ASPWWD Chapter 73

It was clear that Lin Fengqi was still hiding something from him.

The first time Wen Xia saw Lin Fengqi’s account in the livestream was during the filming of the Qunjing promotional video in Ancheng, when Lin Fengqi used that account to shower him with gifts.

But the time Gu Quilai mentioned was at least half a month earlier. He was talking about the time they did a drunken livestream—the same day Wen Xia discovered Lin Fengqi’s diary.

Could it be possible that the person who sent gifts to Gu Quilai wasn’t Lin Fengqi? After all, usernames can be changed anytime.

Is it possible that Lin Fengqi actually registered the account later, and when he chose the name “Xiaxia Tai Keai Le Zenme Ban,” the previous user of that name had already changed theirs?

…Could it be that much of a coincidence? It seemed a bit self-deceptive.

But in the spirit of being thorough, Wen Xia asked Gu Quilai, “Can you still find that ‘Xiaxia Tai Keai Le Zenme Ban’ on the gift leaderboard? How much did they spend on you?”

Gu Quilai responded, “They only gave me two dolphins. Let me find it for you.”

A few minutes later, Gu Quilai sent a screenshot showing the leaderboard with the “Xiaxia Tai Keai Le Zenme Ban” ranked very low.

Wen Xia replied, “Can you send me their profile page?”

Gu Quilai sent a link and sensed something was off, asking, “What’s going on?”

Wen Xia dismissed it with, “Nothing, just curious.”

He clicked the link, and the webpage that opened was indeed the profile of “Xiaxia Tai Keai Le Zenme Ban” on Qunjing. Seeing that familiar default avatar, Wen Xia’s heart sank halfway. Then, seeing that the only streamer followed was “Deng Xia,” he clicked into that streamer’s page, jumped to the gift leaderboard, and saw “Xiaxia Tai Keai Le Zenme Ban” sitting at the top. Finally, he clicked back to that profile page, confirming it belonged to Lin Fengqi.

But the date Gu Quilai mentioned didn’t match the time Wen Xia agreed to participate in the promotional shoot, and at that time, Qunjing wouldn’t have had his name on the list of streamers sent to Fenghang.

So when did Lin Fengqi find out?

Wow, so he’s been silently watching the whole time?

But thinking about it, it made sense that Lin Fengqi would know about his livestreams. After all, his involvement in the gaming industry wasn’t a secret among their high school classmates—some had even played his games. They shared a common social circle, so information could easily flow between them.

And his Weibo wasn’t an official account for the studio, just a personal one he used to occasionally post updates about game development and livestreaming. He wasn’t secretive about it.

Lin Fengqi could have easily followed the breadcrumbs to his livestreams. It seemed logical.

After all, Lin Fengqi had never asked about his job but had always referred to his studio in such a natural way, as if he had known about it all along.

Wen Xia thought about it and clicked his tongue.

Why was he giving Lin Fengqi excuses so willingly? He was losing his edge.

So when Lin Fengqi came out of the bathroom, casually walking into the master bedroom, he was met with Wen Xia sitting cross-legged on the bed, his gaze as cold as a blade, piercing right through him.

That look made Lin Fengqi freeze on the spot.

But Wen Xia didn’t speak. His cold gaze lingered on Lin Fengqi’s face.

Lin Fengqi’s heart tightened, and he cautiously asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Xia opened his hand. “Let me see your phone again.”

Lin Fengqi blinked in confusion. “My phone?”

Wen Xia insisted, “Hand it over.”

Though still baffled, Lin Fengqi obediently handed over the phone, even going as far as unlocking it for him.

Wen Xia opened the familiar blue whale icon, navigated to the account settings, and checked the account creation date. It was October this year, the exact day that matched the one Gu Quilai had mentioned—the same day Wen Xia discovered Lin Fengqi’s diary.

Why did it have to be that day again?

It was indeed earlier than Wen Xia initially thought, but not by much.

He had been somewhat drunk that day, that much was true, and it seemed like he hadn’t held back his volume during the livestream. Could it be that Lin Fengqi overheard him then and registered an account on the spot to start watching his streams?

But why give gifts to Gu Quilai and not to him? Did he mix up the livestreams?

Wen Xia stared at the phone screen, lost in thought. The prolonged silence made Lin Fengqi anxious. Did Wen Xia discover his other account?

Although that account wasn’t exactly a secret, he had been lurking with it for nearly two years.

Practically like a stalker.

Wen Xia couldn’t find out.

With that thought, Lin Fengqi mustered his courage and cautiously said, “Xiaxia?”

His use of that name snapped Wen Xia out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and quickly regained his composure. “How did you find out about my livestream?”

“…By chance.”

A vague, catch-all answer. Wen Xia wasn’t satisfied. “By chance, how?”

With a secret to protect, Lin Fengqi’s lie gained an air of confidence. “Heard it from someone.”

“Who?”

Lin Fengqi hesitated for a moment. Seeing Wen Xia had been looking at the account creation date, he bit the bullet and said, “…You.”

Wen Xia fell silent again.

This time, all the pieces fit.

Drinking leads to trouble.

Wen Xia handed the phone back to him, saying, “Then why did you give gifts to Gu Quilai?”

Lin Fengqi replied, “…I sent it to the wrong stream.”

Wen Xia was speechless.

Alright, it seemed Lin Fengqi was indeed a novice at livestreaming, capable of accidentally sending gifts to the wrong streamer. You couldn’t really blame him; after all, Wen Xia and Gu Quilai were duo streaming that day, and their voices were both present in each other’s streams. A livestreaming newbie could easily get confused.

…Why was he making excuses for Lin Fengqi again?

This minor storm passed just like that. With both of them having had a rough night before, they quickly fell asleep after turning off the lights. Ever since sleeping next to Lin Fengqi, Wen Xia’s sleep quality had drastically improved.

But just as he was about to drift off, his phone on the bedside table rang with a notification, the screen lighting up.

That kind of abrupt disturbance just as one is falling asleep is truly annoying. Wen Xia squinted, frowned, and picked up his phone, only to find it was just a spam message. Now even more irritated, he angrily deleted it and noticed a few unread WeChat messages, which he opened.

It was that damn Gu Quilai again.

Gu Quilai: [By the way, Xia, don’t blame me for being curious. I really want to know if I’m right.]

Gu Quilai: [That number one supporter in your stream, is it your boyfriend?]

Gu Quilai: [I used to think so, but now people are saying the new top supporter is… ]

Gu Quilai: [So, was I wrong before?]

Four messages.

Each one jolted Wen Xia more awake than the last.

Lin Fengqi was already asleep, his arm wrapped around Wen Xia’s waist, his warm chest pressed against Wen Xia’s back, clinging like glue.

Wen Xia brought the phone closer, rereading Gu Quilai’s messages, feeling a bit exasperated. “What are you thinking about all day? Why would you think the number one supporter is my boyfriend?”

Gu Quilai didn’t reply. With his odd schedule, he was probably engrossed in his own stream and hadn’t noticed the messages yet.

Wen Xia reread Gu Quilai’s messages, that strange feeling creeping back in.

He was still missing something.

Listening to the steady breathing behind him, a sudden flash of insight hit Wen Xia—right, sleeping.

Wen Xia had a terrible habit of being particular about where he slept, but he had never mentioned it to anyone except a few close people, like his dad or Zou Boyan. Because of this quirk, he had been a day student all his life, never boarding at school, so his classmates wouldn’t know.

His viewers knew because, after a trip where his sleep was messed up, his energy was noticeably off during a stream, and a viewer asked about it. He casually mentioned it.

And the first viewer to notice his off state and send a supportive message was that number one supporter.

At that time, he and Lin Fengqi were completely out of touch.

If Lin Fengqi only started watching his streams in October, how did he know about his particular sleeping habit when Wen Xia moved in? And if he didn’t know, why would he have lavender essential oil on his pillow to help him sleep?

Could it be Lin Fengqi used that oil when he couldn’t sleep? But when Wen Xia moved in, Lin Fengqi had said the pillow was clean, and he could use it without worry.

So where did Lin Fengqi learn about this? From an old classmate? Which classmate would remember such a trivial thing and tell him? That seems unlikely.

Lin Fengqi, with his habit of keeping everything to himself, wouldn’t go out of his way to inquire about Wen Xia’s life.

The more Wen Xia thought about it, the clearer he became. Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He carefully slipped out of Lin Fengqi’s arms, wrestling with his conscience as he reached for Lin Fengqi’s phone on the pillow.

Using a sleeping person’s fingerprint to unlock their phone, Wen Xia bypassed the familiar account in the Qunjing app, heading straight for the account settings to find the option to switch accounts—

Empty.

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