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

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

One by one, the heavy, ruby-red, grinning pomegranates 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 pomegranate tree; by autumn, I harvested a charming goddess picking pomegranates."

"I want to be the pomegranate 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 comments surged upward like a rocket, fans covered their eyes, peeking through their fingers to see the goddess looking radiant even while picking pomegranates. Then they noticed some 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 moments earlier, suddenly surged to over 6 million, then 7 million, and barreled toward 8 million.

The streaming platform was overwhelmed.

Oh my god, a breathtakingly gorgeous Miss live-streaming a pomegranate-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 pomegranates? Full of nostalgia and childhood memories.

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 camera, watching Delphine climb the tree to pick pomegranates. Her motherly concern escalated, her hands and feet feeling weak as she thought, this is it—tomorrow’s entertainment 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 permeate 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 memory.

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

But in the Leclair Family, as an elite, wealthy household, pomegranate 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 pomegranates ripened, split open, then fell to the ground and rotted into mush.

Delphine reached for a heavy pomegranate 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 seemed locked in place, the silence eerie as death.