Xiaohan had exceptional gaming talent, nearly matching Chunan's skill.

Though she often seemed a bit clueless in daily life, once immersed in the game, many of her moves were genuinely impressive.

Take, for example, her ruthlessness—that chilling precision that made viewers shudder.

After the tutorial, she adapted instantly. From the newbie village onward, she targeted one spot on every humanoid monster: straight for the family jewels. Every strike was lethal, earning gasps of "brutal!"

The game’s realism amplified it—hitting that critical zone triggered massive blood spurts, far more than other areas. Over ten thousand live stream viewers watched Xiaohan unleash crimson sprays with each sword swing, humanoid mobs collapsing while clutching their groins. Many felt a pang of sympathy for Chunan.

This girl wasn’t easy to handle…

Push her too far, and she might make someone bleed out in real life.

Chunan watched nearby, his eyebrows twitching with every brutal thrust.

He was glad this world’s live streams weren’t as strict as his last one—this level of gore would’ve gotten his channel banned instantly.

But watching Xiaohan shred family jewels for hours was unbearable. Once she’d had her fun, Chunan stepped in and nudged her aside.

"Enough. My eyes hurt just watching you. Get off before they shut my stream down."

Xiaohan, buzzing with excitement, handed him the VR goggles, her eyes sparkling. "Chunan, just buy me a set too! We could squad up and play together—it’d be fun!"

Chunan shot her a sideways glance. "Hah. Dream on."

Xiaohan: "…"

Damn him.

He had over three million credits but wouldn’t spare a penny for her gear.

Grumbling, she plopped into a computer chair. Glancing at the soaring viewer count on-screen, she leaned toward the mic and muttered, "FYI, this guy’s stingier than a locked vault."

The chat exploded, fanning the flames—

[LOL Brother Chu’s legendary!]

[Brother Chu, treat her better!]

[Tip $100: For the Mrs. Chu!]

[Tip $500: Mrs. Chu, just ask him for cash—it’s from us! Don’t take his crap!]

[Tip $1000: Hahaha for Mrs. Chu! Ignore grumpy Chu!]

…

Xiaohan: "…"

Since when was she "Mrs. Chu"?

She was surnamed Xiao!

…Wait, that wasn’t the point.

But seeing the flood of tips, she couldn’t help grinning.

Was she basically earning for Chunan now? She could demand her cut—no gear from him? She’d buy it herself!

Tsk, she’d clearly missed her calling as a streamer. She should’ve stuck with it…

Just as that thought surfaced, her smile vanished.

On-screen, Chunan logged into his account and habitually scanned the chat.

He’d missed her whisper, but he saw the teasing messages.

A dark chuckle escaped him.

Spotting his expression, Xiaohan shuddered and bolted for her bedroom. "I’m sleeping! Stream on!"

How could he check chat inside VR?!

Chunan dimmed the game overlay slightly, watching her scramble inside and lock the door. His smile faded.

"Stingy? I just blew over five thousand credits on clothes for this spendthrift today. She dares call me stingy."

Truth was, Xiaohan owned nothing wearable, and he hated being gawked at in stores—arguing over pennies wasn’t worth the hassle.

With three million credits in hand, he couldn’t act cheap, right?

But viewers didn’t know that. No harm in playing the victim.

"You know VR rigs are always sold out. I paid double to a scalper for this one—I’ve been hoarding coupons for weeks." He sighed dramatically. "I bought a house recently too. Every credit I saved went into it. I ate instant noodles for two weeks just to afford this gear. Calling me stingy? Earning isn’t easy."

Then came the sob story: streamers suffer, streamers burn out, streamers get arrhythmia… okay, maybe not the last one—but he stuck to truths. Everyone thinks streaming’s easy money, but only insiders know the grind. Luck might bring cash, but staying rich takes skill.

He rarely shared this negativity—viewers came for fun, not life lectures.

But occasional venting built connection. Everyone hustling for a living understood that bitterness.

What they didn’t know? Chunan’s sudden windfall.

As long as he didn’t lie, it wasn’t faking a persona.

His heartfelt rant moved viewers. Tips poured in—some for him to "eat a real meal," others for Xiaohan’s VR gear. Small amounts, but thousands of donors added up fast.

That day’s earnings nearly matched his entire half-month income.

Chunan was impressed.

He’d always scorned this tactic, but damn—it worked.

Making a living isn’t shameful.

He didn’t just take money, though. During lively chats, he ran giveaways—a weak but fun way to boost viewer loyalty.

A stream with highlights, chats, and laughter? A total success. High earnings left him in a great mood.

After ending the broadcast and tidying up, he headed to his bedroom.

Xiaohan hadn’t dared lock the door. As Chunan entered, she rolled into bed, yanking the covers over herself. "I’m asleep."

Chunan stared. Then he reached over and switched off the AC.

Xiaohan: "…"