OFR – Chapter 17 So Angry It Hurts My Chest

Mu Bai thought about Wang Yuwei, but it was already almost ten o’clock at night, and he wasn’t sure if she was still streaming. The last time he checked, her streaming schedule was mostly from 2 PM to 8 PM. It seemed too late now.

Wang Yuwei was somewhat of a first love for Mu Bai. So, when he first discovered online spending, she was the first person he thought of. Wang Yuwei held a significant place in his heart, and by giving her money indirectly, Mu Bai felt he was helping someone in need. After all, Wang Yuwei relied on her streaming income to pay for her education at Southwest University, which wasn’t cheap, costing over twenty thousand a year.

Just as he was thinking about this, a message popped up on QQ.

“Ding! Qian Yiwen requests to add you as a friend. Do you accept?”

“Huh? Didn’t I ignore this request? Is this the second time Qian Yiwen is adding me?” 

Seeing the message, Mu Bai clicked into QQ and noticed Qian Yiwen’s friend request again. This time, he didn’t ignore it, thinking that even if he did, she might just send another request. Mu Bai figured that adding her as a friend and chatting a bit wouldn’t hurt, so he accepted.

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At that moment, in a high-end apartment in Nanjing, Qian Yiwen had just finished her bath and was lying on the bed in a pink bathrobe, chatting with fans in a group chat. Suddenly, she received a notification that her friend request had been accepted.

“Huh? He accepted my friend request? It took two tries for him to accept, such a cold guy.”

After adding Mu Bai as a friend, Qian Yiwen checked his QQ profile, which turned out to be very simple. There were no special privileges like yellow or red diamonds or super VIP status, and even the background decorations were the basic default ones.

“So low-key,” Qian Yiwen whispered.

Logically, someone who could casually spend ten thousand yuan on a tip wouldn’t have such a modest QQ profile.

“Maybe he doesn’t use QQ much?” Qian Yiwen speculated.

At this point, Qian Yiwen started a conversation with Mu Bai on QQ.

Qian Yiwen: Xiaomu, what’s your real name? When did you enter Southwest University? Are you my junior or senior?

Since Qian Yiwen knew nothing about Mu Bai, she had many questions. She felt compelled to ask them.

These were typical questions, but she received a rather unfamiliar reply.

“Huh? Is there something you need?”

“No… nothing, just asking.”

Mu Bai’s unfamiliar tone left Qian Yiwen momentarily stunned. She was used to being fawned over, and this time, she felt a bit suffocated.

Xiaomu: Oh, it’s fine. I’m your junior. I enjoy reading your novels, so I casually tipped you a silver alliance. No need to thank me.

From Mu Bai’s reply, Qian Yiwen sensed a kind of indifference.

“Who exactly is this Xiaomu? He hasn’t read my book yet tipped me a hundred thousand coins without wanting thanks?”

Qian Yiwen couldn’t figure out this Xiaomu.

Playing hard to get?

But Xiaomu’s tone had no hint of such a tactic.

Xiaomu, have you seen my photo? I have some in my space. The password is *****.

Qian Yiwen often received admiration from peers, and she thought maybe this Xiaomu had never seen her.

She was confident in her looks and figure. Many rich kids at Nanjing University pursued her, including the student council vice president.

But she didn’t like the vice president, who flirted despite having a girlfriend. No matter how outstanding he was, Qian Yiwen wouldn’t like him.

“No need, we’ve met in person. It’s late, let’s sleep,” Xiaomu replied.

Seeing this reply and Xiaomu’s do-not-disturb mode, Qian Yiwen was stunned.

The coldness in his words left her feeling stifled, but she had nowhere to vent.

After all, chatting or sleeping was his right, and she had no control over it.

“This is so frustrating!” Qian Yiwen muttered, patting her chest in frustration.

After a while, her phone beeped with a message from a senior pursuing her.

“Goddess, are you there?”

Annoyed, she replied, “Say what you need to, otherwise don’t bother me, okay?”

“??? What’s wrong? Bad mood?”

“A jerk almost drove me mad. He’s extremely annoying. I tried to chat with him, but he wasn’t interested!”

The senior was silent for a moment before replying, “Goddess, I don’t know who that jerk is, but if he doesn’t appreciate you, why get angry? You could chat with me instead. I’ll always agree with you.”

Qian Yiwen frowned slightly and typed, “I enjoy being annoyed by him, so don’t overthink. If there’s nothing else, good night.”

After replying, she closed the chat with the senior and reviewed her brief chat with Xiaomu. Most messages were her talking, and Xiaomu’s replies were always impatient.

This made her rub her chest again, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

It was now nine o’clock. Qian Yiwen had planned to sleep, but chatting with Xiaomu had upset her so much that she couldn’t sleep.

Feeling bored, she opened a video app and started watching her favorite TV series.