Be Good! Let's Find Something Normal to Play With!

As one of the people involved, Wang Wei was completely unaware that he had been exposed. He only felt that the looks directed at him were utterly strange—surprise one moment, contempt the next, then sympathy.

Wang Wei could understand the surprise and contempt. After all, the lofty circles of the wealthy often looked at poor people that way. Back when he had been seeking investments, he had gotten plenty of those dirty looks.

But what was with the sympathy?

Did rich second-generation heirs even have such a thing?

And who were they sympathizing with?

Unable to figure it out, Wang Wei simply waved a hand. Everyone got moving, hoping to finish filming earlier and wrap for the day.

He walked away on his own, while Pan Xiaoyue, standing in front of Song Yichuan, was about to burst. Oh my god, she really wanted to censor the whole school!

Wang Dao had spent 100,000 for one night at Mengnan Club No. 38, while back then, someone had slept with him for 500 a night. Oh ho, how was that any different from getting it for free?

If the keywords had not been censored, Pan Xiaoyue would definitely have mocked Director Wang viciously to avenge his shameless reporting.

But come to think of it, Yu Zhenyu was even worse. If he did not like women, why did he keep a mistress? Every time he fiddled around for less than two minutes, and she had thought her charm was not enough. Turns out she could not compete with two eels. Damn it, she would not even want to eat Japanese food anymore. She was traumatized.

After mentally spitting out a few curses, Pan Xiaoyue swayed her hips toward the makeup room, only to run into Chen Feng, who had just changed clothes.

Oh, the red-clothed Wang Dao guard!

Damn, it really got censored. How magical!

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you sick?"

"What the hell are you acting tough for?"

For the first time in her life, Pan Xiaoyue had been cursed at without blowing up. She covered her mouth and smiled mysteriously before floating off toward backstage.

Her bizarre behavior made Chen Feng wary. After pondering it for a few seconds without reaching any conclusion, he continued toward the filming set. But the moment he appeared, everyone's gazes shot toward him like sharp swords.

Calling it everyone was not quite accurate. It was mainly the gossip squad squatting in the corner.

Chen Feng's scalp tingled under their stares, and he subconsciously looked down to check whether he had worn the wrong clothes.

Then a crisp voice suddenly rang out beside him. Only 500 yuan?

That doesn't sound like the price a wealthy socialite would pay!

Isn't that a slap right across Director Wang's face?

And why did she get pregnant after just one time? Why didn't she get an abortion and instead choose to give birth? What kind of hidden story was there?

The gossip squad nodded frantically in their hearts. Yes, yes! What hidden engine? Hurry up and tell us!

Chen Feng was utterly dumbfounded.

What wealthy socialite? What slap in Director Wang's face? What getting pregnant after one time? What abortion and giving birth? What the hell was all this?

Who was talking?

Chen Feng looked around from side to side and saw the crew members busying themselves as if they had heard none of the strange voices—except for himself and the rich second-generation heirs in the corner.

The expressions on their faces that said you know, and I know were far too obvious.

Just as Chen Feng wanted to confirm it further, the inner voice sounded again. If we find the socialite who had a one-night stand with Director Wang back then, wouldn't all the answers become clear?

Let me see—hahaha!

Holy shit, I knew this gossip looked familiar. I never expected it to be connected to that rich bastard too!

So Chen Feng is that rich bastard's biological younger brother from the same father but different mothers!

Fu Zhou shot to his feet.

Pupil Matrix!

Chen Feng abruptly turned his head toward the corner.

Yu Jiajia of Pupil Matrix clapped secretly. Wonderful! A new juicy scandal has appeared. My brother's matter can finally blow over!

After going to the hospital to erase the records, Yu Zhenyu was still uneasy. He was afraid someone at the private hospital would violate confidentiality rules and leak his information.

After thinking it over, Yu Zhenyu knocked on the director's office door.

"Director!"

The moment he stepped inside, he called out, "Director Chang!"

The director looked up, saw who it was, and rubbed his bald head hard with a miserable expression.

"Oh, President Yu. What is it this time?"

Before Yu Zhenyu could speak, he sighed again.

"Ah, if you keep messing around like this, it won't recover its elasticity anymore unless you get surgery."

Yu Zhenyu rolled his eyes and was about to curse him out when the young driver behind him suddenly spoke up. "Master, President Yu didn't put anything in this time, and it isn't loose either. Why are you talking so much?"

Yu Zhenyu turned and glared at him.

The director froze, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them. How would you know whether it's loose or not? Did you try it?

At that thought, his expression suddenly became suggestive.

"Hey, Yu Ze, that's more like it! Let's find something normal to play with—at least something good for your physical and mental health!"

"Forget it. I should just leave."

Yu Zhenyu looked utterly dead inside.

Night had already fallen outside the hospital. Neon lights glittered across the bustling city, and the elevated highway remained packed with traffic.

Yu Zhenyu leaned against the backseat, closing his eyes in irritation and gloom. The driver's careful voice came from the front. "President Yu, are we still going to Sister Pan's tonight?"

"Yes!"

The driver's expression suddenly tightened, but then he heard the next sentence.

"My ass! The reason for those two minutes has already been exposed. Who would believe me if I kept pretending?"

The driver let out a long breath. "All right, President Yu. I'll take you home, then."

"No!"

Yu Zhenyu suddenly opened his eyes. "My dad and mom must be waiting at home to ambush me!"

If those two had not forced him to carry on the family line, would he have gone against his wishes and kept someone?

"Go to a hotel." He slumped back in the seat. "Actually, hotels are dangerous too. As soon as they get the card transaction records, those two will come running."

"Or..." Yu Zhenyu glanced at the driver. "Little Liu, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-three. I'm already an adult."

Liu Ning silently added that in his heart.

"Chen Xiao."

Yu Zhenyu muttered to himself, then closed his eyes again.

He had not had the heart to say those two words, but Liu Ning heard something else entirely.

"Not small. My size is big enough."

"Liu Ning, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Zhenyu raised a hand to cover his face, and his ears turned red again.

Liu Ning cleared his throat and gathered his courage. "President Yu, actually, we don't need to go to a hotel. My place is pretty spacious."

"T-that works too. I'll stay at your place for one night for now. We'll talk after this blows over."

Although Liu Ning did not know what exactly needed to blow over, the young handsome man's face instantly filled with delight upon hearing Yu Zhenyu's words.

The foot on the gas pedal unconsciously pressed down harder.

The rear window was cracked open, and the night breeze brushed Yu Zhenyu's face, easing his mood somewhat.

But then a question suddenly leaped into his mind. If I go to the young driver's home, won't it get exposed as gossip?

The next second, he comforted himself. There are so many juicy stories in the gossip field. How could they possibly keep fixating on me alone?

Besides, I'm only going to sleep. I'm not doing anything. So what if it gets exposed?

Thinking that way, Yu Zhenyu felt much more at ease.

Unfortunately, before long, an overjoyed inner voice rang out from the film set, where they were shooting through the night. President Yu is impressive! He finally overcame his psychological barrier and put a proper thing into that place!

The gossip squad: What counts as a proper thing?