A Dog in Heat

Episode 7: Because His Home Was Stolen!

After that thought, Song Yichuan rubbed his chin, looking contemplative. He acted pretty fast, rushing over without stopping as soon as something happened. Could it be that he had some feelings for the rich young lady and they had a telepathic connection?

But there was no basis for it, so he shouldn't make wild guesses. That was the spirit of gossip, after all.

The first rule was to verify whether it was true.

Everyone snorted wordlessly. He was quite principled.

But Gu Yunyu and his younger sister had it way too rough. Their father didn't love them, their brother didn't care for them, and they had even been framed like that.

As everyone sighed, the director's voice continued. "Gu Yunyu is temporarily unable to continue filming due to personal matters. He'll return once he has dealt with them."

"Today is the first day of moving into Romantic Full House. I believe every guest will form an initial impression of the others. After dinner, please write down the name of the guest you most want to get to know and hand it to the staff for tallying. The winner with the most votes will receive one chance to freely choose their date."

Hearing that, Song Yichuan yawned involuntarily. Oh, this kind of reward is really boring. How could dating possibly be as interesting as gossip? Rather than wasting time falling in love, I might as well... As he thought this, his gaze slowly shifted. Wherever it landed, the air immediately grew tense.

Especially Huo Renjie, who had just been the subject of gossip. Inside, he was frantically shaking his head.

Even if you were shearing wool, you couldn't keep shearing the same sheep, could you?

Please be a decent human being.

Fortunately, Song Yichuan seemed to have lost interest in him. His gaze landed on Fu Zhouchi's face, where he appeared to be sitting stiffly upright.

Fu Zhouchi's expression suddenly darkened, his features taut as though he were suppressing some emotion.

At that moment, the director chimed in, "To help everyone get acquainted as quickly as possible, you can each give a brief introduction, then prepare tonight's dinner together."

Before he had even finished speaking, someone responded in an indifferent tone. "My name is Fu Zhouchi. I'm twenty-seven years old, and I'm currently the CEO of an entertainment company."

"You can also tell us about your ideal type!"

The director's voice-over came through. Fu Zhouchi pursed his lips, his cold gaze sweeping over Song Yichuan's face.

"I don't like people with too much inner drama."

Hilarious. How would he know whether someone else had too much inner drama?

Song Yichuan curled his lips. Fu Zhouchi's expression turned subtle. "My name is Yan Jinyu. I'm twenty-eight years old, currently unemployed. My hobbies are eating gossip and enjoying rumors. I like being rigorous."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips lifted slightly. His deep gaze turned toward Song Yichuan.

The latter sensed it and instinctively turned his head. In an instant, their eyes met, and the camera captured the scene perfectly.

The livestream viewers immediately began making snide remarks. "Oh? No way, no way. A legendary figure from the Yan Family is interested in a nobody like Song Yichuan?"

"It was just a coincidence. How could Young Master Yan possibly like him? Don't you all know?"

"Song Yichuan is the long-lost son of the president of Song Corporation. He only acknowledged his roots last night, so he's now a genuine rich second-generation heir."

"So what if he's rich? Don't forget, the people joining Marriage of the Elite are either wealthy or noble. Who here cares about money?"

"Even if Song Yichuan dressed himself up, no one would necessarily want him."

"The commenter above is right. His reputation is right there. Rich heirs aren't stupid either—who would want to marry some drama queen from the entertainment industry? I'd bet even Lu Chen has more of a chance than him."

That matter did not hold Song Yichuan's attention for long. He gave a light cough and shifted his focus, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Fu Zhouchi again. He seemed particularly interested in him.

The others continued their introductions, with Lu Chen going last.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Lu Chen. I'm twenty-six years old, graduated from Qingbei University, and specialized in finance. I'm currently conducting market research in Hua Nation. I hope I'll have the opportunity to learn from all of you."

"My ideal partner should be meticulous, calm and composed, and seemingly abstinent."

Before he could finish, a sly glint suddenly flashed through Song Yichuan's eyes.

He's practically naming the person outright. Is he in such a hurry to establish the official pairing?

And this refined, abstinent act—who doesn't know about it?

People like this look like holy monks on the surface, but secretly, they're like dogs in heat. They can keep someone from getting out of bed for three days, and they have all kinds of little tools too. Aren't you afraid you'll lose your life?

Everyone looked bewildered. Naming someone outright?

Could Lu Chen's ideal type be present?

Oh, then who exactly was this dog in heat?

The viewers eagerly guessed while pricking up their ears, waiting for Song Yichuan to reveal the answer.

Unfortunately, Song Yichuan's thoughts came to an abrupt stop there.

After the introductions, the guests began preparing tonight's menu.

The production team required six dishes and a soup. Cooking was also a way to gain favor, and they might even be judged and scored.

Wanting to seize this opportunity, Lu Chen was the first to run to the refrigerator and open it in search of ingredients.

A few minutes later, he arranged the vegetables and meat on the kitchen island and said to everyone, "I hope each of us can prepare one signature dish. This is a dating show with five men and three women, so one dish each won't be enough." Lu Chen added, "Leave the rest to me. I'm fairly good at cooking."

"You're that good? Why don't you make everything?"

Song Yichuan said lightly.

People working in journalism often had to work around the clock, with meals coming irregularly. Most of the time, they just made do with takeout. When would they ever have the chance to practice cooking?

Since the male lead loved showing off so much, what better than to leave the opportunity to him? Song Yichuan would just be responsible for eating gossip.

Lu Chen had not expected Song Yichuan to slack off so openly. His expression became slightly troubled. "Would the production team agree to that?"

After all, dinner was a group task. No one at the filming location responded, and the other guests acted as though it had nothing to do with them.

The livestream viewers were indignant. "He was just brought back, and he's already putting on the airs of a spoiled rich kid. He's obviously bullying people!"

"Making one person cook six dishes and a soup really is excessive. Is no one willing to help?"

"I know a little about cooking too. I can help share the burden."

A cold voice rang out. Lu Chen looked over gratefully and saw Fu Zhouchi walk out from the corner toward the kitchen.

Before anyone could react, that long-awaited thought rang out. Oh, the dog in heat has made his entrance!

Heaven and earth will ignite before long!

Fu Zhouchi, who had been standing with one hand in his pocket, looking refined and cool, suddenly froze mid-step. He instinctively turned his head and saw the meaningful looks being cast his way. Panic immediately rose in his heart, and he blurted out, "I-I'm not that dog in heat—why the fuck can't I say it?*