After the Good Boy’s Facade Failed, He Was Doted on by His Daddy - Chapter 5

Although 0920 only said he wanted Ning Sang to stream one-on-one for him every night, with one-on-one, aside from suggestive content, what else could even be streamed?

Could it be that he wanted to listen to Ning Sang tell bedtime stories?

Ning Sang didn’t believe that old man possessed such good intentions at all.

After drinking the porridge cooked by Cen Wei, Ning Sang returned downstairs out of his mind.

He threw himself toward the bed, spreading out like a giant character, hugging the bedding that would never dislike him.

0920 didn’t send messages over again, resembling a hunter who wasn’t anxious in the slightest.

Ning Sang rolled back and forth on the bed several times, a battle between heaven and human raging within his heart. He thought through all the methods capable of making money quickly, only to discover they were all written in the Criminal Law.

“How did I reduce myself to this state ah!”

This question, when he first started streaming, Ning Sang had also asked himself. That night, after receiving several hundred yuan of tips, he stopped asking.

Right now he asked it one more time, all of his emotions turning into resentment toward Xu Xiao in the end.

Ning Sang rapidly grabbed his phone, finding a hate post about Xu Xiao with familiar ease. Only after looking through the words everyone used to scold him did his heart feel much more comfortable.

With his mood smoothed out, it was time to face reality. Ning Sang didn’t know whether 0920 acted out of a momentary whim. It was possible that if he failed to wait for his answer, he would go find other streamers to watch.

Missing this opportunity, he wouldn’t necessarily be able to cross paths with such a wealthy big shot again.

Ning Sang opened the chat interface with 0920, first finding a cute emoji to send over, and then asked him what he wanted to watch him stream.

0920 sent out several screenshots.

Ning Sang took merely one glance, and the corners of his mouth froze.

Calm down.

Right now there is no money to change phones.

Cannot smash it.

Unable to smash the phone, Ning Sang could only lie on the bed in powerless fury, kicking the air several times.

The screenshots sent over by 0920 were several sets of clothes. The fabric of each one wasn’t very much, and furthermore, the styles they all took were the cute route.

Ning Sang felt awkward even wearing that sportswear set and small apron Cen Wei gave him, let alone truly going to wear dresses.

Even if I jump down from the nineteenth floor, I won’t wear them!

Ning Sang thought hatefully.

Half an hour later, Ning Sang sent over the address of a nearby courier station, in exchange for a transfer of voluntary gift.

N: “Thank you, brother.”

N: “puppy rubbing hand.jpg”

0920: “Eat first.”

N: “Mhm! I will eat until completely full!”

Just now what Cen Wei cooked was green vegetable porridge. Ning Sang felt it was quite healthy, snapping a photo subconsciously.

After a while, he simply sent this photo over.

0920 didn’t reply. Ning Sang was somewhat apprehensive; after the apprehension passed, he again felt he possessed a problem.

This person didn’t come to torment him, isn’t that a good thing?

Ning Sang took advantage of this time to take a shower. He tied his hair behind his head into a small bunch, burying his head to tidy up the room.

The curtains were wide open. Today was a grand sunny day. The sunlight spilled into the room, making the fine dust floating in the air clearly visible.

After sweeping the trash completely empty, Ning Sang stood beneath the sunlight, spacing out for a while.

What made him return to his senses was the phone notification sound. Ning Sang moved toward the head of the bed somewhat reluctantly, taking over the phone which had finished charging.

0920: “The courier arrives in the evening, remember to go get it.”

The appearance of this person in Ning Sang’s eyes drew closer and closer toward an old man eager for sex.

Before his emoji could even be sent out, 0920 sent over another spreadsheet.

A spreadsheet?

Ning Sang clicked it open. Waiting until the spreadsheet finished loading and seeing the contents clearly, he couldn’t resist raising his hand, touching his own forehead.

No fever ah.

Could what I see fail to be an illusion?

What is that?

Inside the spreadsheet, according to the specifications of three meals a day, what to eat for every single meal was arranged nicely. Ignoring those troublesome recipes, the most detestable thing was that within each day’s standard, there was a glass of milk.

This spreadsheet was made possessing quite an obsessive-compulsive style. The ingredients and dosages were all clearly and plainly standardized.

Those who didn’t know would even think it was scientific pig-raising.

Ning Sang played dumb to ask 0920 what this meant.

“0920”: “Next week, eat according to what is on the spreadsheet. When eating, you must record a video, or open a live stream for me.”

N: “???”

‘N’ withdrew a message.

N: “Brother, it’s too much trouble for you, it’s fine for me to just eat whatever casually!”

0920: “No.”

Ning Sang grabbed a throw pillow on the bed, treating the throw pillow as this control freak and hammering it several times.

After hammering, he clicked open his balance to look at the money 0920 just transferred to him, swallowing this breath of anger.

It doesn’t matter; wait until the money is accumulated enough, then say goodbye to him.

Anyway, when he wants to find me at that time, he won’t be able to find me either.

After finishing his optimistic thinking, Ning Sang tossed away the phone, lying on the bed to catch up on some sleep.

Things seen before sleep would affect dreams. Ning Sang dreamed that he wore a dress, and toward an unclear, blurry shadow, lifted up his skirt hem.

When waking up, Ning Sang’s temples throbbed with pain.

The phone was ringing. Ning Sang clicked to answer before seeing the name clearly.

“Hello, you have a package that has arrived…”

“Okay, I’ll go get it right away.”

Ning Sang hung up the phone, sitting up on the bed. Inside the room, it had already darkened. Ning Sang pursed his mouth, grievance climbing up his heart densely once again.

He wanted to cry very much.

Before the crying came out, the WeChat notification sound interrupted his emotions.

0920: “Remember to cook.”

Recalling this matter, Ning Sang only then discovered he hadn’t even bought groceries. That pile of quick-frozen food in his home was incapable of transforming into a healthy dinner.

Changing into a long-sleeved T-shirt and long pants, Ning Sang took his keys to go out to buy groceries, picking up the courier along the way.

Almost the moment he stepped out of the door beneath the apartment building, mosquitoes surrounded toward him.

Ning Sang put on a mask expressionlessly.

He hated summer; the biggest reason was precisely that he too easily attracted mosquitoes to bite, so once it was summer, he would only stifle himself at home, going nowhere.

Ning Sang’s head of hair color was conspicuous. the eyes revealed, along with his white neck, all attracted eyesight very much. When buying groceries inside the market, quite a few people stared at him.

“Auntie, help me get two green peppers,” Ning Sang spoke to the middle-aged woman selling vegetables.

When he raised his hand to scan the code and pay, his sleeve cuff slid downward, the protruding wrist bone falling into the vegetable-selling auntie’s eyes.

“Eh, how is this child this thin?” The auntie spoke with a dialect, “Did your family call you out to buy groceries? Add more meals for yourself.”

Saying so, she stuffed a handful of green onions and coriander into the bag, and furthermore told Ning Sang that there was a fried chicken wing shop at the market’s west exit whose taste was very good, telling him to buy some to eat.

Ning Sang listened quietly until she finished speaking, and then expressed his thanks to her.

Carrying the bought groceries, Ning Sang took a detour subconsciously, walking toward the west exit.

As expected, there was a fried chicken wing shop with a long line.

Ning Sang stood at the end of the line.

He was eating a chicken wing here; that dead pervert wouldn’t be able to see anyway.

Thinking this way, Ning Sang munched down a chicken drumstick on the path to go get the courier.

His stomach was very shallow; after eating one chicken drumstick, he already failed to feel hungry.

0920 didn’t look like some idle person either. maybe he lacked time to urge him to stream, so it wouldn’t be any problem for him to eat a bit later, right?

Ning Sang entered the courier station, finding his own package.

“This big?” He couldn’t resist speaking out to ask.

This large box reached his hip. Ning Sang tried to hug it, failing to hug it up.

How many clothes did this person buy for him?!

“We can help deliver it to your door,” the staff member of the courier station spoke timely.

Before Ning Sang could even nod, the opposite party said again: “This size, twenty yuan within one kilometer.”

Ning Sang slowly lowered his head, looking at the cardboard box, thinking it wasn’t that he couldn’t try to see.

When returning to his home entrance bringing the box, the sky had completely wiped dark. Ning Sang leaned against the wall, panting with an unsteady breath.

He took off the mask, rolling the mask up and tossing it into the trash can in the hallway.

Cen Wei happened to go downstairs to look for Ning Sang; what he saw was precisely the person whose forehead hair was soaked with sweat and whose cheeks were completely red.

“What’s wrong?” Cen Wei stepped forward, touching Ning Sang’s face, speaking with some nervousness, “Do you have a fever?”

“Hot,” Ning Sang mumbled.

“What is this? A courier?” Cen Wei looked toward that large box.

Ning Sang’s wrist lost strength, wanting very much to let Cen Wei help him unpack it, but thinking of what kind of things were inside the box, he timely stopped this thought: “Nothing.”

Cen Wei no longer pursued the matter. he asked Ning Sang what he was eating for the evening.

The bag containing the groceries was black. Ning Sang hid the bag behind his back, saying he had already eaten outside just now.

“That’s fine then, if there’s something you must tell me.” Cen Wei still had to go prepare for the evening’s live stream; after confirming Ning Sang hadn’t given up on himself, he went back upstairs.

Ning Sang dragged the box into the room, finding a pair of scissors to begin unpacking the courier.

Taking away the bubble wrap at the very top, what first entered his view was a plush cat-ear headband.

Ning Sang: …

He picked up the headband, hearing the sound of bells. Only after unpacking the bag did he discover that inside there was also a collar with bells.

Ning Sang resembled having touched a hot potato, directly tossing the things out.

Merely looking at one type of accessory, he felt like exploding, not knowing how to deal with this full box of things.

Matters that weren’t dealt with well could be placed aside first.

Ning Sang brought the groceries to the small kitchen.

He didn’t quite know how to cook. Previously eating fast food every day, a very large part of the reason was precisely this.

Looking at the ingredients lined up nicely in front of him, Ning Sang was silent for close to one minute.

He searched out the recipe sent by 0920, confirming that only ingredient dosages and dishes were marked on it, completely failing to be detailed down to how to do every step.

Fortunately, Ning Sang’s IQ possessed no problem. He knew to look it up online.

“It isn’t anything difficult either,” Ning Sang said, raising the kitchen knife and chopping down with one blow toward a green pepper.

The round green pepper rolled a circle, escaping from the cutting board.

Ning Sang: ?

He turned the knife blade toward himself, inspecting it once.

This knife possesses no problem.

Catching the green pepper back to its original position, Ning Sang changed his strategy this time; he aimed the knife tip at the head of the green pepper, stabbing down with one blow.

The knife successfully stabbed into the green pepper, and Ning Sang gave a proud “humph.”

He pressed the knife handle, wanting to follow this posture to divide the green pepper into two.

But the knife stuck inside the green pepper, and Ning Sang, whose wrist had just lost strength from carrying the box, almost sent the knife flying out together with the green pepper.

Ning Sang stared at that green pepper for a while, thinking that unpacking the package first wasn’t impossible either.

After all, packages can be unpacked as long as one has hands.

Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as one is willing to give up.

Ning Sang returned to the large box again.

The topmost layer contained accessories; having already looked at the cat ears and bell collar, Ning Sang felt a forced acceptance toward those dog ears and fluffy big tails.

He didn’t unpack them all, only unpacking a few to look at before tossing the things along with the dust bags onto the ground to one side.

The first piece of clothing taken out from beneath the accessories was a very short T-shirt, probably only reaching the ribs.

Aside from the T-shirt, there was also a pair of shorts that stuck to the root of the thighs, and a pair of fishnet socks.

While Ning Sang faced this exposed clothing and doubted his life, the phone beside him vibrated with a sound, popping out 0920’s message.

0920: “There are still ten minutes until dinner, wear the clothes I bought for you to stream.”

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