Chapter 142—Who Would Put Up with a Boyfriend Who Couldn’t Perform?

"What? You're asking me why we broke up?"

"My darlings, I didn't two-time anyone. It’s Gu Beicheng. He… he won't let me touch him! He won't even give me a hug."

The woman’s demeanor shifted drastically. She was a complete contrast to the cold, sharp-tongued person she had been just moments ago on the livestream. Now, Mu Ran looked like an innocent, inexperienced girl who had been hurt and deceived in love. Her eyes began to well up with moisture, and she deliberately pouted her lips. The sight was nothing short of pitiful.

The fans in the livestream were frantic upon seeing their goddess like this.

The chat exploded:
[How could Gu Beicheng be like this! I’m so furious!]
[Is Gu Beicheng a typical Scorpio scumbag?]
[So what if he’s the CEO of Chengxing? What’s wrong with our Ran-Ran?]

In an instant, the comments accusing Mu Ran of infidelity vanished, replaced by waves of sympathy for her and condemnation for Gu Beicheng.

"Sigh, who could endure a boyfriend who refuses to be touched? Don't worry, my darlings, I'm doing just fine now."

Gu Beicheng: "..."

He didn't know what to do with Mu Ran, so he had no choice but to make his presence known in the livestream. He entered Mu Ran’s channel, clicked on the gift icon, and sent ten cruise ships in a row.

The chat exploded:
[Our top supporter is so generous! A real tycoon!]
[Could it be the same man who hugged Mu Ran at the airport last time?]
[Ran-Ran! Don't be sad, if Gu Beicheng doesn't work out, we'll find someone else!]
[That's right! Ran-Ran! You didn't two-time anyone!]

Netizens nowadays are like reeds blowing in the wind. They had been sneering at Mu Ran just moments ago, but seeing her teary-eyed, they instantly switched from haters to fans, even sending gifts to comfort her.

[I am Gu Beicheng.]

Seeing the netizens encouraging Mu Ran to find another man, Gu Beicheng felt a surge of gloom, a flash of murderous intent crossing his dark eyes. He gripped his phone tightly and typed: *I am Gu Beicheng.*

But the livestream had too many viewers, all busy comforting Mu Ran and attacking him; his comment was buried within seconds. Only Mu Ran saw that message filled with resentment and frustration.

Mu Ran lifted her chin. Before the tears in her eyes could be wiped away, she curled her lips into a smile at Gu Beicheng, her fox-like eyes glinting with the triumph of a successful scheme.

"Ran-Ran..." Gu Beicheng chuckled helplessly, resting his palm on his forehead and shaking his head at her. His Ran-Ran was truly a grudge-holder.

However, his insistence on keeping distance between them earlier had been a forced measure. He wanted to be close to her, but he was afraid of hurting her. Every time he got close, he could clearly feel her body stiffen, the cold sweat on her temples, and her stubborn endurance. She had a headache, and it pained his heart.

Gu Beicheng lowered his head, changed his livestream account name to his own, and entered Mu Ran’s channel again, continuing to send gifts.

The chat exploded:
[The top supporter is Gu Beicheng!]
[Chasing his wife all the way to the livestream.]
[I don't believe it! Didn't Mu Ran say they broke up?]
[Maybe he realized how good she was after they broke up.]

Watching the cruise ships and carnivals flashing across the screen, Mu Ran’s mouth twitched involuntarily. She thought to herself: *What a waste!*

It would have been so much better if he had just transferred the money to her! The platform took a cut of these gifts!

Perhaps noticing her conflicted and regretful expression, Gu Beicheng chuckled, his eyes filled with indulgence. His slender, well-defined fingers tapped on the screen.

"Your friend Gu Beicheng has transferred 1,000,000 to you—"

The notification sound from a banking app on Mu Ran’s phone rang out. The livestream erupted again. One shock followed another. Gu Beicheng was truly Gu Beicheng! Not only was he dropping massive gifts in the stream, but he casually transferred a million in private!

Was Mu Ran being kept by a sugar daddy?

"Kept?" Catching those words in the comment section, Mu Ran scoffed, her fair face filled with dissatisfaction and sarcasm. *Who ends up keeping whom is still up for debate.* She had never accepted a cent from Gu Beicheng. He was him, and she was her. She had always kept things clear.

Mu Ran picked up her phone and tapped away. The next second, "Your friend Mu Ran has transferred 2,000,000 to you—"

The livestream went wild.

The chat exploded:
[Mu Ran is this rich?]
[Are these two just showing off their wealth in the livestream??]
[It’s annoying, but why is it so satisfying?]

"Who is a couple with him? I already said we broke up," Mu Ran frowned, her eyes filled with disapproval, her tone even carrying a hint of agitation. She glanced at Gu Beicheng, her face darkening, her gaze accusatory. *Why did he have to transfer the money! It’s so easy for people to think she’s being kept! Stupid man! So stubborn!*

Gu Beicheng looked innocent and shrugged. It wasn't his fault. Who knew her phone wasn't on silent, and the notification sound would be so loud...

The other staff members in the studio saw the back-and-forth between the two and didn't dare to speak up, instead scurrying over to the other side where the artists were doing a livestream battle, looking for things to do.

"Ran-Ran..."

Gu Beicheng moved forward, his hands resting on the table where the phone was set up. His gaze seemed almost hypnotic, leaving Mu Ran feeling a bit dazed.

"Ran-Ran..." Gu Beicheng called out softly, again and again.

Mu Ran looked up, motionless, her eyes slightly unfocused. She didn't notice the surging comments and the skyrocketing viewership in the livestream.

The chat exploded:
[Gu Beicheng is right next to Mu Ran!]
[That voice is definitely Gu Beicheng’s!]
[Mu Ran is lying! They never broke up at all!]

"We haven't broken up. Ran-Ran is just throwing a tantrum. Babies always have times when they're in a bad mood."

Taking advantage of Mu Ran’s momentary distraction, Gu Beicheng appeared in the livestream frame. He kept a slight distance from her, his large hand hovering gently over her waist.

Feeling the cool touch on her exposed waist, Mu Ran’s eyes cleared. She subconsciously looked forward, seeking Gu Beicheng’s figure.

"Ran-Ran..." The man’s voice was filled with a smile, his eyes seemingly trying to drown her in affection.

Mu Ran turned her head slightly, her soft, red lips brushing against his cheek. Her heart trembled, and a sudden sharp pain pierced her head. But the moment she pulled away from him, the pain vanished, replaced by an irrepressible sense of shyness and embarrassment.

*It’s over... everyone in the livestream saw it...*

She bit her lip, her heart pounding as she recalled the sensation of his cheek against hers.

"Your face..." Mu Ran raised her hand, pointing at the lipstick mark on his cheek. Her mouth twitched, and she dodged his gaze, too shy to meet his eyes. Mu Ran knew she wasn't a coy person, but this was a live broadcast with hundreds of thousands of people watching—wouldn't they think they were doing something suggestive?

"Heh, I..." She turned to look at the livestream phone, giving a dry laugh. She watched the man in the frame, slightly hunched over, guarding her from behind, and couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. He was so handsome, so dashing.

"His face in real life is much more handsome than it is in the livestream," Mu Ran blurted out without thinking. The moment she regained her senses, she realized what she had said. Mu Ran felt utterly mortified.

To her surprise, the man ruffled her hair, his cool lips moving closer to her blushing cheek. "She is beautiful, no matter the time."

*Sugar alert! High sugar warning in the livestream!*

The chat exploded:
[Are these two putting on a show for us?]
[Gu Beicheng is so doting to Mu Ran~]
[Ran-Ran, do you like Gu Beicheng?]
[CEO Gu, CEO Gu, do you like Ran-Ran?]

Gu Beicheng: "I like her."
Mu Ran: "I guess I like him."

"Why is that a question?" Gu Beicheng seemed a bit dissatisfied. He sat down next to Mu Ran and took her small face in his hands, massaging her cheeks.

Mu Ran felt embarrassed. She wasn't used to him being like this during a livestream. She shook her head, struggling slightly. "Let go of me."

Mu Ran pouted, her fox-like eyes filled with innocence, the peach blossom tattoo at the corner of her eye looking vivid and alluring.

"Let go of me!" the woman said coquettishly, trying to coax him. "Let go, and I'll say I like you."

Sure enough, Gu Beicheng let go. His handsome face showed no expression, but the upturned corners of his mouth and the smile in his dark eyes signaled his delight.

Regaining her freedom, Mu Ran rubbed her face, her eyes welling up with tears, looking pitiful. "Hmph, you hurt me! I don't like you at all."

Gu Beicheng: "..."

The chat exploded:
[These two are so good at playing games!]
[Stop watching the artist battle next door, everyone come watch these two shower us with sugar!]
[This isn't just ordinary sugar! This is sugar from the titans of the entertainment industry!]
[Mu Ran is such a tease!]

"Manager An, the warm-up for the artist PK is almost over, but it seems like all the viewers in our livestream have run off to watch CEO Mu and CEO Gu show... affection!"

The planning department manager’s lips curled upward, his phone playing the scene from Mu Ran’s livestream. It was clear that even the manager had been overwhelmed by the sweetness of the pair.

"Is it that good?" An Lan gave him a side-eye. "I’m here watching the live set, and you’re watching Mu Ran’s livestream?! Do you know how busy I’ve been just now?!"

An Lan was known to be very approachable to the employees at SY; some of the closer executives even joked around with her.

The planning department manager chuckled, showing no remorse. "Oh, Manager An, both sides of the palm are flesh—you’re a capable person, you can handle the extra work!"