After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 160 Independent Live Streaming

Full of determination, Zhao Ning went to find Lin Nan and said seriously, "President Lin, I want to sign a contract."

Lin Nan looked at him and reminded him expressionlessly, "The company has not agreed to you and Ms. Gu sharing the same account for live streaming. If you sign a contract, you will need to open your own independent live streaming account."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ning felt somewhat disappointed, but still firmly agreed.

"Okay, I've thought it through."

Lin Nan took out the contract, threw it to Zhao Ning, and asked him to sign it.

"Starting tomorrow, you will officially be doing your own live streams. I will arrange an assistant and a live stream room for you."

"Thank you."

Zhao Ning came out of the office, and I ran up to her and asked with concern, "How did it go?"

Zhao Ning held up the contract and shook it at me: "All done. I can start live streaming independently tomorrow."

"You'll be fine." I patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him.

"But I'm worried about what would happen if something unexpected happened to me? I don't have the ability to handle changes on the fly."

Seeing Zhao Ning's pitiful expression, I felt a pang of sympathy and nodded thoughtfully, "Don't worry, I'll come and cheer you on."

"Then can you help me go over the content for tomorrow's live stream?"

I was going to refuse, but then I met Zhao Ning's expectant gaze.

His helpless expression reminded me of when I first started live streaming.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Ning and I came to my live stream room to discuss tomorrow's broadcast.

I hadn't even warmed my seat when I received a call from Jiang Yichen, and I frowned.

Zhao Ning glanced at it and said with a smile, "If you have something to do, you can go ahead and take care of it."

"I'm going to take a call."

I walked to the door, answered the phone, and asked casually, "What's up?"

"Now?" I glanced back at Zhao Ning, but the call was disconnected before I could answer.

"you……"

Jiang Yichen's domineering habit is getting worse and worse.

"Zhao Ning, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back in a little while."

"Um... Momo, would you like to have dinner together? To celebrate?"

"Ah... I'll see if I have time in a bit."

I didn't know what Jiang Yichen wanted from me, so I didn't rashly agree to Zhao Ning's request.

I rushed to the office, knocked on the door, and went in.

Jiang Yichen was signing a contract when he heard the door open. Without even looking up, he ordered in a deep voice, "Come out with me in a bit."

"Ah I?"

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Yichen looked up and glared at me.

"Shouldn't this be the assistant's job? Or ask Lin Nan."

I asked, puzzled. Jiang Yichen put down his pen and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense."

He picked up his coat and walked out, and I quickly followed.

"Hey, wait for me."

I jogged after him, asking, "Where are we going?"

Jiang Yichen suddenly stopped, and I couldn't brake in time, so I crashed into him.

His back was hard, and it bumped into me so hard my nose hurt. I rubbed my nose and looked at him with a wronged expression: "What exactly do you want?"

"Shut up."

Jiang Yichen grabbed my wrist, threw me into the passenger seat, walked to the other side, and drove away.

He led me to the restaurant, and I paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Is this what you were talking about?"

"What? Did I interrupt your date with Zhao Ning?" Jiang Yichen said sarcastically.

I choked, and said, confused, "When did we go on a date? That was work, okay?"

"Ha, he's unwilling to sign a contract because of you, do you think I'd believe you two are actually working?"

Jiang Yichen retorted with a thin lip, leaving me speechless.

"You're the boss, whatever you say goes."

I took two steps forward, then a thought struck me, and I turned around and said, "Jiang Yichen, you're not inviting me to dinner to celebrate for me, are you?"

Thinking about this possibility, the corners of my mouth involuntarily turned up, and I couldn't suppress my joy.

Jiang Yichen glanced at me coldly and sneered, "Stop dreaming."

I pouted, and although he wouldn't admit it, looking at the table full of my favorite dishes, he muttered, "You're really stubborn."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yichen looked at me with his deep gaze.

"It's nothing, I just think it tastes really good."

I made up some excuse to brush it off. I secretly watched him. He ate very elegantly and rarely spoke. But what I used to love most was destroying his inexplicable sense of nobility.

I scoffed. Now that I think about it, I was the clown.

"You're full just by looking at me? You don't even eat."

I quickly lowered my head to eat, and I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I thought I heard laughter.

But when I looked up, all I saw was his cold gaze and a sour face.

I became even more certain that it was just my imagination.

Eating with him is like riding a rollercoaster, going up and down.

I completely forgot to tell Zhao Ning that she had plans for the evening.

buzzing-

Jiang Yichen's phone, which was on the table, kept buzzing. He calmly picked it up and gently responded to the other end.

Although I didn't see the caller ID, I could vaguely hear a woman's voice on the other end. Considering his attitude, I knew without even thinking who it was.

He quickly put down his phone and said casually, "I'll have the driver take you home in a bit."

After saying that, he got up and left. I opened my mouth, wanting to ask him where he was going, but he had already gone far away.

I felt a void in my heart, my brow furrowed, and I angrily put down my chopsticks: "What?!"

Just then, Zhao Ning called me and asked if I wanted to have dinner together. My good mood had been completely ruined by Jiang Yichen, so I politely declined.

The following day, Zhao Ning's independent live stream officially began.

Thinking about how I stood him up last night, I paused for a moment and then went to his live stream to cheer him on.

"Momo, you're here." When I arrived, Zhao Ning was putting on makeup. She stood up happily when she saw me.

"Sit down quickly, the makeup artist is still doing her makeup." I hurriedly stepped forward, pressed him down to sit, and scolded him seriously.

"Okay, I thought you weren't coming."

"How could that be? Didn't I promise you?"

I sat down and looked at his live stream process; he had marked it with different colored pens.

After he finished his makeup, we chatted for a while longer.

I shared my past live-streaming experience to help him adapt to the new environment more quickly.

Seeing Zhao Ning gradually get into the zone and immerse herself in the live stream, I finally felt relieved and returned to my office.

However, as soon as I opened the door, I saw Jiang Yichen sitting there, quietly waiting for me.

I was startled, wondering why he was here. I wondered what he wanted. Had I done something wrong again?