Though There Were No Flowers on Her Face, There Was Gossip on Her Body

Filming had yet to begin on this side when a fight had already broken out on the other.

When the cameraman rushed over and saw the scene, he went numb. He did not know whether to keep filming or break them up, so he could only shout anxiously, "Oh no, Mr. Mo, Mr. Huo, calm down! You must calm down!"

Song Yichuan was excellent, but a fistfight could not interfere with someone else's decision!

What if someone got beaten to death?

Before he could finish, a roar suddenly came through his earpiece. "Shut up!"

"What are you filming for?!"

"If that footage gets out, can the variety show's livestream continue?!"

"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!"

Only then did the cameraman come to his senses and hurriedly shut off the recording.

The director, who had been furious, opened his mouth to scold him again, but suddenly remembered the risk of team members being poached. He paused, and his attitude softened considerably the next second.

"When you encounter something like this in the future, you need to know how to adapt. Never release footage that could damage the show's reputation."

"Xiao Luo, I think highly of you. Keep working hard. Your promotion is not far off."

The cameraman was full of question marks. What was going on?

He had thought he would get scolded, only to suddenly be fed a big promise instead.

Before he could figure it out, the two men beside him had already stopped grappling.

"I came to apologize to you."

Huo Renjie raised a hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Was there really a need to keep pressing me like this?"

Meng Qiongqi was clearly still furious. "You toss out an apology so casually. What else do you expect me to do?"

Huo Renjie was also angry and spoke without thinking. "No wonder people in the circle say not to provoke little antiques like you. Now that I see it, you really can't afford to play."

Meng Qiongqi laughed in extreme anger. "Right, I can't play as well as you can. Since you love playing so much, why did you come on this variety show? Are you trying to use marriage to tie ByteDance down?"

Huo Renjie was left speechless. In truth, he was not as casual as he looked. What had happened at the bar had been entirely accidental, and even now, he could not understand why he had developed such a strong urge to kiss Meng Qiongqi's utterly lifeless face.

With even a shred of reason, he would not have dared.

Everyone knew Feng Shengxing, the old cadre of the Meng family. Just crossing paths with him on the road could easily earn you a round of red education.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.

After thinking it over, Huo Renjie could only look for a chance to apologize to Meng Qiongqi.

So, while they were doing their task and there were no cameras filming, he lowered his stance and tried to explain.

Who would have thought that after only a few words, Meng Qiongqi lost his temper and threw a punch.

Huo Renjie was not exactly mild-tempered either. After a few exchanges, the two of them ended up wrestling in a heap.

"Stay away from me from now on!"

Meng Qiongqi threw down that threat and turned to leave.

Huo Renjie muttered under his breath.

"Fuck, I'd love to!"

Meng Qiongqi had obviously heard him. His body stiffened, and he quickened his pace.

Watching the little antique's retreating back, Huo Renjie began thinking with what little brainpower he had.

Song Yichuan meant Meng Qiongqi liked him?

No way. That guy looked like he particularly despised him. Otherwise, why would he explode the moment forced stability was mentioned?

Maybe gossip was not always accurate. There was always a chance it was wrong.

When they returned to the villa to prepare for the bonfire barbecue, the atmosphere among the guests was somewhat off, and the livestream comments became lively.

"Huh?"

"What happened?"

"I heard someone got into a fight, and the livestream was even interrupted?"

"Where are the screenshots?"

"Hurry up and send them over for His Majesty's inspection!"

"According to insider information, two pairs clashed during the afternoon's two-person tasks, while another pair watched the drama unfold on-site."

"Whoa, this dating show's Asura battlefield truly lives up to its reputation!"

"Yan Jinyu and Fu Zhouchi have already openly gone to war. Meanwhile, Huo Renjie and Meng Qiongqi dueled in private, while the two ladies competed in secret. Everything was just to win Song Yichuan's favor."

"No way?"

"No way?"

"Even Fu Zhouchi, who only chose Lu Cheng, has defected?"

"Just how charming is Song Yichuan?"

"Looks like ordinary people are destined to be ordinary people. They can only become sacrifices of Marriage of the Elite!"

Although the netizens had reached that conclusion, Lu Chen did not want to resign himself to fate. Still, a faint trace of worry had arisen in his heart.

After parting on bad terms with Song Yichuan, he had returned to the villa. When he entered the dining room, he saw Fu Zhouchi skewering meat. It was the perfect chance to be alone, so Lu Chen approached voluntarily, intending to help, only to be directly refused.

"I don't need your help here. Go do your own thing."

Lu Chen stared at Fu Zhouchi's sharply defined profile in surprise.

"Isn't this all preparation for tonight?"

"Wouldn't it be faster if we did it together?"

"This portion is for Song Yichuan."

Fu Zhouchi's tone was somewhat perfunctory. "He has an exam tonight and needs ingredients to practice with."

Lu Chen's surprise turned into shock. It was actually for him!

Could Fu Zhouchi also...?

Thus, Lu Chen spent the entire afternoon in unease. He decided he could no longer sit around and wait. He had to make a move tonight.

The evening sea breeze blew gently, stirring the string lights in front of the villa and casting them in romantic colors.

The bonfire barbecue had a wonderful atmosphere. The fragrance filled the air, luring out every craving in their stomachs.

Though the guests wore varying expressions, they still looked lively and bustling as they sat together.

Lu Chen did not eat much. He drank two more cans of beer, his cheeks flushed red, making him look especially alluring.

His gaze drifted toward Fu Zhouchi from time to time, but he discovered that the other man's attention was elsewhere.

It was on Song Yichuan, who was stuffing himself with meat skewers. Lu Chen clenched his fists.

"Why don't we play a game?"

Yu Jiajia suggested sweetly.

Chen Qiwei agreed.

"Sure! Let's play Wheel of Fate. Whatever it tells you to do, you do it. If you can't handle it, you can choose to drink or answer a question."

"I'm not playing!"

Song Yichuan raised his hand immediately, refusing with his mouth full.

Trying to pry information out of me? Not that easy.

Yu Jiajia and Chen Qiwei exchanged a look.

"What are you afraid of?"

"If you can't do the assigned task, you can choose to drink!"

"Can't handle it?"

"Who said I'm playing?"

Song Yichuan lazily glanced over, but his expression suddenly froze.

The second-generation tycoons!

Ding ding ding, that's right, that expression!

More juicy gossip is about to drop!

They instantly perked up and hurriedly pricked up their ears.

Yu Jiajia, the person being stared at, wore an awkward expression.

"W-what are you looking at?"

"Are there flowers on my face?"

Song Yichuan narrowed his eyes. "There may be no flowers on your face, but there's gossip on your body. Let me take a look."

Chen Qiwei seemed to know something and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Uh, let's play the game first."

He then turned toward the cameras and asked.

"Director, where's the prop?"

"Coming, coming!"

A staff member jogged over to the filming area and handed over the Wheel of Fate. Chen Qiwei took it eagerly and immediately spun it.

"I'll go first!"

Yu Jiajia stiffly turned around and barely maintained her smile.

"Sister Weiwei, if you have to drink, I'll drink for you."

Before she could finish speaking, a thought entered their ears.

Holy shit, something like that actually happened? That's simply worse than a beast!

The second-generation tycoons' gazes instantly focused on Yu Jiajia's face.

No way, no way?

How could such a gentle, sweet little sister do something so beastly?!

"Hahahaha!"