"Is the tycoon out of money? Why did he only send a single plane after all that?"
As the solitary aircraft appeared in the streaming room, some viewers expressed their confusion.
"You don't understand. This is clearly the master mocking that pretty boy!"
"Exactly. How could someone who just dropped 4.5 million be out of cash? This is an insult, pure and simple."
"He spent millions without blinking—do you really think he'd hesitate over a single gift?"
Line after line of commentary flooded the screen, each one sharpening the gloom on Su Chen's face.
A single plane.
Was that mockery?
Fury surged in Su Chen's heart, the veins on his temples throbbing visibly. He burned to respond—but his account was drained. To recharge, he'd have to wait another hour and a half.
"What's the matter? Weren't you supposed to be some big shot? Why so quiet now?"
Chu Yi's lips curled into a knowing smile as he typed, a radiant golden banner stretching across the public screen—a clear provocation.
The audience erupted.
"Come on, pretty boy. It's your turn now. Why the silence? Out of money, can't keep up?"
"Yeah, I knew he was just posturing. Look at that name—'Pretty Boy'—he's exactly what it says on the tin."
As the ridicule intensified, Su Chen's fans rose in defiance. They still supported his stand against Wu Ji and Sister Zhou's on-screen reunion.
"Don't worry, Pretty Boy. Even if you're out of cash, we've got your back."
"How do you know he's broke? Maybe he's just recharging right now."
"Exactly. Who gave you the right to mock him?"
The comment section had become a battleground.
But the tide favored Chu Yi, who now held the upper hand. With Su Chen silent and Chu Yi riding the momentum of his 4.5 million splash, not only did Wu Ji's original fans rally to his side, but a steady stream of newcomers stood behind him.
"What's wrong with you, Su Chen?"
The rising tension left Zhou Xiaofen at a loss. She tried to divert attention with the camera, but her eyes fell on Su Chen—his pallor was undeniable.
What was happening to him?
Could it be...
She suddenly recalled—Su Chen's background was quite ordinary.
Was he feeling ashamed because someone else had spent so much money on her?
Worry flickered in her expression.
"I'm fine," Su Chen said quickly, realizing his demeanor had betrayed him. He inhaled deeply, regaining his composure—at least on the surface.
But within, humiliation and rage coiled like fire.
"Are you really okay, Su Chen?"
Watching him, Zhou Xiaofen sensed the truth—he was hurting. And he was masking it, not wanting her to worry.
After a brief hesitation, she made a bold decision. She addressed the stream:
"Thank you to both 'I Really Have No Money' and 'I Am Pretty Boy' for your generous gifts. I truly appreciate your kindness."
"But let's bring this drama to an end. Thank you again for your support—I don't want you to spend any more money on my behalf."
What?
Her words stirred a storm in the streaming room.
She could've let them continue battling—raking in money all the while.
But now, she was calling it off?
Was she trying to protect Pretty Boy?
Or... was she giving him a way out?
Speculation swirled, but most viewers were impressed.
"Sister Zhou's got class. Turning down free money? That's rare."
"Seriously, Zhou-jie, you sure about this? This kind of money doesn't come every day."
"Let the battle continue! We want to see who truly reigns supreme!"
But at his computer, Chu Yi's expression darkened.
So this... was the power of the protagonist's luck?
He had the upper hand. Whether Su Chen fought back or stayed silent, victory was his.
But now Sister Zhou had intervened, smoothing over the conflict—trying to close the curtain.
Not happening.
He wasn't some fool to waste 4.5 million without a proper resolution.
A cold smirk touched his lips.
He'd once admired her. In a past life, her streams had brought him joy in darker times.
But now she had chosen Su Chen's side.
So be it.
Let the war begin.
He typed:
"So I dropped 4.5 million... for nothing?"
"I spent 2.5 million just to reach the threshold, and now you want to call it off? Tell me, why did I even spend that money?"
The moment his words hit the screen, the room erupted.
The viewers quickly grasped the meaning.
He wasn't just throwing money—he was fighting for justice. For revenge.
And now? No winner, no loser—just an awkward silence.
Unacceptable.
Comments surged forth like a tidal wave:
"Exactly! The man already spent 4.5 million—you think this just ends here?"
"At the very least, Pretty Boy should speak up or admit defeat. Don't just say 'stop.'"
"Fine, stop spending, but own up. If not, go work a nine-to-five somewhere."
"Right! This needs closure. We need a real outcome."
Each comment pierced Zhou Xiaofen like a blade, draining the color from her face.
She never thought it would come to this.
She just wanted Su Chen to feel a little better.
But now... it was spiraling out of control.
Tears welled up as she stared at the screen.
"Heh."
Chu Yi smirked.
No matter who you are—if you stand with the protagonist, don't expect mercy.
He'd make sure your pride shattered—scattered like beads struck to the ground.
Contempt glinted in his eyes.