Tui! Scumbag!

Why did they break this scoop now, right before the competition? Was it just to mess with him?

That was a little vicious, wasn't it?

Meng Qiongqi, who had entered the water half a beat late, was on the verge of collapse. The other guests were affected to varying degrees as well. Their freestyle speeds were nowhere near their usual casual pace, because all their attention was focused on the voice in their heads, constantly shouting, Say it!

Say it! Who exactly is that person?!

Lu Chen, the only one who couldn't hear the inner thoughts, swam forward desperately, fighting for the chance to choose a CP next time.

Song Yichuan might have agreed to Yan Jinyu just now, but who could guarantee he wouldn't change his mind at the last minute?

What if he was like Lu Chen and wanted both of them? Wanted to flirt with both?

Just as he thought that, he caught sight of a familiar and irritating figure from the corner of his eye. The man was so fast that he was actually showing signs of overtaking him.

How was that possible?!

Volleyball was one thing. It had been a team event, after all, and many factors could affect the outcome. But freestyle was an individual event, purely dependent on skill and training.

He had been absolutely confident he could take first place, at least in the first leg.

After all, in order to marry into a rich family and become part of one, Lu Chen had put in efforts ordinary people could never imagine. He had even demanded that he excel in every field, ready for any unexpected situation.

But Song Yichuan had just overtaken him with ease.

Did he believe it?

No. He didn't!

Lu Chen realized he had fallen behind and pushed himself even harder. His legs were kicking so hard they were about to cramp, yet he still found himself several seconds behind.

In the end, he could only watch in despair as that figure had already leaped into Yan Jinyu's arms.

"I didn't expect you to be so versatile!"

"This counts as versatile?" Song Yichuan curled his lip. I haven't even shown off my other skills yet. Back then, when I didn't make it into the first shooting site, I jumped straight into the river. Damn it, three seconds have already passed—why are you still not swimming?

If we lose first place, I'll roast you like a suckling pig!

Yan Jinyu smiled, then loosened his arms. The warmth lingering in them seemed to seep through his skin and into his heart.

Before half a second had passed, he dove forward and swam toward the finish line, pulling far ahead in the blink of an eye, just like during the volleyball match on the first day.

There was no suspense in the competition. When the director announced the results, he noticed the other guests staring fixedly at Song Yichuan again. Their eager, naked gazes looked as if they wanted to poke holes through him.

They had only won two matches.

Was that really necessary?

The spoiled brats in rich-family circles really needed to be put in their place. Otherwise, every one of them would get unbearably arrogant.

"Xiaochuan's group takes first again. Everyone, applaud and congratulate them." The director took the lead in clapping. "Then Weiwei and Jiajia are third, and Lu Chen is fourth. I don't need to say any more, right?"

Huo Renjie shot him a glare. "It's all because you spared us from coming in last."

Meng Qiongqi snapped back irritably, "If you've got the guts, swim by yourself next time."

Though they exchanged a few barbs, no one had the mind to waste time on such pointless bickering. After all, they still hadn't finished the big scoop.

This dangling inner voice was practically killing them. It had them clawing at their hearts in frustration.

Especially the people involved. They had no idea when they might be dragged up to the chopping block, leaving them uneasy every second. And, as usual, things went against their wishes—the inner thoughts they wanted to hear never came.

As soon as the competition ended, the guests returned to their rooms in a daze to change and prepare for lunch.

The young heirs, who usually dawdled and fussed over every detail, were unusually quick today. They took rushed showers, then bolted downstairs as if their asses were on fire and sat directly in the dining room chairs.

Repeated experiments had proven that the range of the inner voice was limited. They had to be in the same place. If they didn't secure their gossip-listening spots early, they might miss something important and lose the advantage. Information was king these days, after all.

Thus, after the director merely took a sip of water and made one round, he found everyone seated neatly in the dining room.

He rubbed his eyes and asked his assistant in disbelief, "Aren't we filming a military-training variety show?"

"Our proper dating show is different from those random programs. Military-training variety shows, please don't cue us."

The flattery hit exactly where it needed to, and the director was very pleased.

"Mm, it seems the Catfish Effect really does make sense. Rich-family circles need more outstanding young second-generation heirs like Song Yichuan. You're absolutely right!"

The staff member kept a straight face while praising him, all the while secretly rolling his eyes. When you wanted to kick him off the show, that wasn't what you said. Now that his popularity has shot up, you've done a complete 360.

That was right. Some genius on Weibo had created a poll asking viewers to vote for the reason why Rich-Family Dating Show was worth continuing to watch.

After more than an hour of fierce competition, one option—"Explore the reason behind Song Yichuan's mysteriously overwhelming popularity"—had actually climbed to the top!

The director, who had originally planned to take a break midway, suddenly perked up and insisted on personally announcing the competition results.

"Where's Song Yichuan?"

"Why isn't he down yet?"

Though Huo Renjie faced the stairs, his peripheral vision flicked toward Meng Qiongqi. His sly gaze carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Meng Qiongqi kept a stiff face and ignored him, clearly holding back his anger. Yet Huo Renjie recklessly leaned closer. "Meng Qiongqi, aren't you curious?"

"About something that important."

The moment he said it, the previously blocked voice suddenly rang out. The rich heirs immediately guessed who had arrived, and their gazes turned in perfect unison toward the staircase.

Their timing was so impeccable that they were just short of rising to their feet as a group.

Behind the monitors, the director scratched his head in confusion. "Since when have these spoiled rich kids been so well-trained?"

Yet Song Yichuan didn't notice the obvious anomaly at all, because he was too immersed in the world of gossip to pull himself free.

Look how close these two are! The atmosphere is so ambiguous!

You never know how shocking a scoop is until you dig into it!

So that's it... so that's it... so that's it—holy shit!

So what is it?!

The rich heirs were close to breaking down, and a bead of cold sweat slid down Meng Qiongqi's temple.

Turns out, Meng Qiongqi was forcefully kissed by a drunk Huo Renjie around the corner by a bar restroom. That kiss was no small matter—it stole Meng Qiongqi's heart outright!

The next day, he went to confront him, only to find that Huo Renjie had blacked out and didn't remember any of it at all.

Meng Qiongqi flew into a rage out of humiliation and punched him. The two immediately started fighting.

Tui! Scumbag! That was his first kiss!

Song Yichuan walked into the dining room one step at a time, his inner voice turning puzzled again. Huh? Why did Huo Renjie suddenly blush?

Where's he running off to?

He's not eating lunch?

As expected, the stomachs of rich second-generation heirs are made of iron. They can really endure hunger!