Everyone Says I Ride on the Movie King's Fame, Only the Movie King Knows I'm His Creditor - Chapter 10
Chapter 10
For the first time, I started a livestream on my own initiative.
Sister Chen was so nervous she kept pacing circles beside me.
“Maybe we should just post a written statement? Livestreams can get out of control too easily.”
I said, “Text can be taken out of context. At least on a livestream, I can curse them out in real time.”
Sister Chen: “…Curse less.”
The viewer count shot up the moment the livestream went live.
Most of them were there for the spectacle.
I wasn’t wearing any makeup.
In the plainest white T-shirt, I sat on the carpet in my living room.
The bullet comments flew by at lightning speed.
[Here we go, here we go. Time to sell misery.]
[Care to explain your mom’s gambling debts?]
[Does Shen Yan know your money is dirty?]
I looked into the camera.
“I’ll start with the conclusion.”
“My mom has never gambled.”
“After my dad passed away, she borrowed from loan sharks to pay my tuition.”
The comments paused for a moment.
I continued, “When I was nineteen, I worked as an extra in Hengdian. I earned thirty-eight thousand six hundred yuan and was planning to send it home to pay off our debt.”
“Then I ran into Shen Yan at the entrance of a film set.”
“He had a high fever, pneumonia, and a hospital bill in his hand demanding payment.”
I gave a small laugh.
“I was really poor back then. I didn’t have any grand ambitions, either.”
“But I felt that a person couldn’t just die right in front of me.”
The bullet comments began to slow.
Someone asked:
[Don’t you regret it?]
I saw it.
“I did.”
I said, “That month, debt collectors were hounding my mom, and I got kicked out by my landlord.”
“When I was squatting outside a convenience store in Hengdian, eating instant noodles, I really did regret it.”
“But later, Shen Yan survived.”
“So I thought… it was fine.”
The doorbell rang.
Sister Chen went to answer it.
When Shen Yan walked into frame, the bullet comments exploded again.
He was holding an old lunch box.
I froze.
“Why did you bring that?”
Shen Yan sat down beside me.
“Additional evidence.”
He opened the lunch box.
Inside was a yellowed IOU.
The handwriting from seven years ago was still painfully young.
Shen Yan owes Jiang Tang the sum of RMB 38,600.
If unable to repay the full amount in one lump sum at a later date, he may use meals, medicine, hot water, errands, and conversation as interest payments.
Signed: Shen Yan.
Looking at that IOU, I suddenly burst out laughing.
“You still kept it?”
Shen Yan looked at me.
“Mm.”
“Why?”
“I was afraid that one day you’d forget to come collect the debt.”
The bullet comments packed the screen.
[This IOU is way too youth-drama angst.]
[Meals, medicine, hot water, errands, and conversation as interest payments. I laughed until I cried.]
[So Jiang Tang wasn’t investing in him. She was genuinely broke and still lent him money.]
[Qin Yue, get out here and take your beating.]
I picked up the IOU and waved it at the camera.
“Look carefully.”
“This is a debt.”
“It isn’t an investment, and it isn’t a marketing stunt.”
“If you absolutely have to say I’m riding Shen Yan’s coattails…”
I looked at Shen Yan.
“Then starting today, he’s allowed to ride mine in return.”
Shen Yan froze.
The bullet comments went insane.
Before I ended the livestream, I saw one comment drift past.
[Guys, I don’t think she’s here to leech off him. She’s here to collect.]
