Not Even Slightly Alike—They Had Absolutely Nothing to Do with Each Other!

Yan Siming had been pampered since childhood, raised like the center of the universe. He had never made such a fool of himself in front of so many people.

It would have been one thing if they were all relatives, but that bastard Yan Yan was there too, along with that hateful Gossip King. If not for his older brother, how could he possibly have been driven away?

Covering his face, Yan Siming thought of this, his eyes filling with intense hatred as he viciously glared at Song Yichuan, who kept stuffing himself. The latter seemed to sense it.

Yang Zhuang happened to turn around. "Oh, you still dare glare at people? Looks like you weren't beaten hard enough. Back in Northeast China, disobedient boys got hung from trees and carried away."

Yan Siming's pupils dilated.

"That's domestic violence! Child abuse is against the law!"

Song Yichuan's gaze shifted and landed on Yan Qudong's face. This brat refuses to be disciplined. The pressure's on you now—let's see how you handle it!

With so many eyes fixed on him, Yan Qudong had no choice but to raise his hand. Yan Siming, already on the verge of collapse, cried, "Dad, you're really going to listen to him?"

Seeing the slap about to fall and realizing his right cheek might swell up too, he turned and bolted.

"I won't let any of you off!"

After throwing down that threat, Yan Siming stomped back to his bedroom and slammed the door. He had no intention of coming out again.

His phone happened to ring. He anxiously swiped to answer it. "Spit it out if you've got something to say!"

Hearing his tone, Wang Quanfu immediately became cautious. "Boss, don't tell me things didn't go well?"

"Hmph, you underestimate me!"

Yan Siming rubbed his swollen cheek. "I cursed Song Yichuan so hard he didn't dare make a sound."

"That awesome?"

Wang Quanfu grew admiring. "I heard he's practically divine, that nobody can afford to offend him. Whoever messes with him ends up with gossip about themselves. Guess he's nothing special."

Yan Siming's voice sounded a little weak. After brushing him off with a few words, he hung up.

Actually, Aunt Yan Quxue was the helper he had called in. As the eldest daughter of a powerful family, she was formidable. Even the socialites of the wealthy elite had to give her some leeway. Taking down some down-and-out young master who had just been brought back into the family should have been effortless.

Yan Siming had originally been brimming with confidence—until an ambulance pulled into the villa courtyard.

Good heavens, how angry did she have to be to get so furious that she fainted?

Could she really have been cheated out of both money and her body by a man?

The more he thought about it, the more despairing he became. The image of his aunt as proud and aloof gradually began to crumble in his mind.

In the dining room, filming for the dating show was in full swing. Song Yichuan had an astonishing appetite, and his inner monologue chattered nonstop while his chopsticks never once stopped moving.

Yan Qudong smiled as he picked up food for him and made awkward conversation. "Heh heh, Chuan is quite the conversationalist. Treat this place like your own home from now on. If Jinyu bullies you, come find me. I'll help you teach him a lesson."

Conversationalist my ass. How many words has Song Yichuan said since he walked in?

I can count them on one hand. It's so strange. He's just quietly eating without saying a thing, yet the Tian family keeps staring at him without blinking, like they're eavesdropping on something.

Most unbelievable of all, Brother Yu seems like a worm in Chuanbao's stomach. He can predict which dish Chuanbao wants before he even reaches for it. Did he do his homework in advance?

I want a thoughtful boyfriend like that too.

Seeing that Song Yichuan did not respond, Yan Qudong signaled Yan Jinyu with his eyes. "Jinyu, say something too. You can't join the show for nothing. You still need to date properly."

The implication was clear: don't let the meat already at your mouth get away.

Yan Jinyu tugged at the corner of his mouth. "No need to worry. I know what I'm doing." His consistently lukewarm attitude was what Yan Qudong found most irritating, as if it were constantly reminding him that he had failed in his duty as a father.

"Uh, if that's the case, then I won't say any more."

Yan Qudong's expression cooled as well.

The dining room fell into an eerie silence again. In the corner, his little niece was racking her brains for a topic, trying to guide Song Yichuan into spilling gossip, when a commotion suddenly came from the entrance, interrupting her train of thought.

"Get out of my way! Keep blocking me, and I'll make you regret it!"

"Young Master, you really can't go in."

"Uh, the master ordered that there are distinguished guests tonight."

"The people I'm looking for are the distinguished guests! That bastard is playing tricks on me!"

As if he could. Yan Qudong knew who it was the moment he heard the voice. His face immediately darkened, and he rose to head outside. Before he could take a step, though, he heard whispers behind him.

"Why aren't we following?"

"Yeah, if we don't film this now, when will we?"

"A chance to witness juicy gossip from a wealthy family firsthand doesn't come around often!"

"Is... is that really okay?"

"What's wrong with it? If we get it on camera, we profit. We might even get promoted!"

"Ah, I'm going to get the cameraman."

"Damn it, at least do it behind my back! This is my family's gossip you're reporting!"

Yan Qudong looked at the cameraman following behind him, speechless. Before he could react further, Yan Tiancheng burst into the shot and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Dad, you actually believed Yan Jinyu's nonsense?"

"So what if the test results came out?"

"Maybe he forged them!"

"I'm your biological son! We look exactly alike! Can't you see that?"

Yan Qudong opened his mouth to call for security, but someone behind him beat him to it. "Zoom in for a close-up. Film Yan Tiancheng, then film Yan Qudong, so the viewers can compare them."

The cameraman immediately complied, swiftly switching angles. In the gap, he gave Song Yichuan a thumbs-up. Mm, professional!

"Wow, Chuanbao understands us so well. He knows exactly what we want to see. Here, have a huge heart!"

"Holy crap, you don't realize it until you look. It's not that they're only slightly unlike—they have absolutely nothing to do with each other!"

"Hmph!"

"This Yan Tiancheng is hilarious. Does he never look in a mirror?"

"One has a high nose bridge, the other a flat one. One has a square face, the other a pointed face. How are they even related?"

"Uh, see? Rumors don't arise from nowhere."

Faced with the outrageous teamwork of Song Yichuan and the cameraman, Yan Qudong felt his chest tighten, as though he were about to have a heart attack.

He took a deep breath before roaring, "Where the hell is security?"

"Throw this person out!"

"Dad, are you really going to turn your back on me so ruthlessly?"

Yan Tiancheng's hair was disheveled, his face covered in stubble, and he looked utterly bedraggled. He still refused to believe the truth.

"I-I'm your most beloved son!"

Hearing that, Yan Qudong grew even angrier. He had wasted so much time and effort raising someone else's son for nothing!

Hearing those words now only made him feel even more humiliated.

"Don't call me Dad!"

The fury in Yan Qudong's heart burned away all reason.

"The driver your mother slept around with is your father!"

Yan Tiancheng saw that the once-loving father now looked at him with hatred, gritting his teeth as if he wished Yan Tiancheng dead.

His final hope had finally been shattered.

"Fine, fine, Yan Qudong. Since you're heartless, don't blame me for being cruel."

The moment he said that, Song Yichuan's inner voice rang out at just the right time.

Is he about to use his ultimate move?

Yan Qudong has something on this guy that can be used against him? Let me see!

Hearing this, Yan Qudong, who had not feared the threat at all, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.