Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad

Chapter 594 - 592: The Alluring Qingxia

Looking at the barrage of comments from this bunch of goofy viewers, Lu Heng smiled slightly.

It really is that familiar flavor!

"Ahem!"

He gave a habitual light cough, then said with a smile, "Everyone, the five minutes are up, so please stop sending gifts."

"Let’s start drawing tonight’s two lucky viewers now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Heng lightly tapped the lottery button in the livestream room.

In just the blink of an eye, the two lucky viewers for tonight’s stream had already been randomly selected.

Glancing at the names of the two viewers, Lu Heng softly read, "Let’s congratulate ’~風情萬種の青щα’ and ’Yes It’s Me’ on becoming tonight’s lucky viewers!"

The birth of these two lucky winners naturally drew enthusiastic applause from the viewers.

"666666! That first lucky viewer’s name is seriously retro!"

"Thinking back twenty years, I too was a wild and unruly Shamate noble."

"It really is retro!"

"Shamate will never be slaves!"

"Let me just say, anyone who could pull off a Shamate hairstyle had good hair quality!"

"I’m crying like Rem! Back when I was young and reckless, I started balding early, so I couldn’t even do a hairstyle if I wanted to."

"That really is a sad story! *side-eye smile*"

"No matter what, Shamate still beats some of the sissy looks these days!"

"In my opinion, Shamate’s overly flamboyant hairstyles aren’t actually good-looking, they’re just a momentary thrill. Once these people get older, get married, feel the pressure, they’ll stop playing like that."

"Young people nowadays definitely won’t like hairstyles that don’t boost their looks, so Shamate was destined to become history."

"True, among today’s young crowd, what’s trendy is feminization. Whether it’s guys or girls, everyone likes to do makeup and draw their brows."

"Makeup plus beauty filters can give your looks an unprecedented buff, and Shamate just can’t compete with that."

"Shamate sure triggers some nostalgia, but what I miss most is the beef noodle shop downstairs, it’s been closed for a long time now."

"Makes sense. There used to be tons of beef noodle and lamb noodle joints near my place, but in the end they all met the same fate and went bust."

"The beef noodle shop near my place is even funnier, going all-in on ’high-end’—one bowl costs sixty or seventy, even over a hundred. I seriously have no idea what the hell the boss has in his head."

"High-end noodle shops are just nonsense! Noodles themselves are a cheap food. I choose noodles precisely because they’re cheap. If you want me to eat overpriced noodles, then why wouldn’t I just go for hotpot or stir‑fry instead?"

"I feel like, if you want a restaurant to do well, either go the everyman route—big portions, filling, good value—or go properly high-end targeting rich people."

"Exactly. Taking normal food and branding it as high-end... you think we’re suckers?"

"Maybe they really are just aiming to fleece rich suckers?"

"Just because someone’s rich doesn’t mean they’re all suckers!"

"The way I see it, these beef noodle places charge boldly, but when it comes to meat they’re stingy as hell."

"And it’s not just the price. I’ve eaten at a lot of noodle shops where one bowl doesn’t even fill you up; they can’t bear to put in more noodles."

"I’m dying! They can’t bear to give more beef, and they can’t even bear to throw in a few extra strands of noodles!"

Lu Heng watched the bullet comments scrolling past on his phone screen.

It really did fit his goofy viewers’ style—chatting away and habitually going completely off-topic.

They started with "Shamate," and then suddenly they’d jumped to "beef noodles."

This kind of mental leap really leaves you no choice but to be impressed!

"Now then, let’s welcome tonight’s first lucky viewer—’~風情萬種の青щα’!"

Lu Heng read out the lucky viewer’s name, then found the account and sent a co‑mic invitation.

After a short while, the other side accepted the invite.

This viewer with the very Shamate‑style username was no longer young.

But though he was over forty, his face still retained a dash of handsome charm.

Those bright, deep eyes were like the starry sky, revealing a kind of weathered yet profound allure.

His thick black hair had started to show a touch of gray, which only added to his mature appeal.

On his long, strong jaw, a few deep wrinkles that could no longer be disguised marked the traces of time.

His straight nose bridge and firm lip line further outlined his resolve and decisiveness.

He exuded a self‑confident, composed aura that made him unforgettable at a single glance.

Once the viewers saw tonight’s first guest appear, they rushed to fire off comments.

"Damn! Bro, you’re way too handsome and too charismatic!"

"If I can be like this in middle age, I don’t ask for your face, Bro, I just want that confidence and calm aura!"

"Say no more, just based on his vibe, Bro’s definitely an exec at some listed group."

"Bro, do you happen to need a son?"

"Seeing you, Bro, I finally believe the saying that our livestream chat is ’average face: Xiaoshuai’."

"With looks and presence like Bro’s, just how ugly are you lot to need him to pull the average up?"

"Judging from that username, I thought it was some goofy young dude. Didn’t expect such a gentle, refined middle‑aged bro."

"Uncle, if you were twenty years younger, I would definitely be chasing you!"

"Tch! If Bro really was twenty years younger, you think he’d need you to chase him?"

"Look at him at forty—weathered yet refined. Then look at my husband in his early thirties, already fat as a ball!"

"Honey, how can you talk about me like that?"

"Damn! The husband and wife are both in the livestream?"

"Judging by how they sound, I bet they’re not even watching from the same place..."

The appearance of tonight’s first lucky viewer immediately drew a wave of compliments from everyone.

After taking one look at him, Lu Heng smiled and said, "Young friend, good evening!"

"Good evening to you too, Old Daoist!"

Although this "Shamate" middle‑aged bro carried himself with poise, he still seemed a bit nervous in front of Lu Heng.

Seeing this, Lu Heng kept smiling as he added, "Young friend, there’s no need to be too nervous."

"How should I address you, young friend?"

"Old Daoist, my surname is Xu, and my given name is just one character, Jie."

"You can just call me Young Xu."

The middle‑aged bro forced down his nervousness and answered with a smile as well.

Lu Heng’s persona really did give him a bit of an edge.

No matter who stood before him, even if they were in their forties or fifties, or seventies or eighties, they still had to call themselves "young."

After listening to the brief introduction from the middle‑aged man, Xu Jie, Lu Heng nodded slightly and said, "So it’s Young Friend Xu!"

"May I ask what you’d like to have calculated tonight, Young Friend Xu?"

"Well..."

Hearing Lu Heng’s question, Xu Jie hesitated a little and didn’t answer right away.

He hesitated for quite a while before tentatively asking, "Old Daoist, I’d like to ask you to calculate whether, in this lifetime, I can ever have a child?"