Chapter 2: My Ex-Girlfriend Signed Me Up for a Romance Show

The text message on the phone clearly displayed Fang Zhou’s name, along with a WeChat ID, which made him instantly wary.

“Are scam texts this realistic nowadays?”

Reflecting on all the information he had filled out on various apps, Fang Zhou sighed and lamented, “It’s like running naked on the internet every day.”

The rich girl who had already teamed up with him heard this and asked, “What do you mean by running naked?”

Mei Chuan Ku Cha Zi’s voice sounded sweet, like honey-soaked dates, sugary and endearing.

Oops, he had forgotten he was supposed to play the game with the rich girl.

Fang Zhou cleared his throat and explained, “It’s nothing, just received a scam text saying I signed up for a romance show.”

He was a proper handsome guy; did he need to go on a romance show to find a girlfriend?

Moreover, he was currently in a good relationship with his girlfriend, so why would he need to look for another?

Looking at what’s in the bowl while eyeing what’s in the pot was clearly not his style.

“Ah, is the streamer going on a romance show? Which show?” Mei Chuan Ku Cha Zi asked curiously.

Fang Zhou casually started the game matchmaking and answered, “It’s called ‘Love 100%.'”

“The name sounds pretty decent.”

Fang Zhou chuckled and changed the subject.

“Are you a complete newbie?”

From her previous messages in the chat, it seemed like she hadn’t played this game before.

“Yes, it’s my first time playing. You have to teach me well.”

The soft girl’s voice sounded so cute, it triggered a strong protective instinct in him.

Fang Zhou had played games with fans many times and was used to similar situations.

“Don’t worry, leave it to me!”

However, when Mei Chuan Ku Cha Zi charged ahead with level three armor only to get killed and used the 8x scope to stargaze, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but laugh.

But he still dutifully protected the rich girl, trying his best to make her enjoy the game.

When the congratulatory message appeared, he heard the girl’s happy cheer through the headset.

“Wow! We won! That’s awesome!”

After playing three matches in a row, Fang Zhou’s livestream time for the day was almost up. Just as he was about to log off, a familiar ID popped into the chat.

“Soft Candy Bunny”: Yo, playing with a girl, huh?

Fang Zhou recalled that this was his girlfriend Song Qinghuan’s alternate account.

He quickly explained, “This is a new fan. She doesn’t know how to play, so I’m helping her. Don’t misunderstand…”

Before he could finish, “Soft Candy Bunny” typed a line of text on the screen.

“You have a girlfriend and you’re still playing with other girls? You scumbag! Let’s break up!”

After typing that, she left the livestream.

Fang Zhou was stunned for a moment and quickly told Mei Chuan Ku Cha Zi he was logging off.

He took out his phone and called Song Qinghuan, but it went straight to a busy signal.

“The number you dialed is busy. Please try again later.”

Fang Zhou was flabbergasted. He had played with female fans before, and Song Qinghuan had seen it. Why was she suddenly so angry this time?

And her reaction was so extreme, directly breaking up and not answering his calls or listening to explanations.

Fang Zhou could accept breaking up, but not breaking up like this.

And besides, only he had the right to initiate a breakup; Song Qinghuan couldn’t be an exception.

He decided to drive over to her place immediately.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, he encountered a couple walking out of the elevator with their arms around each other.

The woman, with a pure yet slightly seductive look, was none other than Song Qinghuan.

Fang Zhou’s anger surged.

He sneered and said, “Wow, you moved on pretty quickly.”

Upon seeing Fang Zhou, Song Qinghuan’s face showed a hint of panic but quickly returned to calm.

“What are you doing here? We’re already broken up.”

“Qinghuan, is this your outdated streamer ex-boyfriend? He doesn’t look like much,” the man beside Song Qinghuan laughed disdainfully.

Fang Zhou glanced at him. The man had a fat face, wearing a gold chain to show off his wealth, and his belly was almost turning into lard. The sight made Fang Zhou’s eyes hurt.

He sneered and retorted, “Didn’t know you had such heavy tastes now. Even a fat pig can catch your eye.”

The man, furious at being called a fat pig, looked ready to fight Fang Zhou.

Song Qinghuan stopped him, calming him down, “Brother, let me talk to him for a moment. Wait in the car.”

The man glared at Fang Zhou, his fat jiggling as he walked away.

“You saw it, right? He’s rich,” Song Qinghuan said, looking directly into Fang Zhou’s eyes.

Fang Zhou snorted, “I’ll have money too.”

He had been rich before; this was just a temporary setback.

Song Qinghuan shook her head, disappointment in her eyes, “My mom wants a two million dowry. When will you be able to come up with that?”

“How could you, with your current popularity?”

“Will you earn it by streaming non-stop for forty years, making five thousand a month?”

“Or will you save every penny for thirty years?”

Every question Song Qinghuan asked was a harsh reality.

No girl would stick with an outdated streamer forever, and she was no exception.

Fang Zhou closed his eyes, trying to explain, “I can talk to your mom about the dowry. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s fine. But why sell yourself?”

Yes, Fang Zhou felt Song Qinghuan was selling herself for the dowry.

Song Qinghuan shook her head, “No, money can solve 99% of problems. This is the life I want.”

“You overestimate me, Fang Zhou.”

Looking into his eyes, she said each word clearly, “I admit I just wanted an excuse to break up in the livestream.”

“If you hadn’t come, it would have been easier to keep you in the dark. But since you came, I’ll be straightforward.”

“Marrying a rich man, becoming a wealthy lady, enjoying life, that’s my dream.”

“And you can’t give me that.”

Song Qinghuan still looked as pure as the first time Fang Zhou saw her on the street, but her eyes had changed at some point.

Maybe Fang Zhou had never truly seen her.

He smirked and laughed.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll grant it.”

“But let me be clear, I’m the one who breaks up with you, Song Qinghuan.”

“You’re not worthy of me. Let’s break up.”

Fang Zhou firmly turned around, ready to leave.

But behind him, Song Qinghuan’s voice called out.

“Fang Zhou! I used my connections to sign you up for ‘Love 100%.’ You got a spot, so go for it.”