Became a National Couple with My Ex Chapter 54: I'm Teaching You How to Be Sweet to Me

Liang Yixuan didn’t go anywhere today. She stayed curled up in the apartment, imagining all the questions netizens might ask during the livestream.

She dragged Bian Xu into going over their "testimony" on and off all day—discussing what to say if they were asked about what was in the box, any past issues between them, how and where they officially got together, etc.—just to make sure they presented a united front and avoided stirring up drama.

But to her surprise, netizens didn’t follow any kind of script.

Looking back, she should’ve listened when Bian Xu said, "Plans can’t keep up with changes." Instead of overthinking, she should’ve just eaten and relaxed.

On camera, Liang Yixuan froze for a moment. She remembered the crew had told her, "You don’t have to answer every question—just pick the ones you’re comfortable with." She skimmed quickly through the barrage of comments that were lagging the system.

But there were no wild, unexpected questions like she’d imagined. Every single one, neatly formatted and repeated over and over, was asking: when are you getting married?

Bian Xu glanced at the comments, then slowly sat up straight from his relaxed pose on the couch. He adjusted his shirt cuffs, as if suddenly taking some interest.

Liang Yixuan turned to him. "...Maybe say hi to everyone first?"

「You only have thirty minutes. The other couple next door spent five whole minutes just on greetings—total waste of time. Not falling for it again :)」

「No need for small talk. Just answer the question: when are you getting married?」

The comments lined up again like soldiers.

Bian Xu clasped his hands over his knees, tilted his head toward Liang Yixuan, and said, "They’re asking you. When are we getting married?"

Liang Yixuan couldn’t tell if Bian Xu really didn’t notice her silent plea for help—or if he was just messing with her on purpose.

"They’re not asking just me." She frowned at him.

Bian Xu raised an eyebrow and tilted his head again. "I’ve got no problem with it."

"……"

「Damn, that head tilt hit me hard—I’m dead. How about you, Teacher Liang?」

「Even Duan Ye would give that answer a thumbs up.」

「Did you hear that, Teacher Liang? Teacher Bian said he’s got no issue. Just give him the nod, and we’ll help you move into the civil affairs office right now.」

So much for the plan to present a united front tonight. It fell apart as soon as they went live.

Liang Yixuan shot Bian Xu a side-eye. No more mercy. She turned to the camera and said seriously, "I think he’s got plenty of issues."

「The word ‘issues’ already has three different meanings in three sentences between the two of them. Chinese is truly rich and profound.」

「What kind of issues does Teacher Bian have? Say the word and we’ll back you up!」

"You’ve watched the show long enough. Don’t you already know what his issues are?" Liang Yixuan glanced at Bian Xu again.

「Yup, the issue is clearly his mouth.」

「Quick, someone sew Teacher Bian’s mouth shut.」

「If giving up a mouth gets you a wife, it’s totally worth it.」

Comments flew by so fast, Liang Yixuan couldn’t keep up. She turned back and whispered, "Say something, will you?"

Bian Xu pointed at the comments, then made a zipper motion across his lips.

"……"

「I misjudged Bian Xu. He’s not emotionally clueless at all—he’s a master at playing along (cue rooster crowing)」

「This isn’t just playing along. He zipped his lips—that’s basically a marriage proposal, girls!」

「It’s official. This is real. I’m sending my wedding gift!」

「And the surgery fee for zipping his mouth!」

A flurry of gift animations flashed across the phone screen.

Liang Yixuan remembered the crew had mentioned the tipping feature, and looked up. "Is that what they meant by tipping?"

The staff nodded and motioned off-camera—50/50 split.

"We’re not taking a cut," Liang Yixuan told them with a shake of her head, then turned back to the camera. "Everyone, please stop sending gifts."

「Our goddess is so honest. So cute (^3^)」

「How can we not tip? Don’t let the production team make a cent off this! Teacher Liang, please accept our support!」

「Teacher Bian, please control her (you’re allowed to speak for thirty minutes)」

"Can’t do that. You have to listen to Teacher Liang." Bian Xu made an upward gesture to the staff. "Camera."

The crew, confused, tilted the camera upward.

A massive crystal chandelier hanging from the second-floor ceiling filled the center of the screen.

Two seconds later, the camera returned to Bian Xu and Liang Yixuan.

"Message received," Bian Xu said, lifting a hand. "We’re not short on money."

Liang Yixuan: "……"

「…………」

「What just ran over my face?」

「That’d be wealth.」

「[Salute] That chandelier alone could buy a house inside the third ring road. I’m offended. No more tipping.」

「If they’d held that shot one second longer, I’d be blind from the glare.」

「Is this what rich people’s ceilings look like? Who needs studio lights when your chandelier does it all?」

「I came for a love story, not a flex-off (flips table)」

「Isn’t this also a love story? Sounds exactly like a groom politely refusing cash gifts on the wedding day.」

「Isn’t this also a love story? It proves the livestream’s happening at Teacher Bian’s house—he’s already brought her home!」

Liang Yixuan gave Bian Xu a helpless look.

Bian Xu just spread his hands like he was innocent.

They exchanged a glance, and just like that, a new question popped up in the comment feed.

「Next question: Teacher Liang, where did you sleep last night?」

「Just curious—where did Teacher Liang sleep last night?」

「No hidden meaning—just wondering, where did Teacher Liang sleep last night?」

"...I slept in my own apartment," Liang Yixuan answered.

「So it was a peaceful night.」

「Not so fast—we haven’t asked Teacher Bian yet.」

「Just a casual question: where did Teacher Bian sleep last night?」

「Let’s not connect the dots—just tell us, Teacher Bian, where did you sleep last night?」

A few comments popped up in the stream, suggesting that people stop asking such personal questions.

Bian Xu clearly noticed that Liang Yixuan was starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

Out of view of the camera, he gently patted the back of her hand. Then, facing the camera, he let out a dramatic sigh and said, "I slept on the couch."

The comments instantly shifted focus and exploded into teasing.

「So you two made it official yesterday? Who confessed first?」

"If not me, who else?" Bian Xu replied without hesitation.

「What a shame. Teacher Liang, are you sure you don’t want to consider Brother Ji instead?」

Bian Xu: "?"

「Who let the traitor in?! Teacher Liang, are you really not going to consider Brother Ji?」

「This is the Re-Xu Liang-Yuan livestream, sis, did you enter the wrong room? Teacher Liang, how about Brother Ji one last time?」

"I…" Liang Yixuan had just started to speak when Bian Xu let out a soft laugh.

"No more questions," Bian Xu said, turning to the staff. "We’re done here."

"But Teacher Bian, fifteen minutes is the minimum—we’re not there yet…" The staff put their hands together in a pleading gesture.

「Don’t leave, Teacher Bian! We were wrong orz」

「Who even is Brother Ji? Teacher Bian is the coolest!」

「Teacher Bian is forever a legend!」

「One smile from Teacher Bian and even Mona Lisa would fall for him!」

「One tear from Teacher Bian and every female lead on Jinjiang would surrender!」

Liang Yixuan glanced at the unbothered Bian Xu and turned back to the camera. "You guys can keep asking, but we won’t answer every question…"

「Yes, ma’am! Serious question now (hands Teacher Bian a candy): Teacher Liang, what do you like about Teacher Bian?」

Liang Yixuan looked thoughtful as she read the comment.

Things went quiet for a moment on both sides of the screen. Then Bian Xu slowly turned his head toward her. "You need that long to think about it?"

「Don’t rush her, Teacher Bian. She’s just buying time—not like she can’t think of your good points.」

It wasn’t that Liang Yixuan couldn’t think of an answer—she just felt shy saying something so heartfelt in front of so many people. So she turned the question back around: "What do you like about him?"

「We like that he likes you.」

Liang Yixuan smiled. "Then I like that too."

Bian Xu lowered his eyes and smiled as well.

「Then what about Teacher Bian? What do you like about Teacher Liang?」

"Me?" Bian Xu raised his eyebrows. "I’m different."

Liang Yixuan looked at him, puzzled.

Bian Xu looked at her and said slowly, "Whether she likes me or not… I still like her."

「…I’m done. I’ve died.」

「…My dog’s gone too.」

「And I’m willingly heartbroken.」

「Get your screenshots ready—these few seconds will feed me for ten years.」

「Why did I come into someone else’s perfect love story just to get emotionally wrecked?」

「Do you gain anything from breaking your poor auntie’s heart like this, huh? qaq」

「I take it back. Forget sewing up Teacher Bian’s mouth—he can talk all he wants.」

After realizing that sneaky or overly personal questions led nowhere, and that serious questions were more likely to earn sweet moments, the comment section started behaving more "properly."

Liang Yixuan had no idea how netizens came up with such creative questions—one moment they were asking her and Bian Xu to describe each other using animals, the next they were wondering how they’d react if the other ever cheated.

She handled the serious, straightforward answers, while Bian Xu was in charge of quick comebacks and playful responses. Before they knew it, they’d already answered a dozen questions and were approaching the 30-minute livestream limit.

The comments got anxious again, and just three minutes before the stream was set to end, they played their ultimate card—

「Time’s almost up! Let’s talk about the future—when are you having kids?」

「Not being inappropriate, just really want to see you two with a baby. So… when are you having kids?」

「Please do another livestream when you throw a full-month baby party! Just tell us—when are you having kids?」

Once again, Liang Yixuan froze in front of the camera.

Bian Xu lifted his eyelids lazily. "Have kids? What—she’s not going to dance anymore?"

Liang Yixuan blinked in surprise, glancing over at him.

Bian Xu nodded toward the staff. "Are we done?"

"Then please say goodbye to everyone," a staff member whispered.

Liang Yixuan bowed slightly to the camera. "Thank you all for your support and company over the past few weeks. From now on, Teacher Bian and I will live well and work hard together. And if there’s… good news in the future, we’ll be sure to share it with everyone."

「Don’t know why… I suddenly feel like crying.」

「You’re not alone—I can barely see my screen right now.」

「I won’t cry… next time we meet, it’ll be for happy news!」

「Re-Xu Liang-Yuan will definitely see you all again!」

Just as the comment section had become deeply sentimental, one abrupt comment popped up from a user with a string of numbers as their ID:

「Xiao Xu, it’s Grandpa. Call me after this—we need to talk about your wedding.」

Liang Yixuan froze in surprise.

Bian Xu slowly blinked.

The comment section also paused for a few seconds.

Then, as if on cue, everyone decided to stop crying and jump on the joke train with "Grandpa." The feed exploded into laughter and a flood of copycat comments.

「Xiao Xu, this is Dad. Call me after the stream to discuss your wedding.」

「Xiao Xu, this is Mom. Call me after the stream to discuss your wedding.」

「Xiao Xu, this is Grandma. Call me after the stream to discuss your wedding.」

Liang Yixuan and Bian Xu: "……"

The livestream ended. The staff thanked them for their cooperation and began packing up the equipment.

Bian Xu ruffled Liang Yixuan’s hair. "Tired?"

Liang Yixuan glanced at the nearby staff and answered softly, "Not really."

Physically, she wasn’t tired—but mentally, she’d been tense all day.

Unlike Bian Xu, she wasn’t shameless enough to get all affectionate in front of the crew. Glancing around, she changed the subject casually.

"Where’s Peach? You didn’t bring Peach home?"

"With Lu Yuan," Bian Xu said as he stood up, stretched his neck, and poured her a glass of warm water. He placed it in front of her. "You want to play with her? I’ll bring her over if you do."

"Will you have time to take care of her if she comes here?"

"I already have to match your schedule—now I gotta match a dog’s too?" Bian Xu shook his head. "If she’s coming here, I’ll just hire a dog nanny."

"That’s kind of a hassle. Maybe I’ll bring her to my place. I can walk her before work, and when I get home—"

Before Liang Yixuan could finish explaining her dog care plan, Bian Xu cut her off. "Say that again? ‘My place,’ ‘your place’?"

Liang Yixuan froze for a moment before realizing what he meant. She glanced toward the staff.

Just then, the crew finished up and quickly carried the equipment out of the apartment.

As the door closed, Bian Xu sat back down on the sofa, pulled her into his lap, and looked into her eyes. "You’re not planning to move in with me?"

Liang Yixuan braced herself with a hand on his shoulder. "…I’m renting with Xiao Jie. It’d be awkward to move out halfway."

"You haven’t even asked her—how do you know it’d be awkward? Maybe she’s been wanting to live alone and finds you waking up early annoying."

"…" Liang Yixuan shot him a look. "Isn’t your place far from the dance center?"

"How long does it take you to get there from your place?"

"With the subway and walking, about forty-five minutes."

"Then driving you from here would take, what, thirty minutes? Totally manageable."

Liang Yixuan blinked. "You’re saying you’d drive me?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Every weekday?"

"Yep."

"You’re planning to stay here long-term?"

"You’re in Nanhuai—where else would I live?"

"But don’t you need to go back to the island to make music? The equipment here isn’t top-tier."

"Then I’ll just make the occasional trip. If you think it’s too quiet when I’m gone, stay with your roommate. If not, just stay here—I’ll have a driver take you to and from work."

Liang Yixuan frowned. "You clearly can plan all this out so well, but you used to be so impossible."

"Digging up my past now?"

Liang Yixuan turned her head. "Fine, I won’t."

Bian Xu pulled her higher into his lap, took her arms and looped them around his neck, then gently pressed her head onto his shoulder. "Now do those two things, and say: ‘I am bringing up the past.’"

Liang Yixuan lifted her head. "What?"

Bian Xu rubbed her earlobe. "I’m teaching you how to act cute with me."

Liang Yixuan looked down at him and gave a soft "Oh," but couldn’t help the smile creeping up her face.

Bian Xu gazed at her for a moment, then lowered her head and leaned in to kiss her.

Just then, a sudden buzz from a phone interrupted the moment.

Liang Yixuan quickly turned to glance at Bian Xu’s phone on the coffee table. The caller ID lit up: Grandpa.

A flash of realization crossed her mind.

"That number ID in the livestream comment earlier… don’t tell me…" she murmured.

Bian Xu paused thoughtfully, one arm around her back as he picked up the phone with the other.

From the other end came the voice of an elderly man, laced with annoyance: "You punk—you’re getting married and having kids, and still haven’t brought her home? Do you even still recognize me as your grandpa?"