Why Blame Me If They Won't Date?!

Song Yichuan had barely gotten halfway through before he ran to the kitchen refrigerator, yanked it open, and exclaimed, "Oh, sandwiches and milk!"

He poked his head inside and looked around again. Nothing else. Just this. I really miss the morning markets in Northeast China—the golden fried dough sticks, the fresh tofu pudding with lamb soup made with Sanhua Egg-Milk, the sweet and crispy oil-tea cakes, chive-and-egg pies that cost fifty cents each, steaming egg pancakes, sauce flatbreads, fragrant meat-and-egg buns, shumai and baked buns dripping with meat juices... Just thinking about them makes me drool!

Song Yichuan had once staked out a location in Northeast China. By the time filming wrapped, dawn had barely broken and the morning market stalls were already open. The biting cold wind mingled with the warmth of everyday life—anyone who had been there would never forget it.

Of course, the night markets were great too. Those huge meat skewers, that iron-griddle squid... His saliva simply would not stop flowing!

Though the melon-eating crowd was still wondering who the Best Actress and her sugar daddy were, hearing those thoughts suddenly made breakfast seem tasteless. It felt like they had barely eaten, and the cravings in their stomachs began to stir.

Wait, wasn't Sanhua Egg-Milk a food additive? They could just openly put it in soup?

The second-generation heirs, who kept especially strict control over their diets, said they could not understand it. If they got the chance, they would have to try it.

Lu Chen, unable to hear the thoughts, also kept his gaze fixed on Song Yichuan. The resentment in his eyes was so strong it was nearly impossible to hide, almost spilling over.

If it had not been for Song Yichuan, how could he have been thrown out of the Song family?

Though he had been meant to leave sooner or later, it definitely should not have been yesterday.

Damn it. His plans had been completely thrown into chaos.

"Dear guests, the first season of Heartbeat Connection is nearing its end. You may now make your preliminary selections."

A staff member explained the process through a loudspeaker.

"I believe that during last night's meet-the-parents segment, your parents, relatives, and friends formed their own assessments of your CPs. You may take their opinions into account, or remain true to your original intentions."

He paused, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward Song Yichuan, who was still in the kitchen chewing on a sandwich. Didn't he spend all last night stuffing himself with pork belly?

How could he still be this hungry?

"Because marriage is sacred and choices must be made carefully, the first season will not determine the final outcome. There is no need for the guests to feel any psychological pressure. You will have another chance to revise your choices next season."

"You may now make your selections on your phones."

Song Yichuan leisurely took a sip of milk. What's there to choose?

Besides, how could choosing someone be as fun as eating melons?

But the director looks pretty determined. Seems like he won't let us leave unless he gets a couple out of this.

Can't blame him. This is his job, after all.

Then I'll pick whoever looks the most pleasing to the eye. I can always change my mind later.

The second-generation heirs pricked up their ears. Who was the most pleasing to his eye?

Would there be an unexpected upset?

Yan Jinyu?

And he still wanted to change his mind?

Ten minutes later, when the tally appeared on the big monitoring screen, the director immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness. At least one pair had matched.

The livestream comments instantly exploded. "Chuanbao and Brother Yu really picked each other!"

"Hmph, I told you this pair was the sweetest!"

"Wait, Fuzhou City didn't choose Lu Chen? What's going on?"

"Didn't he say yesterday, all tenderly and emotionally, that he wanted to put an end to Lu Chen's past?"

"Meng the Third Young Master and Third-Generation Meng didn't match either."

"Aiya, it was mainly because they failed the meet-the-parents hurdle last night. Father Meng wouldn't let his son choose a mama's boy. The melon-eating sisters had a grand old time, though. They were so busy dealing with Grandpa's ex-girlfriend last night—finding lawyers and gathering evidence. They obviously had no interest in dating!"

"So overall, this dating show is quite the failure."

The director instantly flew into a rage when he saw that. How is it a failure?

You're the failure! Your whole family is a failure!

They refuse to date and spend every day chasing after Song Yichuan to bring him clothes and errands. How is that my fault?

"Hey, Director, don't beat yourself up. Who knows what those rich second-gens have in their heads?"

The assistant hurriedly chimed in, trying to calm his boss down.

"If this time doesn't work, we'll work harder next time. I'll have the planning team arrange the plot properly and try to match more pairs in Season Two."

The director waved his hand.

"Fine, go, go. Don't talk to me. I'm annoyed."

The director's eyes returned to the screen, and he was practically scratching at his ears and cheeks with curiosity. What exactly were those rich second-gens watching?

Did Song Yichuan have flowers growing on his face?

As they each wheeled their suitcases away, Lu Chen spotted his chance and stepped in front of Fu Zhouchi.

"Why didn't you choose me?"

"Give me a reason."

Song Yichuan happened to be passing by and pretended to be casually curious.

"Yeah, yeah, why didn't you choose him?"

I want to know too!

Shouldn't you be rolling around in bed tonight, beginning your shamelessly happy life together?

Could it be that the ex-dog's prostate still isn't better?

The second-generation heirs, who had rushed over at the sound of fresh gossip, snickered. This illness really did make the end of the show beautiful!

Fuck, I rejected everyone, okay!

Why can't I say it out loud?

Are you forcing me to slap my medical records in your faces?

Forget it. I'll prove it next episode. Fuzhou City's face was swollen, and his heart was exhausted.

"I just want more time to get to know you. If I make a decision too quickly, it wouldn't be responsible toward either you or me."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Jinyu. The implication was clear: his feelings were far more cautious than Yan Jinyu's.

Pah!

What kind of scumbag line is that? Isn't he just saying he doesn't want to take things further, but still wants to keep stringing you along?

Men really are men. They always have more excuses than solutions.

The melon-eating sisters silently raised their thumbs. Well said!

Fu Zhouchi was so choked up he could barely breathe. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Do you have any interest in joining Fuji Entertainment?"

"I think you have good potential. You could develop well."

A slap followed by a sweet date. Fu-dog, you really know how to manipulate people. I won't back down no matter what the hell I say!

Fu Zhouchi was speechless.

Lu Chen's eyes lit up, and the gloom from failing to match with anyone vanished from his face.

"Can I really sign with you?"

Fu Zhouchi opened his mouth, about to answer, but Song Yichuan's phone ringtone interrupted him.

"Huh?"

"What audition?"

"Which drama?"

"Raging Sea Massacre has a Best Actress?"

"Which Best Actress?"

"Pan Xiaoyue?"

Holding his phone, Song Yichuan spoke as he walked, completely failing to notice the second-generation heirs following after him.

Isn't that the one exposed this morning? I heard she had a wild fight in a dressing-room wardrobe with the supporting actor from this drama. Doesn't that mean I can eat melons on-site?

"Haha, you really are my dear mom and dad! You understand your son's tastes so well!"

The corners of his lips curled into a delighted smile as he climbed straight into the nanny van.

Behind him, the second-generation heirs hurriedly pulled out their phones. Call the director right now and tell him they wanted to add more investment!

"Yes, yes, any amount is fine, as long as we can visit the set in person!"