Who Wouldn't Want to Witness the Drama in Person?!

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Even Song Yichuan, slow as he was, sensed that something was wrong. When he shifted his gaze, he spotted Yu Jiajia frozen in place, not moving an inch.

Ah, why did she look like she'd been hit with the Sunflower Acupoint Technique? Was the shock too much for her to accept?

Hey, she was practically my newly acknowledged buddy. I couldn't bear to watch her like this. How was I supposed to warn her?

A gold-digging woman who was so eager to marry into wealth was actually easy to expose. You had all just been too careless to examine the details.

All they had to do was investigate the gold digger's communications records to discover that she had an ex-boyfriend she often hooked up with late at night.

It turned out that ex-boyfriend was a gambler. He loved gambling on the dark web, got trapped in it as expected, and racked up a massive debt he had no way of repaying.

When the two of them reached the end of their rope, they set their greedy sights on their classmate, Yu Jiajia.

On the surface, the gold digger visited the Yu Family as Yu Jiajia's best friend. In secret, though, she was batting her eyelashes at an eighty-year-old man.

As everyone knew, men were especially devoted—they always liked pretty young girls in their twenties. Old Master Yu was no exception. He couldn't resist the temptation and took the bait right away. Then, sparks flew.

The ex-boyfriend and the gold digger had originally planned to make a quick score and run, but the money came too easily. Greed took hold, and they actually tried to seize the Yu Family's assets.

So after several nights of hard work, they finally made two lines behind closed doors.

The gold digger lied to Old Master Yu, saying the child was his. Any normal person would have doubts, but the old man had gone muddle-headed with age. He actually thought he was still vigorous in his old age and insisted on giving her a proper status.

Fuck, this was really goddamn melodramatic. Even TV dramas wouldn't dare write something like this, would they?

Yu Jiajia moved again. Where was she rushing off to?

Su Weichuan couldn't hold back and leaned forward, craning his neck higher and higher.

The moment the door closed, Yu Jiajia couldn't wait to launch into it. "Mom, stay calm first. Grandpa absolutely can't marry that little vixen! The child in her belly isn't Grandpa Yu's at all!"

"Listen to me. Go report it to the police first. Say someone committed fraud. And that little vixen's ex-boyfriend—they definitely have hotel records together."

Go back? I'm not going back yet. If I go home, I'll miss so much juicy drama.

The next day, Song Yichuan slowly woke up in the luxurious bed of the seaside villa. He still had no idea that the scoop of justice he had uncovered had already spread throughout the entire elite social circle.

Quite a few rich second-generation heirs had started asking about production plans for the second season of Marriage of the Elite, preparing to scheme their way into the cast early.

For a time, the director's assistant's phone was practically ringing off the hook. Some wanted to add sponsorship money, while others tried to use capital to slip in through the back door. Really, who wouldn't want to witness drama like that in person—especially such valuable drama?

While the production team was overwhelmed, several trending topics suddenly appeared and inexplicably sent the official Weibo account soaring in popularity.

Was a female college student trying to marry an eighty-year-old rich man a moral downfall?

Was demanding money while carrying an ex-boyfriend's child considered fraud?

Overseas gambling was rampant. A campaign to clean up the internet was urgently needed. The director, staring blankly at the monitors, scrolled through the comments one by one, unable to find any connection to the dating show.

He thought the show had been pretty law-abiding. First, it didn't flaunt wealth. Second, it didn't promote gold-digging. Third, it didn't advocate improper values.

Why were people tagging the official Weibo account in this kind of social news?

Could someone be jealous of the show's traffic and secretly reporting them from behind the scenes?

Just as he was lost in speculation, the assistant beside him suddenly grew excited. "Director, the first pair of guests has appeared!"

"Who?" The director looked up.

"Song Yichuan."

The assistant responded, "He's probably hungry and went downstairs to eat."

"My god, he's eating again!"

The director found it unbelievable. It seemed like Song Yichuan had devoured all those skewers last night. Had he digested them all so quickly? Was he some kind of big eater?

The assistant scratched his head and thought for a moment. "Maybe he's still growing."

Then he glanced at Song Yichuan's lean waist and silently added, Who knows where all that food went.

At that moment, two figures were busy in the kitchen. Whenever their bodies crossed paths, there seemed to be an undercurrent of competition.

Hearing footsteps, one of them turned around. "Good morning."

Song Yichuan nodded politely, his gaze landing on those firm abs.

"Ah, I just went swimming and haven't had time to change yet."

As Yan Jinyu spoke, he placed the prepared breakfast on the counter.

"Eat while it's hot."

Song Yichuan lowered his head. The Western-style breakfast looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful. Just one glance was enough to stir anyone's appetite.

Ha!

Handsome, gentle, and able to cook—what kind of perfect boyfriend was this? And that body too. Just looking at it made people drool!

Fu Zhouchi, who had been about to open the refrigerator, let out a cold laugh. As if he was the only one with a good body. And I can cook too, okay?

I'm gentler than Yan Jinyu.

Fu Zhouchi made his movements deliberately exaggerated, clearly trying to draw someone's attention. This time, he got what he wanted.

Peh. What bad luck!

That damn Fu was here too.

A beautiful day had instantly gone half dark.

Yan Jinyu smiled faintly. "How about I bring your breakfast upstairs for you? Is that okay?"

Song Yichuan's eyes lit up. Don't be this considerate. I'll easily start developing feelings for you!

"Hey, let's go."

Yan Jinyu had already picked up the plates. His smug gaze swept over Fu Zhouchi before he walked out of the kitchen.

Once the two disappeared side by side at the stairs, the sound of a plate smashing came from the kitchen. Lu Chen happened to walk in and asked with confusion and concern, "What happened?"

"Speak."

Fu Zhouchi took a deep breath and tried hard to calm his emotions.

Lu Chen heard the oddness in his tone. Lowering his head, he spotted the fried egg and milk, and delight appeared on his face. "Did you make breakfast for me?"

"Thank you. No one has ever—"

Before he could finish his emotional words, Fu Zhouchi took off his apron and tossed it onto a dining chair. "Take your time eating. I'm going back to my room for a shower."

With Song Yichuan gone, he couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore. He strode out of the kitchen on his long legs.

Lu Chen's mouth had not even closed before he saw Fu Zhouchi walk past him without so much as a glance. What was going on?

This was completely different from the loving breakfast I imagined!

It felt like he was just going through the motions. Could Fu Zhouchi be jealous?

When he saw Yan Jinyu leave with Song Yichuan, his face seemed to go completely dark.

Poor Chanchan, getting dragged into this conflict for no reason.

"Hey, look, look! The other pair in the split screen is so sweet!"

Crumbs clung to the corner of Song Yichuan's mouth, and Yan Jinyu helped wipe them away.

"Whoa, his fingertip deliberately lingered there for several seconds!"

"My girlish heart has been unleashed. The male leads in tonight's boys' love novel finally have faces!"