Since he didn’t like people getting close, it was best to keep a respectful distance.
“If you know how precious this is, why did you just throw it away?”
“I didn’t throw it away.”
I gave it to you.
But Song Bojian only said the first two words.
The moment he saw Ge Yan, his mind could no longer piece together a complete sentence.
Fortunately, Ge Yan was carefree and completely oblivious to Song Bojian’s awkwardness.
“I really love this kind of intangible cultural heritage craftsmanship. I never expected someone in such a remote place to appreciate it too.”
“Oh.”
Ge Yan felt the atmosphere turn awkward, as if the other person had rejected her attempt at conversation.
Knowing she was being a bore, Ge Yan shifted her gaze and inadvertently caught sight of the grape trellis nearby. The carefully constructed bamboo frame was covered in lush, verdant vines.
And they were the notoriously difficult-to-cultivate Sunshine Rose grapes.
“Mr. Song, you even know how to grow grapes!”
Song Bojian didn’t look up, only letting out a low, indifferent hum: “Oh.”
Still that same “oh,” a stark contrast to Ge Yan’s excitement.
This person was so cold. With the garlic seeds and ginger tea, she had thought he might be someone easy to get along with.
“…”
A sudden idea struck Ge Yan. She raised her hand and pointed to the sky: “Quick, look! A UFO!”
But Song Bojian didn’t look up. Instead… he looked at Ge Yan.
Ge Yan hadn’t fooled him, and her gaze suddenly froze.
“You look so familiar!”
Ge Yan blurted out.
Song Bojian’s fingers instinctively tightened on his wheelchair, a flicker of shock crossing his features.
Did she… remember him?
Ge Yan’s mind raced, sifting through memories. A man this handsome should, in theory, be unforgettable. There was no way she wouldn’t remember.
“…Found it!”
Song Bojian pretended to be calm, his gaze indifferent as he watched Ge Yan.
“It was three years ago, at that film festival in the capital! I saw you there!”
Back then, she was still the original host, invited for the first time to such a prestigious film festival. She was both nervous and excited, feeling lucky even to be placed in the farthest corner.
Cen Yan had gone with her that time.
It was only later that she learned Ge Yan’s invitation had been Cen Yan’s doing.
Back then, Shen Yuanming hadn’t been misdiagnosed yet, and everyone knew privately about the mutual affection between Cen Yan and Shen Yuanming.
Cen Yan wanted Ge Yan to understand the difference between them—not just in Shen Yuanming’s feelings, but even in their status, which was worlds apart.
Wherever Cen Yan went, she was placed in the most prominent position, surrounded by admirers, while Ge Yan was casually relegated to a corner.
Unknown to anyone.
And Song Bojian was the youngest among that group of influential producers.
But she remembered, he was seated in the most prestigious spot.
They were separated by a great distance, with a sea of people between them. Ge Yan had only caught a glimpse of him.
Ge Yan finally remembered. The Song Bojian before her was the one who had spent a fortune at the film festival to compete with Shen Yuanming for the production rights to Cen Yan’s new drama…
Oh my god, oh my grandma, my socks, my coat, my brain has turned into a tiny date!
“You… you competed with Shen Yuanming for Cen Yan!”
Song Bojian nearly choked in surprise.
“…”
His silence, in Ge Yan’s eyes, was an admission.
“What a shame, you were a step too late again. Cen Yan and Shen Yuanming are getting back together… again.”
“It has nothing to do with me.”
Hearing the slightly heavier gloom in his tone compared to before, Ge Yan asked, “Are you jealous?”
“I don’t like her, and I never will.”Each word of this sentence was spoken with resounding force, and Ge Yan felt that every syllable carried the desperation and heartbreak of a man who loved but could not have.
“It’s good that you don’t like her, it’s good that you don’t like her.”
What if he really snatched her away? Wouldn’t Shen Yuanming end up dumped in her lap again?
At that time, Shen Yuanming, having lost his beloved, would surely drag her back into that tragic storyline.
Ge Yan had already imagined the plot: a young actress who marries early, receives fewer and fewer acting offers, eventually retires from the industry, stays at home, grows pale and thin, lives in constant fear, is ignored and mocked, and then comes down with something like cancer.
Ge Yan shuddered. She hoped even more that Cen Yan and Shen Yuanming would be tied together forever!
Wait a minute!
Could it be that this guy traveled all the way to this remote mountain area because of Cen Yan?
He was already waiting here before Cen Yan arrived.
How truly devoted.
If he really didn’t like her, why go to such lengths to pursue her?
A sense of “crisis” suddenly washed over Ge Yan.
What if… what if Song Bojian really managed to win Cen Yan over, and they ended up together? That would be terrifying!
Seeing Ge Yan fall silent with a horrified expression, Song Bojian knew she was once again concocting some dramatic scenario in her mind.
He took the initiative to interrupt, lest she start imagining all sorts of things.
“Let’s pick some grapes before we go.”
Ge Yan snapped out of her reverie, belatedly realizing what he meant.
“So, are these grapes for me or…?”
Please don’t tell me he wants me to take them back for Cen Yan.
“Do you think there’s a third person here?”
“Hehe, thank you!”
Ge Yan grinned slyly and headed toward the grape trellis.
Watching her figure, Song Bojian felt she was truly different from before.
By the time they returned, the production crew had already started recording, and everyone was ready to go.
Ge Yan’s pockets were bulging, making her look like a little kangaroo.
The production team announced the first task of the day.
Today’s task was somewhat different from the usual ones—it wasn’t about farming or feeding cows but helping villagers sell cloth shoes.
Huahou Village was sparsely populated and somewhat distant from the county town. Compared to the more expensive store-bought shoes, cloth shoes were the preferred choice for most villagers.
As a result, over the years, nearly everyone in the village had learned to make cloth shoes. These shoes were not only well-crafted with sturdy fabric but also exceptionally comfortable to wear.
So, today’s task required the guests to take the villagers’ shoes to the market and sell them. They were given three hours for DIY preparations to see who had the strongest sales ability.
Finally, they could go into town. No one was happier than Song Xiyuan. After staying here for half a month, she was nearly going crazy, spending her days either planting potatoes or feeding cows.
As soon as the task was announced, everyone returned to their rooms to prepare their materials.
Ge Yan left the mortise and tenon box with Song Bojian, as she didn’t dare to leave such a valuable item behind carelessly.
But now, something even more important than the mortise and tenon box occupied her thoughts. Ge Yan stared at the three pairs of cloth shoes in front of her. The craftsmanship was excellent, but the designs were plain and unremarkable. How could she attract buyers?
Ge Yan wasn’t the only one troubled—everyone was struggling.
When it came to selling goods, whether through live-streaming or short videos with advertisements, they were all quite adept.
But as for going out onto the streets to hawk their wares, they had absolutely no experience.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Ge Yan’s head. What had she thought of?
She then took the three pairs of cloth shoes and disappeared into her room, busily getting to work.
——With two new guests joining, the production team provided an additional electric tricycle. Everyone naturally stayed with their assigned partners.
Cen Yan ended up paired with Shen Yuanming, but since neither had cooled off from last night’s tension, they now faced a new dilemma—neither knew how to ride the electric tricycle.
Ge Yan should have been the last to depart, yet halfway along the route, she once again spotted Shen Yuanming wobbling erratically all over the street.
No wonder Shen Yuanming had insisted on no live streaming. If this scene were broadcast, one could only imagine the headlines trending tomorrow on Shen Yuanming’s fan forums.
A CEO whose time was worth millions per minute, wobbling unsteadily on an electric tricycle…
With Cen Yan sitting in the back.
It was actually quite amusing, but Shen Yuanming was the type whose pride would outlast his own death—he would never want anyone to witness his embarrassing moment.