Let's Fight, Let's Fight!

In Episode 20, the director and assistant in front of the monitor were both stunned. Song Yichuan, who had barely spoken all this time, had suddenly dropped a killer line. They had thought he'd changed his persona and was going for a steady, dignified image. After all, he had joined the ranks of heirs to Beijing's wealthy elite. Shouldn't he have drawn a line between himself and his past messes and scandals?

But now, he seemed even more unrestrained. What exactly was Song Yichuan trying to do?

It was truly baffling.

The two heads in front of the monitor huddled together to ponder it, while the view shifted back to the filming location.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lu Chen's expression returned to normal. He smiled generously. "You're quite funny. Since you don't want to be in a group with me, I'll head back to the villa and help someone else."

Song Yichuan held a skewer of noodles in one hand and waved the other through the air. "Take care, no need to see you off."

Seeing the two go their separate ways, the cameraman didn't know who to follow for a moment. In the end, he could only point the camera at the sizzling skewers of meat, even wanting to add some background narration.

High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.

Holy crap, he was actually eating?

No, we're filming a dating show! You can't keep all the food to yourself!

Just as the cameraman thought that, Song Yichuan handed over a freshly grilled lamb skewer.

"Here, have a taste. The aroma's amazing."

The cameraman froze in surprise. There was some for him too?

Hadn't Song Yichuan been so protective of them just now?

"If you don't want it, forget it."

Seeing his hesitation, Song Yichuan started to pull it back.

The cameraman swiftly grabbed it.

"I skipped lunch. How could I not be hungry?"

The scent of the meat earlier had nearly made him drool.

He quickly stripped a skewer clean and was happily chewing when he heard Song Yichuan sigh beside him. "Sigh, people in our line of work really need to treat themselves better. You never know when you might suddenly kick the bucket!"

The cameraman choked. It was just one meat skewer!

Did Song Yichuan have to curse him like that?

"Want some pepper?"

"Add some salt?"

Song Yichuan asked the cameraman.

"A little would be good."

"Mm, Xiao Na originally made Song Yichuan look vicious, but the more I look at him, the more kind and benevolent his eyes seem. Like he's looking after us, reminding us, guiding us through the rest of our lives."

"Come on, even if you want to whitewash Song Yichuan, at least find a believable reason. Everyone knows he debuted as an actor in web dramas. Back then, he disrespected a cameraman and got dragged onto the trending searches. This kind of old drama gets dug up endlessly. Can't people turn over a new leaf?"

"The contrast before and after is so huge. I suspect Song Yichuan was forced by his contract. There are as many newcomers as chives these days; it's too hard to stand out."

"Who cares what Song Yichuan used to be like? Anyway, I like him now. He's good-looking, has personality, money, and a great figure. Why shouldn't people like him?"

Not only had quite a few viewers in the livestream switched sides, even this cameraman, who was upright and never accepted favors, found his feelings shifting in a subtle way.

At a variety show shoot, other than Song Yichuan, who would care about a disposable crew member constantly running around?

Not only did he generously share food, he even worried about the cameraman's health. That was just so sweet!

He had to do his best to give Song Yichuan a little more screen time!

The cameraman secretly made up his mind.

At that moment, a roar suddenly came through his earpiece, startling him into a full-body shudder.

"Have you eaten enough?"

The director's face twisted as he held the walkie-talkie. "Have you never had lamb skewers before?!"

"Get back here immediately and film the other segment!"

"Ah, ah, okay!"

The cameraman snapped out of it and ran in another direction after tossing aside the bamboo skewer.

A concerned voice followed from behind him.

"Take it easy while you work! You've got to stay alive!"

The cameraman didn't dare turn around, afraid that he would accidentally shed tears of gratitude.

A sense of crisis hit the director behind the monitor. Was this guy trying to break into the variety-show director circle? He had already started poaching staff!

Song Yichuan watched the hurriedly departing figure and couldn't help sighing.

Once upon a time, he had also had a cameraman partner who was diligent and obedient.

After he had died from overwork, would that young man have any sudden realizations?

Gossip was precious, but life was worth even more!

As his memories turned slightly sad, Song Yichuan put the skewer into his mouth, completely unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

"Mm?"

Yan Jinyu stopped in his tracks.

Before coming over, he had sensed the blue mood in the air. He had wanted to find a chance to comfort Song Yichuan and flirt with him a little, but he hadn't expected to hear such inner thoughts.

He suddenly had no idea where to begin.

Song Yichuan sensed something wrong, protectively covered his meat skewers, then turned around. Once he saw who it was, he visibly relaxed.

"It's you!"

Yan Jinyu was quite satisfied with that reaction, and a pleased curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Who did you think it was?"

"I thought it was a dog."

Song Yichuan shut his mouth at the right moment, but his inner thoughts didn't stop. I thought some rich dog had come to stand up for his little lover.

Fu Zhouchi, who happened to hear that from not far away, was speechless. So Song Yichuan had even given him a new name. It actually sounded rather catchy.

"Sigh, what are you doing here?"

Song Yichuan changed the subject. "There aren't many skewers left. Old Luo and I polished them all off."

"Hey, what was that cameraman's surname again? Luo what?"

His thoughts had clearly drifted away.

Yan Jinyu's eyes darkened slightly. He raised a handful of lamb skewers. "I came to restock you."

Song Yichuan's eyes immediately lit up. "Aiya, there really are more good people in this world!"

"President Yan, I lo—" Before the last word of his inner thought could be finished, a figure suddenly squeezed into his field of vision.

"I came to give you a hand too."

Although Fu Zhouchi wore a stern expression, he couldn't hide the fleeting hint of ingratiation.

"It's freshly grilled."

After a pause, he added, "I even specially worked on the recipe."

Song Yichuan was speechless. What is this rich dog trying to do?

If he isn't trying to curry favor, then he must be up to no good. Did he drug me or something?

Song Yichuan warily glanced at the dark-red lamb.

Fu Zhouchi took a deep breath and tried hard to control his emotions. "Do you want me to eat one first to prove it?"

Song Yichuan waved a hand. "No, no. I have enough meat. Give yours to Lu Chen instead."

"I insist on giving it to you."

Fu Zhouchi's stubborn streak flared up too. When had he ever been so unwelcome?

Even when he took the initiative to show someone goodwill, he was rejected. Fu Zhouchi was unwilling to accept it and was about to step forward to demand an explanation when Yan Jinyu blocked him, radiating dangerous energy.

"Do you have to make things so clear?"

"Can't you see that people dislike you?"

Fu Zhouchi's face darkened further. "What does it have to do with you?"

"Of course it has something to do with me."

Yan Jinyu gave a cold laugh. "He's the guest I'm interested in."

As the atmosphere grew tense, no one noticed the two gossip-loving sisters watching nearby, filming while shouting, "Fight! Fight! Hurry up and fight!"