Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Little Ying, Being Monitored?

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" was jolted to his senses.

Still, he sent over a red packet worth 666. "This is the last thing I can give you. I hope you’ll be a good person from now on."

After saying his piece, in front of tens of thousands of viewers, "I’m Not a Rich Kid" deleted and blocked her.

You had to admit, people’s minds worked in strange and mysterious ways. Most people, upon being scammed, would have unleashed a torrent of curses, let alone given more money. They probably would have demanded to get back everything they’d already lost!

"Thank you, Doctor Wen. After your counseling, I feel much better now! My business is concluded, so I won’t take up any more of your time. To all my friends in the stream, see you around!"

"I’m Not a Rich Kid" decisively disconnected from the call.

Wen Ying looked at the more than forty thousand people in her stream. "That’s all for today’s stream. See you all next time."

[??? Are you kidding me?! Over forty thousand viewers and you’re not capitalizing on it? You’re just signing off???]

[Doctor Wen truly is a person of high moral character! She’s not in it for the fame!]

[Pfft, isn’t this just playing hard to get?]

But Wen Ying didn’t see any of this. The moment she announced the end of the stream, her screen went black.

Wen Ying sat in her chair, a little stunned as she listened to the system report her reputation value.

’It was three thousand before, and now it’s jumped to thirty thousand in a single day?’

"Didn’t you say the system had a mall? Why haven’t I seen it, even with thirty thousand reputation value?"

’Back when I had three thousand reputation value for the lottery, I never saw a prize wheel. Now I have thirty thousand. Is the system trying to slack off?’

[Host, are you really a newbie?]

The system was truly baffled by Wen Ying’s actions.

’Other systems’ newbie hosts were always so timid, constantly trying to curry favor. But its host... why was she acting like a seasoned pro?’

[Host must spend 10,000 reputation value to unlock the Mall. Reputation value has been deducted. Mall unlocked successfully.]

"..."

’It didn’t even ask me, it just went ahead and made the decision on its own!’

Wen Ying looked at her remaining balance of exactly twenty thousand reputation value and decided that next time, she would have to think very carefully before speaking to the system!

The Mall was a page that looked like a set of shelves. Wen Ying could only see three of them, and on them were rows of individual bags.

The rest of the page was grayed out, clearly indicating the unlocking conditions hadn’t been met.

"Little Ying, have you eaten yet?"

The sudden voice pulled Wen Ying from her sea of consciousness.

Before her was a familiar face: Uncle Zhang, the first neighbor she’d met after inheriting the psychology clinic.

Uncle Zhang’s face was all smiles.

"I haven’t had a chance to eat yet."

The smile on Uncle Zhang’s face vanished. "Look at the time! How can you not take care of yourself, child? You don’t even have a place to cook here. Why don’t you come home with me for a meal?"

Wen Ying politely declined with a smile, and Uncle Zhang looked at her, a little disappointed.

"You silly child. If your grandmother knew I wasn’t looking after you, she’d surely be grumbling at me from the great beyond."

"..."

His words made Wen Ying break out in a cold sweat. She remembered his attitude perfectly clearly when he’d first come to get her grandmother’s talisman paper.

’Even if he felt responsible for her, you don’t just invite someone over for dinner after meeting them only once or twice.’

’This change in attitude meant one thing: he knew the talisman paper she gave him was the real deal!’

"Uncle Zhang, please don’t worry! My grandmother always taught me to be independent. She’d only be happy if she knew I was standing on my own two feet."

Seeing that Uncle Zhang was about to speak again, Wen Ying quickly changed the subject.

"Uncle Zhang, you’re looking great today. My psychotherapy must be working, hmm~?"

Wen Ying beamed at Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang almost choked. ’She figured it out, and she’s still calling it psychotherapy?’

"Little Ying, you keep saying you’re a psychologist... Are you being watched?" Uncle Zhang glanced outside and lowered his voice.