Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiang Yiting rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while.

"To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it before. I was only focused on doing well in my career and bringing better content to the audience." Her voice softened. "Now... well, I guess I'll be more family-oriented."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Chen Bainian.

Chen Bainian met her gaze naturally, without flinching or asking any questions.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled at the same time, as if they had instantly understood what the other was saying but hadn't said.

Jiang Yiting lowered her head and took a sip of the now lukewarm soup, then changed the subject: "Speaking of career, I've really run into a troublesome matter today, and I'd like to ask you for your advice."

She recounted in detail how Zhou Xingyu had talked to her that afternoon about starting a company together.

This includes Zhou Xingyu's analysis of the industry's prospects, his assumptions about building his personal brand, and his actions of privately contacting investors and colleagues.

After listening patiently, Chen Bainian finally understood what she meant by saying "I was tricked by that old fox again" that afternoon.

Despite Zhou Xingyu's nice words, the core issue here is actually Jiang Yiting.

He wants to leverage the current traffic of the "12th Floor" ID in the hosting section to gather these resources.

Chen Bainian put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then said, "From the perspective of your future development, you do need professionals to handle things like business dealings and negotiations."

If this company can truly take over these troublesome tasks for you, allowing you to focus on content creation, that would certainly be a good thing.

Chen Bainian analyzed in a rational and objective tone: "However, the most crucial question is, what do you, Teacher Jiang, think?"

"I'm a little tempted, but I'm also a little afraid of the hassle." Jiang Yiting pursed her lips, speaking frankly, "I'm afraid they'll dump all the management and operations on me, but all I want to do is play games and create good live stream content..."

Chen Bainian couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, secretly thinking: This is indeed very Jiang Yiting.

After a moment's thought, he offered a suggestion: "You could try to contact the investor Zhou Xingyu mentioned first, see what kind of person he is, whether he's easy to get along with, and whether he'll interfere with the content."

If that person is quite assertive, then future collaborations will definitely not be very comfortable.

Jiang Yiting nodded, agreeing with Chen Bainian's point.

"Of course, if there's enough time," Chen Bainian paused, a hint of a smile in his voice, "we could wait until my earnings from 'Getting Ridge' this month arrive. Maybe then I can become Mr. Jiang's investor."

"Huh?" Jiang Yiting's eyes widened instantly. "Little brother, how much money have you actually made with 'Getting Over It'?"

She had paid attention to sales figures in the early days, but hadn't inquired about them in detail since then. She only knew that "Getting Over It" had been on the bestseller list for a month.

"It's about 700,000 units." Chen Bainian's tone remained calm, and he didn't seem to care that she was asking about this. "If we don't count the 100,000 units settled last month, we'll settle the revenue of 600,000 units this month. Moreover, the proportion from overseas high-priced regions is even higher this time. I estimate that the after-tax income will exceed 10 million."

"Ten million?!" Jiang Yiting exclaimed softly, her eyes widening slightly. "Little brother, you're about to become a multi-millionaire!"

She jokingly slapped the table: "Looks like I'll have to work even harder, or you'll leave me far behind!"

At that moment, what welled up in Jiang Yiting's heart was not the pressure of traditional concepts about whether men and women were well-matched or not.

Rather, it's a competitive spirit that hopes the two can always walk side by side and make progress together.

Just like when the two first collaborated on "Getting Over It".

At that time, one of them was a small streamer with few viewers, and the other was a small producer of games with few players.

That was their common starting point.

The knowing smiles exchanged during the discussion about the future seemed to subtly point to a warm, shared future.

Chen Bainian could roughly guess what Jiang Yiting was thinking, and added gently, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. What I admire is the Jiang Yiting who lives freely and easily."

Chen Bainian paused, his tone becoming more sincere, his gaze softening as he looked at her face: "Just like the song 'The Restaurant' says, I'm willing to be your 'tether', so that when you're tired, you have a place you can lean on without worry."

Jiang Yiting's heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time Chen Bainian had expressed his appreciation so directly, saying "I'm willing."

These words contain no fancy language or exaggerated promises; they are simply simple and genuine.

Jiang Yiting met his gentle and frank eyes, and suddenly smiled with relief: "Okay."

It would be good if this matter could be accomplished.

Even if it doesn't work out, she will still be "the 12th floor," she will still be Jiang Yiting.

It's nothing serious.

After Jiang Yiting uttered "Okay," the restaurant was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint sound of the "big brother" next to her diligently licking his paws and washing his face.

A tacit understanding that needs no words flows quietly between the two.

Jiang Yiting lowered her head and used her chopsticks to gather the last bit of crab meat in the bowl together.

The slight confusion in her heart caused by her career choice was gently dispelled by Chen Bainian's simple and sincere words.

Just then, the silence was broken by the buzzing of a cell phone.

Chen Bainian glanced at the lit screen and a smile unconsciously crept onto his face.

He picked up his phone and gestured towards Jiang Yiting: "It's my sister."

Then he answered the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Jingjing, have you eaten yet?"

"Have you eaten yet, bro? Did you receive the crabs? Mom insisted I ask, she's worried the delivery might be unreliable and the crabs might get bored on the way." A clear and lively female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Received it, eating it now." Chen Bainian glanced at the half-finished battleground on the table. "They were all alive and kicking when I got them, just as fresh as when they were first caught at home."

"That's good." Chen Jing, the younger sister, was clearly relieved. Then, she changed the subject, mimicking her mother's earnest tone, and said, word by word, "Mom told you not to be stingy. You can't eat all those crabs by yourself. Remember to share some with the neighbors and friends. When you're over there alone, you need to get along well with people so you can look out for each other..."

Chen Bainian laughed as he listened.

How could he not understand the key point in those words?

It wasn't that she was worried about not being able to finish the crabs; she was clearly trying to find out indirectly whether he was still "alone."

"I know, I gave some to Grandpa Qin who helped me find a house, and to Grandpa Ye in the neighborhood who took good care of me, and to my colleagues as well," Chen Bainian interrupted his sister.

He glanced at Jiang Yiting, who was sitting opposite him sipping her soup, paused, and added in a steady voice, "Besides, I'm not the only one eating here now."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yiting looked up at him when she heard his words.

This time, he no longer hid the fact that he was just joking about being the "big brother," but instead frankly and openly stated that "it wasn't just him."

Then, Chen Jing's voice, noticeably higher then forcefully lowered, came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, what's going on? Am I going to have a sister-in-law?"

As she said this, the faint sounds of her parents asking questions could be heard from the other end of the phone.