We're Not the Type to Spread Gossip

Once the results of Episode 15's vote were announced, not only was the director baffled, even the viewers who had watched the entire livestream couldn't understand. They tried to find clues explaining why all the guests had singled out Song Yichuan for their favor.

Was it because he had a great body?

Was he good at sports?

Couldn't be. Which person on this dating show had a bad figure?

Maybe his self-discipline rivaled that of Hong Kong celebrities, or maybe his face was simply outstanding?

To be fair, he did outshine the rest, but everyone else had their own merits. It wasn't like they should all be into his type, right?

The men were one thing, but why did the women pick him too?

He clearly looked like a zero. Did they think they could bend him into a 0.5?

Lu Cheng, the one I had the highest hopes for, only got one vote? This feels rigged!

If it's still Song Yichuan next time, I'm definitely reporting this!

Reporting what?

That you went blind right on schedule?

What's wrong with it being Song Yichuan?

What, are we doing that all-black outfit routine again?

Anyway, he felt pretty comfortable to watch on this show. Quiet and uncompetitive. Aside from his eyes lighting up whenever food came up, everything else was great.

The original Song Yichuan had debuted on his looks alone. As long as he stood there with his mouth shut, he was pleasing to the eye.

The reason he never became famous and met such a miserable end was because he was both stupid and vicious.

Gossip Reporter Song Yichuan was different. His verbal firepower was formidable, and he was highly professional in the gossip field. By year's end, he would be winning awards left and right—Most Promising Newsworker, Outstanding Contribution to Journalism Award, Top Ten Outstanding Entertainment News Talent. Which one hadn't been earned through sheer blood, sweat, and tears?

Of course, hard work alone wasn't enough without skill. Being an all-rounder in ten areas had to come naturally.

Xiao Chen, congratulations!

Lu Chen congratulated him with a laugh, though he could barely keep his expression under control. The insincerity on his face flashed by in an instant.

Although he knew Fu Zhouchi had voted for him, he was still intensely jealous of Song Yichuan's popularity. All that attention should have belonged to him!

Ah, ah, thank you!

Song Yichuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, entirely unimpressed by Lu Chen's hypocrisy. What he needed to do was establish himself in this world, then drive the ungrateful wretch Song Jia had raised out of the house. At the very least, he couldn't make a wedding dress for that dog of a male lead, only to get bitten by the dog in the end.

If you can find a good home here, Father Song will surely be happy for you.

Lu Chen's voice remained gentle and soft, with no hint that he was stirring up trouble.

I wonder who you'll choose today?

Since you're so popular, whoever you choose will offend someone, won't it? Maybe a guest would turn love into hatred and deliberately trip you up. Thinking about it that way, coming first in the vote might not necessarily be a good thing.

Seeing the cryptic smile on Lu Chen's lips, Song Yichuan narrowed his eyes. Who I choose is none of your damn business. Are we even that close?

Another date pick? I'm so sick of these brainless dating shows insisting that wealthy families have to form powerful alliances.

Isn't being a wealthy family myself badass enough?

When the second-generation tycoons heard his thoughts, they were all stunned and fell into contemplation.

It was the first time they had heard such an argument. Their parents had drilled it into them since childhood that they had to be careful when choosing a partner. Their partner had to benefit the family, preferably be just a little stronger, or at least be worth an exchange of interests.

Now that Song Yichuan had mentioned it, it actually seemed to make some sense.

The two female guests in particular nodded in wholehearted agreement. I'm already plenty good enough. Why should I curry favor with anyone just for a marriage alliance?

Ah, of course, gossip is the exception.

Ai, forget it, forget it, forget it. I'll just go along with the production team's plot and pick someone at random.

Mm... ah, him it is.

Song Yichuan lifted his chin. "I choose Fu Zhouchi!"

The moment he spoke, the other guests sent him looks of astonishment.

Didn't he dislike Fu Zhouchi quite a lot? Yet he had chosen him twice!

Just as they were wondering, his thoughts sounded again. I'm here to straighten things out. I love breaking up those dog men, wedging myself between their dog friendship, and digging up some gossip while I'm at it.

Ah, so that was it!

The second-generation tycoons smiled knowingly. Yan Jinyu in particular had been looking gloomy, but his expression instantly brightened. Only Fu Zhouchi's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

He chose him, yet still disliked him. He chose him, yet still wanted to expose him!

Damn it!

The normally well-bred and self-controlled president of Fuji Group suddenly felt the urge to curse.

Meanwhile, Lu Chen, who was sitting beside them, became even more convinced that Song Yichuan was deliberately targeting him. Song Yichuan was jealous that the Song family had raised him as their own son for so many years and given him treatment that was utterly beyond the reach of a country bumpkin raised in Northeast China, treatment he would never even dare dream of. That was why he now wanted to compete for everything. But unfortunately for him...

Compete with him?

Hmph, Song Yichuan, don't even think about winning!

Lu Chen curved his lips and asked in the direction of the surveillance camera, "Director, if I remember correctly, this round requires a mutual selection before tomorrow's partners can be confirmed, right?"

The director nodded. "That's right. The first day's selection cannot be refused. On the second day, although you have priority in choosing, the other person still has to confirm."

"So, Fu Zhouchi, are you willing to become Song Yichuan's temporary partner?"

The cameraman turned the camera toward the person in question. A conflicted expression appeared on that handsome, precious face, and then, in the next second, his deep voice rang out. "I'm willing!"

The moment he spoke, Lu Chen's smile froze, as if he found it hard to believe.

Meanwhile, the second-generation tycoons all gave him a mental thumbs-up. The vice president's got guts. He didn't even mind being called one of those dog men. For the sake of gossip, he's really swallowing his pride!

The brilliant fireworks faded from the night sky before their beauty could be fully captured, leaving only the sound of rolling waves in the livestream.

Many viewers were hit by drowsiness and shut off their phones and computers. The many-person battle over Song Yichuan had been pretty entertaining, though. They would continue tomorrow.

As they closed their eyes, that thought passed through their minds. None of them noticed someone avoiding the livestream cameras and entering a secluded corner.

A hoarse voice followed. "Getting a strand of hair shouldn't be difficult, right? Send it directly to the testing center."

There was a recording on the phone.

A startled cry came from the other end. "President Yan, you're not joking, are you? Yan Tiancheng isn't Old Master Yan's biological son?"

Holy shit, does the old master know?

Wouldn't he get so angry that he had a heart attack?

Yan Jinyu let out a cold laugh. "If he can't handle that much, then all those years of fooling around outside were for nothing."

"Understood!"

The person on the other end said solemnly, "President Yan, don't worry. I'll make sure the results stay confidential."

There was probably no need for confidentiality. After tonight, the entire circle of wealthy families would know. For now, they were merely preparing irrefutable evidence first.

Sure enough, as he hung up and headed back, he passed Huo Renjie's room. An excited voice drifted through the crack in the door and into the hallway.

"Mom, did you know?"

"Yan Tiancheng isn't Old Master Yan's biological son."

"Heh, I've long found him unbearable. He struts around relying on his status as the legitimate heir, but he's actually just a useless piece of trash."

"Uh, wait, Mom, keep it secret for now. Whatever you do, don't mention it while playing mahjong, okay? We're not the type to spread gossip."