Chapter 225: Husband, What’s Your Take?
When Liu Yue realized she had been blocked, her initial reaction was shock — but that was quickly followed by a mont of clarity. After all, she’d been the one to block him first. It was only natural that he’d return the favor.
The trouble was, aside from Weibo, she had no other way to contact this so-called “Peerless Stock God.”
After thinking for a mont, she composed an apology post directed at him and even called on her fans to help — she asked them to privately ssage him and tag him, hoping he’d see it and take a look at her Weibo.
The post had barely gone live when replies started rolling in.
“First comnt is mine!”
“Holy crap, pharma really was like picking up free money!”
“Feeling bad for our goddess — face slapped twice in a row…”
“Got it, goddess! Already sent the private ssage!”
“This Peerless Stock God has sothing real going on. Who is this mystery master?”
“Reporting in — private ssage sent!”
Reading through the flood of comnts, Liu Yue quietly waited, hoping for a quick reply from him.
anwhile, on a university campus, Wang Haoran had just finished class. He pulled out his phone and checked the market — it was after closing now. Then he opened Weibo.
All those abusive ssages from yesterday? Deleted.
Now, nearly a thousand new private ssages had arrived.
He tapped into a few and found that the tone had taken a dramatic turn.
“Daddy, what should I buy tomorrow?!”
“Daddy, the goddess is looking for you! Go check her out!”
“Daddy, I shouldn’t have trashed you yesterday. I was wrong. Please tell what to buy next!”
“Just followed you — please, Master, post a breakdown for tomorrow’s market!”
“Heaven above, Earth below — I swear by all that is sacred to accept you as my true father. I will serve you as a filial son, body and soul. May the heavens bear witness to my sincerity. Should I ever betray you, may both gods and n strike down! …Okay, I’ve done my part. Daddy, what should I buy tomorrow?”
Wang Haoran skimd the ssages and couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh.
What the hell? These sa people who were cursing him out yesterday were now calling him Daddy.
He even recognized a few of the usernas — yesterday they were among the most vicious, and today they were pretending as if nothing had happened.
No hesitation — he tossed them straight into his blacklist.
Then he checked on his account’s stats.
When he first registered this alt account, he’d had zero followers. The few who had followed him were just trolls — people who wanted to send him hate ssages more conveniently.
But after today’s pharma prediction went viral, the tides had turned. His follower count skyrocketed to over thirty thousand in minutes, and every few seconds it ticked up by another thousand or more.
The growth was absurd.
Next, he clicked over to Liu Yue’s Weibo page. Of course, he saw the apology post she’d written.
She wanted to buy his analysis on the pharma sector?
Wang Haoran smirked. He wasn’t hurting for money, so the offer didn’t impress him much. Still, he figured she deserved a response.
Just not in her comnts section.
She’d blocked him yesterday — now she wanted to play nice again? No way he was letting that slide.
Especially a woman like Liu Yue — proud, icy, full of herself. If you gave her an inch, she’d take the heavens. You had to hold the reins tight from the beginning.
Otherwise, the mont she gets close, she’d be lifting her nose sky-high.
He tapped open a new post.
“Post a Weibo and tag . Say, ‘Husband, I was wrong.’ Then I’ll tell you. Otherwise? Don’t even think about it.”
ssage ready, he hit send.
Back at the villa.
Liu Yue was refreshing the comnts on her apology post every minute. She didn’t want to miss it if Wang Haoran replied.
Sure enough, a notification ca through — a netizen told her there was new activity on “Peerless Stock God’s” page.
Excited, she rushed over to his profile and opened the latest post.
The mont she read the words, her expression froze.
Call him “Husband”? Out loud, on Weibo?
That… really was asking a bit much.
Her first instinct was to bargain. But then she rembered — she was still blocked. No way to ssage him privately or leave a comnt.
She hesitated.
But after a long pause, she forced herself to rationalize it. “It’s just a post, it’s not like I’m calling him that to his face. It’s not a big deal. It’s the internet — who really takes it seriously? No one knows anyone here anyway.”
After convincing herself, Liu Yue took a deep breath, opened the Weibo composer, and typed the words exactly as requested:
@PeerlessStockGod — Husband, I was wrong.
Wang Haoran saw the post and grinned.
Satisfied, he sent her a private ssage, explaining in detail why the pharma sector had surged at the end of the trading day. He laid out the timing, the market signals, and the capital inflow patterns in a way even a rookie could grasp.
Liu Yue read his ssage and suddenly felt everything click into place.
Enlightennt dawned.
In that mont, her admiration for the Peerless Stock God deepened like ink soaking into silk.
—
Night fell.
In the spacious living room of the villa, Liu Yue sat before her laptop, preparing her usual forecast for tomorrow’s stock market. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard — but then paused.
The sting of getting it wrong two days in a row had left a shadow in her heart.
A hint of hesitation.
That tiny seed of self-doubt blood just enough to make her hesitate. So she typed up a rough draft of her thoughts and sent them to Peerless Stock Deity.
“I’ve got a take on tomorrow’s market… what do you think?”
She waited for several minutes before his reply arrived.
“I’ll give you a chance to rephrase that. You want to ask sothing — how should you say it?”
Liu Yue blinked. Then her lips curved faintly as realization dawned.
She opened the ssage box again and typed a new line.
“Husband, what’s your take?”
After what happened on Weibo, the words ca easier. Everyone had already seen her call him that publicly. What more was there to lose? And this was just a private ssage — no one else would see it.
The mont her ssage landed, the reply ca swiftly.
“Good progress. Your prediction is spot-on.”
Liu Yue exhaled in relief. Then, without delay, her fingers began dancing confidently across the keyboard, the keys clicking with crisp energy as she worked on her post.
There was a noticeable bounce in her posture. The hesitation was gone — confidence had returned.
Across the room, not far away, Ji Shuiyao was curled up on the couch, composing a ssage on her phone, fingers gliding delicately across the screen.
“What are you working on, Sixth Sister?”
Just then, Qiu Qianwei walked in from the kitchen, having just finished washing the dishes. She plopped down on the sofa next to Ji Shuiyao and blurted the question without warning.
Thud.
Startled, Ji Shuiyao’s hand jerked. Her phone slipped from her fingers and hit the floor.
With a slight frown, she groaned, “Seventh Sister, could you not scare people like that out of nowhere? You nearly gave a heart attack.”
Muttering her complaint, she bent down to pick up her phone from the floor.
Luckily, the phone was made well. Despite being dropped twice in one day — both tis thanks to Qiu Qianwei — the screen remained intact.
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