Can You Shout-Sing?

In episode fourteen, while Qiao Jian and Song Yichuan cut into their steaks and rapidly stuffed bite after bite into their mouths, leaving no time at all for inner drama, the rich second-generation heirs could not help wondering, Was this guy a starving ghost reincarnated in his past life?

In fact, that was exactly what had happened. After staking out a scandal for twenty-four straight hours without even taking a sip of water, he had suddenly died in a secluded alley.

Thus, after Song Yichuan was reborn, his first thought was that even if the Heavenly King himself dropped some earth-shattering gossip, he had to fill his stomach first.

"Director, get me another steak. I'll take the whole thing!"

Song Yichuan held up the white plate and shouted toward the camera monitor.

The director's mouth twitched. He had demolished an entire round of food without saying a word.

You were here for a date, not a feast, okay?

"The steak is still being prepared. Please wait a moment."

The assistant's voice-over came through, speaking with some difficulty. Song Yichuan was clearly disappointed. "Pretty inefficient. Here, you can have mine."

Yan Jinyu handed over his own portion.

"I'm not hungry yet."

Song Yichuan lifted his eyelids and gave him an appraising look.

"Heh, you're actually pretty nice. You don't seem as scheming and black-hearted as that long robe said."

This time, the other rich heirs' mouths twitched. What, giving you a steak made someone a good person? That meant he was no longer scheming and black-hearted? Were you that easily bought off?

"Should we give you ours too?"

Though they had that thought, they did not dare act rashly under Yan Jinyu's intimidating presence. Even in the uppermost social circles, there were rankings, and strength determined everything.

Song Yichuan did not stand on ceremony. After polishing off another serving, he looked up to find a napkin, only for a long, well-jointed hand to enter his view.

He froze slightly before taking the napkin.

"Ah, thanks, buddy!"

Song Yichuan added silently, That thick accent is practically hitting me in the face.

The rich heirs immediately guessed that this real young master who had been lost outside the family must have grown up in Northeast China. Could he shout-sing?

"Can we start our date now?"

Yan Jinyu asked, his gaze deep and dark.

Song Yichuan looked over at the sound. The gentle sea breeze drifted into the restaurant, making the candlelight around them flicker between bright and dim. The indistinct light fell across Yan Jinyu's features, giving him an almost filtered look.

That face, that aura, that uniquely Eastern beauty—he absolutely deserved the description of a gentleman without equal in this world.

He could go film a period drama. He was way better than some horny wild dog, and far more suited to being the male lead.

The endless stream of thoughts made Yan Jinyu curl his lips in delight, while Fu Zhouchi at the back table ground his teeth and viciously scraped his knife and fork together.

"Brother Chi, what's wrong?"

Lu Chen, seated across from him, asked in confusion.

"You seem unhappy. Is it because you were paired with me?"

From the moment they entered the restaurant until they sat down to eat, Fu Zhouchi had not said a word. His attention seemed to be elsewhere, and he looked utterly distracted.

Lu Chen had tested the waters several times without receiving a response, and his original confidence had been worn down somewhat.

He and Fu Zhouchi had once attended the same school. Though they were not close, they had briefly interacted before.

Lu Chen was certain that this second-generation capital heir who controlled the entertainment industry held some appreciation and affection for him. Emotions could be hidden, but one's eyes could not lie. The burning looks Fu Zhouchi sent his way every time were proof enough.

However, after Song Yichuan appeared on this dating show and disrupted the plan, Lu Chen was no longer so sure.

"How could that be? Don't overthink it."

Fu Zhouchi gathered his thoughts and fixed his gaze steadily on Lu Chen's face. "I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Right, that was it. He probably liked this type.

So what if he was a horny wild dog? Who would not want to see a gentle, jade-like young master crying in bed?

As for that gossip king overflowing with inner drama, he was merely a tool to infiltrate the enemy's circle and find out who was leaking information. His opinion did not matter at all.

Fu Zhouchi seemed to be brainwashing himself, yet less than a second later, he perked up his ears and listened closely to the commotion over there.

Damn it, they're too far away! Next time, I really need to work harder and place in the competition!

"If you're unwell, I'll go back and rest with you."

Hearing Fu Zhouchi's reassurance, Lu Chen immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't have much of an appetite either."

Fu Zhouchi brushed him off. "If you want to go back, go back yourself. I still need to stay a while."

Lu Chen was speechless. Why had his attitude changed again?

And besides, the plates were already empty. What was there left for him to stay for?

"Tell me about your past."

Yan Jinyu curved his lips, breaking the awkwardness of the date. "I'm quite interested."

"Trust me, you won't be interested."

Song Yichuan shrugged, because there was no gossip in it!

"By the way, was that thing I saw before true?"

"Is the Yan Family really that outrageous?"

"Let me take a look!"

The rich heirs instantly perked up.

"Whoa, here comes the good part!"

"The eldest son, Yan Tiancheng, who's now being touted as the heir, isn't actually biologically related to the family!"

"Heh, so Father Yan was the one who took on someone else's baggage. His wife was already pregnant before she married him."

"Yan Tiancheng's biological father was actually the son of his wife's family driver. The two had grown up together as childhood sweethearts and loved each other deeply, but their vast difference in status had forced them apart."

"Her marriage into the Yan Family was nothing more than a business alliance, with no emotional foundation whatsoever. So after marriage, they both went their separate ways and played around."

"Then that does not really count as being cuckolded, does it? Father Yan has done plenty of fooling around outside over the years."

Thinking of this, Song Yichuan stole another glance at Yan Jinyu.

"Come to think of it, an illegitimate son is at least your own flesh and blood. That's far better than handing the family business over to an alien, isn't it, rich heirs?"

"Damn, this gossip is explosive! It directly affects the direction of the wealthy family succession battle!"

This time, Yan Jinyu, who had originally been excluded from the circle of heirs, would probably...

"How should I thank you?"

Yan Jinyu suddenly asked with a smile.

A faint, imperceptible glint flashed through his phoenix eyes.

Song Yichuan froze again.

"Hm?"

"Uh, thank me?"

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for appearing."

Yan Jinyu's tone was loaded with meaning.

Song Yichuan was about to speak when fireworks suddenly exploded outside. He instinctively turned his head and saw the dazzling colors filling the night sky, completely failing to notice that Yan Jinyu had been staring at him without looking away for a long time.

The director beside the monitors thought the scene was incredibly romantic. Just as he was about to check whether the show's ratings had risen, the assistant jogged back from the side.

"Director, the results for tonight's most popular male guest are out."

"Who?"

The director asked while looking at his phone.

"Song Yichuan!"

The director looked up in surprise. "Him again?"

"What, is he going for the grand slam?"