Amid the chaos in the comment section, Lin Wan noticed something strange.
Several replies stood out.
User "BarkForMerit":The screenshot is photoshopped. The original photo was taken backstage at last year's charity gala. Silas Moore was verifying procedures with staff. Stop spreading rumors.
User "NotMyFaultForDestroyingHomes":The handwriting analysis on the debt contract is already out—it's forged. A lawyer's letter is on the way. The blogger should delete the post and apologize if they want to lose less money.
User "HuskiesNeverSurrender":The so-called "rookie" has already posted a clarification, saying it was a communication misunderstanding and thanking Senior Silas for guidance. Are you selectively blind?
The usernames looked random, almost careless.
But the tone?
Cold. Precise. Direct to the throat.
They didn't post screenshots—only text.
Yet the details were specific. Professional.
And more importantly—
Lin Wan checked the timestamps.
These comments had appeared within minutes of the black-hot topics surfacing.
Faster than most fans.
That wasn't normal.
Especially not things like handwriting authentication reports or rookie clarifications—details nearly impossible for ordinary fans to grasp so quickly in a chaotic information flood.
Lin Wan's finger scrolled unconsciously.
Her heartbeat quickened.
She lifted her eyes and looked toward the corner again.
Silas-the-dog had turned around at some point.
He was watching her.
Those blue eyes looked impossibly deep in the dim light—not playful, not angry, not pretending arrogance.
Just calm.
Complex.
Evaluating her reaction.
Judging how much she had figured out.
Their eyes met.
The air was thick with the smell of leftover takeout, dog fur—
and an unspoken, razor-sharp suspicion.
Lin Wan suddenly smiled.
She waved her phone lightly."These 'helpful netizens'—were they your doing?"
Silas didn't respond.
He simply looked at her.
"Using my computer?" she continued calmly."Late at night?"
Her tone was unreadable.
"Pretty skillful paw work, Teacher Silas.Suppressing trends, posting clarifications, guiding public opinion…"
She tilted her head.
"Your business skills haven't gotten rusty at all."
Silas's ears twitched.
His tail moved—slowly, barely noticeable.
Was that an admission?
Or just a muscle reflex?
Lin Wan stood up, walked over, squatted in front of him, and met his gaze head-on.
"We cooperate, we livestream together. That's fine.""But this—does it count as illegal use of personal property, invasion of privacy…"
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.
"…and attempted manipulation of online public opinion?"
Silas didn't dodge her eyes.
After a moment, he stuck out his tongue and licked his black nose.
Then he leaned forward—
and gently nudged the hand holding her phone with his wet nose.
The movement was light.
Tentative.
And—almost imperceptibly—
Submissive.
Lin Wan froze.
What was this?
A beauty-dog tactic?No—handsome-man-in-dog-form tactic?
She stared at the face inches away from her.
Those blue eyes had withdrawn all sharpness.
They were wet.
Soft.
Almost… pleading?
Paired with that neon-pink bandana of humiliation—
the damage was severe.
"Nice try." Lin Wan forcibly pulled herself together and hardened her expression."Using my computer is allowed."
Silas's eyes brightened.
"But!" Lin Wan raised a finger."First—no more drooling on it. My keyboard is expensive.""Second—you don't interfere with my daytime livestreams."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially, eyes glittering with calculation.
"Third—next time there's a black trending topic, you tell me the content in advance."
Her smile sharpened.
"We can casually leak a little during the stream—like Teacher Er-Dog being able to recognize words,or using his paw to point at things."
She chuckled.
"Isn't that way more effective than your tiny burner accounts?"
Silas's expression shifted.
Shock.
Then disbelief.
Then a look that clearly said:
You are a terrifying business genius.
"Win-win," Lin Wan said, patting his head like a fox who'd just stolen a chicken."I get traffic. You control public opinion."
She added casually,"And as compensation for using my equipment and creative ideas—next livestream's donations are split thirty–seventy."
Silas: "..."
He whipped his head away, throat producing a series of muffled, furious growls.
"You take thirty, I take seventy," Lin Wan clarified.
Silas stopped scratching the floor and glared at her.
"Too little?""Then twenty–eighty. I take eighty."
"GRRR—WOOF!"(You heartless merchant!)
"Nineteen–one?"
Silas gave up completely.
He grabbed the plastic toilet plunger in his mouth and stormed toward his "luxury playground," beginning a new round of silent, rage-fueled demolition.
Lin Wan watched his indignant back.
Then glanced at the suspicious "dog-paw burner accounts" on her phone.
Then imagined tonight's livestream numbers skyrocketing.
She couldn't help laughing.
A top idol turned into a dog—
and still had to work for her to earn tips.
Life was starting to look… promising.
Then—
Footsteps echoed suddenly in the hallway outside.
Multiple people.
Voices deliberately lowered, mixed with sharp, excited female tones.
"Is it here? The streamer 'Wanwan' lives on this floor, right?""Definitely. I checked her IP range and matched the buildings outside her livestream window—this old dump.""She dared treat our brother like that! We're giving her a lesson today!"
Lin Wan's smile froze.
Silas stopped tearing apart the plunger.
His ears turned toward the door.
The fur along his back slowly stood on end.
A low, dangerous growl rolled from his throat.
Were they here for her?
Or—
For Teacher Er-Dog?