A pretty live streamer beckons, and a lewd male protagonist hooks her up.

"Meow~"

—Hey, your steamed bun smells so good, can I have a bite?

Wen Ruan lowered her head.

A tabby cat sat gracefully on the stone steps, its eyes fixed on a steamed bun. It was clearly drooling with desire, but it pretended to be reserved by licking the fur on its paws, waiting for someone with good taste to feed it.

Seeing that Wen Ruan hadn't made a move, Sang Biao called out again in dissatisfaction.

As a result, because he hadn't sung in a long time, what came out of his mouth was a pig's squeal.

"puff--"

Are you hungry too?

Wen Ruan suppressed a laugh, squatted down, broke off a piece of steamed bun, put it to her lips, carefully blew on it to cool it down, and then handed it to the tabby cat's mouth. "Here you go, eat slowly, no rush, I have plenty more here."

The tabby cat wagged its tail and slowly approached.

It first sniffed Wen Ruan's fingers, and after getting used to the smell, it took bite after bite of the steamed bun, making gurgling sounds in its throat.

"Want more?" Wen Ruan asked.

Sang Biao opened his mouth: "Meow!"

As the meowing subsided, five or six kittens immediately appeared from around the corner, hopping and skipping towards this side in a low voice.

—Brother Biao, where can I get some food?

—It's white steamed buns! They smell so good, I'm going to faint!

They all gathered around Wen Ruan, some nuzzling her head eagerly, others rolling around comfortably on the ground, their bellies exposed, their eyes gazing at her, wanting her to touch them...

"Meow~"

Passersby stopped in their tracks to watch this massive display of feline affection.

"When did so many cats appear here?"

"Ahhh, I really want to bring one home!"

"So you can win over so many cats with just steamed buns? I have to try it sometime!"

Feeling a little embarrassed by being watched by so many people, the tips of her ears, hidden under her hair, turned slightly red.

She quickened her pace, tearing the remaining steamed buns into small pieces and giving them all to the cat. Then, stroking the tabby cat's head, she whispered a compliment:

"Sang Biao, you're amazing! You're the boss of so many cats!"

Sang Biao proudly raised his head and rubbed against Wen Ruan's palm.

As Wen Ruan felt the furry texture under her hand, she remembered something, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

Sang Biao noticed her low spirits and called out to her.

"Meow~"

—Human, if you give a cat food, the cat will give you something in return.

Sang Biao jumped down the stone steps, glanced back at Wen Ruan, signaling her to follow, and led the way with its tail held high.

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then got up and followed Sang Biao.

Wen Ruan's legs were about to give way after walking countless streets, but Sang Biao didn't seem tired at all.

Finally, she saw Sang Biao stop in front of a flower shop, skillfully turn inside, and come out with a beautiful white orchid in his mouth.

"Meow!"

—Cheer up, and I'll send you flowers!

Consider this as payment for the food we just ate.

Having roamed the underworld for so many years, Sang Biao knows the ways of dealing with people and is not the kind of rogue who runs away after getting benefits.

Sang Biao gently held the flower stem in his mouth with his sharp teeth, not daring to bite hard, and tilted his head back as if waiting for Wen Ruan to take it.

Wen Ruan carefully took the flower branch, tapped Sang Biao's nose, and sighed, "Sang Biao, flowers cost money, you can't just pick them."

Sang Biao tilted his head and meowed again.

—No need, the boss here is just as nice to you. If you help him catch mice, you can get free flowers!

"Is that so...?"

Wen Ruan smiled and gently carried the orchid inside.

The flower shop wasn't big, but it was decorated very nicely. Wen Ruan didn't look around much; she just walked over there after finding the person.

There was only one man in the shop, very tall and thin.

With his back to Wen Ruan, wearing a khaki apron around his waist, he was intently inserting a rose into the prepared floral foam.

Wen Ruan asked crisply, "Boss, how much is this flower?"

Upon hearing this, the man turned around.

The moment she saw his face clearly, Wen Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Shi Qing, what are you doing here!"

Fu Shiqing never expected to see Wen Ruan in the store.

He caught a glimpse of the orchid in Wen Ruan's hand, his eyes flickering slightly: "What a coincidence, baby, you're here to buy flowers?"

Wen Ruan turned her head and saw that Sang Biao had already run across the street. She nodded and replied, "Okay!"

"So it's true that you own a flower shop in the city."

She grew a little bolder and curiously looked around the small shop.

"Is there anything you like?"

Fu Shiqing smiled and said, "If you like it, you can take it with you."

Since he'd just give away any unsold stock anyway, he might as well give it to Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan shook her head. "Were you arranging flowers just now?"

"Hmm, do you want to learn? I'll teach you..."

Meanwhile, Shen Jinghe stood coldly at the door of Wen Ruan's house.

He stared at the open wooden door, unsure of what to say.

The little swindler didn't even close the door properly before leaving...

What if a thief comes?

What if a bad guy hides in here?

Shen Jinghe simply couldn't believe it.

A gust of wind came by, and with a creak, the door opened even wider.

The conman's house was so small that you could see everything at a glance.

The whole room was decorated in warm colors and was clean and tidy, with moldy and mottled walls covered with old newspapers.

To the right of the entrance is a small shoe cabinet with keychains on top. Further ahead is Wen Ruan's live-streaming area.

A table and gaming chair bought for a few dozen yuan on Pinduoduo, with a spotlight in front of it and cartoon stickers on the background wall.

On the right is a small bed covered with a pink four-piece bedding set; it's really tiny.

Shen Jinghe measured it with his eyes; it was roughly 1.2 meters by 2 meters...

To the left of the house is a narrow kitchen and toilet.

The only window is between the kitchen and the live-streaming area, with a few freshly washed clothes hanging out to dry.

It was hand-washed and not wrung out very well; it's still dripping wet.

There's not much of a view outside the window, just rows and rows of old buildings.

Shen Jinghe didn't go in; he just stood outside the door, motionless, watching for who knows how long.

The initial anger vanished completely, replaced by heartache and annoyance.

He transferred so much money to the con artist, and the con artist lives in such a small place?

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a slum.

Could I be any worse to myself?

Shen Jinghe gripped his phone, glanced at the bright red exclamation mark on the screen, and his heart sank.

Actually, he regretted it as soon as he sent the message suggesting they meet.

After all, he and Wen Ruan had only known each other for a month. Meeting them now would be too fast, and he was afraid of scaring her.

As soon as the message of regret was sent, I found myself blocked and deleted without even a word of explanation.

"Little liar."

"Heartless..."

Shen Jinghe cursed in a low voice.

Perhaps Wen Ruan was just too timid?

Shen Jinghe decided to give Wen Ruan a little more time.

He stared at the room for a moment, and before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the door tightly for Wen Ruan.