’s nothing good to look at.”

Ning Sang directly used action, taking the phone back.

Cen Wei didn’t expect he would snatch it. After his hand went empty, his expression carried a moment of blankness.

Ning Sang had already opened that private message in the backend. Relying on his understanding of 0920, this person in all probability either wanted him to refund money, or wanted to scold him.

In that video, Ning Sang didn’t only speak ill of Xu Xiao; he also opened a can of beer to drink.

A person like 0920 who would let him drink milk, upon discovering he drank alcohol behind his back, who knows what degree of anger he would reach.

He was more perverted than the majority of viewers in Ning Sang’s stream room, pervertedly hoping Ning Sang was an obedient good baby.

But even if there was only a one percent hope, Ning Sang also wanted to try to maintain the opposite party.

Just treat it as him being shameless.

Ning Sang replied with a poking-head emoji.

Stepping his feet onto the bed, his entire body curled up, pulling his own hair neurotically.

As long as, as long as he could retain 0920, it would be fine even if stream room viewers were few afterward…

The hair strands in Ning Sang’s hand were abruptly pulled broken by him as he looked at that message newly added to the chat box.

0920: “Heard the platform banned your stream room, are you short of money right now?”

“My stream room is banned?” Ning Sang went to confirm with Cen Wei.

Cen Wei also resembled having just learned this news. He took out his phone to take a look: “Displays a ban of three months, it was banned by the platform.”

“Why ban me, just because I spoke a few bad words about Xu Xiao?” Ning Sang let out a sneer from anger, “Is he, Xu Xiao, some kind of unspeakable person? Why not ban those marketing accounts together?”

“Little Ning, calm down a bit.” Cen Wei typed words on his phone, “I’ll find a moderator to ask.”

Before the moderator’s message reply came over, Ning Sang cursed Xu Xiao a few more times facing the air out of anger.

Blame it all on Xu Xiao, this jinx!

Picking up what new drama, having earned so much money already, why not go home to drink milk!

The moment Ning Sang’s emotions grew agitated, tears would flow outward uncontrollably. He blinked, a teardrop smashing onto the phone screen, happening to drip onto that private message of 0920.

Looking at the meaning of 0920, it seemed he wasn’t here to question his crimes?

“I asked and found out. Over there they said the impact is bad, so it was banned,” Cen Wei said, “Did you withdraw the money? The wallet seems frozen together.”

Streaming for one night could earn four digits, and Ning Sang’s backend still accumulated two or three days of tips that hadn’t been withdrawn, so he didn’t hesitate much this morning before transferring all the money on his person to Uncle Wang.

Cen Wei knew Ning Sang seemed to owe other people money and only came to stream, likely transferring it to the opposite party the moment the money reached his hands.

“It’s fine, I’ll help you advance the house rent first, just follow me to eat these few months,” Cen Wei said.

At this time yesterday, Ning Sang was still planning to participate in the event during his sleep to accumulate enough money earlier. He didn’t expect that in less than twenty-four hours, he would lose his only iron rice bowl.

“Over there cannot wait,” Ning Sang murmured.

“What?” Cen Wei didn’t understand.

Ning Sang drooped his head. He wiped away the water splash on the screen, clicking open the input box.

Typing words and deleting them again, repeating back and forth several times, Ning Sang still chose to send an emoji.

After the emoji of a puppy pitifully biting an empty bowl was sent over, Ning Sang viciously threw the phone onto the bedding.

“Going over to my place to eat breakfast?” Cen Wei asked.

He wanted to shift Ning Sang’s attention, not letting him look at the phone anymore.

“I’m reaping what I sowed, right?” Ning Sang buried his head into his knees, only leaving the back of his head for Cen Wei.

If he truly resembled what everyone expected, being an obedient child, would this kind of thing have failed to happen?

Ning Sang did not submerge within the sadness for too long. After his parents passed away, he rapidly understood that thinking more wouldn’t bring any changes to reality.

He followed Cen Wei to go eat. While waiting for Cen Wei to cook noodles, Ning Sang looked at the messages in the backend one by one.

Xu Xiao kept a low profile and hadn’t even had scandals, possessing a very good reputation among passersby. Those who came to scold Ning Sang, aside from his fans, also included many passersby who only watched the clip.

Upon sliding to one among them, Ning Sang couldn’t resist smiling.

“Truly believing that the more beautiful one looks, the more vicious they are.”

“Silly?” Cen Wei placed the noodles poached with two eggs before Ning Sang.

“Someone praised me as good-looking.” Ning Sang took a glance at the noodles, “Two poached eggs are too many.”

Cen Wei: “Not many, you’re thin like this and still not thinking of eating more?”

“Being thinner looks good on camera was what you said.” Ning Sang smelled the noodle fragrance, his stomach crying out a few times in cooperation. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks, sucking them into his mouth.

Cen Wei looked at Ning Sang eating, only placing his heart at ease after confirming he still possessed an appetite.

Ning Sang still clipped one poached egg into Cen Wei’s bowl, and after eating his fill, he very consciously went to wash the dishes.

Will 0920 reply to him? Ning Sang thought in a daze, but even if he wasn’t angry, Ning Sang couldn’t stream these few months, what should he do?

Ning Sang couldn’t help thinking of a certain possibility; the moment the imagination emerged, he bit his mouth, stopping and no longer thinking downward.

First don’t mention that 0920 was in all probability an uncle; even if he truly was a young person, Ning Sang also wouldn’t go do things that sold his own body.

Mom would be disappointed.

He thought.

Ning Sang nested over here at Cen Wei’s place for one morning. Words scolding him flooded unceasingly into the backend, changing from making his heart rate over-speed at the very beginning to being able to face them calmly.

It was just that individual words maintaining Xu Xiao made him want to scold back very much when looking at them.

At noon Cen Wei ordered pizza, and Ning Sang only ate one piece before running to the toilet to throw it up completely clean.

He washed his face, the tip of his nose aching until it turned red.

Cen Wei poured warm water for Ning Sang, saying he would cook porridge for him to eat. Ning Sang responded with a muffled voice, looking at Cen Wei’s silhouette entering the kitchen.

At least he was still a bit fortunate, crossing paths with the good-hearted Cen Wei back then rather than loan sharks.

Ning Sang picked up his phone, clicking open the chat box with 0920 for the unknown number of times.

The difference was, this time new messages refreshed out over there.

0920 sent a WeChat ID to him.

Clearly what he itself was waiting for was this, yet Ning Sang’s first reaction wasn’t copying it to go add it, but rather deleting the streaming software.

I am merely adding him first to maintain the relationship a bit and chat with him, that’s all.

Ning Sang hypnotized himself, searching out that WeChat ID.

Unexpectedly, 0920’s avatar wasn’t a very older style, but rather a very beautiful little milk dog.

Ning Sang hardened his heart, clicking down to add, and simultaneously uninstalled the streaming software.

He didn’t want to receive those private messages anymore.

After a brief peace, the phone buzzed and vibrated. Ning Sang almost dropped the phone onto the ground.

0920: “Eaten yet?”

N: “Just ate my fill, have you eaten, brother?”

N: “puppy tilting head.jpg”

This person seemed to like dogs; Ning Sang decided to suit his pleasure.

0920: “Photo.”

Ning Sang had just clicked open the album to rummage out a picture for him when he suddenly thought of something, switching back to the chat box.

N: “Brother, I lied to you, I haven’t eaten yet QAQ”

N: “The platform froze my account, I haven’t withdrawn money for a long time, and happened to spend it all clean TvT”

Ning Sang hadn’t begged for money from people directly like this before. The moment the words were sent out, his cheeks grew hot.

Cen Wei put the porridge to stew, turning his head back. What he saw was precisely the flush-faced Ning Sang.

Ning Sang’s skin was much whiter than ordinary people. Once his cheeks turned red, it was exceptionally obvious.

Cen Wei looked and felt somewhat envious, thinking this was more useful than any blush.

Before he could express exclamation for a few seconds at the creator’s partiality, that red apple on the sofa suddenly widened his eyes, tossing the phone into the sofa crevice.

“Didn’t I tell you not to look anymore?” Cen Wei stepped forward, taking the opportunity to pinch Ning Sang’s face meat which possessed a quite good texture.

In a reversal of his usual state, Ning Sang didn’t immediately wave away Cen Wei’s hand. His chest rose and fell, taking a few deep breaths: “Did I tell you before that even if there is no one left in the stream room, I also won’t go do suggestive streams?”

“Hmm? Did someone private message you, don’t care about them.” Cen Wei detected something was wrong.

Ning Sang gripped his own clothes hem tightly: “I’m going to look for a job.”

Cen Wei cleaned up the leftover pizza on the table: “I asked you before whether you finished studying university or not, and you ignored me entirely.”

“Finished studying.” Ning Sang spoke the name of a university in the capital.

Cen Wei’s action of covering the box paused: “Say it one more time?”

“Only tested in after putting in effort during the third year of high school. After going to university, I skipped no small number of classes.” Ning Sang had always treated himself as a child, feeling that after graduation he would also live at home and stick together with his parents, completely failing to consider his own future.

The knowledge learned had long been forgotten, let alone what connections accumulated in university. The friends he knew were all cut apart together with the phone number he changed.

“Possessing a diploma makes it easy to look for work,” Cen Wei said, “After going to work, then learn slowly.”

“Is there a job with a monthly salary of one hundred thousand…” After Ning Sang asked this sentence out, he itself despaired first.

Cen Wei thought for a moment: “Actually there are quite a lot.”

“Has no relation to me.” Ning Sang lay down onto the sofa, grabbing a throw pillow and obscuring his face.

The direction his head faced happened to be the place where he tossed his phone. The sound of the phone vibrating clearly transmitted into his ears.

Ning Sang recalled the message he saw just now, his face having a tendency to burn up once again.

Acting this normal beforehand, as expected, he is still a pervert!!

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