The online drama didn’t affect the eight people in the small villa.
They had already showered and tidied up the house, and were now gathered in the living room, chatting leisurely under the cool breeze of the air conditioner.
The sofa arranged by the production team was thoughtfully designed—four two-seater sofas surrounding a round table.
Ming Shu sat properly on the sofa, but a strong, powerful arm wrapped around her waist, playfully squeezing the soft flesh at her side. She lacked exercise, making her entire body soft and tender, with skin as smooth as goose fat and as supple as delicate reeds.
Lu Shiyu wasn’t sure if it was because she was too delicate or if it was simply the effect of seeing a lover through rose-tinted glasses, but merely holding her was a supreme pleasure, enough to while away an entire day without boredom. He didn’t enjoy the atmosphere of gatherings—the noise and crowds were grating—but with her by his side, it was enough to drown out the outside clamor.
If only she wouldn’t keep trying to pull away. The sofa was only so big; if she didn’t obediently nestle into his embrace, where else could she go? Into Zhou Yichen’s arms?
Lu Shiyu glanced toward Zhou Yichen.
Zhou Yichen suddenly met Lu Shiyu’s gaze and was startled by the cold, sharp, and strangely gloomy look in his eyes, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Su Jin’er asked with concern, “Yichen, what’s wrong?”
Zhou Yichen smiled. “It’s nothing, just that the air conditioner is set too high.”
Hearing this, Song Qinglin picked up the remote and lowered the temperature.
Zhou Yichen: “Thanks, Brother Song.”
Song Qinglin: “No problem. It’s almost lunchtime. What would everyone like to eat? Are there any dietary restrictions?”
Among the group, Lu Shiyu had the highest status, so the flow of the gathering should naturally be led by him. However, Lu Shiyu spoke very little, leaving Song Qinglin to take on the role of host.
“I don’t have any restrictions. I can eat spicy food, as long as it’s not too hot.”
“Same here.”
“As long as it’s not too greasy, I’m fine with anything.”
Ming Shu blinked and said in a clear, sweet voice, “Do any of you brothers and sisters know how to cook?”
The way she addressed them as “brothers and sisters” sounded pleasant to everyone’s ears—except for Su Jin’er.
Li Youling: “Qinglin and I both know how. My grandmother is an amazing cook, and her skills are no worse than some professional chefs.”
Ming Shu: “Wow, then Sister Youling’s cooking must be absolutely delicious. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.”
Li Youling understood her meaning and laughed. “What a little glutton. Qinglin and I will prepare today’s lunch, then.”
Sun Qian: “Preparing lunch for eight people is too much work for just two. I can cook too—I’ll help you.”
Ming Shu: “Thank you for your hard work. I don’t know how to cook, or I’d help too. Even with three people, preparing lunch for eight is still a lot of work.”
【I really want to eat the dishes cooked by the Qing-You couple too, wuwuwu】
【Ming Shu is so fake. She doesn’t know how to cook but keeps steering the conversation】
【Su Jin’er posts about her cooking skills on Weibo every day. Why isn’t she saying anything?】
【Cooking is her hobby. Why are the comments trying to guilt-trip her? Is not cooking a crime?】
【But Su Jin’er herself posted on Weibo saying she loves cooking. Why isn’t she showing it on the show?】
【Probably just building a persona. The “foodie” and “gourmet” personas are trendy in the entertainment industry, after all】
Su Jin’er shot Ming Shu a subtle glare before raising her hand and saying, “Sister Youling, I’ll help too.”
Li Youling: “Sure. Let me check what’s in the fridge. You can tell me what you’d like to eat later.”
Ming Shu: “Okay.”
She glanced at Su Jin’er and smiled faintly. Serves you right for trying to set me up earlier—what were you trying to pull in front of me? Go cook!
Zhou Yichen and Quan Zhengyou couldn’t cook, but they couldn’t just sit idle on the sofa playing either, so they picked up cloths and a floor cleaner to tidy up the house.
Ming Shu went to the backyard of the small villa—or rather, the weed garden—and picked a few wildflowers. Among them was a small red flower. She had originally planned to sneak up on Lu Shiyu while he turned around and place it on his ear, but who knew he was too tall? As soon as she tiptoed, her knees hurt.
Hearing the noise, Lu Shiyu turned and looked at Ming Shu, his voice low. “Little troublemaker, what mischief are you up to now?”
In his hands, he held a cluster of wildflowers he had just picked—all for Ming Shu.
Ming Shu blinked her clear, dewy eyes, looking utterly innocent.
But she forgot that the man before her was an award-winning actor. Acting in front of him was like showing off martial arts in front of Guan Yu—utterly futile.
Lu Shiyu glanced at her right hand, where her fair, slender fingers held a red flower. He only appreciated the delicate flower he kept at home; he had no interest in flowers from outside, finding them neither vibrant nor fragrant. But because of her, he suddenly felt that small red flower was exceptionally soft and lovely—tiny yet beautiful.
“Sweetheart, is that for me?”
“Mhm!”
“My dear little princess, please bestow it upon me.” Lu Shiyu bent slightly, his tone elegant and noble, like a vampire prince proposing in a movie—ancient and dignified, luxurious and mysterious.
Effortlessly, Ming Shu placed the small red flower by his ear.
Lu Shiyu truly seemed to be the Creator’s favorite—all mundane things were merely embellishments to his immortal, divine beauty.
She looked up, her dewy eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lu Shiyu, suddenly feeling her face grow hot and flushed.
How pathetic.
Even after three years of marriage, she still couldn’t help but swoon over her husband.
When the Creator shaped Lu Shiyu, did he add a buff to his charm, making him endlessly captivating?
[OMG!]
[OMG! I screenshot and saved it!]
[Did Lu Shiyu just call Ming Shu “sweetheart”? Am I hallucinating??]
[So doting! Calling her “sweetheart” and bending down to let her put a flower on him]
[Who’s jealous? Not me, I’m just surrounded by lemons]
[Lu Shiyu is so charming and handsome, wuwuwu]
[If I were Ming Shu, I’d strip Lu Shiyu right then and there, doing this and that and then this again]
[I was running ahead in a race, but then Lu Shiyu overtook me. I told him not to, but he kept overtaking]
[I tripped over everyone’s pants as soon as I came in]
[This is an act, right? It must be an act! Contract couples feeding us sugar is just feeding us crap—everyone, stay sharp!]
[We’re perfectly sharp; we’re just putting ourselves in Ming Shu’s shoes. Who believes this deliberate show of affection is a fool]
#Lu Shiyu Red Flower# trending!
#Lu Shiyu So Doting# trending!
Lu Shiyu’s fans selectively ignored the trending affectionate displays—after all, it was all fake, just an act.
But when passersby clicked on the trending topics, they were instantly drawn into “Sweet Journey,” with some even following the Celestial Deer Couple’s super topic.
Ming Shu gathered all the wildflowers into a bouquet, found a vase, and placed it on the dining table.
Everyone knew these were flowers Lu Shiyu and Ming Shu had picked together, so they praised him for being thoughtful and the flowers for being beautiful.
Ming Shu: ?
Alright, this is the treatment a big shot gets—even the smallest thing can draw cheers.
After lunch, everyone planned to rest for an hour before exploring the villa further.
The livestream began playing Moon Island’s promotional video.
Ming Shu was sleeping soundly in bed, unaware that netizens had already dug up her entire university history.
Anti-fans and toxic stans didn’t want Ming Shu as their scandal-ridden sister-in-law. Since she had boasted on the variety show, she would have to pay the price.
【She’s a performance major at S University. You can find her dirt on the school forum.