Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 370 The Beloved Little Sister 5

"If you really want to do live streaming, then do live streaming of solving and answering problems. Your grades are very good, so this won't interfere with anything. However, your father needs to know about this first. You're still young, and you might not be able to protect yourself from all sorts of people in society."

As a minor internet celebrity, Ji Xiaosong knows far more than the average person.

Leaving aside online trolls, those with malicious intent alone are enough to harm a 12-year-old girl.

Therefore, if this matter is to be done, Fang Youheng must be informed.

"But... my dad might not agree."

Ji Xiaosong stared at her phone screen, her fingertips hovering over the keyboard for a few seconds.

She knew Fang Jiayi's worries: Fang Youheng was not the kind of father who would compromise easily.

He was rational, restrained, and even somewhat overprotective, especially after his wife's death.

But she also understood that Fang Jiayi was not an ordinary little girl.

She was precocious, perceptive, and even better at reading people than many adults.

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath and typed a reply:

"Jiayi, do you trust your father?"

The other end quickly replied, "Of course."

"So, do you think he trusts you?"

This time, the input state lasted for a long time.

Finally, Fang Jiayi only replied with one word: "...Mm".

Ji Xiaosong smiled.

"Then just tell him directly."

"But……"

"No buts." Ji Xiaosong's tone softened unusually. "Your father isn't the unreasonable type. He's just worried about you, just as you worry about him."

Fang Jiayi did not reply.

Ji Xiaosong put down her phone and turned to look at Bai Xiaotian, who was hunched over the table doing his homework.

"Mom, I don't know how to do this problem," the boy muttered, pushing the workbook towards him.

Ji Xiaosong glanced at it and saw it was a fraction addition and subtraction problem.

She was about to speak when she suddenly remembered Fang Youheng's "Mathematical Puppy" game.

So she picked up a pen and drew a crooked little dog on the draft paper.

“For every correct move, the puppy moves forward one space.” She mimicked Fang Youheng’s tone. “If it makes a mistake, it falls down.”

Bai Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he listened very attentively to Ji Xiaosong's explanation. After listening, he picked up his pen and began to calculate.

Looking at her son's focused profile, Ji Xiaosong suddenly realized:

Fang Youheng's method was indeed more effective than hers.

*

On the other side, Fang Jiayi stood at the door, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

"Dad...can I talk to you?"

Fang Youheng looked up from the code interface, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples: "Hmm, what's up?"

Fang Jiayi took a deep breath and handed over her phone. On the screen was her chat history with Ji Xiaosong.

Fang Youheng read through the lines one by one and remained silent for a long time.

"You want to do a live stream?" he asked calmly.

“Yes.” Fang Jiayi nodded. “But I don’t want to be an internet celebrity, I just…”

"She just wanted to help me share the burden," Fang Youheng finished for her.

Fang Jiayi bit her lower lip and nodded.

Fang Youheng put down his phone and reached out to ruffle his daughter's hair.

"Jiayi, do you know why I don't let you get involved in live streaming?"

"Because... you're afraid I'll go astray?"

“Not entirely,” Fang Youheng said in a low voice, “It’s because of your mother.”

Fang Jiayi was stunned.

“She was a journalist before she passed away, and she had reported on several cases of minors being scammed through live streaming.” Fang Youheng’s gaze was somewhat distant. “Some children, because they are exposed to the internet too early, end up forgetting who they are.”

Fang Jiayi lowered her head and remained silent.

“It’s not that I don’t believe in you,” Fang Youheng said softly, “it’s that I don’t believe in this world.”

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Fang Jiayi looked up, her eyes bright: "What if... I don't show my face?"

"what?"

“I can just livestream my problem-solving! Just like those study bloggers!” She quickly swiped her phone and pulled up a few videos. “Look, these people don’t show their faces, they just clap their hands and use paper and pens!”

Fang Youheng paused for a moment, then took the phone and looked through it. Indeed, these videos only showed papers covered in formulas and a hand holding a pen; there was no sound, only soft background music.

"Besides, I can turn off the tipping function," Fang Jiayi pressed her advantage. "It's purely about sharing problem-solving strategies!"

Fang Youheng stared at his daughter for a long time before finally sighing, "You really want to try?"

"Ok!"

“…Okay.” He finally nodded, “but on conditions.”

"What conditions?"

"First, no more than one hour per day."

"no problem!"

"Secondly, I must review all comments and private messages."

"can!"

“Third…” Fang Youheng paused, “If someone is really attacking you maliciously, you must stop immediately.”

Fang Jiayi nodded vigorously: "I promise!"

Fang Youheng smiled slightly as he looked at his daughter's excited expression.

He picked up his phone and sent Ji Xiaosong a message: "Thank you."

Ji Xiaosong replied quickly: "You're welcome. Remember you owe me a hot pot."

Fang Youheng chuckled and replied, "After the lockdown is lifted, I'll personally prepare the base sauce."

*

The following day at noon, the sixth day of the lockdown.

Bai Xiaotian, who was lying on the balcony, suddenly shouted, "Mom! There's a cat downstairs!"

Ji Xiaosong was chopping potatoes, not even looking up: "Forget about the cat, come and help!"

"But it's carrying something in its mouth!" Bai Xiaotian pointed excitedly downstairs, "It looks like a letter!"

Ji Xiaosong frowned, walked to the window and looked down—

An orange cat was perched on a flower bed, holding a white envelope in its mouth. Even more strangely, the envelope seemed to have "Room 2002" written on it.

“…What the hell?”

Just as she was wondering what was going on, her phone suddenly vibrated. Fang Youheng had sent a message:

"Have you seen the cat?"

Ji Xiaosong was taken aback, then realized what was happening: "Bai Xiaotian! Go open the door!"

Half a minute later, Bai Xiaotian rushed in holding an envelope: "Mom! There's a USB drive in the envelope!"

Ji Xiaosong took the USB drive and plugged it into the computer.

There is only one program inside, named "Math Puppy 2.0".

She clicked on it, and a pixelated puppy popped up on the screen, holding a note in its mouth:

"For Xiaotian. PS: The hot pot base is ready, just waiting for the lockdown to be lifted."

Bai Xiaotian cheered and grabbed the mouse to start playing.

Ji Xiaosong looked at her son's excited back and suddenly smiled.

She picked up her phone, took a picture of the USB drive, and posted it on her WeChat Moments:

"These days, even cats are working as deliverymen."

Settings: Visible only to Fang Youheng.

*

As the lockdown continues day after day, Ji Xiaosong's family's supplies are running out.

There were no new supplies being replenished in the community. If things continued like this, she and Bai Xiaotian would be left with nothing but air to survive.

Ji Xiaosong stared at the empty refrigerator and sighed.

I ate the last egg yesterday, and there's only half a bag of frozen dumplings left in the freezer, with no idea when they'll be ready; two wilted scallions lie in the vegetable compartment, like a silent mockery.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Bai Xiaotian rubbed his eyes and came out of the room, his stomach rumbling loudly.

Ji Xiaosong rubbed his temples: "Just bear with it a little longer, there should be supplies delivered today..."

"But that's what you said yesterday!" Bai Xiaotian pouted and plopped down on the ground. "I want to eat hot pot! I want to eat braised pork! I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!"

Ji Xiaosong was getting a headache from his nagging and was about to yell at him when suddenly, an absurd thought flashed through her mind: "If only there were a space where I could eat whatever I wanted, day after day."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Bai Xiaotian suddenly started counting on his fingers: "Fried chicken! Cola! Ice cream!"

Ji Xiaosong was about to scold him for dreaming when suddenly...

"Thump!" A muffled sound came from inside the refrigerator.

Ji Xiaosong and Bai Xiaotian were both stunned.

"...Mom?" Bai Xiaotian's eyes widened. "Did the refrigerator move?"

Ji Xiaosong frowned and yanked open the refrigerator door.

The once empty refrigerator compartment is now completely full.

The top layer is a plate of freshly cooked braised pork, the sauce still steaming hot;

A box of fried chicken, golden and crispy, was placed on the middle shelf;

There were even two cans of chilled cola on the lower level, with water droplets condensing on the bottles.

The freezer compartment is even more outrageous!

The hot pot base was divided into two broths, along with sliced ​​beef, shrimp paste, tripe, and even a box of vanilla ice cream.

Ji Xiaosong and Bai Xiaotian looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Mom..." Bai Xiaotian swallowed hard, "Have you been secretly cultivating immortality?"

Ji Xiaosong slapped him on the forehead: "Fix your head my foot!"

She reached out with trembling hands and poked at the plate of braised pork...

Hot, real.

Bai Xiaotian couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, panting as it burned: "Mmm! So delicious!"

Ji Xiaosong's mind was in complete chaos.