The show’s main live stream typically has a central feed, where staff constantly adjust camera positions and switch angles for viewers.
In addition, each of the six guests has their own personal camera live stream, which viewers can choose to watch.
These streams are all open during the day, but during the nighttime rest period, only the main live stream remains.
Even the main live stream doesn’t show the bedrooms once the guests are resting; it switches to the empty living room until the first guest wakes up in the morning.
However, all the living room cameras had been operating since Wen Rong appeared, and Wen Rong was now on the live stream screen.
Some netizens were still watching the live stream, and they were astonished to see Xia Weige and Wen Rong together late at night, immediately banishing all sleepiness.
[WTF! Look what I found!]
[Giving me this late at night, good things happen to those who stay up late.]
[I was just about to sleep, thanks, now I’ll be sleepless again.]
[Am I the only one who doesn’t understand their conversation just now? Thirsty? Why thirsty? Why does it sound so weird?!]
[Thirsty for what?]
[What were they doing before, I’m going to report it.]
[Already reported, you’re welcome.]
Wen Rong and Xia Weige couldn’t see the rapidly increasing number of viewers and comments on the live stream. The empty living room was quiet; when they didn’t speak, the only sound was the rain outside the window.
Xia Weige asked Wen Rong the reason for her presence here, but Wen Rong did not reply.
Xia Weige waited for a while, still seeing no sign of Wen Rong opening her mouth, until she realized the latter intended to respond with silence.
But at this moment, she was obstinately desperate for an answer, perhaps the protection of the dark gave her immense courage.
This time, she was more resolute, raising her head to look directly into Wen Rong’s eyes, and asking again, “Did you come here because you wanted to see me?”
Xia Weige asking this question on a live broadcast already violated the rules. The director quickly sent someone to stop them, and an assistant ran to a visible spot and made a hand gesture indicating ‘stop’ or ‘no.’
Xia Weige frowned and pursed her lips tightly. She wanted an answer, but she also knew they were being filmed. The production team had emphasized before that they could not explicitly state heartfelt intentions on the show.
At this moment, Wen Rong might not answer, or she might give an ambiguous response, neither of which was what Xia Weige wanted.
She let out a barely perceptible sigh, thinking of changing the subject. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a sigh from the person in front of her.
“I’m not the type to look back after putting something down.” Wen Rong’s tone was very light, carrying a weary sigh, sounding helpless. “I have my own reasons for coming here.”
That answer made Xia Weige’s breathing stop, and her chest felt instantly pricked by ten thousand needles, making her face turn pale with pain.
She thought Wen Rong would have at least a slight lingering attachment to her; otherwise, why would she come to a dating show after so long apart?
She had just thought that even an ambiguous answer would be acceptable, yet Wen Rong had directly spoken the word of final farewell.
She said she had moved on.
And had no intention of looking back.
Then why did she come here? To commemorate Xia Weige, her ex-girlfriend?
Xia Weige couldn’t understand. Her brain, unable to think due to an invisible dull ache, looked up at Wen Rong, who helplessly met her gaze.
Seeing Xia Weige’s eyes redden, Wen Rong sighed slightly again, reached out, took the water cup from Xia Weige’s hand, and said softly, “It’s late, go get some rest.”
Her sigh seemed like an apology for the hurt her words had caused Xia Weige, but she did not take them back, only looking at Xia Weige with a gentle apology.
But in her eyes, there was none of the affection Xia Weige longed for.
Xia Weige tightly pursed her lips, turned, and left. She walked quickly, as if to flee the place.
She seemed on the verge of tears but held them back fiercely.
Wen Rong stood in place, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.
Only then did she turn back to pour out the remaining water in the cup, carefully wash the cup, and place it back in its original spot.
In the dim living room, she was the only one left. She slowly exhaled, looking around at the surrounding emptiness.
She suddenly felt cold; the air she exhaled seemed to turn into frost.
It was strikingly cold.
…
The next morning, Xia Weige had a filming engagement and had to rush to catch a flight, so she got up very early.
Sister Li and her assistant had to wait for her outside the house, so she planned to just have a quick coffee and some bread for breakfast.
However, upon entering the kitchen, she was surprised to find Zhuo Jingcheng there. The latter noticed her immediately and quickly carried his breakfast to the dining table.
“Xia Xia, what a coincidence, I made breakfast, let’s eat together.” Zhuo Jingcheng’s invitation made it impossible for Xia Weige to refuse in front of the cameras. He had anticipated this, putting down the tray and pulling out a chair, motioning for Xia Weige to sit.
Xia Weige took a deep breath and had no choice but to sit down.
In the comments section, Zhuo Jingcheng’s fans were praising him.
[Xiao Zhuo is so domestic, he got up early to cook.]
[Ah ah ah ah, a man who can cook, I love him even more.]
[Xiao Zhuo really likes Xia Weige, he’s visibly happy as soon as she appears.]
[Xia Xia doesn’t like him though, she hasn’t dated a boyfriend for so many years, and the ex who was exposed was a woman, so she might only like women.]
[Did Xia Weige tell you that herself? Mind your own business.]
Actually, Zhuo Jingcheng had only made simple sandwiches and milk. Xia Weige didn’t like milk and pushed it aside, unwilling to touch it.
The sandwich tasted decent. As Xia Weige was eating, she was surprised when Ye Jing also walked over.
Ye Jing glanced at the two people at the dining table and called out, “Xiao Zhuo.”
Zhuo Jingcheng was immediately a little flustered, wanting to stand up but feeling that it would be too obvious. He moved slightly and then suddenly stopped, turning his gaze away and saying, “Sister, morning.”
Ye Jing had already walked to the dining table. Xia Weige looked up, intending to greet her, but the former’s gaze paused on the sandwich in her hand, and she smiled, “You gave her the sandwich I bought?”
As soon as this was said, Zhuo Jingcheng’s body completely froze. He looked at Ye Jing in disbelief, apparently not expecting her to directly expose him.
Xia Weige was even more awkward. The sandwich in her hand was neither something to eat nor something to put down.
The thought of the cameras in the house recording everything only added to her awkward silence.
[Hahahahahaha, where are the fans who were just praising Zhuo Jingcheng for being domestic? Come out and talk!]
[Dying of laughter, hahahaha, heating it up also counts as making breakfast, right?]
[And he used ingredients bought by the ex.]
[Xiao Zhuo probably didn’t know; he just thought anything in the fridge was fair game.]
[Fans, stop trying to excuse him. Why did he specifically take the ex’s ingredients? Isn’t it because his ex is his manager, and he thought even if he got caught, the manager wouldn’t expose him?]
[The person above is right, so why did the manager expose him? Doesn’t that hurt the artist’s image?]
[Isn’t he hurting his own image? He did it himself.]
[Inside scoop: I heard Zhuo Jingcheng is trying to change managers. After all, he’s famous now, and the manager is his ex. He’s been causing trouble for the company several times.]
[Stop talking, stop talking, my Xia Xia is so embarrassed she’s probably curling her toes. Poor beauty.]
Xia Weige was indeed extremely embarrassed. Seeing one person being aggressive and the other flustered, she decided not to eat, put down the sandwich, and stood up directly, “I have to catch a flight, I don’t have time. I’m leaving first.”
She carried her plate to the kitchen. She had intended to wash the dishes, but since Ye Jing was still there, she couldn’t just throw away the unfinished sandwich. She just closed her eyes and placed it on the kitchen counter, leaving Zhuo Jingcheng to deal with it.
After walking out of the house, Sister Li’s car was not far away. As soon as she got in, the assistant handed her some breakfast.
“Sister, that was quite a show,” the assistant said, holding up her phone. The screen showed the live stream from the house, where Ye Jing had walked into the kitchen and dumped the sandwich into the trash right in front of Zhuo Jingcheng.
After dumping it, the woman even waved at Zhuo Jingcheng and pointed to the kitchen, saying, “Xiao Zhuo, make me a serving of breakfast too.”
Zhuo Jingcheng was seething but dared not show it, forcing a happy smile, “Sister, of course I’ll make it for you! I thought you’d get up later.”
Ye Jing smiled too, her eyes half-closed and lazily looking at Zhuo Jingcheng from behind her silver-rimmed glasses, her red lips slightly teasing, “Good boy, I’ll be waiting.”
Xia Weige watched and took a deep breath, relieved that she had left quickly.
However, the assistant beside her was quite taken with Ye Jing, talking all the way about how cool Ye Jing was, how much cooler than Zhuo Jingcheng, and how mature older sisters were the best.
Xia Weige bit into her bread, recalling the dream she had last night, and completely agreed with the assistant’s last sentence.
A mature older sister was, of course, good in every way.
…
Xia Weige was participating in a live-streamed talk show. Since she had just won a newcomer film award, the host’s prepared questions should have been about that.
However, the buzz around her participation in the dating show and having an ex was too big. After asking a few standard questions, the host surprisingly brought up other topics.
“Xia Xia, when did you break up?”
Xia Weige paused at the question. Backstage, Sister Li abruptly stood up and rushed to find the production team.
“We’ll have her change the subject right away,” the production team answered quickly. But Sister Li watched the live stream and saw the host smile at Xia Weige and ask a second question.
“And why did you break up?”
Sister Li took a sharp breath, knowing the show’s team was doing this on purpose. Since it was a live broadcast, the comments section was already erupting. Xia Weige was essentially cornered; she had to answer.
Xia Weige remained relatively calm in front of the camera. After waiting a moment and seeing the host still not change the subject, she realized she had likely been set up by the show.
While she had kept these things private, she wasn’t afraid of people finding out. After all, ever since Wen Rong appeared, those past events were bound to be discovered eventually.
So, she tilted her head and replied to the camera, “We broke up seven years ago. I was the one who wronged her.”
Backstage, Sister Li clearly heard her words, and her heart trembled fiercely. She couldn’t help but close her eyes in frustration.
Xia Weige had told Sister Li about this seven-year-old relationship. Xia Weige was indeed at fault, but no matter the reason or the timing, saying it out loud would become a point of attack against her.
This was what Sister Li feared the most.