Is Song Yichuan the Assembly Bugler?

What was going on in Episode 28?

They even tossed aside the sunscreen oil to chase after Song Yichuan. And that vice president driving the speedboat—he stepped into a sandpit and nearly twisted his ankle, yet he did not even stop to check. Was this really a dating show?

It looked more like military training.

Song Yichuan had just blown the assembly whistle. Was the production crew not going to do anything about it?

How could people date with absolutely no sense of organization or discipline?

Forget the fans being on the verge of collapse—even the director ripped off his sun hat and hurled it onto the beach, tilting his head back as he let out a quiet roar.

Sigh, what exactly are you people trying to do?

The assistant beside him tugged at his sleeve. Director, do not make any big movements. What if you upset the guests and another one quits?

The five million yuan penalty was nothing to them. Being rich really was something!

The director sat back down indignantly, his expression looking completely calm already.

Sigh, keep filming!

Damn it, being rich really was something. At least they could terminate their contracts whenever they wanted!

At that moment, the open cold-drink room window was packed with heads as Qu Bing returned with water.

Yu Jiajia was stunned at the sight. "What are you all doing?"

After asking, she felt a little foolish. What else could they be doing?

Of course, they were crowding around the King of Gossip to enjoy the gossip!

Song Yichuan took the cup of water and cleared his throat. "Everyone, make a little room. If you squeeze any farther forward, your ears will be pressed against my face."

As second-generation tycoons, did they not have even a shred of restraint?

Now that his inner thoughts had put it so plainly, who could refuse to make room?

So, everyone reluctantly stepped back half a pace, opening up a narrow path.

Song Yichuan glanced ahead. As he squeezed through, he consoled himself, Fine. None of them have it easy. Who would not want a sip of ice water after baking under the summer sun at the beach?

Oh, right, I have not finished reading that gossip yet. Let me take a good look.

They had finally gotten back on track. The second-generation tycoons all craned their necks.

Oh, my god!

What era was this? How could such a thing still happen?

Their biological daughter was so capable, yet they still favored sons over daughters?

They could not produce a son themselves, so they wanted to find a son-in-law to inherit the family fortune?

In this day and age, whether someone had a dick did not matter at all, okay?

They were in such a hurry to marry off their own daughter?

Were they not afraid she would be deceived?

Wait, they were scouting him out?

That son-in-law was a con artist! He had just escaped from Northern Myanmar, disguised himself as a down-and-out aristocrat, and fooled you all completely!

Thinking this, Song Yichuan instinctively turned to look at Chen Qiwei.

Sister Wei, you have to hold firm. Do not jump into the fire pit. Those bastards in Northern Myanmar would dare to do anything!

Chen Qiwei said nothing, but her eyes suddenly reddened. The next second, she was about to nod hard when Yu Jiajia secretly pinched her.

Song Yichuan froze slightly. Did she somehow understand my look? Was it really that expressive?

I admire myself so much!

The morning date segment ended, but Chen Qiwei was nowhere to be seen at lunch.

Song Yichuan had originally been a little worried, but when he saw her best friend eating with great relish and utterly unaffected, he felt his concern was somewhat unnecessary.

After all, she was a socialite who had clawed her way up through the elite circle. Could she really be forced into marriage and scammed?

Rather than meddle in other people's business, he might as well stuff down more food and think about how to make things difficult for those two bastard male leads.

"I'll say it again: he's a fraud!"

"Believe it or not, the police will come arrest him soon enough."

Chen Qiwei took a deep breath, her attitude exceptionally resolute. "Also, I'm withdrawing from Chen Corporation's management. Since you distrust me so much, go find professional managers. From now on, Chen Corporation has nothing to do with me!"

The person on the other end was clearly utterly shocked. After a long pause, they finally snapped, "Chen Qiwei, if you dare, do not ever expect the Chen family to help you again for the rest of your life!"

A mocking curve lifted at Chen Qiwei's lips. "Dad, do you think words like that can threaten me?"

"What you should be considering now is how Chen Corporation will keep making a profit without Chen Qiwei."

After saying that, she directly hung up, deleted the number, and blocked it in one smooth sequence.

The longer she had been suppressed, the fiercer her resistance became.

Who would talk about marriage and having children while their career was on the rise?

Men would only slow down a woman's money-making.

If her biological father had not forced her to sign up, Chen Qiwei would never have joined this variety show. She would only have considered it a waste of time.

But now, her thoughts had changed.

Meeting Song Yichuan on the show was the only thing Chen Qiwei found interesting in life besides her career. For now, she did not want to quit.

After lunch, Song Yichuan was slumped on the sofa, burping contentedly, when he suddenly came across several trending topics: "Northern Myanmar scammer arrested at tycoon's home," "Tycoon's daughter nearly scammed into marriage," "Chen Qiwei withdraws from Chen Corporation management," and "Chen Qiwei, founder of a well-known women's brand." Something felt off, so he checked the comments. A pattern summarized by a netizen caught his attention: "Recently, the guests on Marriage of the Elite have had so much gossip. Something gets exposed almost every day. What is going on?"

"Is the production crew deliberately generating traffic?"

"Mm, it is indeed quite a coincidence, but probably not for traffic. There are quite a few scandals too, and the show could easily get dragged into them."

"The director of Marriage of the Elite is famously timid. He probably would not dare."

"Speaking of which, Song Yichuan, who often gets cursed onto the trending list, has been much steadier since joining this show. Other than him, everyone else seems to have gossip."

Hm?

Song Yichuan was confused as well. Yeah, something really is wrong. Could it be... The second-generation tycoons around him held their breath and pricked up their ears, waiting for the next sentence. ...I have no gossip. I'm going to become popular again!

But whether I become popular or not does not matter. I only want to eat gossip.

Just as he thought that, a deep, magnetic voice sounded beside him.

Song Yichuan turned and froze. "Brother Yu, where did you get the cantaloupe?"

"The production crew just bought it."

Yan Jinyu carried a fruit platter and squeezed in beside Song Yichuan.

"Do you like it?"

Their thin summer clothes let the warmth of Yan Jinyu's skin seep through, instantly reminding Song Yichuan of what had happened on the surfboard. His cheeks could not help turning red.

"I-It's okay, I guess?"

"Hmph, I like all kinds of melon."

He added silently.

Not far away, Fu Zhouchi, who was also cutting fruit, ground his teeth hard, as though he were crushing someone's skull.

Lu Chen slowly approached. "Brother Chi, is that for me?"

"Mm." Fu Zhouchi pushed the dragon fruit toward him and absentmindedly blurted out, "It's for you, Chen-baby."

Lu Chen had just curled his lips and reached out to take it when he froze at the last two words. He raised his face in disbelief. "Brother Chi, what did you say?"