Kill the Love-Brained for Me

Episode Three. Although Song Xiaonan had confirmed that she could hear her oddball brother's oddball thoughts, she still doubted whether they were true.

Who was Lu Chen?

They had grown up together as childhood sweethearts. Though their statuses differed, her father and mother treated him as one of their own. He might not have been spoiled rotten, but he had never lacked fine clothes or good food, and they had always given him plenty of emotional support.

If he could still repay kindness with betrayal after all that, Song Xiaonan would livestream herself eating—well, forget it. No need to tempt fate with a flag like that. It was absolutely impossible anyway.

In just one minute, her inner drama had reached its perfect conclusion.

Song Xiaonan stepped in front of Lu Chen, glaring at Song Yichuan with open hostility. "I'm warning you, don't try anything. If you target Brother Lu Chen, I'll never let you get away with it."

Song Yichuan gave her a casual glance. "I'm just going downstairs for breakfast. Do you need to get this worked up?"

Before he had even finished speaking, he slipped one hand into his pocket and strolled into the dining room on his own.

The silent Lu Chen watched that remarkably leisurely figure leave. A thoughtful look flickered across his gentle, composed face.

"Brother Lu Chen, don't pay attention to him."

Song Xiaonan pointed at her head. "There's something wrong with him up here. I seriously don't get why Mom and Dad brought him back. He's dragging down the Song family's standards."

Lu Chen withdrew his gaze, a slight smile curling his lips. "I think Yichuan is a decent person. He's just a little quiet. I don't know what he did to upset you."

"He's quiet?"

Song Xiaonan made an exaggerated expression. "He called me a b—"

"What?"

Lu Chen tilted his head and leaned closer to listen.

Song Xiaonan grew anxious. "Ugh, a b—! Damn it, why can't I say it?"

And why couldn't Brother Lu Chen hear it?

Did Mind Reading only work on certain people?

Her already limited CPU began burning at top speed, but Song Xiaonan still could not make sense of it.

Then the Song couple came downstairs. The moment they saw their biological daughter clinging to Lu Chen's arm, their expressions darkened.

"Nannan, can't you have a little restraint? Let go of him. You're not even dating."

Song Deyi spoke first, his face stern.

Qin Shuyuan immediately followed up. "You were young before, so I assumed you didn't know any better. Now you're old enough to talk marriage. Stop clinging to your Brother Lu Chen."

That wretched girl had always been spoiled and willful, and that was bad enough. But her petty, shameful thoughts from last night had actually been exposed and spread through the entire elite circle. She had humiliated the family beyond measure.

It was not that they looked down on the housekeeper's son for his lowly background. The main issue was that anyone with eyes could see Lu Chen had no interest in her at all. Continuing to pester him would only make people dislike her. She would be better off giving up sooner.

The couple had previously held out hope, thinking their biological daughter was only interested for three minutes and would turn back once she hit a wall, so they had not bothered interfering.

But things were different now. If they continued indulging her, she might become the laughingstock of the top financial circles.

"You'll start school immediately. There's no need to wait for the holidays to end."

Song Deyi issued the order coldly.

Song Xiaonan's eyes widened. "Why? You're my dad!"

Song Deyi's eyes bulged as he prepared to say more, but an indifferent voice drifting from the dining room interrupted him.

The couple suddenly got their brains back. In troubled times, kill the love-brained first. Hurry up and send her away before she becomes an eyesore.

"Song Yichuan, you b—" Song Xiaonan went numb. I'm fucking done. Does this guy know magic or something? Otherwise, why can't I get a single word out?

At ten in the morning, several luxury cars were already parked downstairs outside the hotel where the variety show was assembling. Bodyguards and assistants filed through the revolving doors.

Song Yichuan gazed lazily outside through the car window. A crowd of fans holding light signs screamed and shouted, their hysterical tears making it seem as though he had arrived at some A-list celebrity red-carpet event.

It was no wonder the scene was so lively. Marriage of the Elite had gone viral before it had even aired.

Backed by capital, its marketing campaign was everywhere, and the discussion heat kept climbing without the slightest sign of declining.

The trailer had even directly promoted itself as a show that would crush every variety program in the same time slot.

The show gathered several heirs of top conglomerates and called itself the strongest dating variety show in history.

Once a marriage alliance succeeded, viewers in front of their screens would witness the creation of a business empire.

To ensure ratings for this high-end dating show, the director had truly spared no expense in selecting guests.

He had invited the Capital Four Young Masters, who overshadowed all their peers, as the first lineup. The moment they appeared on the official social media account, socialites from every circle swarmed in. The unprecedented scramble for spots drew countless eyes, leaving netizens waiting in front of the livestream.

"Yichuan, don't overthink it. It's fine if you don't find someone suitable. Joining the show is just a chance to make yourself known."

Worried that his son might be too nervous, Song Deyi spoke to comfort him.

From the back seat, Lu Chen smiled. "Uncle Song, don't worry. I'll definitely help Yichuan become the most popular male guest."

Song Deyi nodded slightly and opened his mouth to speak, only for Song Yichuan to beat him to it again.

Fuck, I hate this kind of hypocritical white-eyed wolf the most. If you don't rush in first to steal the spotlight later, I'll rip off my own head and let you use it as a ball!

Song Deyi was speechless. Rip off your head and kick it like a ball? You're this violent toward yourself too? Why bother?

Besides, Lu Chen could not be that bad. Song Deyi had watched him grow up. How could he be as two-faced as Song Yichuan claimed?

Song Deyi looked out the window, wanting to speak but holding back. Two equally tall, straight figures were pulling suitcases toward the hotel.

Clearly, the variety show livestream had already begun. The cameraman turned the camera toward the two of them.

Almost at the same time, Lu Chen suddenly stumbled without warning. His center of gravity lurched forward uncontrollably, and he completely blocked Song Yichuan's face.

"Drive."

When Song Deyi withdrew his gaze, his voice had turned colder.

The driver froze for several seconds before starting the engine. The Maybach slowly pulled away.

Song Deyi's expression grew darker. It seemed he did not understand Lu Chen well enough.

After they entered the geometric lobby, Lu Chen turned and apologized.

"Uh, sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

Song Yichuan said nothing. His eyes were full of mockery, as if they were saying, I've seen through your little trick.

Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, someone nearby cut in.

"He only blocked the camera. Does he really need to apologize for that?"

Song Yichuan turned and saw a young man dressed in exquisite custom-made clothing, his face full of arrogance.

"Who?"

Let me see which scallion crawled out from under a rock.

Ah, it's Huo Renjie, third among the young masters. There's even some juicy gossip here!

Huo Renjie's face immediately turned livid. He raised his hand, ready to charge over, but it was already too late. That infuriating inner voice had sounded in his mind.

Oh, a mama's boy. He was still being fed this morning. Hahaha, and he came to a dating show?

"Excuse me, have you been weaned yet?"