What I Deserved After Guarding My Chastity for Twenty Years!

Song Xiaonan had never expected that even after escaping abroad, he could still be dragged into the turbulent scandals of wealthy families back home. He was so stunned after hanging up that he failed to react for quite a while.

He muttered to himself as he sorted through his thoughts. "The one who cursed me just now was Yan Siming. He said no one in the Song family was any good, that we're nothing but loudmouths who spread gossip."

"Heh, has that little brat gotten tired of living?"

Once he finally understood the situation, Song Xiaonan immediately called back. "Hello!"

But the other side had directly turned off their phone. The call could not be connected.

"Fuck, who taught that little brat how to piss people off so well?!"

A thousand pounds of fury surged into Song Jia's heart. He suddenly remembered the culprit and switched targets without another word. Yet within a minute, not only did he get cursed out again, but the call was hung up on him once more.

In all his years, he had never suffered such humiliation. What had his parents been thinking, bringing such a menace home?!

The more Song Xiaonan thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. If I don't drive the King of Gossip out of this house, I won't be Song Xiaonan!

As he swore to himself, he booked a return flight, ready to charge back in a blaze of fury.

After turning off his phone, Song Yichuan went back to sleep. He only slowly woke when a staff member knocked on his door.

"Brother Chuan, the heart-flutter candidate segment is about to begin again. Are you ready?"

"Not yet!"

Song Yichuan propped himself up on the bed with one hand.

"Wait for me to get dressed!"

He lazily stretched, rubbed his hair, then planted his two long legs on the floor and got out of bed.

The moment he stood up, the split-screen camera in the bedroom immediately swung toward him, perfectly capturing his half-bare inverted triangle figure.

Near evening, the dim lighting made his slim, narrow waist look smooth and subtly defined. It carried an indescribably seductive allure that made people want to dive right through the screen.

"Fuck, my nosebleed's already spraying. What do I do?"

"Nobody stop me! This is what I deserve after guarding my chastity for twenty years! Sister Chuanbao didn't vote for you for nothing!"

"Damn, I finally understand why the first episode of this dating show was set by the sea. Who the hell could withstand this?!"

Song Yichuan failed to notice the camera behind him. He pulled on a short-sleeved shirt and headed outside.

The fans were unhappy again.

"You got dressed so fast. Are you scared I'll get a good look?"

The director in front of the monitor looked puzzled and turned to ask his assistant, "So, does Song Yichuan's type lean male or female?"

"Both!"

The assistant's eyes gleamed.

The director turned and glared at him. "What, are you about to wipe out nine generations of a clan?"

"Wait, nine generations?"

His mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and a brilliant idea emerged.

"Before the first season ends, we should do something big."

"Uh?"

"How big?"

"Director, you're not going to play yourself into it, are you?"

Before dinner at five, the guests sat upright in the dining room. Ignoring the fact that Song Yichuan was starving, the staff member kept rambling into a microphone.

"Everyone knows that, in order to accommodate your busy schedules, the first season of our variety show only lasts five days. Completing a romantic match within such a short time is practically impossible, so in order to ensure efficiency, the director has put a great deal of thought into this."

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

Song Yichuan raised his hand to interrupt. The staff member looked slightly awkward. "Brother Chuan, wait a moment. I'm almost done."

"Can't you talk while we eat?"

Song Yichuan asked again. The director behind the monitor was utterly speechless. Will you die if you eat a little later?!

He cursed under his breath, grabbed his walkie-talkie, and said, "Get to the point!"

Receiving the signal, the staff member sped up. "To save time, the heart-flutter candidate segment will be omitted. Yesterday's pairings will be used directly."

"Tonight, each CP will go home to meet the parents. You may set off immediately!"

The second-generation tycoons were covered in question marks. "Is this show so broke?"

"They're even trying to save money on the last meal!"

"Wait, we're meeting the parents already? His family's a complete mess. Doesn't he know?"

"Sigh, it seems he really doesn't."

The filming site immediately descended into chaos.

"If I go to your house, won't your dad kill me?!"

Huo Renjie was the first to shout. "Whoever wants to listen to red revolutionary education can go. I'm not going."

Meng Qiongqi sneered. "Then should we go to your house and watch your mom feed you?"

Huo Renjie clamped a hand tightly over his mouth, making sure nothing leaked out.

The next second, he resigned himself to it. "Fine, I'll go visit Uncle, okay?"

Just as that pair reached an agreement, the gossiping sisters were already walking hand in hand toward the door.

"Sister Wei, I'll take you to see my grandpa's ex-girlfriend." Yu Jiajia's voice was cloyingly sweet. "We can't see her in person, but there are pictures."

Chen Qiwei nodded. "Okay. That leaves two pairs."

Lu Chen had just come downstairs, clearly not yet willing to give up.

Fu Zhouchi looked over with an eager smile. "Brother Chi, we-we can go to your house—"

Fu Zhouchi cut him off.

Lu Chen froze. "M-my house?"

Song Yichuan, who brushed past them, thought, His mom lives at my house. How does he have a house of his own?!

"What?"

Does this rich bastard want to see just how miserable his crush's life is, then take the chance to get revenge?

Fu Zhouchi curled his lips, pretending not to hear his thoughts. Taking Lu Chen's hand, he said, "Only by understanding your past can we create a better future."

"Ugh, you're disgusting me to death!"

Song Yichuan rolled his eyes and walked over to Yan Jinyu. "Are we going to your house or mine?"

"Of course—" Yan Jinyu deliberately slowed his speech. Catching Fu Zhouchi's probing gaze from the corner of his eye, a flash of mischief crossed his face. "Come home with me. I want to introduce you to every member of my family."

Song Yichuan froze slightly. Oh my god. You've got some nerve. Your family's such a mess, and you still dare invite me over as a guest!

For the sake of that bragging spirit of yours, I'm definitely going to dig up some huge gossip at your house!

Seeing Fu Zhouchi's darkened expression, Yan Jinyu took Song Yichuan's hand. "Let's go!"

Before stepping out of the villa, he deliberately looked back and provoked him with his eyes, as if saying, Hmph. Try fighting me again in your next life!

Fu Zhouchi stood where he was, his fists clenching involuntarily.

He felt deeply annoyed. He had thought that with the Yan Family embroiled in scandal, Yan Jinyu would avoid suspicion and choose to go to the Song family. He had never expected this illegitimate son, who could not be presented in polite society, to gamble on danger for wealth.

"Damn it, what a deep scheme!"

"Brother Chi, aren't we leaving?"

Lu Chen's question interrupted Fu Zhouchi's thoughts. His earlier affectionate expression suddenly vanished, replaced by a listless look.

"Let's go. The sooner we go, the sooner we return. There's no gossip here anyway!"

Time became slow and boring.

Once seated in the back row, Fu Zhouchi lazily glanced at Lu Chen. An uncontrollable thought slipped into his mind. How wonderful would it be if Song Yichuan were the one with me?