What Do You Mean, "Cute"?!

The most beloved melodramatic trope in high society was the true-and-false heiress or young master drama. Mistresses showing up with illegitimate children to demand recognition was even more commonplace.

As fate would have it, Yan Jinyu was part of one such cliché.

Before he turned twenty, he had lived and studied abroad. After twenty, he returned to the Yan Family, acknowledged his ancestry, and became an entry-level employee at Yan Group.

Back then, Yan Siming had been a genuine little brat. At three or four, he had followed Yan Jinyu around and called him a bastard.

Now they knew there was someone else who was the real bastard.

What expression would that little troublemaker, once deemed too precious to lose, wear on his face?

Would he cry and call for his mommy?

Yan Jinyu thought about it and suddenly found herself in an exceptionally good mood.

Her grip around Song Yichuan's arm tightened. She had to admit, his waist was really slim—so slim that one hand seemed enough to hold it.

His skin was unbelievably nice too. Soaked by the seawater, it had a slick, velvety feel. As she slowly rubbed against him, something seemed ready to surge out of her chest, churning wildly with the waves.

Um... relax a little.

Song Yichuan's hesitant voice rang out.

Don't hold me so tight. Move your body with mine.

Could this guy be scared?

Seasick?

The mighty Jade-faced Yama was seasick?

Hahaha, that was kind of cute.

You called this cute?

Yan Jinyu tilted her head and leaned closer, narrowing the distance between them until their skin brushed against each other now and then.

Like this?

Song Yichuan fell speechless.

What was pressing against him?

Pressing against him?

Could it be... Stay, stay, stay away! Song Yichuan's voice trembled slightly. The sailboard beneath their feet was already unsteady, but before he could finish speaking, the sound of an approaching speedboat came from beside them, followed by surging waves.

Fuck!

Song Yichuan shouted in surprise, then he and Yan Jinyu both fell off the surfboard into the sea.

Damn it, rich mutt, you're dead!

On the speeding boat that had raced past them, Lu Chen looked thoughtfully behind him before turning back.

Brother Chi, why did you do that on purpose just now?

I didn't do it on purpose!

Fu Zhouchi cut him off coldly.

After a pause, his attitude softened slightly. "I just pressed the gas too hard. I'll go explain later."

That excuse for his absurd behavior was rather perfunctory and far-fetched, but he could hardly say it was because he had heard Song Yichuan's thoughts, learned that Yan Jinyu was taking advantage of him, and rushed over in a fit of anger.

He had never expected that illegitimate child to be such a pervert. He had deliberately stuck herself to Song Yichuan—completely shameless!

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Over there, the speedboat and surfboard had just had a passionate collision. Over here, the two dating pairs stared eagerly at them, wishing they could stretch out their hands and summon the Gossip King back to their side immediately.

Without Song Yichuan, things were quieter around them, but they felt extremely unsettled. It was like knowing there was a landmine somewhere but having no way to predict when or where it would explode.

Sigh, do you think he'll expose us behind our backs?

As Huo Renjie took off his shirt, he could not help asking, his eyes sneaking glances at the camera.

Meng Qiongqi was applying sunscreen. He was so clumsy that it got all over his hands, with a few drops even landing on the small of Huo Renjie's back as he lay on the sand.

Meng Qiongqi followed the drops with his gaze, and his cheeks inexplicably reddened.

To hide his embarrassment, Meng Qiongqi coughed, then hurriedly added, "If he wants to expose you, does he need your permission?"

How good do you think your relationship is?

Don't forget, you mocked him the moment filming began!

Hearing that, Huo Renjie turned back angrily. "That was because I hadn't seen what he could do! If I'd known his gossip was so accurate, I absolutely wouldn't have—"

At that point, he abruptly changed his tune. "Hey, do you think it's too late to get on good terms with him now?"

Too late!

Meng Qiongqi slapped his lower back. "Lie down and stop moving around!"

Ah, easy! Be gentler!

Huo Renjie let out an involuntary gasp, which was caught by the approaching camera and broadcast straight into the livestream.

The fans instantly went wild.

Oh ho ho, this was what adults were supposed to watch, okay?

Sunshine, beaches, waves, and beautiful love and bodies!

Oh my, oh my! Meng Qiongqi's hand is way too well-behaved!

Lower! Hey, a little lower! Can you do it or not?

If you can't, let me do it!

As a successor of communism who had received red education from childhood and was upright to the core, Meng Qiongqi felt that he had already exercised remarkable restraint.

Yet no matter how deliberately he tried to ignore that milk-white skin, the barely visible curve of Huo Renjie's butt kept swaying before his eyes.

The longer he rubbed, the hotter the weather seemed. His mouth went dry, and he desperately wanted a bottle of icy cold water to soothe his parched throat.

Finally, Meng Qiongqi tossed the sunscreen aside and snapped viciously, "Quit acting like some lord who only knows how to laugh. Rub some on me too."

Fine, I'll do it. Why are you being so fierce?

Huo Renjie's voice inexplicably softened. When he sat up, his expression was a little awkward, as though he were deliberately concealing something. He did not dare meet Meng Qiongqi's eyes.

D-Did I see that right?

Why are sparks of romance flying already?

Director, you really know your stuff when it comes to promoting relationships.

Where are the gossip girls?

I really want to see how those two are progressing. Even without a romance plot, their sisterhood would be fun to watch too!

Hearing that behind the monitors, the director hurriedly grabbed his walkie-talkie.

Xiao Luo, hurry over to Jiajia and Weiwei's side. Satisfy the fans' demands in time!

As the camera operator, Xiao Luo hoisted his camera and was about to run off.

The two in the cold-drinks room remained oblivious, still whispering to each other.

Weiwei, did your dad call you again?

What exactly does he want?

Is he really insisting that you marry that sissy?

Yu Jiajia asked indignantly as she crushed ice.

Chen Qiwei sighed faintly. "My dad said that if there's still no progress from this dating event, he'll arrange an engagement for me."

Upon hearing that, Yu Jiajia slammed down the metal basin. "What era is this? They're still arranging marriages?"

Sister Weiwei, with your work ability, you could absolutely take over the family business. Why do you have to find a man?

Chen Qiwei sneered. "Old-fashioned thinking. They think girls can't hold onto the family fortune."

But just as Yu Jiajia was about to say more, a head suddenly popped up at the cold-drinks window. "Bro, get some ice water ready."

Yu Jiajia turned around and saw Song Yichuan smiling at her. The gloom on her face instantly vanished.

Got it! Just wait!

Chen Qiwei turned around as well. "Hmph, done surfing already?"

Song Yichuan gave a sound of acknowledgment, looking displeased. "Got ambushed by that rich mutt."

There'll be a chance. I have to get even!

Wait, did I just hear someone was being forced into marriage? Was it Chen Qiwei?

Isn't she a strong career woman? Even she gets pushed around?

Let me see what's going on!

Just as that thought crossed his mind, Song Yichuan suddenly sensed something. He whipped around and jumped in fright!

Huh? Huh?

Fuck, when did this bunch get here?