She is the Side Character! — Watch Her Change her fate!-Chapter 177: The Game of the Rich Kid? I’m Done Playing (Part 15)

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: The Game of the Rich Kid? I’m Done Playing (Part 15)

Clearly, the past being discussed is taken out of context.

He has already pieced together the entire situation, even finding the deleted video.

Because this video had spread extensively, he re-uploaded it, and it’s already gaining attention.

The previous events happened not too long ago, sparking the memories of many who knew about it online.

Currently, the comments about her below that article and video are no longer one-sided.

Even so, some who don’t want to miss out on a hot topic have come to find her; these self-media people want to use her to gain some attention.

This makes Song Mo feel quite annoyed.

Sure enough, places with cameras are irritating.

Now, he’s not even concerned about his own matters, wondering whether she would believe him. All he thinks about is how she will cope next? With so many people watching, can she still peacefully set up her stall?

Why do people always have to push others to a dead end?

What has she done? She hasn’t harmed anyone. She just wants to return to her life, but to some, it seems like a grave crime.

What has he done? He hasn’t harmed anyone either; he just refused some unspoken rules, gave no face, offending people harshly, so they retaliate. The opponent has successfully ruined him, which is quite distressing, but he cannot submit.

They have power and money, so does that mean he can’t refuse? What a joke of social class.

He insists on refusing.

He will even show his mockery.

Anyway, he’s alone and not afraid of anything; at most, it’s just his life at stake.

"It doesn’t matter," Ah Chen’s voice rang out, "I don’t care about those things. They can watch if they want to."

Song Mo snapped back, gripping his phone tightly.

"Are you sure it’s really okay?"

"It’s alright, I live my life. What if they come over? If they cause disruption and create trouble here, it’s the police who should deal with them," Ah Chen said with a smile, having paid for her stall here.

Knowing that people would definitely come to seek her out for traffic, she rented a permanent stall. This way, if they go too far, someone will manage it, and she won’t be chased away.

"I’m not afraid of those things, but I wonder if you’re worried about anything," she said.

Song Mo chuckled: "What do I have to worry about?"

He’s already at this point, what is there to worry about?

He glanced at those secretly taking pictures, his face full of sarcasm, but when he spoke, he became more cautious: "Have you looked up Song Mo online?"

"What, do you think I’m some mountain spirit who doesn’t understand the internet below the mountain?" Ah Chen laughed at him.

Just that one sentence, Song Mo understood; she knew about him, she had known for a long time.

Yet she didn’t despise him; her attitude remained the same, and she still wanted to accept his flowers.

This time, Song Mo really felt alive, his heart racing like never before: "You don’t believe those things, do you?"

"Do they have anything to do with you?"

Song Mo: "I didn’t do it." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"If you say you didn’t, then you didn’t; you wouldn’t lie to me, right?"

Song Mo replied, "Yes, I won’t lie to you."

"Wait for me to come over."

Soon enough, Ah Chen appeared.

She could sense certain gazes burning into her, and many were filming her, but she only saw the person standing there waiting for her.

When she reached the stall, before she got down, Song Mo walked over with a bouquet of fresh flowers, today’s a mix of pink roses and pink lilies. Small enough to hold in one hand, their fresh pink petals.

Ah Chen, seated on the small stall cart, took the bouquet: "They’re beautiful."

Without getting out, she took out her phone, holding the flowers up in one hand, and snapped a photo against the setting sun, posting it to her social media.

Seeing how much she liked it, Song Mo’s restless heart calmed down, feeling this moment was so beautiful; he wished time could stop.

The onlookers hoping to catch big news paused in bewilderment at the scene.

A pretty girl holding flowers on a small stall cart, with the sunset and buildings in the background, while a handsome young man stood in front of her, looking at her with a focused gaze and a gentle smile.

At this moment, it seemed the whole world centered around them.

Such a warm and beautiful scene, it makes people want to fall in love just watching it.

The frame was sweet, and their small stall cart infused it with a sense of everyday life.

As Ah Chen was about to get down, Song Mo extended his hand, waiting. Seeing her unhesitant to place her hand into his palm, his heart thumped, then he grasped her tightly.

His world came alive.

His heart felt complete.

His life was filled with vitality.

He started looking forward to each day.

"See, apart from taking pictures, what else can they do?" Ah Chen said to him.

Song Mo responded with a soft ’hm’, agreeing with her.

He confidently mocked those around, then his whole demeanor shifted, dropping his guard, as he asked Ah Chen, "Do you want to have something to eat today?"

"Let’s just open up for the day, do you want some?" Ah Chen asked, "Sell earlier and head back; if you want some, you can come home with me."

"Then let’s open up," Song Mo said without hesitation; if he could enjoy it at her place, why compete with customers for the ones in the bucket?

The queuing customers sensed his smugness, rolling their eyes; this young man was a bit too much.

"Shall we let them all queue?" Song Mo proposed.

He thought things would sell faster this way.

Ah Chen naturally agreed.

Today they arrived early, with only a few people in line.

Upon hearing their decision, a quick queue formed, thrilled to fulfill their unspoken wish so soon. Those lined up had all previously tasted what the duo offered and were eager to buy them all at once.

The people who had been taking pictures became bewildered, what’s going on? They’re selling together like this?

The pair adjusted their small stall cart’s position to operate more conveniently.

Those previously filming swiftly moved over to join the line.

Finally, it was a selfie stick-wielding streamer’s turn; she still seemed to be live streaming. She ordered a small portion of fried mushrooms, porcini soup, and spicy rabbit.

While Ah Chen and Song Mo were busy, she asked, "Boss, why did you decide to set up a stall? Everyone knows you used to own bags costing thousands, can your stall income support your life now?"

Clearly, she wasn’t asking with good intentions, just trying to catch some attention using Ah Chen.

Song Mo coldly glanced at this self-media person, realizing he felt no anger towards those mocking him, just that they were ridiculous.

Yet seeing them target Ah Chen, he couldn’t bear it and didn’t even want to sell the spicy rabbit to her.

Ah Chen looked up: "Miss, I’m selling fried mushrooms and porcini soup, not privacy. If you think you can buy fried mushrooms and soup to know my privacy, you’re mistaken."

"Would you like chili powder?" she asked with a smile, already scooping up the fried mushrooms.

Her calm and smiling way of refusing was not something the streamer expected.

In contrast, the streamer ended up looking a bit petty.

"Sure, add a little," she said, not looking pleased.

But in this line of work, thick-skinned is common; she quickly adjusted and asked, "Do you find the gap in your current life quite big? That’s not private info, just chatting."

"Miss, that comes at an extra charge," Ah Chen said, glancing at her with a gentle smile: "Set a price first, let’s see if you’re tempting enough."

The streamer widened her eyes; had Ah Chen gone mad about money?

"In that video, didn’t you act like you didn’t care about money? Why are you mentioning it everywhere now?" the streamer continued.

Directly asking questions, as long as Ah Chen answers, she wouldn’t have to pay, and gain all the buzz.

Ah Chen replied: "If you’re not buying, please make way. If you want to know, name a price, don’t be stingy if you’re after my buzz. Delay any longer, and I might have to blacklist you."

What, blacklists were a thing?

The crowd perked their ears.

Ah Chen clarified: "Those disturbing my stall livelihood end up blacklisted; I won’t sell to them anymore."

She had a good memory.

"Would you like to be my first blacklist entry?" Ah Chen asked with a smile.

The streamer almost pinched her palm. Was Ah Chen really going to smile and blacklist her?

She hastily took the items, paid, and moved aside.

No, she definitely didn’t want to be blacklisted.

"It’s settled then, you’re the first in my little blacklist notebook."

The streamer froze, looking back at Ah Chen, her face full of complaints: "I already made way, you’re being unreasonable."

"My stall, my rules," Ah Chen calmly replied, "Didn’t you want buzz? Being the first on my blacklist isn’t a buzz? Infamy is also fame; your stream probably got a heat boost, right? You’re self-media, aren’t you? Shamelessness makes money."

Initially thinking she was a joke, the tables turned, making the other party the joke, still achieving heat.

[Hahaha, poor Little Fawn.]

[Looks great, love that, streamer, you really got a heat wave.]

[Feels like she’s subtly roasting people, but she makes a lot of sense.]