A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair, his right arm secured by a strap, and his left hand tapping the armrest.

"Don't make it sound like I'm quitting the internet. It's just a change of scenery for dinner. Tomorrow morning, Fenghuang Ancient Town."

The number of users online in the background continued to surge.

Three hundred thousand.

Four hundred thousand.

Bai Weiwei picked up the guitar and ran her fingers across the strings.

Su Niannian picked up the wine bottle and slammed it on the table.

"Let's make a rule today. No one is allowed to cry, only laugh. Whoever cries has to wash the car tomorrow."

Shen Qingci sat down next to Chen Lang, picked up the barbecue tongs, and placed a slice of marinated pork belly on the grill plate.

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

"Master Shen, your cooking is excellent."

Shen Qingci flipped the roasted meat.

"Speak less, turn over."

Chen Lang raised his right arm.

"My right hand is injured."

Shen Qingci placed a piece of grilled meat into his bowl and pushed the dipping sauce dish towards him.

"Your left hand isn't injured. Dip it in this."

[Haha, Lang Shen's status in the family continues to decline!]

[It used to be Lang Ge feeding Shen Jie, now Shen Jie has taken over the barbecue stall!]

This is called two-way trusteeship, do you understand?

Chen Lang looked at the meat in the bowl and picked up his chopsticks.

"I've noticed you're getting bolder and bolder."

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

"You said I can choose for myself."

She flipped the second piece of meat over, the firelight reflecting in her eyes.

"Then I choose to feed you, to keep you from moving around too much when you're injured, and to go to Fenghuang tomorrow."

Chen Lang paused, lowered his head, and took a bite of the roasted meat.

"Okay, the navigator's decision is final."

Gu Qingshang took out a picture frame from the wooden box behind him, the corners of which were wrapped in kraft paper.

She placed it on the table and pushed it toward Shen Qingci.

A parting gift.

Shen Qingci reached out and tore open the kraft paper.

The drawing depicts a winding racetrack, with a black and silver U9 suspended in mid-air, its rear end brushing against the rain.

The girl in the passenger seat turned her head to the side, her hand resting on the navigation screen, her eyes fixed only on the road ahead.

There was a line of small text written in the lower right corner of the painting.

"Go the way you've chosen."

The courtyard fell silent.

Shen Qingci held the picture frame with both hands, her fingers tracing the words.

She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Qingshang."

Gu Qingshang took a sip of tea.

"Thank yourself, not me. You're the one who suggested this path."

[Champion Navigator!]

[This painting is recommended to be viewed directly at the Jiuzhaigou Circuit Memorial Hall!]

【Xiao Qingci, you're the best!】

The firewood in the brazier had burned to ashes, and most of the plates on the table were empty.

Ye Xingyu held up her old phone and took pictures of everyone raising their glasses.

Su Niannian was slumped in her chair, Bai Weiwei was holding her guitar, and Qin Feng was still struggling with a king crab.

Shen Qingci picked up the teacup and stood in front of the levitating camera lens.

The comments section quieted down.

She looked at the camera, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

"During this time, many people have been with me. Some people pulled me back on the bridge, some taught me how to eat, some accompanied me in rescuing people and racing cars, and some told me through a screen that I don't need to be afraid."

She gripped the teacup tightly, her fingers tightening.

"Thank you. Tomorrow morning, we'll go to Fenghuang Ancient Town. This time, it's our departure."

Chen Lang stood up and clinked glasses with her.

"Listen to the navigator."

See you in Phoenix!

Shen Qingci, keep moving forward!

[Respect for life, respect for the journey!]

Jiangcheng.

The main light in the living room of the Shen family villa was not on.

The tablet stood on the coffee table, the image frozen on Shen Qingci smiling as she held a teacup.

Zhao Yulan sat on the sofa, staring at the screen.

She grabbed the tablet and smashed it against the marble floor. Several spiderweb-like white cracks appeared on the screen.

Shen Qingci's smiling face was split into several pieces on the shattered screen.

Zhao Yulan stared at the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

"What are you laughing at? What right does she have to ignore my messages? My precious child, whom I raised, has gone out and gone crazy with a little hooligan, racing cars, livestreaming, and disgracing the Shen family."

The villa gate opened, and Shen Jianguo entered, his tie loosened, reeking of alcohol and exhaustion.

Zhao Yulan rushed over and pointed to the ground.

"Look at your daughter! She's giving up her life in Jiangcheng to run off and go crazy with some thug, even doing live streams! Are you just going to let her risk her life with Chen Lang?"

Shen Jianguo did not respond.

Zhao Yulan raised her voice.

"I'm her mother! What's wrong with me interfering? She's a crazy girl now, fooling around with men, making herself a laughingstock."

Shen Jianguo grabbed the crystal ashtray from the coffee table and smashed it at her feet.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

Zhao Yulan took a step back, the words stuck in her throat.

Shen Jianguo stared at her, his voice low.

"Are you her mother? Where were you when she was standing outside the bridge railing?"

Zhao Yulan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Shen Jianguo took a step forward.

"When she jumped, you said she was acting. She was like a dead person in this house. She didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to laugh, didn't dare to choose what she wanted to eat, and didn't dare to live her own life. Now she's with Chen Lang, daring to save people, daring to go on the racetrack, daring to tell a million people that she's going to start. Tell me, who led her astray?"

Zhao Yulan slumped back against the sofa, her hands gripping the leather armrests tightly, her chest heaving.

Shen Jianguo pointed upstairs.

"I was wrong to ignore her before. But from today onwards, no one will put her back in that cage. If you dare to go to her, dare to touch her, I'll have my lawyer deliver the divorce papers to you tomorrow. You won't get a single penny of the house, the car, or the company shares."

Zhao Yulan shrank into the corner of the sofa, her chin resting on her collar, her voice trembling.

"I see."

Shen Jianguo glanced at her a few times, then turned and went upstairs, slamming the door to the master bedroom shut.

The living room fell silent again.

Zhao Yulan straightened up and smoothed the wrinkled hem of her silk pajamas.

She pulled out her spare phone from the sofa cushions and dialed an unnumbered number.

The call was connected.

"Sister Zhao."

Zhao Yulan looked at the shattered tablet on the ground.

"Go to Fenghuang Ancient Town. Bring Shen Qingci back."

There was no sound from the other end of the phone until a few seconds later, when someone spoke.

"That Chen Lang by her side is quite famous now, not someone to mess with."

Zhao Yulan looked at the empty space on the coffee table.

"Don't touch Chen Lang."

"You all know Shen Qingci's temper best. There's no need to take action. Just tell her that everything in Jiangcheng is still waiting for her."

"Put all the rules of Jiangcheng in front of her, one by one. Block all her escape routes."

She gripped her phone tightly.

"Wait until she faces reality and is willing to come back. If she still isn't willing..."

Zhao Yulan looked at the smiling face on the screen and uttered her last sentence.

"Just stuff it into the car and take it back to Jiangcheng."