Who Says These Second-Generation Tycoons Don't Love Dating Shows?

After supermodel Xu Qi withdrew from the variety show set, he forced himself to calm down in the car for a while. Only after sorting out the situation and preserving the evidence did he call his best friend again.

This time, he pressed the record button in advance.

"Oh, Qiqi, you finally called me back."

An anxious, affected voice came from the other end.

"Please believe me. Things really aren't what you think. There's been a misunderstanding."

Xu Qi sneered.

"A misunderstanding?"

"Then explain what you and my ex-boyfriend were doing in the kitchen."

"He seduced me and forced me. He knew you had stolen goods, so he used that to threaten me."

It would have been better if she had not mentioned it. The moment she did, Xu Qi's anger flared even hotter.

"Stealing, huh?"

"When was it ever not your idea?"

"I never saw it before, but now I finally understand."

"You had bad intentions all along." Having had her filthy thoughts exposed, the person on the other end fell silent for a moment. After hesitating for several seconds, she stammered, "Ah, Qi Qian, I-I only wanted to help you relieve stress. I never expected you to go and do something like that."

"I kept the secret all this time. I never told anyone."

"Kept the secret?"

"It was pretty interesting for you to say that at a time like this."

"Are you threatening me?"

Xu Qi's voice turned cold. The implication was obvious: if he exposed the video of her fooling around, she would expose his theft. No, it was a threat.

His best friend seemed too lazy to keep pretending. Her tone became considerably more frivolous. "I'm just emphasizing it, that's all. After all, I know so many of your secrets."

"Qi Qian, do you know how much I envy the family you were born into?"

"Such precious love and wealth are practically within your grasp."

After hanging up, Xu Qi smashed things around to vent before sending the recording to someone, along with the message: He shoved everything onto you. Just wait to have your reputation ruined.

About ten minutes later, his phone notification chimed.

Xu Qi opened it and glanced over the message. Qiqi, don't act rashly. I'll handle it. Also, I'm sorry.

He closed the notification and curled his lips disdainfully.

"Hmph. Isn't it a little late to say sorry now?"

After returning to the villa, Xu Qi had barely entered the living room when he sensed something was wrong.

His biological father and mother were sitting on the sofa, their solemn expressions like a storm gathering strength, ready to erupt at any moment.

Normally, Xu Qi would have tucked his tail between his legs, played the obedient daughter, and slipped away miserably to await a scolding.

But today, he did not want to pretend anymore.

"That's right. I'm a freak. I like stealing things. It's the only way I can feel like I have control over my own life."

"You've lost your mind!"

Xu Feng shot to her feet and shouted angrily.

Xu Qi trembled. When he lifted his head, his eyes were rimmed red, but his expression remained firm. "Does this count as losing my mind?"

"Tomorrow, I'll hold a press conference and announce to the entire world that I'm mentally ill!"

"Qiqi, you're ruining yourself!"

Xu Qi's mother stood as well, her voice choking uncontrollably. "Listen to your mother. Go abroad and lie low for a while. Once enough time has passed, then—"

Xu Qi shook his head and cut off his mother. "I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to spend the rest of my life living under the shadow of kleptomania, either."

But as he said that, his expression abruptly changed. "Before the press conference, I'm going to make someone pay the price they deserve."

Thus, in the middle of the night, a bombshell was dropped onto Weibo's trending searches: Supermodel Xu Qi's ex-boyfriend cheated with his best friend—censored kitchen play, so thrilling!

Xu Qi's best friend: Beware of fire, theft, and best friends. Xu Qi, who was pulling an all-nighter writing his press conference script, had barely answered the phone when an enraged voice exploded from the other end. "You actually uploaded the video? Are you sick? Take it down right now, or I'll expose your theft!"

Xu Qi's tone was casual. "I don't give a damn. Everyone in the circle already knows. What does he still have to hide?"

Meanwhile, Fu Zhouchi's voluntary withdrawal did not affect the filming schedule of the dating show. The beach volleyball match was still proceeding in full swing.

Song Yichuan called out toward the monitors.

"Hey, Director, I need a partner. Can you assign a staff member? Preferably someone healthy and energetic who hasn't had prostate surgery."

Fu Zhouchi, resting beneath the sun umbrella.

"Thanks so much!"

The moment he finished speaking, arms shot up all around.

"I can do it!" "I'm good!" "Pick me!" The director was dumbfounded. Who said these second-generation tycoons did not love dating shows?

"Isn't everyone being incredibly enthusiastic?"

"Hey, that one—hey, he hasn't spoken yet. Could you stop forming teams on your own?"

The director protested furiously in his heart, but he did not dare say it aloud. He could only watch helplessly as Yan Jinyu, the major financier behind the dating show, strode step by step toward Song Yichuan.

"I'll go with you!"

Song Yichuan glanced sideways at him. "Can you handle it?"

Yan Jinyu raised a hand and pointed at his eight beautiful abs. "I didn't train these for nothing."

Song Yichuan nodded reluctantly. "Fine. I'll believe you for now. Just don't be like that guy behind us."

"Your legs go weak the second you see Lu Chen acting flirty."

Fu Zhouchi was speechless. "Fine, fine, fine. You can't go three sentences without mentioning him, can you?"

With his partner suddenly switching teams, Lu Chen stood awkwardly where he was. His expression looked ugly, but his words were exceedingly magnanimous.

"Director, I'll team up with a staff member, then. I won't steal any other guest's partner."

The livestream comments became lively. He was really making people cry from how wronged he was.

"He's too nice. They've bullied him this much, yet he's still so gentle and kind."

"Isn't the word 'steal' a little inappropriate?"

"They volunteered on their own. Song Yichuan didn't say anything."

"Does he need to say it? He's acting all fake and delicate about teaming up with a staff member, just to gain sympathy. Which sharp-eyed person saw Yu-ge accidentally gaining sympathy?"

"I think they're mutually in love!"

"Their shots together look so beautiful. Why aren't you shipping them?"

"Starting rumors—one person does the work of two!"

The match began. With the teams finally assembled, the director impatiently gave the shout.

After suppressing himself for so long, Lu Chen curled his lips into a sly smile. He held up the volleyball with one hand, aimed at someone, and gathered strength!

You stole so much attention and so many camera shots. Feeling great, aren't you?

If I don't beat you into a pig's head, I'd be letting down my school team's trophy!

On the other side of the net, Song Yichuan bent slightly at the waist, a sharp gleam lighting his eyes. Your fox tail is showing now, isn't it?

You want to make an example out of me?

Hmph, keep dreaming!

Sorry, but I'm Snoring Song Yichuan now!

Before anyone could react, they saw the volleyball hurtling viciously toward Song Yichuan's face.

He took half a step back, spread his legs, squatted low, stretched out both arms, and lightly popped the volleyball upward in one smooth motion. A tall figure beside him leaped into the air in perfect coordination, followed by a killing spike.

The next second, a scream rang out from the other side.

"Ahhh!"

Song Yichuan glanced over. "Oh? Got slapped in the face!"

"Yan Jinyu's pretty good. Better than someone who just had prostate surgery!"