Oh No, the Divorce Variety Show Is Getting a Complete Makeover!...

He hesitated, looking at Su Shangting with a complicated expression tinged with pity.

Could it be that the girl actually likes your sister, and only sees you as a little brother who can help her get together with her?

"Your sister..."

Su Shangting's mind didn't work that way; he would never have considered it in a million years. Wen Feiran's gaze gave him goosebumps, and he had an eerie feeling. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his tone hostile. "Why do you seem so creepy?"

Interrupted, Wen Feiran looked at the ungrateful Su Shangting and suddenly lost the desire to warn him. He murmured an "oh," turned, and left, quickly disappearing off camera.

Su Shangting: ??? What's wrong with my sister?

The viewers in the livestream were discussing it too:

[Another baffling move from the passerby. I hate it when people only say half of what they mean!]

[Why did he bring up Su Shangting's sister? Wait, have we overlooked something? This was never a story about three people!]

[Oh my god, could it be what I think it is? They'd actually make a great couple!]

[What are you all talking about? I don't understand.]

[Hahahaha, these two little punks dug up each other's embarrassing pasts, only to expose the older sister's secret relationship.]

[These two still haven't caught on. I'm really worried they won't live to see tomorrow.]

Chapter 4: Oh No, the Divorce Variety Show Is Getting a Complete Makeover!...

Su Shangting didn't come out again before lunch, spending the entire time in his room on the phone. The usually proud and willful young master couldn't hold his head up under his sister's authority. He finally behaved himself, keeping his tail between his legs.

Related topics immediately shot up the trending searches, and everyone reveled in their misfortune.

[Hahaha, this is an epic case of getting the wrong idea. What are these two even fighting over? They don't even count as being under the car. It was a perfectly good romance between two people, and they just had to make it a crowded affair with four!]

[The girl: I'm busy making eyes at your sister. Don't insert yourself into this. I just want to be your brother-in-law!]

[Ahhh, one can ride horses and is beautiful, and the other wears little black dresses. They're both my ideal type! Ladies, give a girl a chance!]

[Suddenly, that passerby seems so smart. He solved the case while eating melon.]

[+1. He was actually trying to warn Su Shangting, right? Su Shangting just snapped at him before he could.]

[Looking at it that way, that person seems pretty nice.]

Wen Feiran's expression had always been a source of controversy. People had mistaken him for a gloomy, dejected schemer; not only was he nameless, but his reputation was terrible too. This was the first time anyone had spoken up for him. He had also answered every question correctly and turned into Sherlock Holmes, uncovering the truth behind the gossip. The viewers had seen his series of standout moments, and everything was a good sign.

Ning Tingyu nearly ground his teeth to pieces at the sight. Why was it that being around those two mortal enemies meant he had to suffer and get dragged through the mud with them, while Wen Feiran, the passerby meant to set him off, had ridden the wave to a huge amount of attention?

Constrained by his public image and the cameras, Ning Tingyu couldn't do anything himself. He could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Wen Feiran returned to the Star Cottage to recharge alone, but just after he finished lunch, the production crew called him out again.

He grew sleepy after eating and walked over in a daze. When he saw the bamboo house, he froze.

The familiar scene slipped through the cracks of time and pulled him back into that memory. He only came to his senses after sitting down in a chair, and looked with mixed feelings at the old man standing before him.

The old man wore a crisp Zhongshan suit. He was vigorous and stern, unlike his own gentle, loving master, who had always been burdened with worry.

His first quick-transmigration mission had been to play a vicious male supporting character and put the male lead in his place.

His identity at the time had been that of a good-for-nothing young master. All he had to do to complete the mission was gather a bunch of lackeys, then humiliate and beat the male lead after he entered the Imperial Academy.

The system had thought this was the easiest and fastest method, but it had failed to account for Wen Feiran's social anxiety.

Gathering lackeys meant winning people over, and humiliating the male lead had to be done in public, under everyone's watchful eyes. He would have had to control his expression and maintain an imposing air at all times. It was too hard!

Wen Feiran had agonized over it all night and made up his mind when he woke up.

He would choose the method that suited him best and was also the safest.

The male lead had some talent for painting, but his family was poor and couldn't afford a famous teacher to guide him, so his skills were unrefined. Wen Feiran could spend those ten years studying hard and then defeat the male lead in painting. Wouldn't that be a kind of humiliation too?

Besides, he liked being alone. Solitude gave him energy, and learning something new offered both a challenge and a sense of accomplishment. It was the best of both worlds.

He had immediately become a disciple of the greatest painter. His master lived in seclusion in a bamboo house just like this one, with no distracting music or decadent melodies, only the sound of wind stirring the bamboo leaves and a clear spring flowing over the stone steps for company. Wen Feiran had lived with his master for ten years. He could close his eyes and picture every blade of grass and tree around him, but when he opened them, everything had long since changed.

It was only a quick-transmigration mission, but to Wen Feiran, it had been a real part of his life. The people and things he encountered had left a deep imprint on his memory. Every time he changed worlds, he felt melancholy and sad for a long time. Now that he had returned to his original world, he had thought he had already forgotten, but the familiar surroundings stirred up his thoughts again.

A brush and inkstone lay on the table before him. Wen Feiran's heart was full of emotion, with no way to express it, so he could only pour it into his brush.

He painted bamboo, and also his master, who had been known as the Gentleman of Bamboo.

The others picked up their brushes too, but they only painted casually, without putting their hearts into it. They all knew Duan Haoran was the main attraction in this segment.

Duan Haoran

mainly

worked in a field other than traditional Chinese painting, but he had a foundation in painting. Even if this was his first time trying it, he was still the best painter among them, and Elder Zeng would also show consideration to this standout among young painters.

Duan Haoran soon put down his brush and smiled at Elder Zeng as the old man approached. He showed the humility of a junior, though he could hardly conceal his pride, which suited his status perfectly.

But Elder Zeng was obsessed with painting and put it above everything else, caring nothing for social niceties. After looking down at the painting, his tightly furrowed brow did not relax, and he continued farther along without stopping for a moment.

Duan Haoran: "..."