Song Xiyuan and Cen Yan sat on the grass weaving flower crowns, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere in front of the camera.
With Cen Yan’s addition, more viewers flooded into the live stream, and the broadcast frequently gained traction beyond its usual audience.
However, the comments became somewhat monotonous—either admiring their seemingly perfect friendship or praising Cen Yan’s beauty.
After all, this was a farming variety show, and the Director felt the current content wasn’t as engaging as before.
Yet he didn’t dare make rash changes, as the people on screen weren’t just the hard-to-book top celebrities but also the show’s latest producers.
While smiling and responding to Song Xiyuan, Cen Yan suddenly noticed someone pushing a wheelchair into a small courtyard at the foot of the nearby mountain.
A man sat in the wheelchair, and Cen Yan found him familiar.
He looked a bit like… the heir of the Song Group in the capital.
But hadn’t it been said that the young master was recuperating in Canada after a helicopter crash three years ago?
Impossible. How could he suddenly appear in this small, rundown village?
“What are you looking at?”
“Who lives there?”
Song Xiyuan glanced back, her expression instantly changing: “I don’t know. Only Ge Yan, who lives near their courtyard, knows. Her room faces theirs directly.”
Cen Yan raised an elegant eyebrow: “Really?”
She smiled sweetly, her expression pure and radiant.
“Switch rooms?”
Ge Yan found it strange. Why did Cen Yan suddenly want to swap rooms with her?
Cen Yan smiled charmingly: “Your room seems too damp. You haven’t fully recovered from your last illness, so why don’t I stay here instead?”
Ge Yan politely declined: “Your room was just decorated, while mine is practically bare. It wouldn’t be suitable.”
Cen Yan continued smiling: “It’s suitable.”
“It’s not suitable.”
“It is suitable.”
“It’s not…”
“If Cen Yan says it’s suitable, then it’s suitable.”
Both turned around simultaneously. Shen Yuanming had appeared at some point.
His silent eyes were unusually cold as he sized up Ge Yan for a moment before finally speaking with annoyance: “Any other problems?”
They had just parted on bad terms, and Ge Yan hadn’t expected him to be so thick-skinned as to approach her again.
So, he was here to back up his beloved.
He really never missed a chance to side with the one he liked.
Ge Yan didn’t care. She wasn’t the original owner, so why would she be upset over such a trivial matter?
They outnumbered her, and Cen Yan’s room was better than hers anyway. Switching wouldn’t be a loss.
After all, you’re the sponsor!
“Then it’s suitable.”
Ge Yan said lightly, inadvertently glancing at Shen Yuanming and noticing he was also looking at her, though his gaze seemed somewhat dazed.
What was he stunned about?
Wasn’t he the one who came over and forcefully demanded the room swap?
What kind of villainess had he imagined her to be this time?
It was Cen Yan who broke the awkward silence, happily taking Ge Yan’s hand: “Thank you, Ge Yan! You’re so kind!”
Ge Yan chuckled dryly twice and withdrew her hand.
Could this sister please stop dragging her into her green tea act…
Zhang Butler froze as soon as he stepped outside.
How had Song Bojian become so strange after just going out for a while?
He sat by the fishpond, squeezing grapes one by one and tossing them into the water. The koi fish initially ate them eagerly but soon ignored them entirely.
Zhang Butler hurried over to remind him: “Sir, these grapes were all grown by you personally.”
Yet Song Bojian had just “prepared” a meal for the fish with his freshest grapes.
“Are you upset because that gentleman carried Miss Ge, or because of Shen Yuanming…”
“Clang!”A large cluster of grapes fell into the fish pond, splashing water everywhere and startling the fish into diving to the bottom.
Zhang Butler: “…”
Oh, so it was because of Shen Yuanming.
Zhang Butler tactfully withdrew.
Song Bojian took a deep breath and slowly set down the plate in his hand.
These grapes were specially grown for her.
As soon as the first batch ripened, Song Bojian carefully snipped them off, intending to send them to Ge Yan.
It seemed she hadn’t understood the tulip seeds he sent her last time, and he had been hoping to explain it to her.
He had been restless since last night.
After all, this would be their first formal meeting.
Song Bojian had gotten up early to pack the grapes, the green Sunshine Roses still glistening with dew.
But before he could reach her, he encountered a chaotic crowd.
And the most chaotic person of all had taken Ge Yan away.
A faint sense of displeasure simmered within him, though he knew he shouldn’t feel that way.
After a moment’s thought, Song Bojian slowly moved toward the center of the courtyard.
In the past, he could always see Ge Yan’s window from here.
She would occasionally open it for ventilation, and sometimes she would lean against the windowsill at night to gaze at the stars.
Her hair was long, often tousled by the wind, and a bouquet of Baby’s Breath sat by the window.
Thinking of this, Song Bojian’s mood lifted slightly.
But as he looked up, his eyes visibly cooled.
Through the window, he could see a strange girl leaning there.
And she seemed to be looking in his direction.
Realizing this, Song Bojian quickly retreated to his original spot, his gaze darkening.
Something wasn’t right…
“Uncle Zhang.”
Zhang Butler promptly appeared.
“Pull up their live stream.”
Uncle Zhang took out a tablet, swiped a few times, and brought up the recent live stream footage.
The title read: #Cen Yan Voluntarily Gives Up Her New Room for Ge Yan#.
The comments were filled with all sorts of remarks.
「My daughter is truly so kind-hearted!」
「How could Ge Yan actually have the nerve to take the room? She didn’t even bother to decline politely…」
「Who knows what kind of threats she used to force our daughter’s hand!」
「Is President Shen just going to stand by and watch Cen Yan be wronged like this?」
Song Bojian closed the tablet, the coolness in his expression turning icy, his eyes inscrutable and his brow furrowed.
Zhang Butler could see it clearly now—the public opinion trouble Miss Ge was facing was the very same thing troubling his young master.
All over this room.
And the key to this room lay with Cen Yan.
“I’ll go contact Cen Guoming right away.”
Zhang Butler quietly withdrew.
Meanwhile, the smile on Cen Yan’s face as she leaned by the window gradually faded.
She had seen it clearly—that was Song Bojian, who had disappeared three years ago.
She would never forget that Beijing circle gathering where Song Bojian stood aloof like moonlight among the crowd of new elites.
With just one glance, she couldn’t be mistaken!
But why did Song Bojian turn back as soon as he saw her?
Still, now that she had truly discovered Song Bojian’s secret presence here, she wouldn’t give up easily.
The Song Group of Beijing was more than just a company—its background was vast and its foundations deep, far beyond what Shen Yuanming’s family could compare to.
Just as she was thinking this, Cen Yan’s phone rang.
It was her father.
The call couldn’t have come at a better time—Cen Yan was just about to share the good news with her dad.
She had seen the heir of the Song Group!
But as soon as she answered, her father’s accusatory voice came through.
“Cen Yan, what kind of trouble are you stirring up again?”
Cen Yan’s smile froze. “Dad, what… what are you talking about?””What are you doing with nothing better to do than snatch someone else’s room again?”
“What do you mean, snatch someone else’s room?”
“Who have you provoked this time? You actually made Song Corporation’s Zhang Yinyuan call me!”
Cen Yan shuddered, her gaze slowly falling on the small cabin not far away.
Then, an impossible thought flashed through her mind.
Could it be?
No! Absolutely impossible!
How could Ge Yan possibly know Song Bojian?
That woman had been chasing after Shen Yuanming since high school every single day—when would she have had time to get to know other men?
Especially someone like Song Bojian, whom even she, Cen Yan, had never had contact with.
Could it be because of this period of time…
“Are you listening? Hurry up and swap the rooms back!”
Cen Yan snapped back to reality, bit her lip, and finally let out a reluctant “Mm.”
By the time Cen Yan hung up the phone, it was already evening. With everyone outside filming, she felt too embarrassed to make a big scene about swapping rooms again.
So, taking advantage of everyone’s absence, Cen Yan quietly moved her things back to her original room and returned Ge Yan’s belongings to her room.
The evening program was being recorded, with everyone playing games to obtain ingredients provided by the production team to tackle the arduous task of dinner.
Eating had always been the most important task of this show, so the production team always arranged entertaining games for this segment.
Today’s game involved each person holding a chopstick in their mouth, with a rubber band tied to it. Two people would face each other, carefully transferring the rubber band from the first chopstick to the second, and so on.
Divided into groups of four, the team that transferred the most rubber bands within the allotted time would win.
Even if Ge Yan were here, she couldn’t guarantee a win in this game. However, Song Xiyuan was a regular guest on a certain variety show and had played this type of game many times before, making it second nature to her.
Her teammates, Shen Yan and Song Ruan, also cooperated quite well.
Only Qin Dehua, Lin Dang, and Shen Yuanming’s group seemed likely to have their dinner downgraded tonight.
“Ah! No wonder our Song Xiyuan is so clever!”
“Exactly! No one else reacts as quickly as our Xixi!”
The live chat was lively, with everyone rallying behind their favorites, as if it were Song Xiyuan’s stage once again.
Perhaps driven by an anxious desire to win, Song Xiyuan’s movements grew faster and faster.
As a result, by the end, Song Ruan was exhausted, and when she passed the second chopstick, the rubber band accidentally fell to the ground.
This was the last rubber band!
Song Xiyuan’s expression changed on the spot. Forgetting the cameras, she immediately blamed Song Ruan.
“I have to say, can you stop dragging us down like this?”
Song Ruan, who had never been scolded like this in her life, froze on the spot. When she finally snapped out of it, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Lin Dang hurriedly stepped in to mediate, but the atmosphere remained awkward, so the game was temporarily paused.
Qin Dehua noticed that Ge Yan had been out of sorts the whole time, sitting there pale-faced and covered in a cold sweat.
Seizing the opportunity during the chaos, he stepped forward and asked, “Ge Yan, what’s wrong with you?”
Ge Yan didn’t even have the strength to look up, keeping her head down as she mumbled, “I’m not feeling well.”
“Where aren’t you feeling well?”
“It’s… my period.”
Qin Dehua was visibly stunned. After a moment of silence, he quickly glanced around, making sure no one was nearby, then leaned in and whispered, “What should we do about it?”Ge Yan raised her hand: “Don’t panic, it’s not a big problem. Just help me inside to rest for a bit.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Dehua quickly nodded, supporting Ge Yan’s arm as he helped her up and led her toward the inner room.
The others, engrossed in playing games with great enthusiasm, didn’t notice Ge Yan and Qin Dehua leaving at all.
Except for Shen Yuanming, whose mind wasn’t on the game in the first place.
He had been keeping an eye on Ge Yan all along, only to notice that Qin Dehua—that big, clumsy fellow—had gone over to her.
Just as he was frowning in displeasure, he noticed something off about Ge Yan’s movements.
She… seemed to be sick.
No sooner had this thought crossed Shen Yuanming’s mind than he was interrupted by Song Xiyuan, who hurried over.
“President Shen, come join us!”
Somehow, the group had reconciled again—perhaps Song Xiyuan remembered the cameras and didn’t want to ruin her sweet, adorable persona.
Shen Yuanming replied absentmindedly, taking the chopsticks Song Xiyuan handed him and half-heartedly humoring her.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Ge Yan and Qin Dehua froze in the hallway. Cen Yan was holding a large pile of things in her arms, having just emerged from Ge Yan’s room—or rather, what was now her room.
Ge Yan didn’t understand, staring at Cen Yan in bewilderment and hesitating: “What… are you… doing?”
Cen Yan’s face flushed red, then turned pale. She stood there awkwardly—this was the most embarrassing moment she had ever experienced in front of Ge Yan.
“I was still worried you might not be used to it, so… should we switch back?”
Ge Yan couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
“It’s fine, whatever makes you happy.” Ge Yan rolled her eyes inwardly.
Are all these top celebrities this erratic? One moment they’re doing one thing, the next they’re pulling some strange stunt.
But she was feeling too unwell to dwell on it and just wanted to hurry back to her original room.
Song Bojian had been waiting in the courtyard for a while, hoping that when the window opened again, it would be someone else.
His mood had improved slightly, and he even felt the grapes in his hand tasted a little sweeter.
Finally, the window moved, and Song Bojian looked over.
But the next second, he was dumbfounded again.
Why was it Qin Dehua?
Ge Yan collapsed weakly onto the sofa in her room, asking Qin Dehua to open the window for some fresh air.
“How are you? Feeling any better?” Qin Dehua asked with concern.
Ge Yan shook her head, looking pale and weak.
She wasn’t sure if it was because she had been digging lotus roots in the pond recently, but this time the pain was particularly intense.
“There’s brown sugar in my drawer. If only I had some ginger, I could make a cup of ginger tea.”
Just thinking about it made Ge Yan feel a little warmer all over.
As soon as Ge Yan finished speaking, a lightbulb went off in Qin Dehua’s head: “Hey, I remember, doesn’t the house across from yours have ginger?”
Ge Yan felt embarrassed about constantly borrowing ingredients from others, so she shook her head.
But Qin Dehua stood up: “Ah, don’t worry, sis. I’ve got thick skin—I’ll go ask for you.”
With that, he stood up and headed outside, ignoring Ge Yan’s attempts to stop him.
Shen Yuanming, who had been keeping an eye on the situation inside, saw Qin Dehua come out and felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
But then he wondered why Ge Yan hadn’t come out.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. So he put down what he was holding and, while no one was paying attention, slipped back into the house.
He gently knocked on the door of the room Ge Yan had just switched to at noon, but there was no answer.
Yet Shen Yuanming could see a shadow moving inside.He steadied his mind, deliberately lowering his voice and feigning indifference as he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
The shadow in the room remained motionless again.
But he was certain it had heard him.
He thought again of how timid Ge Yan had always been—perhaps, once more, she was too moved by his concern to speak.
At this thought, Shen Yuanming finally felt a slight balance restored to the frustration of his day.
“You don’t have to keep pretending in front of me. I know you blame me for making you switch rooms with Cen Yan…”
Before Shen Yuanming could finish his sentence, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a face that startled him with its unexpectedness.
It was actually Cen Yan!
Why was Cen Yan here?
Then everything he had just said—had it all been directed at Cen Yan?
Naturally, Cen Yan’s expression was far from pleasant. She stared coldly at the man before her, waiting to see how he would explain himself.