Chapter Fifty-Five: I Am a Top Streamer

Yang Xiaofan and Qin Nuanyu entered the room and immediately embraced each other tightly. Two young people madly in love, inseparable as if glued together. Though they’d only been apart for half a day, it felt as though an entire month had passed. No wonder the ancients said: one day apart is like three autumns.

After holding her for a moment, Yang Xiaofan finally let go of Qin Nuanyu and cupped her face in his hands. Seeing her reddened eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity. He pinched her delicate nose and feigned anger, saying, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Qin Nuanyu pouted, aggrieved. "I missed you, that’s why I couldn’t sleep."

Yang Xiaofan sighed helplessly and gently rubbed her head. "You really are a little fool."

"I’m not a fool!" Qin Nuanyu buried her head into Yang Xiaofan’s chest, whining incessantly.

Yang Xiaofan smiled, resigned. "I really have no way to deal with you."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something. He quickly brought up the God-making Plan, spent ten million, and upgraded his medical skills to Grandmaster level. This way, he could use his medical expertise to help Qin Nuanyu relieve her fatigue and make her more comfortable.

As his medical skills ascended to Grandmaster, countless pieces of medical knowledge flooded Yang Xiaofan’s mind. Whether in traditional or Western medicine, his abilities now far surpassed those of the world’s top medical experts.

"Nuanyu, sit still. Let me give you a massage to invigorate your blood and energy."

"You know how to massage?" Qin Nuanyu was surprised once again. Yang Xiaofan smiled mysteriously. "There’s nothing your man can’t do."

"Alright." Qin Nuanyu smacked her lips; after all, Yang Xiaofan had amazed her countless times before.

Sitting by the bedside, Yang Xiaofan began to massage her, eliminating her fatigue from the sleepless night. Normally, pregnant women are forbidden from massage, as stimulating blood flow could lead to serious complications like miscarriage, especially in early pregnancy when the child is small and not yet fully formed or bonded with the mother’s body.

But Yang Xiaofan was different. His Grandmaster-level medical skills allowed him to avoid all the acupoints that might stimulate the fetus.

"That feels wonderful!" Qin Nuanyu relaxed, feeling her entire body loosen up, her mood soaring. "Amazing, right? My skills are unrivaled. If we ever stop painting, we could open a massage parlor—one million per session."

"No! I only want you to massage me, not anyone else." For a woman, massage is dangerous—what if Yang Xiaofan was lured away by another woman? Qin Nuanyu would have nowhere to cry.

"Alright, from now on, I’ll only massage you," Yang Xiaofan said, gently pinching her nose with indulgent affection.

At that moment, curiosity struck him: what did his little baby look like? Was there a way to see? Traditional pulse diagnosis could only detect location or shape, but not actually see with the eyes.

Eyes?

That’s it!

A sudden inspiration hit, and Yang Xiaofan spent another ten million, upgrading his vision. Novice, Beginner, Advanced, Master, Grandmaster—a full set. Instantly, his eyesight underwent a dramatic transformation. Looking out the window, he could see details several kilometers away. If he leveled up to Divine, wouldn’t he have legendary vision, able to see for a thousand miles?

Marveling, Yang Xiaofan focused his gaze on Qin Nuanyu’s belly. The next second, he felt a flush of heat in his nose.

He was doomed.

Grandmaster-level vision could only penetrate clothing.

"Hey, Xiaofan, why is your face so red?"

"Uh... nothing, maybe it’s a bit hot," Yang Xiaofan quickly averted his gaze and spent another hundred million, upgrading his eyesight to Saint-level.

In that moment, his eyes underwent an earth-shattering change. Even with walls in the way, he could see through them, the entire room’s obstacles suddenly transparent to him.

Wow!

His father-in-law, who always talked about morals and scholarly family, had a few questionable magazines hidden in the next room. And in the wardrobe—were those clothes? They looked more like ropes than fabric.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Nuanyu asked curiously, glancing at him. Yang Xiaofan cleared his throat and withdrew his gaze. "N-nothing."

He then focused on Qin Nuanyu’s belly. In the next instant, his gaze pierced through everything like an X-ray, and he saw his child.

Yang Xiaofan’s heart trembled. A red drop of blood, resembling a tiny tadpole—not yet fully formed, but already showing a small, adorable shape, curled up and quietly growing.

Thinking that this was his own bloodline, and that in nine months the little one would come into the world, crying for him, Yang Xiaofan felt both excitement and anxiety. He was moved, exhilarated, and even a little afraid.

Perhaps every man about to become a father feels this way.

He couldn’t help but lean down, pressing his ear to Qin Nuanyu’s belly, grinning foolishly. "Little one, grow up healthy and strong. Your mom and dad will make you the happiest person in the world."

Qin Nuanyu laughed. "You’re silly, he can’t hear anything yet. He’s too small."

"That’s not necessarily true. Blood ties—maybe he already understands my feelings."

Just as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Yang Xiaofan and Qin Nuanyu jumped in fright, and a lively, beautiful girl rushed in, pointing at Yang Xiaofan and shouting, "You’re that jerk! How dare you! First you bullied my sister, then you bullied my dad! What do you take our Qin family for?"

Yang Xiaofan was bewildered. He looked at Qin Nuanyu, who gave a wry smile. "This is my sister, Qin Nuanxin. She’s home for National Day break."

"Oh! Hello." Yang Xiaofan greeted her, but Qin Nuanxin waved her hand dismissively. "Don’t try to get close to me. I’m not easy to deal with. I’m telling you, you’re finished! You’ve stirred up big trouble! You bullied our Qin family, so now you’re messing with me! And I’m a top-tier livestreamer! Over a million fans, always ranked number one in popularity! With just one message, I can summon a million viewers to come after you—do you believe it?"