[I’m dying… I’m already cringing on Song Qingchi’s behalf!]
[Don’t get Song Qingchi’s train of thought. When an average person visits a female guest’s home and sees a pretty girl opening the door, wouldn’t they naturally assume she’s the main character? At the very least, they could ask if she’s Female Guest No. 4, right? Why did Song Qingchi completely disregard her like that?]
[First time seeing a baffled expression on Song Qingchi’s face, haha! He was really surprised that Wen Yajun is the female guest!]
[Wen Yajun is somewhat well-known. Yet Song Qingchi not only didn’t recognize her but might have even mistaken her for a maid in this huge villa… Ouch.]
…
The live stream was bustling, but the on-site atmosphere was frozen in awkwardness.
Wen Yajun’s usual gentle, timid smile couldn’t hold up, stiffening awkwardly on her face. The surrounding staff exchanged glances, unsure what to say for a moment.
As for Song Qingchi, the “culprit” who caused this awkward scene, there was no trace of guilt on him. While others might feel a bit uneasy in such a situation, he simply had one hand in his pocket, appearing completely composed.
Aside from the initial flicker of confusion on his face, his expression had returned to its calm, serene state.
Song Qingchi looked down slightly at Wen Yajun. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected some light, obscuring his deep eyes. He stood firmly at the villa entrance, his tall, straight frame almost completely blocking the sunlight.
“You are Female Guest No. 4?” Song Qingchi asked calmly.
Wen Yajun instinctively tucked the stray hair by her ear behind it, revealing a charming smile. “Yes, I’m Wen Yajun.”
Hearing this, before Song Qingchi could respond, his system spoke up righteously in his mind: “Host, this woman is your malicious fiancée’s cousin. The two sisters have been close since childhood. Ji Xingzhu even specially arranged for Wen Yajun to live in her house to create the illusion that they are both wealthy heiresses.”
“Quickly expose this vain woman in front of you. Tell the audience this mansion isn’t hers at all. Make her lose face big time!” Ji Xingzhu declared confidently. “Ji Xingzhu loves this sister the most. If she knows you made her sister lose face, she’ll be utterly heartbroken!”
“Host, this way you can get back at that snobbish fiancée of yours! What do you think? I’m a good system that thinks wholeheartedly for you, right? Don’t be too moved~”
Song Qingchi: “…”
Got it. Ji Xingzhu and this sister named Wen Yajun definitely don’t get along. She’s trying to use him as a tool. 🙂
Song Qingchi maintained his smile, replying lightly in his mind, “Forget it. I’m about to collaborate with the Ji family soon, and on the surface, my engagement with Miss Ji is still valid. It wouldn’t be good to be so disrespectful.”
Song Qingchi spoke reasonably and logically, skillfully extricating himself from the “war” between Ji Xingzhu and Wen Yajun with a few words.
Ji Xingzhu wanted to persuade him further. “But your fiancée insulted you so badly before. Don’t you want to teach her a lesson?”
Song Qingchi: “It’s fine. I’m a kind-hearted person.”
Ji Xingzhu: “…”
Ji Xingzhu couldn’t help but complain to 999: “And he has the nerve to say he’s kind-hearted? What kind of great philanthropist knocks their opponent down with one punch and then kicks them a few more times?”
Cannon Fodder System 999: “…Host, let’s talk now about your problem of abusing power for personal gain by using the male lead!”
Ji Xingzhu brushed him off evasively. “Oh, come on, I’m working two jobs so hard for you. Right now, I just want the male lead to help put someone in their place. Do you have to raise your voice at me?”
After all, having an outsider like Song Qingchi expose Wen Yajun would be more humiliating for her, while Ji Xingzhu herself could remain uninvolved.
Even though it didn’t fully succeed this time, Wen Yajun’s wonderfully dramatic expression earlier was enough to bring Ji Xingzhu pleasure.
“Too bad this scummy male lead is too sharp. Didn’t really manage to trick him,” Ji Xingzhu muttered.
Song Qingchi: “…”
Are you disappointed you didn’t trick me? 🙂
He resisted the urge to facepalm and sighed silently.
By now, Wen Yajun had taken a seat on the sofa in the living room. She smiled gently at Song Qingchi, patting the spot beside her lightly. “Mr. Song, please have a seat.”
Song Qingchi returned a polite smile… and then sat on the sofa opposite her, the spot farthest from her.
Wen Yajun’s smile stiffened, but she soon had no time to dwell on him because Director Lu Xuguang had already started interviewing her.
After a brief self-introduction, Wen Yajun finally got the question she most wanted to hear.
“Miss Wen, your home is truly luxurious, the most impressive I’ve ever seen,” Lu Xuguang said, making Wen Yajun glow with just a few words. “Could you give us a tour of your mansion?”
Wen Yajun smiled demurely, but her eyes were full of pride. “Of course.”
Then, Wen Yajun began introducing the villa. From the grand design and decor down to a small ornament or a piece of tableware, everything had a prestigious origin and was extremely valuable, opening everyone’s eyes and giving them a whole new understanding of the wealthy.
[Wuwuwu, so envious! Living in a home like this, truly a wealthy heiress!]
[The true princess of the entertainment industry—Wen Yajun!]
[There were always haters before calling our Yajun a diva. They should see this! Yajun’s family conditions are so good; it’s only natural she’s a bit delicate!]
[Indeed, money is the best cosmetic surgery. I used to think Wen Yajun looked plain, but now… I admit I was too loud before!]
[Wait a minute, I haven’t seen Song Qingchi for a while. Where is he?]
[I saw him when the camera panned earlier. While Wen Yajun was giving the production team a tour of the mansion, he just sat there drinking tea the whole time.]
[Is he maybe not interested in Wen Yajun? The two are really awkward, zero chemistry.]
[Probably feels inferior after seeing how rich Yajun’s family is.]
…
After who knows how long, the villa tour segment finally ended. Wen Yajun sat back on the sofa, still visibly excited and not quite done.
But Lu Xuguang was already cueing the next part of the process: “The male and female guests can chat with each other, get to know one another.”
Actually, under normal circumstances, the male and female guests would have started chatting spontaneously long ago. But Song Qingchi remained silent, drinking tea, and Wen Yajun was only focused on showing off the mansion. The two were in the same room but had barely exchanged a few words, so Lu Xuguang had to awkwardly try to bring them together.
Wen Yajun finally remembered her main goal for joining the dating show—building a CP (couple pairing). And wasn’t this handsome guy right in front of her the perfect candidate?
She put on her most perfect smile, thoughtfully pouring tea for Song Qingchi while asking softly, “What’s your name?”
Earlier, she had been so immersed in the admiring gazes of everyone that she’d even forgotten to ask the male guest’s name.
Song Qingchi smiled faintly, his gaze holding a somewhat meaningful look as he watched her. “Song Qingchi.”
Wen Yajun stared somewhat dazedly at Song Qingchi’s handsome face, her cheeks slightly flushed. But the next second, she froze. “S-Song Qingchi?”
Song Qingchi nodded. “Yes.”
Wen Yajun was stunned—she only knew that “Love on the Journey” had changed its guest lineup, but she didn’t know the specific guests. She never imagined Song Qingchi would be among the male guests?!
Although she had never seen Song Qingchi’s appearance, she knew this name! He was Ji Xingzhu’s fiancé!
For a moment, Wen Yajun’s expression changed dramatically.
Yes, she knew of Song Qingchi. Wen Yajun had always seen Ji Xingzhu as her greatest rival in life, wanting to compete with her in everything. Even though she rarely gained any advantage, she never gave up picking on Ji Xingzhu.
With someone like Wen Xuzhe, the disloyal live-in son-in-law, Wen Yajun could be said to have investigated Ji Xingzhu’s background quite thoroughly. Naturally, she knew about the engagement arranged since childhood and that Ji Xingzhu’s fiancé’s family had now fallen on hard times.
Throughout her life, Wen Yajun had frequently used this engagement to taunt and mock “Ji Xingzhu,” implicitly or explicitly ridiculing her fiancé’s family as being unimpressive. Every time she saw “Ji Xingzhu” look furious, Wen Yajun felt immensely pleased.
It could be said that Ji Xingzhu harbored such strong resistance to the marriage and such intense dislike for her fiancé, Song Qingchi, largely thanks to Wen Yajun’s “meritorious efforts.”
But as much as Wen Yajun had gloated in the past, she now felt just as sick to her stomach. She stared blankly at Song Qingchi, her heart churning with discomfort—she had only known before that Ji Xingzhu’s fiancé’s family had declined, but, but she didn’t know this fiancé was so extraordinarily good-looking!
She’d been in the entertainment industry for two years and had never seen anyone more handsome than him!
Wen Yajun’s eyes flickered, and she soon formed a plan. She smiled even more sweetly at Song Qingchi.
If Ji Xingzhu’s fiancé became one of her admirers, wouldn’t the proud young lady be furious? Even without that angle, Song Qingchi’s looks alone were worth her effort! Building a CP with him would definitely yield twice the results with half the effort!
Having made up her mind, Wen Yajun treated Song Qingchi even more warmly, not only pouring him tea but also personally offering him pastries. “Sorry for the poor hospitality, please bear with it.”
“Miss Wen, no need to be so polite.” Song Qingchi smiled gently and elegantly, verbally expressing gratitude, but his actions were consistently distant.
Wen Yajun seemed oblivious to his avoidance, casually chatting as if nothing was amiss. “What are your usual hobbies?”
Song Qingchi instinctively began, “Playing go…”
Mid-sentence, he inexplicably remembered Ji Xingzhu’s mocking remarks and forcefully swallowed the word “golf.”
He smiled. “I usually like playing games, the kind… boxing games.”
After saying this, Song Qingchi unconsciously held his breath. He wasn’t waiting for Wen Yajun’s reaction but felt sure the two systems in his mind would secretly roast him!
However, he waited for a while, yet there was no movement in his mind at all.
Song Qingchi thoughtfully glanced upstairs, in the direction of Ji Xingzhu’s bedroom. It seemed she had already logged off, transforming from his “golden finger” back into the young lady, Miss Ji.
The next second, Wen Yajun’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ah, I like playing games too! We have so much in common! Will you take me gaming in the future?”
Song Qingchi smiled but didn’t respond.
Wen Yajun didn’t feel awkward at all, continuing with a flurry of questions:
“Mr. Song, you look so tall, are you 190 cm?”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re very handsome?”
“What do you usually do to keep busy?”
Facing these questions, Song Qingchi appeared composed. He still smiled gently and softly, not showing any impatience, but his answers were all concise and always managed to end the conversation appropriately.
However, Wen Yajun was too interested in Song Qingchi to stop asking. “Mr. Song, what is your ideal type of girl?”
Wen Yajun’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him expectantly.
Song Qingchi fell silent for a moment before smiling. “I prefer… girls who talk a bit less.”
Wen Yajun: “…”
[Hahahaha dying of laughter! Every one of Song Qingchi’s replies is typical of a steel-straight man, a role model for our generation!]
[I feel Song Qingchi is a very smart person, probably not actually this low-EQ. He’s likely just genuinely not interested in Wen Yajun.]
[Just checked the other two live streams. The male and female guests there are chatting happily, the little flirtation is so captivating, completely different from here, haha!]
[There’s one more stream. The male guest is too far away, still on the road, so he won’t meet his female guest for a while.]
[I wonder what the last female guest is like. Looking forward to it!]
[Just saying, when will all the guests depart for the destination? Don’t want to watch Song Qingchi and Wen Yajun’s awkward chat anymore.]
…
Even though Wen Yajun desperately wanted to win over Song Qingchi, she couldn’t force it if the other party didn’t engage. Gradually, the atmosphere cooled down. Wen Yajun began fidgeting, discreetly signaling the director with her eyes to hurry to the next segment.
But Lu Xuguang acted as if he didn’t see it, filming them seriously, remarkably patient.
After who knows how long, the villa’s front door was knocked on once again.
Lu Xuguang perked up, glancing back at several cameramen and signaling them urgently to focus on the door.
Wen Yajun was slightly stunned, her heart instantly leaping into her throat.
To let her borrow this villa for filming the variety show, her uncle, Wen Xuzhe, had made arrangements long ago. Not only had he sent Ji Mingwei, the lady of the house, on a business trip abroad in advance, but he himself also stayed at the company without returning home, afraid of affecting her recording.
As for Ji Xingzhu, she was said to have gone traveling early on. Since Ji Xingzhu herself agreed to let her borrow the villa, she shouldn’t cause any trouble.
Then who was this person knocking…? Would this unexpected situation expose the fact that she borrowed the villa?
Wen Yajun was worried, but in front of so many people and the live cameras, she could only brace herself and go open the door.
When the villa door opened, a completely unfamiliar man stood outside. He wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans, his hair dyed red, many earrings adorning his ears, dressed very… trendily.
His looks were decent, but he seemed a bit juvenile.
“And you are…?” Wen Yajun asked, puzzled.
The man casually smoothed the red hair on his forehead, probably thinking himself very cool, and said boldly, “I’m the No. 2 male guest of ‘Love on the Journey,’ Lin Yifei. I’m here to find my female guest.”
Wen Yajun was taken aback, then an irrepressible smile appeared on her face. “Oh my, another male guest coming for me?”
She feigned complaint towards the production team, “You guys are really something. If two out of the four male guests come for me, wouldn’t one female guest be left out?”
Then she smiled and asked Lin Yifei, “Come in and sit. By the way, why did you pick me?”
It must be because my charm is too great that these male guests all choose me! Will another male guest pick her later? Wen Yajun thought delightedly.
“Huh?” Lin Yifei scratched his head in confusion. “I don’t know. I drew a lot.”
“Drew a lot?” Wen Yajun wanted to ask more, but a voice interrupted her.
The voice came from above, clear and languid, as pleasant as a sound from beyond the heavens.
“He’s here for me.”
Everyone looked towards the source. A beauty in a red dress was leaning over the railing on the second floor. Her fair hand supported her cheek, her dark hair cascading down. A pair of captivating peach blossom eyes lazily glanced down at the people below.
Red dress, snow-white skin, jet-black hair. Extremely intense colors collided in everyone’s vision, bursting with breathtaking beauty.
She looked down at everyone, a casual smile on her gorgeous, radiant face, dazzling like a goddess descended to the mortal realm.