TRMLCM Chapter 42
by Volare“However, I have a small question I’d like boss Cy to answer.”
The fan’s voice trembled with excitement as she said this. Thinking about the question she wanted to ask, she swallowed, her saliva glands working overtime.
Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What is it?” he asked.
Fish Doesn’t Eat Fish: “…Well, what kind of fan do you think you are of An An? A career fan? A looks fan… or a romance fan?”
When she reached the last term, her excited voice carried a note of probing, sounding noticeably quieter. But in the already quiet livestream, it was transmitted clearly through the microphone.
“Sis, you’re so brave!”
“Nice, getting to the heart of the matter!”
“I want to know the answer too (smirking).”
“What kind of fan is boss Cy? (Anticipation)”
…
Hearing the question, Shen Chang’an pursed his lips and couldn’t help but glance at the avatar in the lower right corner. His eyes flickered, and his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Cheng Yi chuckled softly, his lazy smile transmitted into the livestream, causing countless female fans to scream with excitement again.
Everyone perked up their ears, their eyes full of anticipation as they stared at the livestream.
One second, two seconds passed. Then Cheng Yi’s deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out, carrying a hint of lazy magnetism.
He said, “A career fan? A looks fan? I’m all of those.”
This answer seemed to say everything and nothing at the same time. The hidden meaning made people feel it was very meaningful.
Shen Chang’an quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his tightly clenched hand slowly relaxing. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he interrupted the fan before she could say anything more, “Boss Cy is my fan, and that’s my honor.”
His face was smiling, and his voice was calm, as if he was very satisfied with the answer.
After a pause, Shen Chang’an blinked his eyes and said with a smile, “Little Fish, do you have anything else you want to ask? Ask me this time. Don’t just keep targeting boss Cy, okay?”
“Haha, I was just too excited just now and couldn’t control myself. Mu An, I just want to ask, when is your birthday?”
Shen Chang’an: “It’s January 23rd.”
…
Perhaps because of the previous example, the fans who went on mic later were very excited to be in close contact with their favorite streamer, but they didn’t dare to ask any more strange questions. They used the opportunity to learn more about Shen Chang’an’s preferences.
Time passed little by little with each question. Cheng Yi participated a little at the beginning, then directly turned off his microphone and quietly watched his beloved streamer.
But the white fox avatar was still there, silent but extremely noticeable.
Whenever the fans on mic spoke to Shen Chang’an, they were afraid that the silent boss would suddenly pop up and say something passive-aggressive.
The fans in the livestream chat were much more careful when posting comments, not to mention the haters. Although they hid in the livestream and watched secretly, and made a sour comment when they were jealous, they didn’t dare to send a malicious comment.
After ending the livestream, Shen Chang’an tidied up his somewhat messy desk, then took his guitar back to the bedroom.
The dim yellow light shone on the room. Berber was lying on the end of his bed, his two large eyes, one blue and one yellow, half-closed. When he saw him come in, he meowed softly, sounding gentle and cute.
Shen Chang’an walked straight to the bedside, put the guitar on the carpet, and reached out to rub Berber’s head. Just as he was about to take a deep breath and pet the cat to relieve his tired nerves, the phone rang.
Shen Chang’an froze when he saw the name, then chose to answer.
“Hello?”
Because he was sleepy, Cheng Yi’s voice had a hint of lazy magnetism, deep and slightly hoarse, inexplicably alluring.
Shen Chang’an’s fingers twitched slightly, and the hand holding the phone tightened slightly. Although his ear was starting to feel hot against the phone, he didn’t move it away.
He lowered his eyes and asked with some puzzlement, “What’s wrong?”
Usually, after he finished the livestream, he would wait a while, read the fans’ private messages first, and then call Cheng Yi.
Today, he had just ended the livestream when Cheng Yi called.
Cheng Yi was lying on the bed, his eyelids heavy with sleepiness. Hearing Shen Chang’an’s voice, he blinked quickly and perked up slightly, thinking about what he wanted to say.
Cheng Yi opened his mouth, but hesitated for a moment. He sighed softly and said, “What are you worried about?”
Shen Chang’an was checking the fans’ private messages on his other phone. Hearing this, he paused. His thoughts turned, and he seemed a little confused as to why Cheng Yi was asking this. His clear, cold voice was a little low, and he said with a soft laugh, “Why do you ask, Yi-ge? Am I worried about something?”
Cheng Yi’s eyes darkened slightly. “You know what I’m talking about.”
Avoiding the issue wouldn’t solve anything.
Hearing the other person’s tone turn cold, a trace of panic flashed in Shen Chang’an’s beautiful eyes. His lips twitched slightly, and he fell silent, his breathing clearly audible in the dim, quiet bedroom.
He closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling nervously. Then he opened his eyes, his voice clear, cold, and gentle, but with a hint of trembling, “…What I’m worried about… don’t you know?”
You understand all my thoughts, and you know my worries and concerns, and you protect me from gossip.
What else can I worry about?
I can only worry about you.
“I thought my attitude was already very clear,” Cheng Yi said.
Perhaps in order not to fall asleep while talking, Cheng Yi got up and sat on the head of the bed. His deep eyes were like a deep vortex in the dim night, making people addicted at a glance.
He listened to the silence on the other end of the phone and sighed softly. Not wanting to make things difficult for him, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, “An An, I like you.”
A ‘boom’ went off in his head. Shen Chang’an’s heart was pounding rapidly, as if a million deer were running around inside it. His clear, cold eyes were dazed, his mind was blank, and his fingers were weakly holding the phone that was still connected.
He opened his lips as if he eagerly wanted to say something…
‘I like you too’
But his throat was dry and hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, and he couldn’t speak.
His clear, cold eyes were very anxious. He blinked frantically, and a large, crystal-clear tear quietly ran down his fair cheek and dripped onto the soft carpet.
Meanwhile, the person on the other end of the phone was still speaking.
“I… I don’t know when I started to like you. Maybe it was the first time I came to your livestream and heard you sing. Maybe it was when I saw you playing the guitar so quietly and peacefully. Or maybe it was when I saw you working so seriously in the livestream every day…”
“I’m your career fan, your looks fan, and also your romance fan, your true fan, your solo fan…”
Except for being a CP fan of Shen Chang’an and someone else, he could be any fan of Shen Chang’an. Only one thing remained unchanged…
And that was that he liked him.
The words he hadn’t dared to say completely in the livestream were now spoken in the quiet, charming night.
He thought his attitude and his thoughts were already very clear, but he didn’t expect that this fox, who was cold and cute on the outside but actually cunning, would also have times of anxiety.
When Shen Chang’an was silent in the livestream, Cheng Yi saw the anxiety in his heart clearly.
So as soon as Shen Chang’an ended the livestream, he called, and couldn’t help but confess…
Although it wasn’t the confession scene he wanted, he didn’t regret saying those words at that moment.
What to do if the little fox is anxious and uneasy?
Then show your heart and give him a full sense of security!