the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 181: In spring I planted a pomegranate tree, by autu

Delphine set down her paintbrush and got up, walking towards the pogranate tree opposite her.

Because the livestream cara was positioned directly in front of the easel, fans in the chat stared in confusion as their beloved celebrity walked out of fra. Then the cara shook briefly, and when it refocused, Delphine was already perched on one of the sturdy branches of the pogranate tree, happily picking the fruits.

One by one, the heavy, ruby-red, grinning pogranates were picked by her slender, porcelain hands and placed neatly into a woven bamboo basket.

The fans in the chat were dumbfounded, utterly at a loss.

The livestream exploded.

"Oh my god, I just went to pour myself a glass of water—how is the goddess suddenly on a tree?!"

"In spring, I planted a pogranate tree; by autumn, I harvested a charming goddess picking pogranates."

"I want to be the pogranate in her hand."

"I want to be the bamboo basket in her hand."

"OMG, my eyes are blind; ask no questions, go commit self-destruction."

The bullet comnts surged upward like a rocket, fans covered their eyes, peeking through their fingers to see the goddess looking radiant even while picking pogranates. Then they noticed so trolls sneering in the chat, and instantly, they were enraged.

Rows and rows of airplane and rocket emojis filled the screen.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful—" flooded every corner of the chat.

The trolls were foaming at the mouth—why were her die-hard fans so rich and unreasonable?

The livestream, which had only attracted over 5 million viewers monts earlier, suddenly surged to over 6 million, then 7 million, and barreled toward 8 million.

The streaming platform was overwheld.

Oh my god, a breathtakingly gorgeous Miss live-streaming a pogranate-picking session? So down-to-earth—why had no one thought of this content before?!

Nowadays, livestreams of makeup tutorials, gaming, and cooking were unimaginative and overdone. A session climbing a tree to pick pogranates? Full of nostalgia and childhood mories.

The majority of viewers were young people—who hadn’t climbed a tree to pick fruits as a mischievous kid? This refreshingly grounded content instantly gained countless new fans.

Awwww, Delphine is just too adorable.

Kyla Zamora stood off cara, watching Delphine climb the tree to pick pogranates. Her motherly concern escalated, her hands and feet feeling weak as she thought, this is it—tomorrow’s entertainnt headlines are definitely going to read: "Twin Flowers’ Most Beautiful Actress Climbs Tree to Livestream Picking Fruit" plastered across the front pages!

The image of her elegant, cold, high-profile persona was utterly ruined!

Kyla hovered in a daze, casting a glance at the skyrocketing and borderline frenzied viewer count in the livestream. She gasped sharply—this was truly done for.

Delphine had no idea her manager was verging on despair. When she was a child living with her grandma, the backyard had dozens of peach and loquat trees. Every harvest season, the fragrance of ripe fruits would perate the tiny tiled house. She would carry a basket, climb the trees, and pick all the peaches and loquats—the biggest and sweetest ones saved for grandma, while the rest were sold in the town market to cover her tuition for the year.

It was her most cherished childhood mory.

In her first year living at the Leclair residence, she stood beneath two pogranate trees and felt like she was back at her grandmother’s modest ho.

But in the Leclair Family, as an elite, wealthy household, pogranate trees were planted purely for symbolic blessing—for prosperity and many descendants; no one picked the fruits to eat them. Even the servants didn’t dare touch what belonged to the family.

Year after year, she would watch as the pogranates ripened, split open, then fell to the ground and rotted into mush.

Delphine reached for a heavy pogranate hanging from a slightly distant branch, and instinctively leaned her body forward.

"Get down." A low, stern, and furious male voice, sharp as a clap of thunder, suddenly rang out.

Delphine froze in place; Kyla looked horrified. The livestream screen seed locked in place, the silence eerie as death.