The Young Matriarch - Chapter 168 - Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Be Good, Go to Sleep Quickly

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Be Good, Go to Sleep Quickly
 

Little Chunmeng paced back and forth in her room, frantically pulling at her hair, as strings of profanity burst from her lips!

How did her mirror suddenly get pecked?

And on what grounds did they forcibly shut down her livestream?

As the gold medal host of Xianyu Video APP, Little Chunmeng of course had the phone number of the team leader. She made an immediate call in the middle of the night and, without waiting for the other person to speak, Little Chunmeng’s shrill voice barked, “Manager Huang, you must have forgotten how you wooed me to become your live broadcast’s gold medal host. There are plenty of live streaming apps out there now.”

“In one word, why did you forcibly shut down my live stream? Did I violate broadcasting rules? Did I do a ‘pornographic’ live broadcast?”

Manager Huang remained unmoved, his voice cold, “Li Chunhong, you cheated.”

Little Chunmeng didn’t even think before retorting, “How did I chea…”

Her voice stopped abruptly, and her face paled as she noticed the shattered pieces of mirror all over the floor. Her heart pounded wildly, and her hands involuntarily clenched her dress.

Impossible, right? No one had discovered it in the last half year, so how could it suddenly just…

Manager Huang gritted his teeth, “You’ve been demoted from a gold medal host to a silver medal! Also, return all the gifts I gave you, or don’t blame me for not recommending your live streams in the future!”

In his heart, Manager Huang cursed himself. He had a good relationship with his wife, but somehow, he had been bewitched for the last half year, watching Little Chunmeng’s live stream every midnight, causing numerous fights with his wife.

Luckily, he was still rational during the day, having only sent some app gifts at night. Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

With that thought, Manager Huang decided on the spot to take a leave tomorrow, rush to his wife’s parents’ house to bring his wife and child back, and beg for forgiveness on a washboard on his knees.

After hanging up, Little Chunmeng’s legs gave out and she slumped to the floor, landing right on the broken pieces of mirror with a scream of pain as blood flowed…

*

Bai Chuwei touched her chin, looking with interest at the now blackened live stream screen, and clicked her tongue, “Hanhan, you’re quite efficient.”

As soon as she heard that Little Chunmeng cheated, she turned around and had someone seal the live stream room.

Duan Feihan sat at his desk, looking at the hardcover edition of “Records of the Mountain Moon,” his magnetic voice even deeper in the night, “Hmm, I’ve got nothing else to do, just reading.”

That night, experts discovered the original manuscript of “Records of the Mountain Moon,” as well as chapters thirty-seven and thirty-eight that had never been released to the public, immediately trending online. He had seen it too, so he took out the book and reviewed it.

“Records of the Mountain Moon?”

Duan Feihan hummed in acknowledgment, and Bai Chuwei said proudly, “Feihan, what do you think of this book? Isn’t it awesome?”

Duan Feihan nodded, “Worthy of being the foremost classical masterpiece. Also, it feels somewhat familiar.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyebrows lifted slightly, “Familiar? What plot do you find familiar? It’s not plagiarized!”

Some of the plot was adapted from events that happened to her when she first came to this world five thousand years ago.

Duan Feihan rubbed his temples, unable to explain why it felt familiar, and changed the subject, “Why aren’t you sleeping yet? Don’t you have class tomorrow?”

Bai Chuwei chuckled, “Feihan, don’t you have to work tomorrow? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Duan Feihan, “I don’t feel like sleeping.”

Bai Chuwei, “I don’t need to sleep.”

Duan Feihan closed the book and, grabbing his phone, flipped open the covers and lay down, his voice low and slow as if coaxing a child, “Be good, go to sleep now.”