His Husband Was Probably No Longer in This World... (continued)

One live broadcast mishap after another brought the subsequent segments to a standstill. The production team worked overtime all night to barely manage to resolve the situation.

"The next theme is 'Dear Friends.' The first day will mainly focus on filming everyone's daily routine at home. Each day thereafter, one person will act as the host, and the other four will accompany them, experiencing their life. The collision of different experiences will lead to new insights into life."

Zou Yuxing a little shocked, "No wonder he's a director, he can even elevate this to a philosophy of life."

Although the five people present had concerns about the sudden change in schedule, they all gave the director face and nodded in agreement in front of the cameras.

There were six of them when they came, but only five left when they returned. Wen Feiran, as the only one who knew the truth, embarked on her journey back with a heavy heart.

The hangover was awful. Wen Feiran was half-asleep on the way home, and almost threw up from the jolting. It wasn't until evening that her feet finally touched solid ground, and she was finally home.

After he got back, he first took a nice hot bath, and wearing soft, loose pajamas, he felt completely revitalized.

He lay down on the bed, buried his head in the blankets, took a deep breath of the smell of his own laundry detergent, and suddenly spun around happily several times.

Home is still the most comfortable place!

The phone next to her kept vibrating, which disturbed Wen Feiran, so she picked it up casually.

The Melon-Eating Squad's news has already reached 99+.

[Top Handsome Guy: Shocking! Guan Yunning is actually a tea ceremony master!]

[Top Handsome Guy: I thought about it carefully, and he used those three tricks on me too, haha, I didn't even notice.]

[Tie-number one handsome guy: Hah my foot, do you think that's something to be proud of?]

[Top Handsome Guy: Can you be a little more civilized?]

[Top Handsome Guy: This is a major step forward in history! I was finally there this time, though I was sleeping like a log, sob sob]

[Top Handsome Guy: I feel like I missed out on a fortune! How did I get drunk so early? I didn't hear anything, and I completely wasted such a great opportunity!]

[Number One Handsome Guy:!! Feiran, you really were the last one to pass out!]

[Top Handsome Guy: You were chatting with Guan Yunning! You knew all along, why didn't you tell me?!]

[Top Handsome Guy: Come out here! I know you're still doing this. You have the guts to keep it all to yourself, but why don't you have the guts to come out and respond?]

[Tie-number one handsome guy: You transfer the group ownership to me.]

[Number One Handsome Guy:??? Why?]

[Tie-number one handsome guy: You're too noisy, I'm kicking you out of the group.]

[Number One Handsome Guy:.]

Wen Feiran had anticipated this scene, let out a long sigh, and left the two to perform a duet without replying.

He wanted to know how far things had escalated, so he opened Weibo's trending topics and was bombarded with comments. His name and Guan Yunning's name were linked together, appearing far too frequently. If it were checked for plagiarism, it definitely wouldn't pass.

How could the onlookers miss out on this kind of fun? They meticulously compiled Guan Yunning's drunken ramblings into a tea ceremony manual.

Guan Yunning's past was also dug up, leaving him with nothing but his underwear. His three ultimate moves were followed by his many achievements over the years, and there were also annotations and analyses made by netizens, densely packed. Wen Feiran felt as if he was reading a thesis.

Guan Yunning's comment section was also flooded with comments, with everyone ignoring his well-being and making wild jokes.

[Brother, they're so scary, they're all laughing at you for your broken house, unlike me, I only feel sorry for you. (I'm just learning this, please rate it)]

[Brother, can you give your boyfriend back to Yinyin? I know you're the strongest, you won't care about these things. (Please rate)]

[Brother, your fans always insult me. How could they do this? I'm so sad, but you don't need to care about me at all, and you don't need to disband your fan club because of me. (Please rate)]

These are some really talented people. Wen Feiran felt inexplicably disgusted and got goosebumps all over her body. She quickly threw her phone away.

Wen Feiran sighed deeply. He also had secrets, and if they were exposed... Wen Feiran imagined the scene and couldn't help but shudder. He could only comfort himself in his heart.

Once he finishes recording the show, he'll have the money the production team gives him, and his livelihood will be secured. Besides, he has so many aliases; he can just switch identities and roam the internet freely again.

That being said, Wen Feiran, thinking about how he would be live-streaming his daily life at home tomorrow, walked anxiously to his desk and opened the last locked drawer.

Inside was a diary.

His memories of the three years he was captured and forced to undertake quick transmigration missions are blank, but time in this world continues to flow, and everything he did is recorded in this diary.

Wen Feiran had already read it countless times, and skillfully turned to one of the pages of the diary, where only a short line of text was written.

[February 14th, sunny.]

[I am married.]

Even though she already knew about this, Wen Feiran almost choked when she saw the last three words.

How could you be so hasty? Is marriage such a trivial matter? Who is your spouse? What is their name, height, and weight? What do they do for a living? What is their personality like?

The most important thing is, where is he now?!

Wen Feiran has been back in time for half a year. There has never been a husband by his side. At first, he was terrified, but now he has a premonition that this person will never appear.

Apart from this sentence, there was no other mention of his marriage partner in his diary.