What Is That Place For?

Episode 44. Song Yichuan had long heard that colorectal specialists had all the juiciest gossip, where all sorts of bizarre cases could be found—basically gynecology for men.

But this was his first time witnessing such an explicit melon being cut open, and he was left dumbfounded by the uses a certain special place could be put to.

Holy crap, you can do that?

Damn, that works too well!

Huh? It really doesn't hurt?

Oh ho, now that's a true warrior!

Never mind the person involved—even his own younger sister was blushing furiously from what she heard.

When she looked at her older brother, she could not help cursing inwardly, You'd be better off changing girlfriends as often as Grandpa does. Keep messing around like this and you'll end up killing yourself.

Yu Zhenyu had gone completely pale. No matter who called out to him, he ignored them all and bolted out of the filming set.

Song Yichuan's inner voice did not stop, following him all the way.

Oh, he can still run and jump, so his body should be fine. Better off than someone who just had prostate surgery.

For God's sake, don't beat around the bush with this stray-bullet roast. Thanks a lot!

Ah, it's just a little loose. What did the doctor ask last time?

Right. He asked Yu Zhenyu what that place was used for.

Hahaha, it has so many uses, I don't even know where to begin.

Hahaha, let me laugh a little longer.

Even after Yu Zhenyu got into his private car, Song Yichuan's devilish laughter still echoed in his ears. He rubbed his temples hard, trying to drive away the irritation.

The driver in front suddenly asked, "President Yu, where are we going now?"

"To the hospital."

Yu Zhenyu's voice was hoarse.

The driver froze. "President Yu, did you put something into... that place?"

He did not dare finish the question, because Yu Zhenyu suddenly looked up and glared at him. Losing control, he blurted out, "Could I still leave the house if I had something stuck in there?"

"I'm going to delete my hospital records. If someone finds them and exposes them online, I'll be even more fucking unable to explain myself!"

"Okay, I understand."

The young driver turned back around and started the engine. Those famous eyes secretly watched him through the rearview mirror. His lips moved several times before he finally seemed to make up his mind. "Um, President Yu, I'm actually pretty useful too. If you need me, I'm willing."

"You—" Yu Zhenyu glared at him, his face turning red from anger. "What nonsense are you talking about? Just drive!"

"Yes, President Yu!"

The young driver's expression fell as he refocused on driving, completely failing to notice that the color on the CEO's face had spread all the way to his ears.

Am I the kind of person so sexually frustrated that I can use just anything?

This is ridiculous!

Yu Zhenyu cursed twice in his heart, but his gaze still drifted toward the front.

He secretly examined the young driver. The man had followed him for three years, and he had both looks and a good body. More importantly, he kept his mouth shut and had never leaked a word.

If I really used him, it wouldn't be impossible. He might even be quite suitable. Why hadn't I thought of it before?

Just moments ago, Yu Zhenyu's mind had been filled with the embarrassment of being exposed, but now it suddenly vanished without a trace.

His mind was completely occupied by another thought. Pan Xiaoyue, who had hidden in a private club, had not dared turn on her phone. It was almost seven in the evening before she tossed it to her assistant.

"Check it for me. If it's Yu Zhenyu, hang up immediately."

The assistant caught it and asked, "What if it's a young stud?"

"Then... then set a time."

Pan Xiaoyue thought about it before answering with a serious expression.

The assistant was speechless. "At a time like this, you still want meat? Must be nice to have money."

A minute later, the phone turned on and its startup music played. No calls came through, but a flood of private messages crackled in one after another, filling the screen like bamboo shoots after rain.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Pan Xiaoyue leaned over. One look, and she could not help reading aloud.

"I heard you got cuckolded by two eels?"

"What eels?"

"I ate Japanese food yesterday. You all knew about that?"

Pan Xiaoyue was full of question marks.

Muttering to herself, she snatched the phone over and opened the message. Once she read the details, she nearly threw up.

"Fuck, why is Yu Zhenyu so disgusting?"

"Wh-what the hell is going on with him?"

After a brief moment of psychological discomfort, Pan Xiaoyue's eyes began to shine. She carefully savored every message sent by her best friend.

Who knew how long passed before she could not help sighing inwardly, So this is the joy of eating melons!

And so, early the next morning, Pan Xiaoyue could be seen swaggering through the filming set of Raging Sea Massacre with her assistant.

"Oh, Director Wang, your face is swollen. Want me to find you some ice for it?"

Pan Xiaoyue's attitude was arrogant, her expression disdainful.

Seeing that he was still refusing to change his ways, Wang Wei immediately flew into a rage.

"Teacher Han, don't go too far!"

"I'm going too far?"

Pan Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes. She suddenly leaned close to Wang Wei's ear and lowered her voice. "I heard you like Number 38 too?"

At those words, Wang Wei's expression changed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"One hundred thousand a night. That's the standard listed price."

Pan Xiaoyue sneered. "But I asked yesterday. Special services cost extra, such as welcoming Teacher Pan back."

Wang Wei suddenly shouted and took the lead in applauding. "Teacher Pan's acting skills are obvious to all. Everyone must learn from her! Whoever dares disrespect Teacher Pan or make her angry, I, Wang Wei, will be the first to let them off!"

"You're the director?"

The staff spoke in unison.

Pan Xiaoyue smugly curled her lips and patted Wang Wei's shoulder with a seductive posture. "Mm, Director Wang, that's more like it. Be good."

Wang Wei's teeth itched with fury at the threat, yet his face wore a fawning smile. He supported Pan Xiaoyue's arm with both hands. "Oh, Teacher Pan, please watch your step."

The nearby staff were utterly confused. What was going on?

Not long after, Song Yichuan walked onto the set with a fried dough stick in his mouth and waved. "Morning, everyone!"

Before he could finish speaking, a curvy figure suddenly darted out. "Good morning, little Yichuan!"

Teacher Pan's sudden enthusiasm left Song Yichuan a little unable to handle it.

Pan Xiaoyue parted her flame-red lips and eyed the fried dough stick in Song Yichuan's mouth. "Eating only that isn't healthy. Try the bird's nest soup I stewed myself."

She shoved the insulated lunch box into Song Yichuan's arms without explanation, not even giving him the chance to question whether it was poisoned.

The staff were once again left gaping. What was going on this time?

Before they could figure out the situation, several figures appeared at the entrance to the set, carrying small stools as they walked in. They sat down in a row by the wall. After only a moment, the representative of the big shots raised a hand. "Don't mind us. We're just visiting the set." The staff were completely dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?

This was getting more and more fucking bizarre!