Chapter 871 – Northern Overlord (Part 8)
Today is the joyous day of Han Mei’s wedding.
Jiang Pengji had announced it days in advance, and the audience in the red bullet comments were all poised and ready, showing off their lightning-fast reflexes built over decades of singlehood.
In the frenzy, the red-to-blue comment ratio reached a ridiculous 24:1.
In a live stream capped at 850,000, there were a whopping 816,000 red viewers!
Even so, many red viewers were still complaining, griping about the blue comments hogging the space without contributing any worthwhile chatter.
When Xu Ke and Xun Mei got married, Jiang Pengji was only a level 4 host, with a live stream limit of 150,000.
By the time it was Li Yun and Shangguan Wan’s turn to wed, Jiang Pengji had already reached level 6, raising her stream limit to 850,000.
You can only imagine how insane the donations were that day.
Small donations aside, those big-ticket donations announced in the live stream came pouring in like an explosive eruption, flooding every corner of the screen and showing no sign of stopping. If viewers didn’t block the donation effects, they could hardly see the content of the live stream.
Such a spectacle left the blue comment viewers staring in disbelief.
What’s the point of celebrating the wedding of people they barely knew, especially without broadcasting the bedroom antics? What were these crazy fans so happy about?
The red comment viewers were all for it!
【Your Mom Knows You’re Coming】: I’m heartbroken; my husband is marrying another woman, and I’m still donating wedding gifts—what a tragedy.
After sending this comment, this rich viewer waved their hands, tossing out 99 luxurious private helicopters.
【Hang Yourself on the Southeast Branch】: I’m different from you flashy peasants; I’m marrying off my son!
No sooner had this comment been posted than a similar lavish donation followed, with a heartfelt note—this was a dowry for Han Mei!
Li Yun is good-looking, has a great temper, and his personality has that delightful opposites-attract charm, hitting the sweet spots for both the “Girlfriend Faction” and the “Mommy Faction.”
What’s even scarier is that these people are not only willful, but they’re also filthy rich.
Aside from last year’s earthquake in the capital, Jiang Pengji had never actively solicited donations from the audience. Over the years, many viewers had complained about how their cash had nowhere to go. Now, with a legitimate opportunity to splurge, wouldn’t they go all-out?
They also wanted the other live streams to see that their stream had big spenders too!
【Old Driver Alliance】: In the blink of an eye, even single dog Li Yun is getting married. Host, aren’t you considering pushing for Meng Ren?
Immediately, countless comments jumped on the bandwagon, flooding the screen with wedding urgings that left Jiang Pengji chuckling in disbelief.
【Host V】: The frog isn’t even fully boiled yet; you’ll hear the good news when it’s done!
While watching the officiant lead the wedding, Jiang Pengji chatted with the audience, picking out content that caught her interest to respond to.
【Si Nuo Si】: Host, with all these donations today, aren’t you considering giving Han Mei a raise?
【Host V】: Of course, there’ll be a raise! I’ll convert a portion into gold and silver as a dowry for Wan’er, and I’ll even prepare a big red envelope for Han Mei!
Jiang Pengji rarely interacted with her audience, but seeing her in a good mood today, many idle viewers eagerly chimed in.
【Hallelujah】: By the way, it’s Han Mei’s wedding today. As the leader, you can’t only increase her salary!
【Host V】: Indeed, that won’t do! So I’ve prepared another super surprise gift that will absolutely astonish you!
Jiang Pengji smiled mysteriously, heights of curiosity piqued among the idle viewers.
However, she cleverly kept her lips sealed, refusing to let slip even a hint.
This wedding was way different from what viewers imagined; one notable aspect was that the bride didn’t have to wait in the bridal chamber. Instead, they could change into new festive attire and toast with their guests. While Jiang Pengji was chatting privately with the audience, the newlyweds had already approached her for a toast. Looking at the beaming Li Yun and the shy Shangguan Wan, she briefly felt as though she had married off both a son and a daughter.
Having drunk some wine, Jiang Pengji suddenly said, “I sent a special gift, and it’s already reached your home. Remember, don’t open it until tomorrow. You definitely can’t see it today. That thing… let’s just say it’s a bit unlucky, and I wouldn’t want to spoil your joy.”
Li Yun and Shangguan Wan were puzzled, but since Jiang Pengji had specifically instructed, they wouldn’t dare go against it.
As Li Yun had a poor tolerance for alcohol, none of his colleagues pushed him too hard either.
At least they ensured he stumbled into the bridal chamber, preventing a drunken fiasco where the bride would be left waiting alone.
Shangguan Wan and a maid helped Li Yun to the bridal chamber, while Changsheng, playing nearby, also wanted to join the fun with her short legs.
“Gentlemen must not peek!”
Feng Yi pulled her back, placing her beside Qi Guanrang’s daughter.
Though Changsheng wasn’t that small, she certainly felt heavy, and Feng Yi huffed a little after just a few steps.
“Why not?”
Feng Yi replied sternly, “Because gentlemen.”
Compared to the lively Changsheng, Qi Guanrang’s daughter was much quieter, shy and withdrawn.
“What’s a gentleman?” Changsheng, now able to speak in sentences, yet struggled with enunciation.
“Not doing things one shouldn’t do.”
Feng Yi lifted his eyes slightly, glancing at Changsheng’s chubby, meat-filled face, wanting to pinch it, but he restrained himself.
Nearby, Feng Zhen noticed his son’s thoughts and a mischievous glimmer sparked in him.
In front of his son, he pinched Changsheng’s cheek, causing Feng Yi’s eyes to widen in surprise, the slightest hint of reproach flashing across his features.
“Take good care of the two little sisters.”
Feng Zhen was satisfied to see his son’s expression change; it was a lot livelier than before.
Wei Ci watched the father-son interaction, shaking his head in amusement.
But after the laughter faded, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, Feng Zhen’s only son Feng Yi had died before reaching ten years old.
The reason for Feng Yi’s untimely demise was quite tragic.
Back then, Feng Zhen was already past thirty, misled by others’ flattery, mistakenly believing Cold Food Powder had health benefits.
One time when the powder took effect, Feng Yi accidentally stumbled upon it.
Young and naïve, Feng Yi thought his father was gravely ill and hurried off to find a doctor.
Little did he know, the ground was slick with moss, and as he ran, he fell and crashed right into the courtyard’s water pool.
Feng Yi was a preterm birth, with a much weaker constitution than his father.
This was early spring, and the cold wind was biting; the pool water was icy to the bone.
When he unexpectedly fell in, it was no surprise he fell ill, with a sickness deeply embedding itself in his lungs.
Within a couple of days, he passed away.
Now, having given up the Cold Food Powder, perhaps Feng Yi could have grown up safely?
However—if Feng Yi grew up smoothly, would Feng Zhen still harbor thoughts of remarrying and having a child with his stepmother?
Without Feng You, wouldn’t there be one less trustworthy person to assist Jiang Yan?
Come to think of it, Feng You was also considered his son-in-law from his previous life.
Perhaps due to drunkenness, Wei Ci muttered something under his breath that happened to be caught by Feng Zhen’s keen ears.
“What Feng You?”
Wei Ci, already nearly drunk, replied, “Don’t let your Feng You bring disaster to my daughter, Jiang Yan.”
Feng Zhen chuckled, “Feng You? Who’s that? And who’s Jiang Yan?”
Wei Ci said, “Your son, my daughter.”
Feng Zhen: “…”
A single dog who hasn’t even got married yet is already dreaming of a daughter?
