Although most people didn't believe that Jiang Qin's singing could soothe mental energy, they still acknowledged her voice.
As a result, many edited and uploaded clips from An Zeyu's live stream that evening to the StarNet.
The titles were all about Jiang Qin.
[Seeking Info on This Female—The Whole Network Wants to Know!]
[Run-Down Bar Sees 2,000 Guests Overnight—All Because of Her!]
[Can Singing Soothe Mental Energy? Talent or Just a Gimmick?]
Many netizens, lured in by the sensational headlines, ended up completely enchanted by her two songs.
They flooded the comments, asking if the songs were new and when they would be uploaded.
Some speculated whether Jiang Qin was a female beastman with mermaid genes—how could her singing sound so beautiful, so moving?
In today's hyper-competitive interstellar age, people prioritized mental and combat strength above all else.
Entertainment was sorely lacking.
Take music, for instance—the Federation barely released ten new songs a year, and most people listened to music from the Empire.
After all, beastmen with mermaid genes were mostly found in the Empire. Those outside it were rare, and even if they existed, their genes were usually mixed and their voices nowhere near as captivating.
So when people heard this refreshing new style of music, their first assumption was that Jiang Qin must be a mermaid-gene female.
But in truth, Jiang Qin had inherited rabbit genes from Jiang Yulian.
Still, no matter what her gene origin was, the fact remained—she could sing, and she sounded amazing. Netizens everywhere were digging for information, trying to find her account, urging her to upload the songs.
Unfortunately, no one could find a thing.
Because Jiang Qin didn't even have an account. She'd been undocumented before this.
It was only after getting her job that she finally applied for citizenship.
So her past? A complete blank.
After work, Jiang Qin wasn't feeling so great.
She had assumed that just singing two songs wouldn't be tiring, but the moment she stepped off the stage, waves of dizziness and nausea hit her.
She knew exactly what this meant—her mental energy was completely drained.
"Miss Jiang, the boss asked me to bring you this mental energy recovery potion."
A male server in a formal uniform knocked politely at the door, carrying a tray.
Jiang Qin was a little surprised but still accepted the potion. "Thank you."
Even though it was a low-grade potion, it still cost 18,888 Starcoins per bottle on the market.
With the bar's entrance fee at 888 Starcoins per person, it would take more than twenty guests just to cover the cost of this potion.
And Moonlight Bar hadn't seen over a hundred guests a day in quite a while.
So for the boss to gift her such an expensive potion was unexpected.
After all, in this day and age, bosses who didn't treat their employees like workhorses were exceedingly rare.
But thinking back to how the crowd suddenly grew during the second half of the night, Jiang Qin understood—it was probably a form of bonus.
She tucked the potion into her shoulder bag and left the bar, heading toward the apartment assigned to her by the boss.
Ta'i Street was bustling at this hour.
Muscular males filled the streets—some had beast ears, some had tails, others had scales covering their arms. All of them were towering and burly, most over 1.9 meters tall.
At just 1.7 meters, Jiang Qin looked especially petite in comparison.
Noticing she was a female, quite a few males cast veiled glances her way.
If not for the Federation's strict Female Protection Laws, some of them probably wouldn't have been able to resist approaching her.
Blocking a female's path or surrounding her in public was illegal. Even striking up a conversation and upsetting her could lead to arrest if she decided to report it to the security forces.
So these males could only stare at Jiang Qin with burning gazes or strip off their shirts to try and catch her attention—none of them dared to approach or ask for her comm ID directly.
"Hey little female, looking for a mate? I'm a Grade B male—my comm ID is ***!"
"Little female, I'm a Grade B male too! I can cook, clean, and fight beasts. Consider me! My comm ID is ***!"
What can you say—opportunity always favors the prepared.
They couldn't approach her directly, but shouting their comm IDs from a distance? Perfectly legal.
Who knew—maybe she'd take a liking to one of them?
After all, it was incredibly rare to see a female walking alone on the streets these days.
Faced with this wave of enthusiasm, Jiang Qin chose to completely ignore them. She didn't even dare to smile politely for fear of being misunderstood.
Head down, she simply walked on.
Soon, she arrived at the apartment complex on that street and passed the facial recognition scan to enter.
The apartment You Wei had arranged for her was a modest two-bedroom unit. It wasn't large, but it had everything she needed, including a housekeeping robot to manage the chores.
After leaving the Jiang family, she didn't have a single Starcoin to her name and couldn't afford much. Fortunately, the bar provided food.
So the fridge was stocked with a month's worth of nutrient paste in various flavors.
Nutrient paste wasn't exactly tasty—thick and watery, one tube could fill you up, but left your mouth feeling like it hadn't eaten anything at all.
But for Jiang Qin—who had struggled for eighteen years on a barren planet—even having fresh nutrient paste to drink was already a luxury.
In the past, when had she ever tasted anything fresh?
The nutrient paste she scavenged from junkyards was always expired. A single tube had to last her three days. Hunger was her constant companion.
In order to save up for a spaceship ticket, she hoarded every Starcoin she earned from selling what she found. She couldn't bear to spend a cent, stashing it all away.
By the time she turned fifteen, she had finally saved enough.
But then, the beastman uncle who had often looked after her was seriously injured and urgently needed a bottle of mid-grade healing potion to survive.
So she gave up her entire savings.
After all, a spaceship ticket could be saved up for again—another few years, or even ten—but a life once gone, was truly gone.
Sadly, the uncle still died the following year, when she was sixteen. He perished during a beast tide.
Because Jiang Qin had always disguised herself as a pure human male, the uncle treated her like half a son. During those years, if he hadn't been there to protect her, there were many times she might have died.
Died during one of the many robberies she barely escaped.
Staring at the empty apartment now, Jiang Qin forced those messy, painful memories from her mind.
If that uncle knew she had finally escaped the barren planet and obtained her citizenship on a second-tier planet, he would probably be happy for her, too.
She had a home now.
As long as she worked at the bar for five years, she would gain full ownership of this apartment.
So this place… would be her home from now on.
Her very own home.
The Jiang Household
It was already 10 p.m.
But no one in the Jiang family had gone to bed yet. Every single one of them sat grim-faced on the living room sofas.
Jiang Yulian's expression was stormy. After a few frustrated taps on her comm device, she ripped it off and hurled it to the floor in a fit of rage.
Thankfully, the device was made of durable materials—it only rolled a few times and didn't break.
"She turned off her comm device!"
Jiang Yulian hadn't considered the possibility that Jiang Qin had outright destroyed it. After all, without her comm device, Jiang Qin wouldn't be able to receive her allowance anymore.