Who Needs a CEO? I Choose Stardom

”To be honest, I’ve been guessing this whole time whether this long package was a fishing rod. Let’s open this one first!”

Ni Bingyan rubbed her hands together, deftly picked up a small pair of scissors, and quickly opened the package.

Sang Yuan glanced at the livestream camera and sighed, refraining from rushing to open it for her.

If he showed any signs of being wary of her fans in front of so many people, they would surely get #NiBingyanBreakUp trending in minutes.

These days, it might be hard to play matchmaker, but breaking up a happy couple was all too easy!

While Sang Yuan was fraught with worry, the fans in the livestream found her giddy anticipation amusing and couldn’t help but feel curious themselves.

But after Ni Bingyan opened the cardboard box, she just stared inside without moving, and the comment section started buzzing:

[What is it? Is it a fishing rod?]

[I’m guessing it’s a fishing rod, too. She loves fishing so much, a fan would definitely think of sending her one. With a box this shape, what else could a fan send her? A mop?]

[Hurry up and take it out! Don’t just look at it by yourself!]

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After the fans had urged her relentlessly, she finally picked up a piece of paper from the box.

”There was a letter inside. I couldn’t help but read it.”

Ni Bingyan smiled as she folded the letter, carefully tucking it into her pocket before turning back to the package.

Clearly, she had no intention of making the letter public.

Even though it was from a fan, it was still a private letter. It would be terrible to accidentally expose the fan’s personal information!

Inside the box was a long, transparent plastic case.

Opening the case and unwrapping the protective bubble wrap, Ni Bingyan carefully took out an ice fishing rod.

It was a handmade ice fishing rod. The exquisite handle was made of wood, and it was carved with several ice flowers.

The flexible carbon rod was thin and short, completely different from a regular fishing rod.

The moment she held it, with just a light grip, Ni Bingyan completely fell in love.

”Seeing this rod reminds me of my time filming *Demon Suppression Tower* in the Northeast last year. I happened to stumble upon an ice fishing competition back then and even won a prize.”

Ni Bingyan recounted the incident with a cheerful smile.

The incident had even gotten her trending at the time, and her die-hard fans all remembered. Seeing her bring it up herself, they couldn’t help but flood the chat with ”Hahaha.”

”Thank you to my friend from the Northeast. I really love this rod you made for me by hand. If I get the chance to go ice fishing again, I’ll definitely take it with me.”

Ni Bingyan stroked the rod and, remembering the words in the letter, added a few more things:

”To this friend, if you’re in the livestream right now, besides thank you, I also want to tell you that mechanics aren’t just a man’s romance—it’s cool for girls to study it, too! What limits our achievements shouldn’t be our gender, but whether we work hard enough. You can do it! You’ll definitely become an amazing engineer!”

Far away in the Northeast, a girl watching this couldn’t help but clench her fists.

That night, she replayed the screen recording dozens of times. As soon as dawn broke, she slung her backpack on and headed to the library.

For her, a life already filled with passion now had an extra dose of dauntless courage.

This experience was not only special for Ni Bingyan, but for the fan, it was something to be remembered for a lifetime.

Ni Bingyan lovingly put the ice fishing rod away, then returned to the camera and picked up another cardboard box that was closer to her to open.

The second gift was a hand-knitted sweater.

Ni Bingyan held it up by the collar, displaying the sweater for the camera, and everyone couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

On the front of the gentle, grayish-blue sweater was a light-golden golden retriever.

It was knitted so skillfully that it looked incredibly lifelike!

Ni Bingyan’s fans immediately recognized him—it was Wangcai!

”Oh my god! It’s so beautiful! It’s hand-knitted, one of a kind in the whole world. How could I ever bring myself to wear it!”

Receiving such a warm gift on a cold autumn day, Ni Bingyan was truly moved!

As she shook out the sweater, a letter fell out. Her view was blocked by the sweater, and she only noticed the letter when it fell under the table and hit her foot.

She bent down, picked it up, opened it, and read it silently as before.

This time, after finishing the letter, she didn’t just fold it and put it aside. Instead, she smiled and shared it with her fans.

Her voice was filled with emotion and pride:

”This was most likely sent by one of my ’mom fans.’ She reminds me in the letter to wear more layers now that it’s getting cold.”

Such a reminder was all too unfamiliar to her.

When she was very young, she didn’t understand heat or cold. Sometimes, a moment of negligence from an auntie at the orphanage would lead to her getting sick.

The orphanage was short on medicine and medical care, so being sick was incredibly difficult. That’s why she learned to take care of herself at a young age.

Aside from experiencing such care through the original owner’s memories, this was the first time she had ever received this kind of kindness herself.

”Thank you, thank you. I don’t know where you’re from or who you are, but I can feel the motherly love woven into every single stitch.”

Ni Bingyan didn’t have a mother. Being cared for like this made her nose tingle.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she shook out the sweater and put it on right there in front of the camera.

The sweater was a perfect fit, and she looked beautiful in it.

To have knitted it so perfectly without ever having met her in person, you could tell this fan was truly dedicated.

She was about to open the third package when she suddenly received a voice call request.

In all the time she’d been streaming, this was the very first one.

Ni Bingyan was tempted to accept, but seeing so many packages left on the table, she didn’t want to disrupt her rhythm.

She was still hesitating when she saw the caller’s ID: ”TheSweaterIKnitted.”

Seeing that, Ni Bingyan immediately accepted.

The call connected, but the moment the person on the other end spoke, she froze.

”AHEM, can you hear me? I’m the fan who knitted your sweater.”

Hearing his voice, the other viewers in the livestream immediately went wild, spamming the comments!

Yes, *his* voice. It was a ”he,” not a ”she.”

Ni Bingyan was completely petrified.

So the person who had moved her to the brink of tears was a... male mom fan?

What kind of crazy plot twist was this?!

”I was so moved a second ago I was about to cry, but now after seeing your comments, I feel like I’m going to die laughing right here!”

Ni Bingyan cleverly defused the awkwardness. The caller had a good sense of humor too and immediately replied:

”Sigh, I wasn’t going to make a fuss, but, you know, even though ’dad fans’ might be rare, we need to be recognized!”

Seeing him even coin the term ”dad fan” for himself, the viewers went even crazier with laughter!

The guy was quite chatty. Seeing everyone laughing, he acted very nonchalantly:

”Sigh, go ahead and laugh! Laugh all you want! I’m used to it.”

”Let me tell you, I knit all the sweaters my wife and daughter wear.”

”I love knitting, but that doesn’t stop me from being a real man!”

”It’s a personal hobby that I don’t usually dare let anyone besides my wife and kid know about. I’m just secretly showing off a little. You guys can understand that, right?”

The viewers were about to pass out from laughing!

The screen was flooded with, ”We get it, we get it, we totally get it!”

The man was incredibly talkative. It was probably just as he said—this was a hobby that was hard to show off in real life, so now that he finally had the chance, he was naturally going to make the most of it.

”Okay, thank you for the support, sir! I wish you and your wife a long and happy life together!”

She was really trying to cover all her bases.

A die-hard fan had suddenly appeared, and a married man at that. If the couple were to fight because of her, she would be to blame.

”No need to thank me. My wife and kid are sitting right next to me! Speaking of which, our whole family are your fans. The reason I knitted this sweater was because my wife asked me to. After I finished it and listened to her gush about you, I became a fan too.”

The ”male mom fan” laughed freely and disconnected the call. Any lingering sentimentality in Ni Bingyan’s heart vanished completely; she just felt her face was stiff from smiling so much!

”Alright, alright, let’s hurry up and open the third one!”

Ni Bingyan looked up at the wall clock. Seeing it was already past seven and she had only opened two gifts, she grabbed the smallest box and tore it open in a couple of moves.