After reading the private messages, I’m Not a Rich Kid’s face was ashen.

[Holy cow! This is one bombshell after another! Is she using the Rich Kid’s money to support other men?]

[But the way she asks for money so matter-of-factly... she’s not one of those girls who funnels everything to her little brother, is she?]

[’Three in the afternoon, bring your tools!’ Isn’t that a huge hint? Does a truck have to run you over before you get it?]

[Host... Doctor Wen, just tell us what’s going on already! My curiosity is killing me!] 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Before I’m Not a Rich Kid could even react, he received a message from Mianmian on his phone.

"Honey, was that you logging into my game account? *spinning in circles.jpg*"

"Yeah, it was me. Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?"

"Class just ended. Why did you log into my account without telling me, honey? It’s not that I wouldn’t let you, but you’re the one who said everyone deserves their own privacy. If you had just asked, I would have been happy to let you see. But now... *pouting.jpg*"

A wave of disgust washed over I’m Not a Rich Kid.

[Holy shit! This account! I think it’s my buddy’s girlfriend’s account! The profile pic and the way she talks are exactly the same!]

I’m Not a Rich Kid happened to look up and see that comment. Expressionless, he pulled up Mianmian’s profile page and held it up to the camera.

[It’s her! I even have photos of us hanging out together! My buddy was pursuing her, and she only just agreed to date him a couple of days ago! She told all of us she’d never had a boyfriend and didn’t have any guy friends! Since they got together, they’ve only held hands and kissed, nothing more. She said she wanted to save herself completely for my buddy on their wedding day! That poor idiot... I can’t believe he’s being played like this!]

[Hey, Rich Kid, can you wait a minute? I want to get my buddy over here to see this for himself, so he can’t accuse me of trying to break them up!]

Seeing this long comment, the viewers in the stream started buzzing with discussion again.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, the situation took another twist.

Except this twist was clearly not for the better.

[This is a picture of my buddy and his girlfriend.]

A photo appeared in the chat, and the man in it hadn’t blurred his own face.

I’m Not a Rich Kid looked at the photo in the chat. The woman’s face was identical to Mianmian’s.

[As a Photoshop expert, I can say this picture is real. No signs of editing!]

[So how many boyfriends does this little Miss Mianmian have at once?]

[The Rich Kid isn’t actually her boyfriend, right? So what does it matter to him how many guys she dates? Aren’t you all going too far?]

[LMAO! Are people still defending her? If you’re not planning to be his girlfriend, how do you have the nerve to accept tens of thousands in gifts? Are internet beggars really this brazen nowadays?!]

[Exactly. Leading someone on like that with no intention of a real relationship is just scamming, isn’t it? She must be a serial offender!]

[Doctor Wen, don’t hold back! Expose everything! Save the poor men who are about to fall into her trap!]

I’m Not a Rich Kid took a deep breath and looked at the stream. "Doctor Wen, don’t mind me. Just do what needs to be done."

When Mianmian didn’t receive a reply from I’m Not a Rich Kid, she grew anxious. He was, after all, the most generous human ATM she had ever encountered. "Honey, what’s wrong? Are you upset? Where are you? How about I fly over to be with you right now? I don’t want you to be unhappy... *pout*~"

The viewers in the stream saw this as well.

I’m Not a Rich Kid picked up his phone and typed a direct reply, "If you come keep me company, what about your three p.m. hotel date?"