An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Mrs. Hill's house.

The warm yellow lights in the restaurant shone on the long tables, and the air was filled with the aroma of pan-fried salmon and rich mashed potatoes.

On the table were several classic American dinners that had been heated at least three times, the slightly dry and tough meat smelling particularly cold in the delicate atmosphere.

Lynn and Mrs. Hill sat facing each other, while Katie silently occupied the other side.

Although the three of them looked like a family of three sharing a room, the atmosphere at the dining table was extremely strange.

The slight, grating sound of the knife scraping against the porcelain plate became the only background noise at that moment.

Mrs. Hill lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the turmoil within.

That usually charming face was now tense, and she was even careful with her breathing, afraid that a single glance would give her away to her daughter.

Katie, on the other hand, was like a frightened quail, completely unable to look Lynn in the eye.

The considerable profits she made on OF caused a subtle change in her mindset.

Lynn, however, was an exception, remaining calm and even chewing with relish.

Kane's deep eyes swept aggressively back and forth between the two men.

That almost scrutinizing gaze made them both feel as if they were being looked at.

Five minutes later, Katie finally couldn't stand the suffocating silence anymore.

She hastily put down her fork, stood up, and wiped her mouth: "I'm finished eating. I'm going upstairs now."

She turned to leave, but for some inexplicable reason, she stopped and looked back.

Just then, Lynn looked up at her, his eyes full of amusement.

Lynn didn't speak, but moved her lips very subtly, giving a silent signal: "Wait for me."

Katie's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an electric current. She hurriedly looked away and fled upstairs like a startled fawn.

Watching her swaying figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, Lynn smiled silently.

I got back a bit late today, so I won't film anymore. Filming continuously would make the video look cheap.

Producing too much data in a short period of time will dilute the hype; we need to let the data run for a while.

The main reason for meeting with Katie tonight was to reconcile accounts, but more importantly, to optimize the next shooting strategy based on the data profiles of the current paying users.

After all, in this era, even those who skirt the edges will eventually be swept away by the cruel tide if they don't continuously learn and evolve.

"Lin...eat more."

A long, soft whisper, seemingly hooked, forcefully pulled Lynn back to reality.

He looked up and met Mrs. Hill's alluring eyes.

At this moment, Mrs. Hill was like a bottle of strong liquor whose seal had been broken, her eyes filled with such intense longing that they were almost overflowing.

"Oh? I really can't eat anymore."

Lynn put down his knife and fork, glanced at Mrs. Hill's breasts, which were squeezed so tightly they were almost deformed, and smiled: "After all, I need to save room for some fresher dessert fruit."

Mrs. Hill lowered her head, followed Lynn's gaze and looked down at herself, instantly understanding.

"Then you'd better hurry... it won't taste good if it gets cold."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn suddenly froze on the spot, motionless.

Looking down, I saw that the red-soled high heels under the table were empty.

Mrs. Hill's two pairs of bound feet were already...

"What's going on?" Lynn simply leaned back in his chair.

He looked down at the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"How about a massage..." Mrs. Hill's voice was barely audible.

"Using only your feet?"

Mrs. Hill paused for a moment, then instantly understood after just two seconds.

He gritted his teeth and didn't say another word, his body shrinking further until he was out of sight.

Seeing this, Lynn closed her eyes with satisfaction.

pat~

Lynn took out his lighter, lit a Marlboro, and was about to take a deep drag when he paused slightly.

It must be said that Marlboro's staying power is indeed very strong.

A few minutes later, Lynn was about to put out his cigarette.

"Bang!"

The door to the second-floor room was suddenly flung open, and Katie's anxious voice rang out: "Mom! Mom, where are you?!"

Lynn's languid body tensed instantly, and she immediately looked over.

"MOM! MOM!" Katie's shouts grew closer.

"Ahem!"

Lynn coughed twice, trying to make her voice sound calm: "Stop shouting, your mother went to the convenience store to buy something, she's not here right now."

"Huh? Going out so late?" Katie's voice clearly carried a hint of suspicion.

"Yes, they just left, two minutes ago." Lynn's expression remained calm and composed.

"Okay then..." Katie mumbled a couple of times and didn't say anything more.

As the second-floor door slammed shut again, Lynn finally felt a sense of relief.

After a pause, Lynn lowered her eyes and said, "Alright, you can come out now."

A few seconds later, Mrs. Hill straightened up, her exquisite makeup looking somewhat disheveled.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill rolled her eyes at Lynn and pointed to her slightly sore cheek.

He immediately rushed towards the bathroom without looking back.

"..."

Lynn understood instantly.

Watching the other person's unsteady back as they looked towards the second floor, he quickly made up his mind.

This is enough time to have a friendly chat with Katie.

With a smile, Lynn straightened her collar and walked up to the second floor.

……

"Knock knock!"

Lynn lightly knocked on the door with her knuckles, and before anyone could respond, the doorknob was already turned.

"They're here! They're here!"

Katie's voice came from behind the door, sounding somewhat urgent: "Mom, what were you doing just now? I have pimples on my back, please help me apply them quickly..."

With a creak, the door swung open.

Katie had her long hair down and was wearing only a loose silk nightgown with the neckline wide open, revealing a large expanse of her smooth, jade-like collarbone.

When she realized that the person standing at the door was not her mother but Lynn, the rest of her words choked in her throat.

"Why is it you?"

Katie's pretty face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. She panicked and took two steps back, frantically trying to pull up the collar of her nightgown.

"Oh? Why can't it be me?"

Lynn shrugged, swaggered into the room, and closed the door behind her, her movements as natural as if she were returning to her own bedroom: "Don't forget I live here too. I can go wherever I want."

Katie opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't utter a word.

That suffocating feeling of being controlled by Lynn swept over him again.

Furthermore, she found herself seemingly getting used to Lynn's attitude.

"How are the stats today?" Lynn sat down with an air of nonchalance, casually pointing at the screen. "Also, give me a cigarette."

Katie bit her lower lip, somewhat reluctantly but still obediently took out her lighter and lit Lynn's cigarette.

"Not bad...not bad."

"I want to hear specific numbers." Lynn frowned, tapped his finger on the table, making a dull sound.

"oh oh."

Katie nodded repeatedly, then tremblingly opened the backend again.

When the number [701] came into view, Lynn's originally lazy eyes instantly flashed with a sharp glint like a cheetah.

701 subscribers!

If he remembers correctly, he only had a little over 200 subscribers yesterday!

It has more than tripled!

The number of paying users has doubled, which means that the video's explosive popularity far exceeded expectations.

Thump! Thump!

Suppressing his surging thoughts, Lynn quickly made a mental calculation.

701 subscribers, each subscription costing $29.90, after deducting the platform's 20% commission and Katie's 20% share.

All things considered, tonight's stable net profit will exceed ten thousand dollars!

Ten thousand dollars!

In comparison, the hard-earned money from suturing wounds as an unlicensed doctor is nothing at all.

"Indeed, yellow is the primary driving force of human civilization."

Lynn exhaled a smoke ring, a playful smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, Katie, standing behind him, was fidgeting with her fingers, glancing between Lynn and the window, clearly preoccupied.

"Speak your mind." Lynn keenly noticed Katie's unusual behavior.

"Are you... are you still filming tonight?" Katie muttered softly.

"No filming today, just a debriefing." Lynn turned her chair around and stared straight at her. "Open the comments section and read them aloud."

"What? Read...read those?" Katie's eyes widened, a look of disbelief and embarrassment flashing across her face.

"Yes, read it aloud."

Lynn pointed to the extremely explicit and vulgar language on the screen: "Only by facing this feedback will you know where the selling point of your borderline actions lies. This is called market research, understand?"

"But……"

"Shut up! Do you still want your share of the profits?"

Before Katie could speak, Lynn killed her instantly.

"Okay... alright."

Seeing Lynn's serious expression, Katie had no choice but to grit her teeth and look at the screen.

"This...this comment says..."

Katie's voice was barely audible halfway through her reading, and her cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed.

"Not enough, louder, and with emotion."

Lynn's tone was flat, seemingly expressionless: "We might be recording a special episode about reading comments later! Be serious!"

Katie gritted her teeth, seemingly wanting to refuse.

But under Lynn's oppressive gaze, he stubbornly continued reading.

As time went by, the sound began to become more peaceful.

In the end, the voice became smoother with a slight tremor.

"Have you remembered the key details?"

"I...I've got it." Katie's eyes darted away.

"That's good, that's all for today." Lynn turned around and prepared to leave.

Katie had just breathed a sigh of relief when Lynn suddenly stopped in her tracks: "By the way, you just said you had pimples on your back?"

"Huh?" Katie stepped back warily. "What's wrong?"

"Apply the medicine."

Lynn's tone left no room for argument: "Your health is a core asset. Acne will affect your online traffic. Your mother doesn't have time to manage you, but I have the right to control you!"

"This..." Katie's pupils dilated in shock: "But the pimples are on my back..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Lynn interrupted impatiently, "It's not like you haven't seen it before. Hurry up, I don't have much time."

Katie struggled with this internally for a long time.

Finally, under Lynn's unyielding gaze, she blushed and turned around: "Then...then you turn around first!"

"Ugh, what a hassle."

Lynn turned around and soon heard rustling sounds behind him.

"Okay," Katie whispered a few minutes later.

Lynn turned around and saw Katie lying on the bed, her snow-white back exposed.

Under the cool white light, her skin was fair and delicate, exuding an amazing girlish charm.

Seeing everything clearly made Lynn's Adam's apple bob.

But soon, he picked up the cotton swab with a normal expression.

"Is it... all applied?"

Katie's voice trembled even with her eyes closed, her nails dug deep into her palms, and her toes almost dug through the bed frame.

"Okay, all done."

After applying the ointment, Lynn left without a second thought, tossing it aside.

He's very angry right now and needs to go see Mrs. Hill immediately.

boom!

The room fell silent as the door slammed shut.

Katie lay on the bed for a long time, unable to get up. She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and her body trembled slightly.

a long time.

She looked back at the empty doorway, and a sense of inexplicable loss welled up in her heart.

Is my body really that unattractive?

……