“Miss Ji, I want to know… where are you sensitive?”
The moment Shao Rui’s frivolous words left his mouth, the scene instantly fell silent. Cen Xuan and Bai Zhiyi frowned simultaneously, a flicker of disgust and aversion in their eyes; Wen Yajun watched the scene with schadenfreude, hoping Ji Xingzhu would be humiliated.
Jian Xingzhi was usually quite reserved, but now he tried his best to smooth things over. “Ask a different question.”
Lin Yifei glanced at Shao Rui, not hiding his disdain in the slightest, and muttered, “So classless.”
Jian Xingzhi cautiously looked at Ji Xingzhu. Unexpectedly, she didn’t explode, but her calm, expressionless face was even more unsettling.
At that moment, Jian Xingzhi deeply regretted his own clumsiness with words, so he instinctively turned his head, wanting to find Song Qingchi—the most mature, steady, refined, and graceful among the guests—to mediate.
With Song Qingchi’s superb emotional intelligence, he should be the best at handling such awkward situations.
However, the moment Jian Xingzhi turned and saw Song Qingchi, he was startled.
Song Qingchi was always a gentleman of elegant demeanor in front of them, that handsome face perpetually wearing a warm and polite smile that made people feel warm and friendly at first sight.
But now, Song Qingchi’s face was completely devoid of smile. His thin lips were slightly pressed together, and his dark eyes seemed frozen over with ice. His features were sharp and deep, and when he stared expressionlessly, an aggressive and sharp aura rushed towards one, making it hard to meet his gaze.
Jian Xingzhi stared blankly at him, and when he suddenly came to his senses, he found his hair standing on end. He moved his gaze away, still shaken. The aura surrounding Song Qingchi… was terrifying.
Shao Rui sensed the others’ aversion to him but completely disregarded it. He crossed his legs, lounged bonelessly in his chair, and directed an arrogant and provocative smile at Ji Xingzhu. “Miss Ji, cat got your tongue? Don’t want to answer my question?”
“I just want to know where you’re sensitive. It’s not like you can’t take a joke, right?”
Song Qingchi stared at Shao Rui expressionlessly. His hands resting on his legs had already silently clenched into fists, veins faintly protruding on the backs, very much like his poised-to-strike appearance in the boxing ring.
His body shifted slightly, as if he was about to do something. However, before he could act, Ji Xingzhu had already reacted first.
Ji Xingzhu curled her lips coldly, her peach-blossom eyes churning with anger. She abruptly stood up and, with lightning speed—viciously slapped Shao Rui.
Holy shit!
Everyone stared at Ji Xingzhu in utter shock. They had guessed Ji Xingzhu would be angry, but they hadn’t expected her to be so tough—actually hitting someone directly!
This this this… a guest hitting someone was unprecedented in variety shows, right?
Wen Yajun’s expression shifted slightly. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her own face, looking deeply traumatized. Soon, a secret glee surfaced. Last time Ji Xingzhu hit her, she had wanted to expose it all, but was scared off by Song Qingchi. Now that Ji Xingzhu had hit someone in front of everyone, Song Qingchu couldn’t cover it up for her.
Everyone should know that Ji Xingzhu was a violent maniac who hit people at the drop of a hat!
After delivering the slap, Ji Xingzhu frowned and rubbed her palm, complaining disdainfully, “Such thick skin. My hand hurts from hitting you.”
Shao Rui held his cheek, stunned for a long time. Hearing her words, he exploded, immediately lunging forward. “Bastard, how dare you hit me?!”
The moment Shao Rui stood up, he was restrained by an irresistible force. He turned to curse, only to see Song Qingchi holding his arm with a faint, cold smile, his eyes icy. “Mr. Shao, calm down.”
Shao Rui tried to break free from Song Qingchi’s grip, but couldn’t. That hand clamped onto him like iron pliers, forcing him to cry out in pain, cold sweat dripping down.
Taking advantage of Shao Rui being pinned down by Song Qingchi, Ji Xingzhu’s eyes lit up. She decisively rushed forward, slapping him several more times left and right, even kicking him, until Shao Rui was screaming bloody murder.
The key point was that Ji Xingzhu’s movements while hitting were not at all crude, but rather quite elegant. Finally, she gracefully withdrew, catching her breath while rubbing her palms, feeling refreshed. “See? Hitting someone really does make you feel much better.”
Ji Xingzhu slowly curled her lips into a sweet smile at Shao Rui, her tone light. “You wanted to know where I’m sensitive? I’ll tell you~”
“Me… I’m sensitive-tempered.”
“So, I just can’t control my temper when I see someone asking for trouble.” Ji Xingzhu’s smile was radiant, but her eyes were full of contempt. “You’d better not mess with me from now on. Otherwise… hmph.”
Ji Xingzhu rolled her eyes, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and gracefully sat back down.
Everyone else: “…”
Sensitive-tempered—what a good answer! Everyone cast admiring and respectful glances at Ji Xingzhu.
Shao Rui felt his face sting with pain, both from the slaps and from anger. He was used to being foul-mouthed, cracking vulgar jokes with women. Most women he’d encountered in the past would play along, but he’d never met such a tough opponent.
Shao Rui had deliberately wanted to provoke Ji Xingzhu and had guessed she would be angry, but he really hadn’t expected this woman to resort to physical violence! Having been pinned down and beaten up, Shao Rui felt completely humiliated. He wanted to save face, but Song Qingchi beside him held him firmly, leaving him no chance to fight back.
Shao Rui turned to curse at Song Qingchi, but inadvertently meeting those cold, sinister eyes, he suddenly felt a bit intimidated.
This sense of oppression… how was it even more terrifying than facing his own old man?
Shao Rui looked at the leisurely Ji Xingzhu, then at the smiling Song Qingchi, feeling he couldn’t afford to provoke either of them and could only choose to back down. He blustered at Song Qingchi, “Let go. I won’t fight.”
However, Song Qingchi not only didn’t release him but slowly tightened his grip. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said, “Mr. Shao, you haven’t apologized yet.”
Hearing this, Ji Xingzhu was momentarily stunned, then looked somewhat surprised at this convenient fiancé. Was Song Qingchi… standing up for her?
Shao Rui felt like his wrist was about to shatter, his face pale with pain, but he still stubbornly insisted, “Why should I apologize to her? She beat me up so badly; she should be the one apologizing to me!”
Hearing this, Song Qingchi’s gaze darkened slightly. He slowly leaned in close to Shao Rui’s ear, his thin lips moving slightly as if saying something to him.
Everyone couldn’t hear what Song Qingchi said, but they could see that Shao Rui, who had just been furious, instantly turned pale, looking at Song Qingchi with terror in his eyes.
And Song Qingchi still held his arm, looking at him leisurely, his tall stature bringing a heavy sense of oppression. Finally, Song Qingchi slowly curled his lips, revealing a “benevolent” smile at Shao Rui.
Shao Rui’s face turned from white to green, then he averted his gaze as if escaping. He shrank his neck, not daring to act up again.
Seeing this, Song Qingchi released his grip. He lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, then composedly sat back in his seat, reverting to that polite young gentleman, completely undetectable from his previous strong and dangerous demeanor, except he still stared at Shao Rui with an ambiguous smile.
Shao Rui understood his look and gritted his teeth secretly. After hesitating for a moment, he walked up to Ji Xingzhu with a humiliated expression, drooping his head and muttering softly, “S-Sorry.”
Ji Xingzhu raised an eyebrow slightly. Instead of looking at Shao Rui, who resembled a defeated rooster, she looked at Song Qingchi, her eyes filled with probing curiosity: What had he just said to Shao Rui to make this arrogant and reckless rascal actively admit defeat?
Song Qingchi met her gaze calmly, even curling a warm smile, with no trace of the coldness he had shown Shao Rui just moments ago.
Ji Xingzhu silently withdrew her gaze, turning instead to look at Shao Rui before her, but quickly averted her eyes in disgust. Ugh, this kind of filth—even looking at him one more time made her sick.
So the young lady waved her hand as if shooing away a fly. “Get lost. Stop bothering me from now on.”
Shao Rui’s apology was neither here nor there, unwilling and insincere. Ji Xingzhu couldn’t be bothered to accept it anyway. She had already vented her anger by beating Shao Rui up and felt she had salvaged the situation. As long as Shao Rui stopped being disgusting in her presence, Ji Xingzhu couldn’t even be bothered to spare him a glance.
However, this dismissive and contemptuous attitude, bordering on outright ignoring him, actually made the proud and arrogant Shao Rui feel even more humiliated. His chest heaved violently several times, but in the end, he didn’t dare say anything and slumped back to his seat dejectedly.
The other guests looked at Shao Rui, now as meek as a quail, then at Ji Xingzhu, who acted on impulse, and finally glanced at the unfathomable Song Qingchi, their feelings extremely complicated.
Wasn’t this a dating show? How were the guests more dangerous than the last? Was it too late to withdraw now?!
After experiencing this dramatic scene, everyone else dared not even breathe loudly, yet one brave soul dared to stir up trouble.
Wen Yajun took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and spoke up: “Xiao Zhu, no matter how angry you are, you can’t hit people. That’s not good.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Shao Rui was the first to glare at Wen Yajun in horror, viciously warning, “Shut up!”
Damn it, he had barely managed to get past this, and this woman had to bring it up again. Shao Rui’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest in fright.
Wen Yajun looked at Shao Rui in disbelief, so angry she was fuming, smoke practically coming out of her nose. She was standing up for Shao Rui, and yet he had the nerve to stab her in the back?!
Wen Yajun slammed the table, about to say something, but Ji Xingzhu’s lazy voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Wen Yajun, do you have a problem with me?” Ji Xingzhu stared at her with a half-smile, slowly raising her right hand and gently blowing on her slightly reddened palm. “Could it be you want another taste of my slap?”
Ji Xingzhu emphasized the word “another,” silently reminding Wen Yajun: You’ve already been slapped, yet you still dare not learn your lesson?
Sure enough, the moment Wen Yajun saw Ji Xingzhu’s slender, elegant, jade-like hand, she couldn’t help but shudder. Her right hand subconsciously lifted, as if wanting to cover her face. But she quickly realized how cowardly this looked and hastily pretended to calmly lower her hand.
Her eyes darted around guiltily, her heart filled with resentment, but ultimately she dared not speak up and cause trouble again.
Because she was genuinely afraid that the lawless Ji Xingzhu would slap her again.
Having taught two clueless people a lesson in succession, Ji Xingzhu felt incredibly refreshed. She beckoned casually, her expression light, “Alright, let’s continue the game.”
Everyone else: “…” You still have the heart to continue playing games?!
Everyone’s mood was somewhat subtle, but since the young lady had spoken, they obligingly continued playing, and the atmosphere soon livened up again.
Song Qingchi smiled on the surface, but was actually somewhat distracted. His fiancée truly had a proud temperament that couldn’t tolerate grievances. When she had beaten Wen Yajun before, he could still help cover it up. Now, however, she had hit Shao Rui in front of everyone; this matter probably couldn’t be hidden.
But the situation wasn’t that bad, after all, Shao Rui had been sexually harassing a female guest publicly; he definitely deserved that slap. As long as they monitored public opinion online, it probably wouldn’t have any adverse effects on Ji Xingzhu’s reputation…
Having quickly analyzed the situation, Song Qingchi finally relaxed and joined the others in the game.
Another round of the game ended, and finally it was Ji Xingzhu’s turn to win.
She propped her chin on her hand, scanning each guest present with interest, finally settling on Song Qingchi.
Ji Xingzhu suddenly thought, Song Qingchi had helped her by restraining Shao Rui earlier; that was also considered helping her out a bit, right? But… why would the male lead help her, the villainess, out of a tight spot?
Just then, 999’s voice sounded in her mind, “Host, there’s good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
Ji Xingzhu: “…Say them together. Don’t make me slap you.”
Cannon fodder system: “…Just kidding, why so fierce. QAQ”
The cannon fodder system trembled, feeling that after Ji Xingzhu beat up two people, she had somehow flipped a strange switch—the host wasn’t going to turn into a slapping maniac from now on, was she?!
“The good news is, according to my calculations, the male lead’s move to help you out just now will definitely win praise from the viewers. We’re one step closer to the goal of the male lead becoming wildly popular~”
“The bad news is… you and the male lead’s CP will probably become wildly popular too.”
Ji Xingzhu: “…???”
“How can that be?!” Ji Xingzhu was greatly alarmed, then fell into deep thought. “No, I have to think of a way!”
She didn’t want to be paired up with this womanizer male lead! Even if it was just netizens casually shipping them, she didn’t want it!
Ji Xingzhu began urgently brainstorming countermeasures. After a moment, her eyes lit up—just now, Shao Rui had made a vulgar joke with her, and her aversion to Shao Rui had instantly reached its peak.
So, to distance herself from Song Qingchi, she just needed to do things that would make him dislike her. Maybe she could refer to Shao Rui’s approach…
Ji Xingzhu’s eyes shifted slyly. She decisively raised her hand and pointed at him. “Song Qingchi, I’ll ask you.”
Song Qingchi raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, then smiled gently at her. “Sure.”
Ji Xingzhu pondered for a moment, chin in hand, then smiled slyly and asked, “What’s your chest measurement?”
Song Qingchi: “…?”