As soon as the results for Episode 10's most popular male guest were announced, the livestream fell into an eerie silence. Even the haters forgot to post comments, as if they simply couldn't accept reality.
The director's slightly awkward voice continued, "Well, that is pretty surprising. I didn't expect everyone to like this type."
The cameraman immediately got the hint and turned the camera toward the type in question, who had just stuffed his face with a chicken leg and gotten grease all over his mouth.
He looked dazed, as if to say, Don't look at me. I don't know anything.
What? How could he possibly be the most popular male guest?
Was there some behind-the-scenes rigging?
From the start of the show to the on-site vote, how many words had Song Yichuan even said?
I thought he'd changed and stopped hogging the camera and annoying everyone. But no, he'd been saving this move for us!
Mm, poor Lu Cheng. He's such a wonderful person, nothing like those spoiled rich playboys. He's the most popular male guest in my heart!
Is this what second-generation heirs think is attractive?
Don't tell me everyone, men and women alike, picked Song Yichuan!
If this wasn't rigged, show us the votes!
The director held the microphone. "There were eight valid votes. Song Yichuan received six votes and won."
"Let's give him a round of applause!" Lu Chen, whose expression had been gloomy the whole time, raised his champagne flute, a trace of resentment flashing across his smile.
Thanks, Gao!
Song Yichuan was still in a daze. What was going on?
Had my parents secretly paid them off?
Shouldn't Lu Chen have been the most popular male guest?
Weren't you wealthy heirs who only cared about getting laid supposed to throw yourselves at him like starving people?
Huo Renjie, the pampered mama's boy leisurely sipping red wine, spat out his drink and glared at Song Yichuan.
Who's throwing themselves at anyone?
Huh?
You're the one who's desperate! Your whole family is desperate!
Someone as fake as Lu Chen would only appeal to Fu Zhouchi, right?
Song Yichuan glared right back, undaunted. "What are you looking at? Keep it up and I'll make you spit up your milk!"
As soon as he realized the cameras had caught him, Huo Renjie immediately reined in his glare.
Fine, you're ruthless. I wasted a vote on you!
"Hehe, the winner gets to choose their date freely."
"Song Yichuan, have you decided who you want to go with?"
The director asked with a strained smile.
At the sound of his name, Song Yichuan's thoughtful gaze swept over everyone one by one.
Ah, dates were so boring. He'd rather pick someone with juicy gossip.
Meng Qiongqi, who had just caught his eye, visibly panicked and hurriedly lowered his head, afraid to meet his gaze.
Oh, please, please, please!
His family had been powerful for three generations. Any random scandal dug up could turn into a land mine!
He could guarantee his own family was clean, but he had so many relatives. All those aunts and uncles could drag him into trouble.
Luckily, the terrifying gaze only lingered for a moment before moving elsewhere. Meng Qiongqi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You, then!" Song Yichuan lifted his chin.
As soon as Fu Zhouchi's laid-back voice rang out, everyone around the table reacted differently.
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes. Hmph, he still wants to steal him away?
Yan Jinyu pouted. How sad—he didn't pick him!
The other guests turned their heads. Hmph, at least they had the Gossip King!
Fu Zhouchi was speechless. Was he allowed to refuse?
Ah, with every meal taken care of and no need to chase down news or stake out a place for a scoop, Song Yichuan naturally slept until morning.
When he came downstairs to eat breakfast, a figure was moving about in the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, the aroma of food wafted over, instantly awakening his taste buds and his completely empty stomach.
Song Yichuan couldn't help speeding up. When he saw the person turn around, he was startled. Wasn't that Jade-faced Yama? Up early, huh? Oh, making congee! Who were you trying to impress with all that effort?
But come to think of it, these rich heirs were pretty good at everything. They practically excelled in every aspect of life.
"Hungry?"
"Wash your hands. Breakfast is ready."
Yan Jinyu's voice carried a hint of cheer as he served a bowl of congee and set it on the kitchen island.
Song Yichuan was a little overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness. "Uh, is that for me?"
"Who else?"
"Is anyone else in the dining room?"
Yan Jinyu lifted his eyes, his gaze strikingly captivating as it swept over Song Yichuan. Song Yichuan's breathing hitched.
He hurriedly sat down at the island.
What's wrong with this guy's eyes?
Should he get them checked out?
Yan Jinyu was speechless.
"Hey, let's go!"
A cheerful greeting came from the dining room entrance. The guests, woken by the staff, filed in one after another.
Yan Jinyu pressed his lips together and turned away without responding.
The other guests seemed used to his coldness and sat down beside Song Yichuan as they pleased.
"Morning, Yichuan."
"Oh, I wonder what kind of gossip we'll get today!"
Huo Renjie was full of anticipation.
Song Yichuan shot him a glance. "Don't call me Yichuan like we're close, you mama's boy. Do we even know each other?"
Huo Renjie had only just woken up, but his blood pressure shot up. He blurted out, "Can you not call me that?"
His voice was muted, so he rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Breakfast was over quickly, and soon came the eagerly awaited date segment.
Song Yichuan and Fu Zhouchi were temporarily paired up, while the other guests drew lots to decide their partners. Sweetheart Yu Jiajia and the third-generation heir Meng Qiongqi were one pair; Miss Jade and Chen Qiwei were another; the third young master from the capital circle, Huo Renjie, and the ordinary guest Lu Chen were a pair; and Jade-faced Yama Yan Jinyu was paired with someone else.
Their first date was set on a beach by the sea.
To test how well the couples worked together, the production team had arranged a beach volleyball game.
Song Yichuan, already changed into his swimsuit, took his position for the match. His long, fair legs immediately caught everyone's eye.
When Fu Zhouchi stepped onto the court, he couldn't help stealing a glance. His eyes were a deep blue, but his voice was ice-cold.
"Don't hold me back!"
Song Yichuan shot him a sidelong glance. "Hmph, we'll see who holds whom back!"
"If we lose because of you, I'll hug you!"
The people warming up froze in place, as if someone had pressed pause.
Ah!
More gossip?
Hurry up and tell us! Don't leave us hanging every time!
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