Waa, you actually didn't pick me!

As soon as the results for the most popular male guest of episode 10 were announced, the livestream fell into an eerie silence. The haters even forgot to spam the chat, as if they were completely unable to accept reality.

The director's slightly awkward voice continued, "Well, it really is quite surprising. I didn't expect everyone to like this type."

The cameraman immediately caught on and turned the lens toward the "type" in question, Song Yichuan, who was still chewing on a chicken leg with grease all over his mouth.

The latter wore a blank expression, as if he were saying, Don't look at me, I don't know anything.

"What the hell, how could he be the most popular male guest?"

"Is there some kind of rigged operation going on?"

"From the start of the variety show to the on-site voting, how many sentences has Song Yichuan even said?"

"I thought he'd turned over a new leaf and stopped trying to steal the spotlight and be annoying, but turns out he was just holding back to ambush us."

"Ugh, I feel bad for Lu Cheng. He's clearly so wonderful, completely different from those pampered, spoiled rich kids. He's the most popular male guest in my heart!"

"Is this the aesthetic of the second-generation wealthy?"

"Don't tell me both men and women voted for Song Yichuan!"

"If it's not a fix, please release the vote count!"

The director held the microphone, "Well, there were 8 valid votes, and Song Yichuan was elected with 6 votes."

Everyone applauded, but Lu Chen, whose face had remained ugly the whole time, raised his champagne glass, a flash of resentment crossing his smile.

"Sister Gao, thanks a lot!"

Song Yichuan was still dazed. What is going on?

Did my biological parents help me bribe them?

Shouldn't the most popular male guest be Lu Chen?

You bunch of superficial second-generation wealthy kids, shouldn't you be throwing yourselves at him like starving wolves?

Huo Renjie, the mama's boy who was leisurely sipping red wine, spat it out and glared at Song Yichuan.

"Who's throwing themselves like starving wolves?"

"Huh?"

"You're the one who's starving! Your whole family is starving!"

"That green-tea bitch Lu Chen is only someone Fu Zhouchi would take a fancy to, right?"

Song Yichuan glared back without showing any weakness, "What are you glaring at? Glare any harder and you'll spit out your baby formula!"

Seeing the video being recorded, Huo Renjie immediately reined in his gaze.

"Fine, you're ruthless. You wasted my vote for nothing!"

"Heh heh, the winning guest can freely choose their dating partner."

"Song Yichuan, do you have someone in mind now?"

The director asked with a forced smile.

Hearing this, Song Yichuan scanned everyone with a thoughtful gaze.

Ah, dating is so boring. I'd rather pick someone with more gossip.

Meng Qiongqi, who had just been targeted, was visibly panicked and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

Oh my god, please, please, please!

His family had been politically prominent for three generations; any gossip dug up about them could be a landmine!

Although he could guarantee his own immediate family wouldn't have issues, he had too many relatives. These aunts and uncles were all deeply interconnected.

Fortunately, the liver-shaking gaze only lingered for a moment before turning to the other side. Meng Qiongqi finally let out a sigh of relief. "You'll do."

Song Yichuan lifted his chin.

As soon as Fu Zhouchi's slouching figure landed, everyone at the dining table reacted differently.

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes. Hmph, are you still going to fight me for him?

Yan Jinyu pursed his lips. So sad, he actually didn't pick him!

The other guests turned their heads. Hmph, thank goodness it's you, King of Gossip!

Fu Zhouchi was speechless. May I ask if he can refuse?

Sigh, after a full meal without having to chase news or stake out, Song Yichuan naturally slept until dawn.

When he went downstairs early in the morning to get food, he saw a figure moving in the kitchen. As he walked closer, the aroma of food drifted over, instantly awakening his taste buds and his empty stomach.

Song Yichuan couldn't help but quicken his pace. When he saw the face of the person turning around, he was surprised for a moment. Isn't this the Jade-faced Yama? He's up pretty early. Oh ho, making porridge? Who are you trying to impress with such diligence?

But then again, these second-generation wealthy kids actually had pretty good skills; they were almost well-rounded in all aspects of development.

"Hungry?"

"Wash your hands, you can eat."

Yan Jinyu's voice carried a hint of pleasure as he placed a bowl of porridge on the island counter.

Song Yichuan was a bit flattered. "Uh, for me?"

"Otherwise? Is there anyone else in the dining room?"

Yan Jinyu lifted his eyelids, his gaze shooting out with a soul-stirring intensity that made Song Yichuan hold his breath.

He hurriedly sat at the island counter.

What's wrong with this guy's eyes?

Should he go to the hospital and get them checked out?

Yan Jinyu was speechless.

"Ah, morning!"

A cheerful and enthusiastic greeting came from the entrance of the dining room as the guests, woken up by the staff, walked in one after another.

Yan Jinyu pursed his lips and turned away, making no response.

The other guests seemed used to his coldness and sat down next to Song Yichuan on their own.

"Good morning, Xiao Chuan."

"Oh my, what kind of gossip will there be today?"

Huo Renjie was full of anticipation.

Song Yichuan glanced at him. "Who's your 'Xiao Chuan'? Mama's boy, are we even close?"

Huo Renjie, who had just woken up, felt his blood pressure rise and couldn't help but blurt out, "No, can you stop calling me that?"

His voice was muted, and he helplessly covered his forehead.

The breakfast process was very simple, and soon it reached the highly anticipated dating segment.

Except for Song Yichuan and Fu Zhouchi, who were a temporarily fixed CP, the other guests drew lots to decide their partners: Yu Jiajia with Chen Qiwei, Meng Qiongqi with Huo Renjie, and the amateur Lu Chen with the Jade-faced Yama, Yan Jinyu.

The first date location was arranged on the beach.

To test the chemistry of the "Mohe" CP, the production team arranged beach volleyball as a game segment.

Song Yichuan, having changed into his swimwear, stood directly in the position for the duel, his fair, slender legs particularly eye-catching.

When Fu Zhouchi stepped onto the court, he couldn't help but glance at them, his eyes dark and deep, though his tone was cold and sharp.

"Don't hold me back!"

Hearing this, Song Yichuan slanted a look at him. "Hmph, it's not certain who will hold whom back!"

"If I lose because you dragged me down, I'm going to hug you!"

The fresh, massive piece of gossip caused the people warming up to suddenly freeze on the spot, as if they had been hit by a pause button.

"Ah!"

"More gossip?"

"Hurry up and say it, don't keep us hanging every time, okay?"

"There is, there is, there is, there is, there is!"