Chapter Thirty-Six: Unexpected Intrusion into the Livestream

Early in the morning, someone rang the doorbell. Bai Chenxi, still half-asleep, stumbled to open the door. The moment she saw various machines pointed at her and a crowd of wide-eyed people, she woke up instantly. Without thinking, she closed the door again.

[Wow! She’s so cute~]
[Is the person calling her cute even thinking straight? Isn’t it rude to shut people out like that?]
[Relax, it’s all for show, everyone knows that.]

The crew from "Celebrity Diary" had started livestreaming the moment they reached her doorstep, but now, left outside, they were utterly baffled. They understood that celebrities needed to build their public image, but they couldn’t figure out what kind of persona this was supposed to be.

Inside, Bai Chenxi anxiously tugged at her hair, having completely forgotten about the live broadcast today. If Sister Wang saw her like this, she’d be in trouble for sure. Then, realizing the show hadn’t officially started yet, Bai Chenxi relaxed, opened the door once more, and greeted them with a poised smile: “Sorry to keep you waiting, please come in.”

Watching the cameraman carrying his equipment, she asked tentatively, “The livestream hasn’t started yet, has it? I’m sorry, I haven’t tidied myself up. If my manager saw me like this, I’d be doomed. So, could you not broadcast what just happened?”

She rattled off her words in one breath. The cameraman looked at her and replied, “We’re already live.”

Bai Chenxi pointed a trembling finger at the camera. “You mean this thing is already on?”

When the crew confirmed, Bai Chenxi covered her face and dashed into the bathroom.

[Got it, her persona is pure and unpretentious.]
[Who are these haters? Kick them out.]
[Oh my god, her reaction is so real!]
[Like a celebrity wouldn’t know if the cameras were rolling—it’s all for show.]

While Bai Chenxi freshened up in the bathroom, the live chat was abuzz, arguing endlessly about whether she truly knew the broadcast had started.

By the time she returned, Bai Chenxi had composed herself and looked presentable. Facing the camera, she greeted everyone and began to ramble, “Friends, let’s make a deal. What you just saw was all an illusion—just forget about it, okay? If my manager sees that part, she’ll lose her mind. Really, for the sake of my manager’s health, please pretend you never saw it!”

The livestream erupted in laughter at her muttering.

[Thinking she was the aloof heiress was my biggest misunderstanding about Bai Chenxi.]
[I never imagined she’d be this adorable off-camera.]

Determined to show off a little, Bai Chenxi deftly prepared a sumptuous breakfast for herself, earning waves of praise from the viewers.

She was in the middle of breakfast when her phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the name on the screen, Bai Chenxi quickly set down her chopsticks and shielded the camera with her hand. With half a vegetable pancake still in her mouth, she looked like a mother hen guarding her food. After hastily putting down the pancake, she hurried to the balcony to take the call.

[Cameraman, go after her!]
[Something’s up—guess who it is. I bet fifty cents it’s Chu Muyun.]
[I'll put a dollar on Lin Yue.]
[This is Chenxi’s livestream, let’s not mention others!]

That comment quickly vanished, only to be replaced by a barrage of celebrity names, with Chu Muyun and Lin Yue dominating the chat.

On the balcony, Bai Chenxi made sure the cameraman hadn’t followed before answering the video call.

“Brother Chu, what’s up?” She was genuinely surprised that Chu Muyun was calling her.

“I have to go on a business trip soon. I was wondering if you’re free to look after Caesar for me?”

“Of course!” Bai Chenxi rarely got along with animals, so when one finally liked her, she agreed without hesitation.

Noticing the cameraman inside, Bai Chenxi hesitated. “Brother Chu, I need to explain something…”

Chu Muyun, seeing her expression, thought she was troubled. “If it’s inconvenient, just forget it.”

“No, it’s just that I’m filming a reality show at home right now, livestreaming. I was worried it might be awkward for you.” Bai Chenxi knew Chu Muyun’s personality—if she didn’t clarify, he might think she was trying to stir up rumors.

“I’ll be over soon,” Chu Muyun replied, ending the call.

Sigh, he’s always so abrupt, never explaining anything!

Bai Chenxi finished her breakfast as people in the chat continued to speculate about the call. Soon, the mystery was solved. When Chu Muyun appeared at the door, the chat fell silent for a moment before exploding.

[Chu Muyun! It’s really him!]
[Are they going public?]
[Front row for the drama!]
[Am I about to be heartbroken?]
[You’ve been heartbroken for ages, calm down.]

The earlier chaos drew many of Chu Muyun’s fans to the stream. They were sure Bai Chenxi would never give up on tying herself to their idol—just when they thought things had quieted down, she was back at it with her new show. Hearing the news, they swarmed into the chat, ready to “set things straight.”

But the tables turned as Chu Muyun appeared at the door. The fans were left in stunned silence, some explaining that the two were just friends and it was no big deal. Only the fans would buy that explanation; bystanders certainly didn’t.

Unaware of the commotion in the chat, Bai Chenxi had eyes only for Caesar—whom Chu Muyun was leading. Delighted, she crouched down to greet Caesar, completely ignoring Chu Muyun, who didn’t seem to mind as he led Caesar inside.

He set down a bag of supplies and told Bai Chenxi, “These are Caesar’s things. I’ll send you a message with his habits and care instructions.”

“Okay!” Bai Chenxi answered without looking up, her hands busy petting Caesar.

Chu Muyun pulled her up. “There’ll be plenty of time to play later. Tell me where to set up his bed first?”

[The idol looks so aggrieved—why do I find it hilarious?]
[Can’t believe he’s being ignored. Let me laugh first.]

Bai Chenxi realized she was getting carried away and hurried over to help Chu Muyun set up the dog bed.

“How long will you be gone?” she asked.

“Not sure. If things go well, a month. If not, maybe longer.”

The chat buzzed with: Wait, no one heard about the idol leaving!

Bai Chenxi was just as puzzled. “Where are you going for so long?”

Chu Muyun glanced at the camera. “That’s confidential.”

“Oh.” Bai Chenxi didn’t press further, and the fans, hearing it was confidential, wisely dropped the topic.

“By the way, have you eaten breakfast?” she asked.

Chu Muyun paused. “No.”

“I knew it.” Bai Chenxi gave him a knowing look. She scolded him seriously, “Brother Chu, you really need to take better care of yourself. Your health is your own. I keep telling you to eat on time every day and nurture yourself slowly. Otherwise, when will you ever recover?”

Chu Muyun, feeling inexplicably guilty, silently busied himself with the dog bed.

[Oh my god, I’ve never seen this side of him before.]
[Honestly, it’s nice seeing someone care for him, isn’t it?]

Longtime fans knew Chu Muyun had a weak stomach, but there wasn’t much they could do except remind him to take care of himself on social media or at fan meets. Seeing Bai Chenxi fuss over him, they began to think it wasn’t so bad having her around.

[Not at all, she’s not good enough for him!]

This time, it wasn’t Bai Chenxi’s fans who were upset—Chu Muyun’s own fans reported the comment themselves.

Bai Chenxi shot a helpless look at Chu Muyun, who was quietly working on the dog bed, then went to the kitchen. After she left, Chu Muyun unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

[Did I just see the idol sigh with relief?]
[You weren’t seeing things—Mama loves you, son!]
[Mama loves you—finally, I can say it!]
[Since when are there so many “mom fans”?]

Chu Muyun had no idea how many “mom fans” he’d gained from this livestream.

After finishing up, Chu Muyun walked over to Bai Chenxi, who was busy in the kitchen.

“All set. Caesar’s in your hands now. If you have any questions, just ask me. I’ll get going.”

Without turning around, Bai Chenxi called out, “Wait—”