72: Piano broadcaster Tang Xiaorou

Wu Fan was stumped by the question.

Xiao Ai reacted quickly and interjected, "Yaoyao, haven't you always wanted a mother? When we go home for the New Year, your father can find a mother for you to try out. If you're satisfied, she can be your mother. If you're not satisfied, we can just switch to another one. Isn't that fun?"

Yaoyao was still young, and hearing Xiao Ai say this, she happily agreed.

Wu Fan, however, found himself in a difficult spot and even regretted suggesting the idea of a temporary mother. This was neither fair nor appropriate for Yaoyao. Alas, what was he thinking at the time? How could he have come up with such a terrible idea?

Why did he need to bring back a fake girlfriend just to make his parents happy?

Now that things had reached this point, there was truly no turning back.

When it comes to life, one must be honest, grounded, and avoid hypocrisy.

If you tell one lie, you will need many more lies to cover it up, which is exhausting.

Wu Fan got up, pulled out a cigarette, walked to the balcony, and quietly began to smoke.

He habitually glanced toward Fang Hanyu's house; it was silent inside, and the lights were off, suggesting she wasn't home.

After tucking Yaoyao into bed, Xiao Ai was overly attentive, offering to give Wu Fan a back massage one moment and offering to soak and massage his feet the next.

Wu Fan was happy to cooperate with her.

However, he didn't want to touch a woman tonight; he still had things to take care of.

After finishing his shower, he hugged Xiao Ai, kissed her, and said, "I won't give it to you tonight, save it up."

Xiao Ai nodded shyly.

She was very obedient and never made any direct demands; she did whatever Wu Fan asked her to do.

As for taking care of the daily needs of Wu Fan and Yaoyao, she felt it was her duty and naturally did it thoroughly.

Wu Fan was very satisfied with her performance over the past few days.

He transferred 100,000 to Xiao Ai and said, "Consider this money a bonus for you; your recent performance has been excellent."

Xiao Ai was both surprised and touched.

She had been lucky to meet such a good patron as Wu Fan.

Wu Fan patted her shoulder and returned to his room.

He had promised Fei Wei to find a resident female singer and could only rely on TikTok.

When it came to beautiful women, TikTok had the most, even if they all relied on filters and beautification.

Presumably, Grass Chicken and Shan Xiaojie were also about to go to Beijing for their "honeymoon," making the search for a female singer an urgent matter.

Fei Wei's bar was like a second home and a safe haven for Wu Fan.

He would never forget the pain he experienced immediately after his divorce; if not for the distraction and solace provided by One Foot Sea Bar, he might have developed depression long ago.

Wu Fan was still very concerned about the bar's business.

He hoped Fei Wei could keep the bar running and profitable.

This was his sincere hope for his friend.

Opening TikTok, Qian Ning was not online. She must have been intensifying her rehearsals, as the final night was about to begin.

After she entered the top three, a dedicated celebrity mentor was guiding her, which would certainly be a great help for her future career.

That day, Wu Fan asked her which celebrity was guiding her.

But she refused to tell Wu Fan, saying, "When you come to see me, I'll invite my mentor to come out, and you can treat us to a meal. How about that for a surprise?"

Wu Fan naturally agreed immediately.

Wu Fan was now past the age of idol worship and no longer intentionally paid attention to celebrity gossip in the entertainment industry.

For him, reading the news was merely a way to pass the time and get a general understanding of major domestic and international events, nothing more.

As for those trending celebrities, Wu Fan certainly wouldn't pay special attention to them. If he scrolled past them, he would just view it as entertainment, casually watching to pass the time.

He noticed a strange phenomenon: female celebrities nowadays seemed to have the same face, making it hard to tell them apart.

Wu Fan opened his TikTok follows and checked on Liu Tingting. She wasn't online and hadn't posted any new content.

He wondered what she had been up to lately; they hadn't been in touch for a while.

Next time, he should ask her why she hadn't reached out proactively.

Wu Fan returned to the homepage and started scrolling through videos randomly.

Wu Fan had heard there was a good way to find beautiful women on TikTok: first, scroll quickly, and when he saw a female streamer he found attractive, he should pause for a while.

Then, when the system made recommendations later, they would all be similar beauties.

The current system algorithms were terrifyingly effective; they would make recommendations based on each person's preferences.

Wu Fan scrolled past a beautiful woman playing the piano who looked very refined, so he deliberately paused for more than ten minutes. It was very effective; subsequently, he scrolled past many beautiful women playing the piano.

Wu Fan began to look them over one by one.

He had a standard in mind: he would try to find pretty young women whose clothing was relatively revealing and provocative.

He determined internally that these young women would certainly be more generous and unrestrained.

After all, he was inviting them to be resident singers at a bar, and finding genuinely proper young women for the job would probably be difficult.

After scrolling for about ten minutes, Wu Fan was captivated by a sexy young woman.

She was wearing a pink spaghetti strap bandeau top and black tight leggings, sitting in front of a piano, singing and playing fluently.

It was certain that her piano playing was professional. She must have undergone systematic training.

She had a doll face, large eyes, and cherry lips—a very standard classic Chinese beauty.

Especially when she smiled, her neat, white teeth made her very approachable.

However, her overall outfit was indeed a bit jarring.

She gave the impression of a courtesan from a nightclub.

Wu Fan looked at the comment section and couldn't help but laugh; the various comments were hilarious... "Alas, the tragedy of piano art!"

"She's a perfectly good girl, clearly talented, so why does she have to dress like this?"

"I don't understand, what is the purpose of dressing like this?"

"Wow, I like girls who dress like this."

"Wow, young woman, you are so sexy."

"Young woman, you came in hot, that's huge."

"Hahaha, like, like, like, I really like it!"

"Young woman, would it be convenient to reveal where you bought this spaghetti strap bandeau top?"

"Please share the link for the bandeau top."

"Young woman, hurry up and post the link."

"Young woman, could you play 'Für Elise'?"

"How about playing 'Qilixiang'?"

"Young woman, your playing is so great, I really like you."

... Wu Fan clicked on her profile picture and saw that she didn't have many followers, only a little over 300,000 in total.

Her TikTok name was Tang Xiaorou, which truly sounded gentle and endearing.

The videos she posted were all of her playing the piano and singing.

However, every single video was lukewarm in popularity.

Wu Fan returned to the live stream and immediately sent a pile of Carnivals.

The entire screen was instantly flooded by the special effects of the Carnivals.

"Who is that? Spending so much on Carnivals, doesn't that cost money?"

"Holy cow, Bao Fu Brother Yan is fierce!"

"A Local Tyrant! Truly extravagant."

"I bow down to the Big Boss, can we be friends?"

"Brother Yan, you're awesome! How many Carnivals have you sent?"

... Tang Xiaorou stared at the screen, first stunned, then she smiled sweetly, made a large heart sign, and said softly, "Thank you, Brother Yan, for the Carnivals, I'm extremely grateful. Brother Yan, what song would you like to hear? You can request one."