After hearing Pei Heng’s task, Bai Jing’s eyes gleamed with hungry-wolf intensity as she glanced at Shen Yan.
Then, a streak of drool…
She was gone in a flash.
Pei Heng said to Shen Yan, “I’ve already fulfilled one request for you. Now can you put the ointment on me? I really hurt.”
Halfway through her escape, Bai Jing changed course and picked a hidden spot, ready to spy.
Beside her, Song Qianshan looked at Bai Jing with amusement. “What are you doing?”
Bai Jing gave two light coughs, thought about it for a moment, and said, “If you’re willing to tell me your hidden task, then I’ll tell you mine.”
Half a minute later.
Hidden spot.
Song Qianshan stared in shock at Pei Heng and Shen Yan over there. “So President Pei’s hidden task is to have Shen Yan give him an essential oil back massage?”
Bai Jing was practically drooling as she nodded, tugging at the bit of fabric on Song Qianshan’s arm. “Wuwu~ how exciting!”
…
Up front.
By the sofa.
Shen Yan glanced at the two heads hiding not far away and smiled in satisfaction.
Then he turned to Pei Heng. “Alright, I’ll put the medicine on you now.”
Pei Heng immediately rummaged through the first-aid kit prepared by the production team, pulled out a tube of ointment for reducing swelling, relieving pain, promoting blood circulation, and dispersing bruises, shoved it into Shen Yan’s hands, and then…
Whoosh.
He took off his shirt.
『Ahhhhh! I love President Pei’s figure!』
『Damn, is that the legendary v-line?』
『Muscular when his clothes are off, slim when his clothes are on!』
『Those muscles, that figure… perfect. It feels like he could pin Shen Yan to the sofa and do it.』
『Are you all sick? It’s just applying ointment.』
Shen Yan was speechless. “I’m only putting medicine on your shoulder. Do you need to take everything off?”
Pei Heng had already quickly lain face down on the sofa, exposing his back and shoulders. “I’m just making it easier for you to work. I also hit my back when I fell just now, and I feel like my back needs medicine too.”
“I heard that before applying medicine, it’s best to rub the bruised area until it’s warm.”
Bai Jing grabbed Song Qianshan’s arm, holding back her excitement. “Wuwuwu, he’s so good at this!”
Song Qianshan: …
Wuwuwu, my arm hurts so much.
Xie Li was watching them jealously when Shen Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
Xie Li froze and quickly averted his gaze.
Huh?
Wait.
Had Shen Yan just motioned for him to come over?
Whoosh.
With his eyes turned away, Xie Li snapped his gaze back.
He saw Shen Yan, one hand moving across Pei Heng’s back and the other hand beckoning him with his fingers, silently saying: Come here.
Xie Li immediately stepped forward.
His heart was pounding like thunder.
“Did you call me, Shen Yan?” Xie Li asked, his throat tight as he pretended not to care.
Shen Yan said, “I need to go to the bathroom. Can you help me apply the medicine for President Pei? I’ll be right back.”
Xie Li almost jumped with excitement and immediately said, “Sure, sure, I’m very good at applying medicine. Go ahead, don’t worry.”
Shen Yan got up and slipped away.
His task was about to be completed.
But he still had one bonus task.
If he could complete the bonus task too, then in the next round he would get a special privileges card.
Wahahahaha!
Cackling inwardly, Shen Yan began searching for Lu Xingchuan like a hunter tracking prey.
As soon as he stepped out of the villa gate, in the sweltering courtyard, he saw Lu Xingchuan with a dark expression, viciously tearing at the roses planted in the yard.
A large pile of rose petals had already fallen to the ground.
Lu Xingchuan was still yanking at them.
“Go, don’t go, go, don’t go…”
His hidden task was to have Shen Yan sing a song called “Bo Bo Chicken” for him.
If this had been before, he would just have crooked a finger, and Shen Yan would obediently come over and sing.
Not just sing… he could even make him sing on his knees.
But now, he was afraid that if Shen Yan got too worked up, he’d pin him to the sofa and suffocate him.
But if he didn’t have him sing, he couldn’t complete his task.
Just as Lu Xingchuan was agonizing over it, footsteps sounded behind him.
He turned and saw that the person approaching was Shen Yan. Lu Xingchuan immediately frowned, his eyes full of disgust.
But then…
His heartbeat sped up.
What was Shen Yan coming over here for?
What did he want to do?
Disgust turned to caution. Lu Xingchuan looked at Shen Yan. “What do you want?”
Shen Yan whistled and stepped forward. “I’m here to ask you for a favor.”
Lu Xingchuan looked at Shen Yan suspiciously, then let out a mocking snort. “Didn’t you tell me to stay far away from you? You almost suffocated me just now, and now you can pretend nothing happened and come ask me to do something for you? Aren’t you getting along great with President Pei? Why not go ask him?”
Shen Yan smiled at Lu Xingchuan. “If you help me, I’ll give you back the recording pen.”
『What recording pen?』
At the mention of the recording pen, Lu Xingchuan’s expression changed.
But he still didn’t trust Shen Yan. “Who knows if what you’re saying is true.”
Shen Yan shrugged. “If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll go find someone else to help.”
With that, Shen Yan turned to leave.
Lu Xingchuan quickly chased after him. “What favor?”
Shen Yan said openly, “At dinner just now, Bai Jing took very good care of me, so I want to return the favor. Can you tell Bai Jing what your hidden task is?”
『I suspect Shen Yan’s hidden task is to get everyone to tell Bai Jing their tasks!』
『It has to be!』
『Hahaha, the three people inside have all already told Bai Jing. Only Lu Xingchuan is left.』
“Tell Bai Jing my task?” Lu Xingchuan sneered. “Shen Yan, don’t tell me your task is exactly this… having me tell Bai Jing my task.”
“To be honest, Bai Jing and Xie Li have already said, ‘Brother Shen Yan, you’re so nice.’ So what do you think my hidden task is? Tsk, how about you say it too?” Shen Yan looked at Lu Xingchuan expectantly.
Lu Xingchuan looked like he’d been force-fed a mouthful of crap. “As long as I tell Bai Jing my hidden task, you’ll give me back the recording pen?”
Shen Yan nodded.
Lu Xingchuan thought for a moment. “It’s not impossible, but I have one condition too.”
“Go on.”
“You sing me ‘Bo Bo Chicken,’ and I’ll agree.”
Shen Yan looked at Lu Xingchuan, then suddenly burst out laughing. “So your task is to make me sing ‘Bo Bo Chicken’ for you? Got it, GET. I don’t need your help. I’ll go tell Bai Jing myself right now.”
With that, Shen Yan turned and left.
Lu Xingchuan’s eyelid twitched, and he hurried after him. “The recording pen.”
Shen Yan laughed coldly. “You didn’t help me, so why should I give it back?”
He strode straight toward the villa.
Lu Xingchuan was furious, regretting his carelessness. He grabbed Shen Yan’s arm. “Don’t push it!”
Shen Yan smiled. “How about this? If you can tell Bai Jing before I do, I’ll give you back the recording pen too. How’s that? The race starts now!”
After saying that, he shook off Lu Xingchuan’s grip on his arm and sprinted toward the villa.
Lu Xingchuan barely hesitated at all, shoved Shen Yan aside, and charged in first.
“Bai Jing, my hidden task is to have Shen Yan sing ‘Bo Bo Chicken’ for me…” Before he could finish, he saw Xie Li and Pei Heng sitting on the sofa, and his eye twitched. “You, what are you two doing?”