Smack!
Foam panels scattered across the sky.
The cameraman toppled backward!
The frame shook, slamming right onto that stunningly beautiful face.
She looked down from above, like a demon in a dark corridor devouring hearts, instantly dominating the screen, red lips curving slightly upward.
“I’m Jiang Hua. Hello everyone… but don’t rush to say hello.”
“Because now that I’m here, everyone will soon not be well at all.”
【Who are you?! Say it again—who are you?!】
【What did she say? I didn’t hear it, I was too busy staring at her face】
【Holy crap holy crap holy crap I’m going insane! Stop stepping on my face!!】
【They must have retouched this, right? Next to her, Jiang He looks like a grade schooler!】
Before this footage, the trending topics were all:
#Female Guest #3 Has Lost Her Mind#
#Female Guest #3 Could Poison Herself With One Lip Lick#
After this footage, the trending topics instantly became:
#Jiang Hua, Stop Kicking the Door Panel, Kick Me Instead#
#Jiang Hua, Top-Tier Striking Features#
#Jiang Hua Stepped Right on My Heart, What Do I Do#
#Noble Hua May Be Dramatic, But She’s Truly Gorgeous#
The comment section was unanimous:
“What’s the usual process for going from hater to fan? Can I just convert directly?”
“Jiang Hua, Jiang He, and Fu Ran in the same frame—forget it, domestic entertainment has its own twisted version of Burning Winter.”
“Earlier, Jiang He kept implying Jiang Hua was seducing her brother-in-law, but honestly, there’s no need. As long as Fu Ran isn’t blind, no seduction required.”
“I came for the gossip and left as a fan. God! When will I ever cure this habit of falling for every new face I see? This will be my last daughter of the year, I swear!”
“You sure she’s your daughter? Looks like she could be your grandpa.”
Half an hour after the broadcast started, the show’s trending topics came one after another, and the livestream viewer count had multiplied several times over.
Inside the Heartbeat House, the atmosphere was much quieter than online.
Jiang He gritted her teeth, trying to stay as far from Jiang Hua as possible.
Before departing, she had even made a point of finding out what Jiang Hua would wear, so she could deliberately wear the same outfit and highlight her own innocent look.
But now, judging by everyone’s gazes—aside from Fu Ran—not a single person was looking at her face!
Jiang He clenched her teeth hard, her palm nearly purple from her own pinching.
Director Li picked up a megaphone and cleared his throat. “Over the next five days, we’ll begin our group retreat. Now, all guests please head to our ‘Soul Station.'”
With that, everyone prepared to set off.
The next second, the camera froze.
Three people walked out normally, already out the door, while three others lagged behind—
One in a wheelchair, one on crutches, and one hopping along on a casted leg.
【……?】
【Six guests total, and three of them are crippled??】
【If you know, it’s a breakup show. If you don’t, you’d think it’s a disability federation meeting】
【No joke, my morals are fighting my sense of humor】
Fu Ran walked to Jiang Hua’s side and lowered his voice. “See you soon, Hua.”
Five words, dark and chilling, thick with threat. Then he walked ahead on his crutches.
Jiang Hua’s eyes darted, and she suddenly started forward, overtaking Fu Ran directly.
Fu Ran gritted his teeth and sped up. Just as he was about to pass her, Jiang Hua accelerated again, leaving him several meters behind.
When he stopped chasing, she slowed down.
Three rounds of this, and Fu Ran was panting like a dog in summer.
“Seeing me this soon already, Brother Fu?” Jiang Hua kicked at his crutch, asking with a smile.
Fu Ran took a deep breath, his face dark enough to drip ink.
Jiang Hua’s lips curled.
Abuse Value: 3,000, in the bag.
Director Li didn’t dare look over here anymore.
He could only turn trembling toward Xie Jiumian. “Young Master Xie, shall I push your wheelchair for you?”
“No need, my legs are fine.” Xie Jiumian was watching the show, a playful smile on his lips.
Director Li was baffled. “Huh? Then this…”
He looked at Xie Jiumian’s wheelchair.
“Oh, this?” Xie Jiumian stretched out his long legs and suddenly stood up.
“This is my mobility scooter.”
The director turned to stone.
【Huh??】
【Is this right? Look at yourself, is this right?】
【Laziness this purebred is rare to see these days】
Xie Jiumian spun the wheelchair around and pushed it over to Jiang Hua. “Sit. I thought about it, and decided it should go to someone who actually needs it.”
Fu Ran (the version who needs it more): “…”
Jiang Hua sat down in Xie Jiumian’s wheelchair.
Before sitting, Jiang Hua discreetly glanced at the man’s hand resting on the wheelchair—slender, straight knuckles, the skin on the back of his hand fair and delicate, with faint pale-blue veins winding beneath, like a meticulously carved work of art.
If those hands were stained with blood, they’d surely be enticing.
Xie Jiumian noticed her gaze and deliberately curled his fingers to tap the wheelchair, his lips curving as Jiang Hua’s eyes lit up.
Following the production crew, the group arrived at the Heart Haven.
“Love isn’t always grand. Perhaps it’s hidden in the daily necessities of life—a simple dinner can melt away the ice between people.” Director Li had someone bring out the props.
“These are the ingredients the show has prepared for everyone. Wishing you all a warm, romantic, and pleasant dinner!”
“Noodles and eggs?!” Ke Wenjun exploded on the spot. “We’ve been starving all day, and the least you could do is give us some meat! My abs are about to disappear—abs! You know?! I need protein!”
【Fine, fine, fine—the self-combusting personality arrives late but always arrives】
【We were too busy watching Jiang Hua go crazy and forgot about you】
【Ke Wenjun, your girlfriend doesn’t want you anymore, your girlfriend doesn’t want you anymore】
【I’m honestly shocked that Ke Wenjun, that love-brained fool, actually broke up. I thought he was the type to have a heart-shaped gravestone even in death】
Director Li was embarrassed and stammered, “Ah, well, this…”
“If you want meat, go home and eat it!” Meng Yue glared at him with her beautiful eyes. “And you got it installed anyway!”
Ke Wenjun instantly deflated and went silent.
He even shot Meng Yue a resentful look.
The whole place fell silent in an instant.
Meng Yue turned around and smiled sweetly and gently. “I’m so sorry, everyone, please carry on. He’s always like this—just ignore him.”
【Fine, fine, fine, so this is how you two play it! You’re really telling me Ke Wenjun wanted to break up? How am I supposed to believe that!】
【Didn’t you watch Ke Wenjun’s livestream? He was the one who wanted to break up—the reason was that she was “crazy.” In my whole life, I’ve never seen someone break up because their girlfriend didn’t remember their anniversary】
【Was that the meltdown where Ke Wenjun bawled his eyes out on the thirteenth? So that’s what it was about. No wonder he was crying while sniffling, saying the world was never going to be okay. With all that drama, I thought something major had happened at the UN】
“It’s fine, Jiang Hua can cook.” Jiang He suddenly spoke up.
Seemingly smoothing things over, but actually dropping a bomb. “Jiang Hua’s cooking is the best. Who knows, maybe everyone will get to enjoy it tonight?”
Everyone whipped their heads around to look at Jiang Hua.
Each face spelling out the words “I don’t believe it.”
【Who? Jiang Hua? Cook? Cook what? A last meal before execution?】
[If Hehe says she can do it, then of course she can! But how could someone like Jiang Hua ever willingly cook for everyone!]
Jiang He was telling the truth—at home, Jiang Hua never did anything but chores, let alone cooking.
But in her current, completely unhinged state, would she actually agree?
To everyone’s surprise, the next second, Jiang Hua propped her chin on her hand and agreed without hesitation: “Sure, I love serving society. I’ll do it.”