When My Family Found Out I'm a Streamer

My cousin Daisy Jackman found out about my job as a streamer, and it drove her mad with jealousy. She watched me land a new advertisement every two days, her envy growing with each post.

At my Cousin Erick's wedding, she decided to make a scene. In front of everyone, she announced that I had millions in savings and insisted I buy Erick a new house.

She even rallied the relatives to pressure me into revealing my "secret to wealth."

I opened my payment app, showing my debt. "Daisy, have you lost your mind? Where would I get that kind of money?"

1

Two months ago, Daisy had discovered my short video account and bombarded me with private messages, trying to confirm my identity.

I ignored them all, pretending not to see.

But soon, my videos started getting mysteriously reported.

After multiple appeals, the platform restored my account. I knew Daisy was behind it, but I chose to play dumb.

When I received the invitation to Erick's wedding, I initially planned to send a gift and skip attending.

But then Grandpa Rick called, saying he missed me and insisted I come.

Before middle school, I'd lived with Rick, who had always treated me well.

The last time I'd visited was during the Christmas holidays, so I decided to go this time.

But I knew I had to prepare thoroughly before returning.

On the wedding day, I rushed to the village as soon as I got off the plane.

Few people held weddings in the village anymore-most preferred the church.

But Erick's bride was from the neighboring village, and the families decided to make it special by hosting the wedding in the village.

When I arrived, the bride had already been brought home.

Laughter echoed through the sky, giving the whole village a joyous atmosphere.

Daisy spotted me from afar and ran over to help with my luggage.

I nervously clutched my suitcase, refusing to let her take it.

She chuckled, "Zoe, let me carry it inside for you. You must be tired from the trip."

I quickly waved her off. "Not tired at all. I'll visit Grandpa first and come over later."

Seeing my hurried escape, Daisy was convinced I was the millionaire streamer.

I spent some time chatting with Rick, unpacking the clothes and supplements I'd brought for him.

Rick had always lived modestly, raising four sons and a daughter, always putting their needs before his own.

He was so thin he resembled a skeleton, yet he still worked the fields.

Just as I was about to give him the cash gift I'd prepared, Daisy burst in.

"Cousin, what goodies did you bring back? Got any gifts for me?"

She wore an outfit that seemed luxurious, but the frayed seams betrayed its cheapness.

Before I could stop her, she snatched the cash gift from my hand.

She squeezed it, showing disdain. "Just this much? Zoe, you're too stingy! You should at least give grandpa twenty or thirty thousand!"

I grabbed the money back and handed it to Rick. "Keep it for yourself. Don't give it to anyone. They can earn their own money; you don't need to support them."

Rick silently tucked the money under his pillow.

I turned to Daisy. "How much did you give Rick? Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"

She was taken aback. "I don't have any money! Unlike you, who earn so much and keep it from us."

I ignored her and headed to the banquet.

The banquet was filled with relatives, but I knew few of them well.

After moving away as a child, I rarely returned, only adding a few cousins on social media in recent years.

Despite this, they greeted me warmly, clearly orchestrated by someone.

2

My aunt Lisa approached, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "Oh, Zoe, you're getting prettier by the day. They say wealth brings out your beauty, and it seems true."

I feigned a smile. "Auntie, don't be joking. It's not about money; I've always been pretty."

She wasn't offended. "Yes, yes, you have been beautiful since you were little. Come, join me."

She led me to the main table, reserved for the groom's closest family.

I instinctively wanted to leave, but Karen held me firmly. "Stay here."

Her smile seemed unsettling.

As the kitchen began serving dishes, the room buzzed with chatter and laughter, but our table was silent, all eyes fixed on me.

Karen sat beside me, persistently serving me food. A sense of foreboding washed over me.

A sense of foreboding washed over me.

Sure enough, Karen spoke, "Zoe, what work are you doing these days?"

I picked up a piece of pie. "Just working like everyone else. What else could I be doing?"

Daisy scoffed. "Zoe, that's not fun. I've seen your account which has over two million followers."

I feigned ignorance. "What account? What followers?"

She hadn't expected me to deny it. She stood up, showing me her phone. "This one. Ms. Sesame, isn't that you?"

I shook my head, hiding my guilt. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Daisy grew more excited. "You may not admit it, but I'm sure it's your account! You take so many ads that you must earn at least a million a month!"

Everyone's eyes lit up. "A million? A million a month? That's incredible."

Daisy tried to see my phone, but I shielded it.

She smirked. "Why are you keeping it from us? Do you really have no idea what I was talking about? Zoe, come on. We're all here struggling to make a living, meanwhile you're secretly amassing wealth? How can you ignore us?"

I put down my fork, meeting her gaze. All I saw was greed.

"Daisy, I am not following. If I earned a million a month, I would be proud of it. Why wouldn't I tell you?"

She didn't believe me. "You say you have no money. Then how did you get that Hermès Constance? That purse costs over a hundred thousand, right? How could you buy such an expensive purse if you're broke?"

I stood up, holding the purse out for Daisy to see. "This is Hermès? Really? I bought it online for like forty or fifty bucks!"

She leaned in, scrutinizing the purse, then pulled out her phone to search for images.

"You're lying! This is a Hermès Constance!" she exclaimed, shoving her phone at Aunt Karen.

"Aunt Karen, look! Isn't it exactly the same?"

Karen glanced between the phone and my purse. "It does look similar, but the big 'H' seems a bit off. See, the sides aren't protruding like the one in the photo."

Daisy's face twisted in disbelief. She ran over to compare the two, her voice rising. "They're really different! You didn't deliberately bring a fake purse to fool us, did you?"

My heart skipped a beat-she'd guessed it.

But I wouldn't admit it.

I quickly pulled out my phone and showed her the order. "I bought this months ago. Why would I lie to you?"

The table fell silent, their interest waning as if their cash cow had vanished.

Uncle Brian muttered, "I told you all that get-rich-quick schemes are a scam. People have to work hard and earn an honest living."

3

I nodded in agreement. "Exactly, working hard and earning an honest living are the ways to go. We need to stay grounded and stop chasing pipe dreams."

But Daisy wasn't done. She kept sending messages on her phone, then suddenly shouted, "Tuxirym! Ms. sesame's location is Tuxirym! It must be you! You live in Tuxirym as well! This can't be incident! You're just pretending to be poor, aren't you?"

Caught off guard, I nervously took a sip of Sprite.

Aunt Karen patted my shoulder. "Zoe, tell Aunt Karen the truth. Do you have money or not?"

Brian chimed in, "Yeah, we're all family. Give us a straight answer. You know, today your second uncle Hank's family is celebrating, and we were supposed to go to a church. In order to save money, it's being held in the countryside. If you have money, you should help us out a bit. Life isn't easy for anyone. As part of the Powell family, you can't be so selfish."

Daisy sneered as she approached me. "Zoe, how much did you give as a wedding gift to Erick? I think you should just buy him a house in the county. A house there is only about a million. You earn that in a month."

Aunt Karen wasn't pleased. "Arthur hasn't bought a house yet. She should buy one for him first!"

The bride and groom chuckled and moved to our table.

During the chat, Daisy chimed in, "Erick, sis promised to buy you a house in the county! You should thank her!"

Aunt Mary widened her eyes. "Really? Zoe, are you buying Erick a house?"

I awkwardly smiled. "Aunt Mary, don't listen to Daisy's nonsense. Where would I get the money to buy a house? I need to pay my rent."

The bride and groom chuckled and moved to the next table, but Aunt Mary pushed the second uncle over to sit with us.

Daisy eyed me with a calculating look.

Her harassment ruined my appetite. And Daisy spoke again. "Zoe, I didn't expect you to be just like your mom."

My hand tightened on my lap. How dared she insult my mom!

I held back my anger; after all, it was a wedding, and it was inappropriate to make a scene.

But I couldn't sit still any longer. Having toasted, I got up to leave.

Unexpectedly, Daisy rushed over and grabbed my purse, starting to rummage through it right in front of me.

The purse wasn't big, with only a few items inside.

There were a phone, an air cushion, and a room card.

Daisy picked up the room card and examined it. "Zoe, do you need to stay at a hotel when you go home?"

She stared at me greedily, making my back feel cold.

I moved over to snatch back my things. "It's none of your business. Don't you know it's improper to snatch others' belongings without asking? And you are even making a scene on Erick's wedding! Have you lost your marbles? Maybe you should see a psychiatrist."

I grabbed my things and headed out, with Daisy angrily cursing behind me. "You piece of shit, how dare you insult me! You just don't want to help your family! Didn't your mom die of a brain tumor? I bet you will share the same curse!"

I stopped and turned to look, Daisy's expression was particularly ferocious, while the others wore expressions of amusement.

I smiled at her, pulled out my phone, switched accounts, and sent her a message.

......

4

"You are born to be underprivileged. Even beggars have more dignity than you. You're just a parasite! No matter how hard you try, you only move from the trash can to the landfill. You're nothing but a waste!"

Daisy saw the message and screamed, rushing out to grab me, but I quickly got into the taxi waiting at the village entrance.

Through the car window, I made a smiling face at her.

She was so furious that she was screaming hysterically. Her roar even scared the driver.

"What's wrong with that girl? Should I stop?" the driver asked.

I laughed and replied, "No need, she just had psychosis."

The driver didn't ask further, and I returned to the hotel to pack up and head back to Forgstan.

I knew Daisy well enough. She would definitely chase after me.

Just as I reached the airport, she sent me a message.

"I'm already downstairs at your hotel. There's no way you can escape. Once I catch you, I will have you hand over the money. All the family members are all here. You can run, but you can't hide!"

I snapped a photo of the airport and sent it to her.

"Dear Daisy, can you follow the plane?"

The next second, I blocked her account.

I could imagine her screaming in frustration.

After all, that was the only trick she knew.

Daisy's antics continued for over two months.

My account was constantly reported for baseless reasons.

I simply stopped updating it; I had more than one account anyway.

Daisy sent me harassing messages every day.

I muted her, ignoring her overwhelming messages.

I was sure that she quite enjoyed this, as a bloodthirsty soldier enjoyed the war.

Well, since it wouldn't bother me, I didn't care.

I thought things would settle down, but the outrageous events continued to unfold.