"Holy crap, eight million? That's insane!
Su Chen is on another level."
"Looks like, as of now, God Su outshines God Chu. I wonder what kind of intense showdown awaits us next."
"I think Su Chen's already won. Eight million now, plus the two million before—it totals a full ten million. That figure must place him among the very top of Douyu."
As Su Chen splurged without restraint, the live chat erupted with excited discussion.
But the focus of their conversation quickly shifted—what would Chu Yi do next?
After all, this was ten million yuan.
Would someone truly burn that much cash for pride alone?
More importantly, when Su Chen spends ten million, it's a completely different story compared to Chu Yi.
Because of the 60-40 contract with Sister Zhou, Su Chen technically only loses four million.
After all, Sister Zhou is his fiancée.
The six million she earns still indirectly benefits Su Chen.
By that logic, Su Chen barely loses anything—
In fact, by sending gifts, he catapulted her stream to near top-tier status.
The returns on that kind of exposure surely outweigh the four million loss.
But Chu Yi is in a different position altogether. He has no relationship with Sister Zhou.
His battle with Su Chen is merely to stand up for Brother Wuji.
If Chu Yi were to spend ten million, it'd be nothing but a waste.
Not only would he gain nothing, but he might even earn the empty title of "the guy who boosted a streamer's popularity."
And he certainly wouldn't win her heart—
She's already engaged.
So by all reason, this should be the moment Chu Yi backs down.
After all, Su Chen's offer had just reached eight million.
To top him, Chu Yi would have to match or exceed that amount.
But would he really go that far?
Not only the chat, but even Su Chen and Sister Zhou held their breath, eyes glued to the screen.
Everyone watching the stream sat tensely before their screens,
So focused they barely dared to breathe, afraid even the faintest movement might influence Chu Yi's decision.
Time ticked by.
Then, after dozens of seconds...
One sentence appeared on the screen:
"Sorry. I'm done."
What?
Chu Yi... backed down?
He's really giving up?
Could it be he's out of money?
Or maybe he's regretting how much he spent and isn't willing to continue, ready to concede to Su Chen?
At that moment, everyone watching felt a wave of doubt wash over them.
Questions welled up, unspoken but urgent.
What are you really thinking, Chu Yi?
Yet there was one person who didn't share the same confusion.
Instead of puzzlement, his heart swelled with delight.
That person was Su Chen.
Upon seeing those few words on screen, he let out a long breath of relief.
Then, a triumphant smile crept across his face—
Relief.
He had won.
So that's it.
He thought the guy who called himself "I Really Don't Have Money" had an endless fortune to burn.
Turns out, he was nothing but a paper tiger, all bark and no bite.
At best, just a bluffer trying to scare others.
Su Chen took a step forward and called out at his screen,
"If you've given up, that means you've lost."
"You bet and lost—now kneel down to me and all the viewers here."
"You've got two options. One, record a video and post it online. Two, go live and kneel before everyone."
His words sent the chat into a frenzy.
That's right—Chu Yi had made a bet with Su Chen.
Whoever couldn't outspend the other would have to kneel and apologize in front of the audience.
Now that Chu Yi had clearly backed down, wasn't it time for him to follow through?
Let's face it—there's a little devil in everyone's heart.
And Su Chen's taunts awakened that side in many viewers.
After all, this was a wealthy heir. Watching someone like that kneel would be a thrilling sight.
So the crowd joined in, their messages flooding the chat:
"Chu God, you've lost. Time to kneel and apologize like a man."
"Don't try to squirm out of it. You were the one who made the bet."
"Chop-chop, upload that video or go live. The crowd's waiting."
But Chu Yi's expression didn't shift in the slightest. He stared at the chat with disdain.
Could he really not afford to continue?
Ridiculous. He had more money than he could spend.
If he wanted to, he could drown them all in cash.
But there was no point now.
Because from this moment on, it wasn't about him and Su Chen anymore.
He typed out another message and sent it:
"Though I've stopped, it doesn't mean I've lost."
"In fact, I stopped for a reason."
"I've discovered something. The money Su Chen spent wasn't even his—it was a gift from someone else."
"I just couldn't stand to see him squander someone's hope-filled generosity on a streamer."
What?
Gifted money?
You stopped because of sympathy?
The chat froze for a beat.
Was that possible? Could Su Chen's millions really have come from someone else?
Could someone even give that much?
Yet, a seed of doubt had been planted.
Given Chu Yi's background—judging by his earlier generosity—his words carried weight.
Some people started to believe him.
Could it be Su Chen's fortune wasn't really his?
Su Chen, on the other hand, burst into laughter when he saw the message.
His money? Of course he knew where it came from.
Gifted? Nonsense.
Those were the system's rewards for his streaming achievements.
Since when did that turn into someone else's charity, just because Chu Yi said so?
With a cold sneer, Su Chen feigned grace.
"Ah, Little Chu... If you don't want to do the punishment, then don't. No need to make excuses."
"Be straightforward. Say you're backing out. I'm sure the audience will forgive you."
His tone subtly redirected the narrative.
And it worked.
More and more viewers joined in the ridicule:
"He's clearly scared. Can't even own up to it."
"You made the rules. Don't chicken out now."
"Just get it over with. Post the video or go live. Don't waste our time."
Yet Chu Yi remained calm.
He didn't care what they said.
He had the means. If anyone went too far, he'd drop five hundred legal notices on them at random.
But just as the crowd was at its peak—
A wave of articles flooded Weibo.
Posted by celebrities, influencers, and media outlets, the headlines all screamed the same thing:
"Man Squanders Donated Inheritance of 17 Million in Livestream Gift War."
"Fortune Meant for a New Life, Thrown Away on Virtual Glory."
"Lavish Spending to Win a Streamer's Smile—A Legacy Betrayed."
Each article portrayed Su Chen as a fraud—someone who masqueraded as a rich heir while burning through money that was never his to begin with.
These pieces exploded across the platform.
Especially since many of the posters had millions of followers.
Their collective voice propelled the scandal to Weibo's top trending spot.
Outrage flared.
"Bastard! Strangers trusted him and he wasted it all on some streamer."
"How does someone like this deserve so much money? What a joke."
"Give me his name. I'll break his legs myself."
No one doubted the reports—
Especially after Chu Yi revealed the identities of the people who'd transferred the inheritance to Su Chen.
The evidence was irrefutable.
Back in the stream, Su Chen still wore a smirk of pride.
Finally—he'd humiliated Chu Yi.
But he wasn't ready to let go just yet.
He wanted to grind him into the ground.
"So, are you going to do the punishment or not? Don't be a coward now."
"What's wrong? Can't handle losing?"
His words echoed through the stream.
And the viewers, drunk on schadenfreude, chimed in:
"Enough stalling. You lost. Accept the consequences."
"You set the rules—now you're backing out? Lame."
"Forget it. This guy's just a sore loser."
But amidst the storm of jeers, a faint smile crept across Chu Yi's lips.
"The real show... begins now."
The moment he said those words, a tidal wave of people surged into the livestream—
Tens of thousands, pouring in like a flood.
They were the furious Weibo users who had read the articles.
"Su Chen, look!"
Sister Zhou gasped,
"So many people... they just keep coming."
In the top-left corner, the viewer count had surpassed one hundred million.
Her stream had become the most-watched on the entire platform.
The influx nearly crashed the Douyu servers.
But Su Chen, seeing the flood of viewers, only chuckled lightly.
In his mind, they were fans drawn by awe—
After all, he had spent seventeen million in twenty-four hours.
A feat never before seen in livestream history.
He was, without a doubt, the number one in all of Douyu.
He stood tall, proud.
Yet still wore a mask of humility.
After a moment, he bowed slightly toward the audience.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Su Chen. I believe many of you already know me."
"Please, follow the streamer and show her some love."
But his words were met with venom.
"Follow your mother, you spoiled brat! Wasting someone's inheritance, are you?"
"Oh, so all it takes to win the girl is cash, huh? Is this streamer your girlfriend or what?"
Curse after curse filled the screen.
"Huh?"
Su Chen's expression twisted in confusion.
What was happening? Why were they cursing him?
Hadn't he been humble enough?
But as the barrage of insults escalated, his face turned pale.
"Mods, ban them! Get them out of here!"
He waved toward his moderators.
But they were powerless. For every two they banned, ten more appeared.
"Oh, you've got an attitude now? Go ahead, try banning all of Weibo. You're getting cursed out by millions!"
"Imagine taking a stranger's legacy and blowing it on a streamer—what a pathetic excuse for a human."
"Don't waste words on this scum. He's not worth the energy."
The chat moved so fast, hundreds of comments flew by every second.
Su Chen's smirk faded.
His hands trembled. His mind reeled.
And then—
A familiar voice pierced through the chaos.
"Su Chen... Have you been lying to me?"
"You said you were some rich heir—but in truth, your family's just average."
"All that money you spent—it wasn't yours. It was someone else's legacy."
Sister Zhou stood before him, phone in hand, voice trembling with pain.
Tears shimmered in her eyes.
She had read the articles, seen the truth.
And now, she knew why millions had come to her stream to curse Su Chen.
"It's not true, Sister Zhou!"
Seeing her so heartbroken made Su Chen feel like a knife had pierced his chest.
He scrambled to explain...