Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

“What happened to Brother Chen? Why is he hospitalized? Is his injury serious?”

Ling Sheng thought to herself, Didn’t the two of you cut ties? Why are you so worried? She knew that he had only seen the information in the front and not the back.
“Are you going to the hospital?”

Cheng Ye struggled in a dilemma for a long time before nodding vigorously.
He tugged at her arm.
“Sister Sheng Sheng, come with me!”

There was only that one piece of news released, and it did not mention how serious his injury was either.

Ling Sheng had her own plans.
She saw that this was an opportunity for the two of them to reconcile.
She did not tell him how his injury was, but she would brush over it ambiguously when he asked.

Cheng Ye was even more worried.
If he did not go to the hospital, he would not be able to put his heart at ease.

Nangong Lengyu and the others were worried and wanted to follow them.

Ling Sheng had said that too many people would affect the patient’s rest, so she had not let them go.

Nangong Lengyu went home alone, packed her things, and cooked their meals personally.
When she saw that it was already noon but her daughter was not back yet, she wanted to call her to ask, but she was afraid that she would find her annoying.

After the food was covered properly, she sat on the sofa and scrolled through her phone.
The eye-catching headline on Weibo was: Best Actor Huo Ci’s live-stream at 12 o’clock sharp!

She frowned, her eyes full of mockery.
If it was a live-stream, so be it.
Why did he have to be on the hottest searches? There were so many celebrities in the entertainment circle.
Did he think he was impressive? Did he think that a small matter like eating, drinking, and shitting could make him trend on the hottest searches?

#Best Actor Huo Ci’s lunch mukbang[1]#

[Ahhh, has my Old Huo gone crazy? Why is he streaming? I’m a little scared!]

[This is the Best Actor’s first live-stream.
I’ll definitely support you!]

[Come, guess how many people are in the live-stream? I’ll give you two chances.
Don’t worry and guess boldly!]

10 million?

20 million?

[I’ll be conservative and give you a middle number.
15 million!]

Nangong Lengyu scanned the comments carelessly.
She knew that Huo Ci had never done a live-stream before, so she was 100% sure that he had a motive for posting a teaser on Weibo with such fanfare.
She clicked into the live-stream.

It was already 11:55 a.m.
Huo Ci prepared his phone and waved at Xiaoqi.
“Scram, scram to the side.
Don’t come into the camera!”

Xiaoqi looked at Grandpa strangely.
“Grandpa, what are you doing?”

Huo Ci smiled.
“Filming a mukbang to earn money to support you.”

Xiaoqi spread his arms and gestured.
“But Grandpa, can’t you earn a lot of money by filming? How can you earn money at home?”

“Do you have 100,000 whys?” Huo Ci made him move to the side.
He had already started the live-stream and was greeting the camera.
“Sorry, I just got up.
I haven’t had time to wash my face yet.”

The live comments started to appear.
The Little Cis had already discussed this.
This was the first time they had seen him do a live-stream, so naturally, they would praise him first and encourage him.
They would make him happy and satisfied, to better prepare for the countless live-streams that would follow.

[Ahhh, today is also the day I scream like a groundhog for my Huo’s godly good looks!]

[He’s indeed my husband.
Even from a straight man’s dead shooting angle[2], he’s extremely handsome!]

[Aww! Every frame is so heart throbbing!]

[Ci, what kind of god are you? You are perfect from your hair to your feet.]

[Sisters, start taking screenshots! It’s time to change our phones’ wallpapers again.]

[My Ci wants to use reality to tell you guys: Life is a magazine pictorial.]

Nangong Lengyu looked at the wave after wave of colorful flattery on the bullet screen and sneered coldly.
If they knew their account owner’s true self, she wondered if they would still praise him like this too!

[1] Mukbang is a widespread Korean term for an ‘eating broadcast’.

[2] 死亡角度 is literally translated to ‘dead shooting angle’ but means that such a shooting angle reveals all of the person’s flaws so one will usually look very ugly.

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