One Super Rocket = ¥1,000.
Ten of them = a clean ¥10,000!
In an instant, the entire livestream screen was drowned in flashy rocket-launch animations!
Golden light blazed everywhere, giant scrolling banners screaming to the world that a whale had arrived:
["Ferry Me, Not Her" has sent "Super Rocket" x10 in "Mengmeng's Livestream"!]
That banner didn't just explode inside the tiny Live Streaming Room — it hit the entire Mimi platform's global announcement!
Zhou Xiaomeng's 200‑viewer stream suddenly got flooded with hundreds, then thousands of curious onlookers drawn by the scent of money.
Viewer count skyrocketed past 10,000!
Chat went absolutely berserk:
[HOLY CRAP!!! Am I seeing this right? Ten Super Rockets???]
[¥10,000! Straight-up ¥10,000 right off the bat?!]
[Damn, the top donor went from a ¥100 Sports Car to ¥10,000 Super Rocket? That's some serious leveling up!]
[¥10,000! That's enough to book two top-tier escorts at a fancy club! Boss is a legend!]
[Where's that "Creepy Uncle" loser? Wasn't he acting tough, demanding a refund of ¥100? Bet he's speechless now!]
[LOL, this is the power of cash — shut your mouth with money!]
The instigator, "Creepy Uncle," didn't dare fart after being bombarded by ten Super Rockets. Either logged out or playing dead.
Zhou Xiaomeng was completely dumbfounded.
Her mouth hung open, eyes blankly fixed on the rolling gift effects. Brain? Fried.
Ten Super Rockets…
The earnings notification was crystal clear — after the platform took its 50% cut, she'd get ¥5,000!
¥5,000!
That was nearly half a year of her living expenses!
She pinched her thigh hard — the sharp pain confirmed this wasn't a dream.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" hit with massive financial shock, mental defenses crumble!]
[Corruption Value +2!]
After the huge rush of joy, she forced herself to calm down and looked at that golden ID — Ferry Me, Not Her.
Hands gripping her phone, heart pounding like a drum, voice trembling from nerves and excitement:
"Fei… Ferry… boss… thank you… Thank you for the ten Super Rockets…"
She took a deep breath, summoned courage, and asked, "Boss… you… You don't also want me to go 'mmm' a couple times, right?"
Still incredibly embarrassed, but with ¥5,000 on the line, it didn't seem like that big a deal to just make a few sounds.
But Lin Feng didn't reply.
Silence on the other end made her heart leap into her throat.
Why wasn't he saying anything?
Did he… want something else?
Yeah, it was ¥10,000! There's no way it was just two hums.
Her mind raced — video chat? Pics?
Face instantly hot enough to fry an egg.
But if she refused and the whale demanded a refund… ¥100 had nearly wrecked her; ¥10,000 would bankrupt her.
Absolutely couldn't let him refund.
Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind: unless it was too outrageous, for ¥5,000, maybe… she could handle it.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" begins self-justifying, lowering her limits proactively!]
[Corruption Value +2!]
While she was spiraling, that golden ID finally spoke — six simple characters:
Ferry Me, Not Her: Private chat. End stream, add WeChat.
BOOM!
Those six words hit harder than ten Super Rockets, blowing up the Live Streaming Room:
[Here it comes! The main event!]
[Boss is a beast! Taking it offline for some deep interaction!]
[Nice one, sis — ¥10K in one night and bagging a whale!]
[Jealous! Bet sis is gonna give boss a 'bedroom mmm performance'!]
Face beet-red from the filthy chat, Zhou Xiaomeng still felt weirdly relieved.
She knew adding WeChat was just the beginning.
But one-on-one, even if she did something a little out there, only he'd know.
At least she wouldn't have to humiliate herself in front of everyone.
Without hesitation, she nodded like a machine: "O-okay, boss! I'll end the stream right now!"
She didn't even say goodbye to the chat, just scrambled to shut it down.
Then she immediately opened the backend and DM'd Ferry Me, Not Her.
Lin Feng's phone buzzed.
He switched to a rarely used backup WeChat account, copied his ID, and sent it over.
Soon, a friend request popped up.
He checked her profile pic — anime girl. Accepted. Scrolled her Moments — set to 3-day view, empty except for a few landscape photos. Clearly a burner account.
[Ding! Target "Zhou Xiaomeng" proactively used a burner to hide identity, preparing for corruption!]
[Corruption Value +5!]
[Current Corruption Value: 9/20!]
Phone vibrated again:
["Ferry Me, Not Her" accepted your friend request. You can start chatting now.]
Heart in her throat, Zhou Xiaomeng quickly opened the chat, carefully crafting each word so she wouldn't displease the whale.
Mengmeng: Hi boss~ I'm the streamer Mengmeng from earlier.
On the other side, Lin Feng lay in bed, reading that line, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
No wonder rich guys love tipping girls — it's definitely thrilling.
Especially seeing how respectful this girl was!
He remembered back in high school, when he added a girl's WeChat for school stuff, she assumed he was hitting on her and played hard to get, replying whenever she felt like it.
Nothing like Zhou Xiaomeng's eager sweetness.
The problem was that Lin Feng had zero experience flirting. But he knew one thing: as the sugar daddy, he had to act aloof.
No instant replies like a simp — that killed the vibe.
So he waited a few minutes, then sent not a word, just the simplest, most high-and-mighty emoji possible:
Ferry Me, Not Her: Hmm.