The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

What in the world? "My bros"? 666? Yachts, crowns, and graffiti?

Qin Fan, slowly making his way to the rooftop, couldn’t help but frown as he heard the sounds.

He wasn’t clueless about live streaming. In his previous life, live streaming was virtually everywhere. However, he held a rather peculiar view of streamers; to put it simply, he found them somewhat repulsive. The ones who got famous and rich would strut around with their noses in the air, acting all high and mighty. The ones who didn’t make it would cry poverty every day, debasing themselves like clowns in a desperate scramble for popularity.

Although he understood this was a way to make a living, he just couldn’t accept it. His first impression of Mrs. Wang’s son was already unfavorable.

However, Mrs. Wang’s son, completely immersed in his streaming world with his headset on, didn’t notice the approaching footsteps. After connecting his microphone, he saw Sister Xiaoyou’s stunning face and exclaimed, "Damn! Sister Xiaoyou, you’re an absolute goddess! Everyone, drop some 666s for Sister Xiaoyou’s good looks!"

Amid the flood of 666s on the screen, Sister Xiaoyou laughed helplessly. "Alright, enough with the sweet talk! I have a few questions for you. You said No.1 Villa is a place even the richest man isn’t qualified to live in, so how are you streaming from inside? Don’t tell me you’re the owner of No.1 Villa?"

"Sister Xiaoyou, you must be pulling my leg! If I were the owner of No.1 Villa, would I need to stream for a living? I’d be the platform’s top whale, making it rain gifts without a care in the world!" the young man declared, laughing openly.

This answer made Qin Fan, who had almost reached the rooftop, pause for a moment. His initial negative impression of Mrs. Wang’s son began to shift. He stopped walking and stood his ground, curious to hear what else the young man had to say.

"So how did you get in? Don’t tell me you sneaked in!" Sister Xiaoyou asked on the stream.

If Qin Fan could see Sister Xiaoyou on the screen right now, he would be flabbergasted. A familiar face! Damn it, this person couldn’t be more familiar!

"I wouldn’t have the gall to sneak in here even if you dared me! No.1 Villa is a massive status symbol. If I dared to sneak in and got caught, I’d be looking at a guaranteed three-to-five-year prison sentence! I’m not brave enough to take a risk like that," the young man replied.

"Then I’m stumped. It’s not your house, and you didn’t sneak in, so how did you get in?" Sister Xiaoyou pressed.

Hearing this, the young man’s expression grew stern. He shook his head and said slowly, "You can laugh at me, but my mom is a maid here. I pestered her relentlessly until she agreed to bring me in! I know it’s a scummy thing to do, but I’m not afraid to be honest. I just wanted to use the hype around No.1 Villa to get on the platform’s popular list and attract more followers. I’m a practical person. Whether it’s streaming or making my mom take a risk to let me stream here, it all comes down to money. That’s right, money! I want to earn more so my mom doesn’t have to live in someone else’s house as a maid anymore. Even though the villa owners treat her incredibly well—great food, nice living quarters, a high salary—she’s still in a humbling position, serving others. As her son, that doesn’t sit right with me. I want to change things. I want to use my own abilities to put my mom on the path to a comfortable life, so she doesn’t have to work so hard anymore!"

As the young man finished speaking, Sister Xiaoyou went silent. Then, she started spamming gifts furiously.

"For saying that," she declared, "I’m going to boost you to number one on the platform tonight!"

With that, Sister Xiaoyou ended the linked call, but the flood of gifts didn’t slow in the slightest. It wasn’t just her, either. Other wealthy patrons joined the gift-spamming frenzy. Even many casual viewers began to open their wallets and send what they could. For a time, the screen was a ceaseless cascade of gifts, each one representing cold, hard cash.

Yet, after his confession, the young man no longer showed the same excitement at the barrage of gifts. He just smiled calmly and said, "Thank you, everyone, for your support! But that’s more than enough. Please, only give what you can comfortably afford. While it’s true most streamers are just in it to hustle for gifts, I don’t want to be one of those unscrupulous hosts who only care about money and have no principles. Anyway, my time is almost up. I was only allowed an hour and a half, and I have about ten minutes left. Please stop sending gifts. Your generosity tonight has been more than enough. For the rest of the time, let’s just chat. I’ll take you for a look at the beautiful night scenery of Jiangzhou from the rooftop of No.1 Villa!"

Saying this, the young man walked toward the rooftop railing with his phone. Below them, the glittering lights of a million homes spread out in a breathtaking panorama.

On the stairs leading to the rooftop, Qin Fan, having heard everything, smiled silently. He didn’t go any further. He turned and walked quietly back down.

「In the living room of No.1 Villa.」

Sitting on the sofa, Mrs. Wang had her eyes closed and her hands clasped, incessantly murmuring prayers. Her face was a mask of frantic unease.

THUD, THUD, THUD—

When she heard Qin Fan’s footsteps coming down the stairs, her prayers stopped. She snapped her eyes open, looked at Qin Fan in alarm, and cried out in a panic, "Young Master!"

"Mrs. Wang, you’ve raised a good son," Qin Fan said with a light chuckle while still on the stairs. "But let this be the only time. Don’t bring anyone in again without our permission, no matter who it is. We’ll let today’s incident slide. Also, your son didn’t see me, so don’t you mention it to him. I don’t want him to feel burdened or stressed about it. Alright, I’m going back to my room."

With that, Qin Fan turned and headed back up.

Below, Mrs. Wang was so moved she began to cry, calling out repeatedly, "Thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master! I promise I will never make this mistake again, never!"

Hearing her words, Qin Fan shook his head with a genuine smile. Without another word, he ascended to the second floor and entered his suite.

Although Qin Fan had let his guard down around Mrs. Wang’s son, he still extended his Divine Sense to monitor his actions. It was better to be safe than sorry. When it came to potential danger, he couldn’t afford to be careless, even if the odds were one in ten thousand or one in a million.

About ten minutes later, while showering in his bathroom, Qin Fan sensed the young man’s departure. After he left, Qin Fan scanned the entire villa with his Divine Sense one more time. Finding nothing amiss, he finally retracted it.

Just then, a low-key BMW pulled into the driveway of No.1 Villa. Wei Shuying and Jiang Yinuo were back.

Beaming, Jiang Yinuo walked arm-in-arm with Wei Shuying. Laughing and chatting, they entered the villa, their arms full of shopping bags.

In the bathroom, Qin Fan’s supernatural hearing picked up the sound of Jiang Yinuo’s laughter through the walls. He instinctively looked down at a certain limp part of his anatomy, sighing to himself. Buddy, I know you’re thirsty. Whether we can break our fast tonight all depends on if Sister Yinuo is willing to cooperate!