When My Greedy Family Discovers I'm Rich from Livestreaming Chapter 1

At my cousin's wedding, she announced in front of everyone that I had over a hundred million dollars in savings and demanded that I buy a new house for the newlyweds. She then incited our relatives to pressure me into revealing my secret to wealth.

I opened my phone to show them my overdue payment messages, looking helpless. "Megan, have you gone mad with poverty? Where would I get that kind of money?"

Two months ago, Megan discovered my social media account. She kept sending me private messages trying to confirm my identity, but I ignored them all, pretending not to see.

Over the next few days, my videos were repeatedly reported for no reason. After multiple appeals, the platform finally restored my account.

I knew Megan was behind this, but I chose to continue playing dumb.

Three days ago, I received an invitation to my cousin's wedding. I initially planned to just send a cash gift and not attend, but then Grandpa called, saying he missed me and wanted me to come back for sure.

Before moving away for middle school, I had always lived with Grandpa. He was very good to me. Realizing that the last time I visited was during the New Year, I decided to make the trip this time.

But before going back, I had to make thorough preparations.

On the day of the wedding, I rushed to the village right after getting off the plane. These days, not many people hold weddings in villages anymore, as most prefer hotels to appear more prestigious.

The bride was from a neighboring village, and after discussing it, both families decided to hold the wedding in the village to save money.

When I arrived, the ceremony had already started. Megan spotted me from afar and ran over to help with my luggage. I nervously clutched my suitcase, not letting her take it.

She smiled at me, "Lily, let me help you carry it inside. You must be tired from the trip, right?"

I quickly waved her off, "No, no, I'm not tired at all. I'll go see Grandpa at his house first, then come over later."

Seeing me run off in a panic, she became certain that I was the million-dollar influencer she suspected.

I chatted with Grandpa for a while, taking out the clothes, pants, and supplements I had brought for him from my suitcase.

Grandpa had always been frugal, with four sons and one daughter. He always thought of his children first, while he remained skinny as a rail and still worked on the farm.

Just as I was about to take out the prepared cash gift to give to Grandpa, Megan burst in.

"Cousin, what nice things did you bring back? Did you bring any gifts for me?"

She was wearing what appeared to be an expensive outfit, but the loose threads at the seams screamed "cheap knockoff."

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

She felt its thickness and sneered, "Is that all? You're so stingy! You should give Grandpa at least twenty or thirty thousand!"

I grabbed the envelope back from her and gave it to Grandpa. "Keep this for yourself, don't give it to anyone else. They're all able-bodied and can earn their own money. An old man like you doesn't need to support them."

Grandpa lowered his head without a word and put the envelope under his pillow.

I turned and pulled Megan outside. "I don't know how much you gave Grandpa. Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"

Megan choked, "How could I have that kind of money? Unlike you, who's earned so much without telling us."

I didn't respond and walked straight to the wedding venue. There were a lot of relatives, but I wasn't close to many of them. After moving away as a child, I rarely came back. I had only added a few cousins on social media in recent years, but we hardly ever communicated. However, they seemed overly enthusiastic when they saw me.

I could guess who was behind this.