Age Is No Barrier to Stamina

Episode 8: Everyone tried their hardest not to laugh.

Oh my, who would've guessed? This guy usually acted so damn proper, but he sure played wild in private!

What kind of tools did he have? I really wanted to see it in person!

The gossip-hungry stares made Fu Zhouchi's expression turn utterly grim. He shot Song Yichuan a vicious glare, withdrew the foot he had stepped into the kitchen with, and said stiffly, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll come down and help later."

Before he had even finished speaking, he turned away beneath Lu Chen's stunned, disappointed gaze. His once straight, upright back now looked somewhat rigid.

That voice in his head rang out again!

Retreating at a time like this? Constipated or having diarrhea?

You're not even taking advantage of a hero-saving-the-beauty scenario. How are you supposed to unleash your dog-demon charm now?!

Could he be going to scout the place first, looking for a chance to have some bathroom play?

Hoo hoo hoo!

I still underestimated how secretly kinky this domineering CEO was.

Fu Zhouchi, stepping up the stairs one halting step at a time, finally snapped and turned back. "Can you shut up? Who the fuck told you he was secretly kinky? Damn it, what's so ugly about you?!"

Guan Pei was in the kitchen.

Come to think of it, these rich second-generation heirs were pretty funny. They kept saying "fuck" at every turn—could it be some kind of code word?

Song Yichuan furrowed his brow slightly, his mind beginning to drift. I'm kind of hungry. I want sweet-and-sour spare ribs, braised chicken chunks, steamed crucian carp... and blanched water spinach would be even better.

He muttered to himself internally, completely oblivious to the strange expressions on the rich heirs' faces.

Huo Renjie was the first to rush into the kitchen. The moment he opened his mouth, he asked, "Are there ribs in the fridge?"

"I can make them sweet and sour."

Lu Chen was somewhat surprised. "Ah, yes. What about chicken?"

Meng Qiongqi, the red heir, asked.

Lu Chen nodded hesitantly. "Th-There's some. Water spinach too?"

"I can make that."

The sweet-looking Yu Jiajia raised her hand, and the others quickly chimed in as well. "I'll make this." "I'm good at that."

The atmosphere became energetic and proactive, sparking lively discussion among the livestream viewers.

I knew I wasn't wrong—Lu Chen is the most popular.

Even if he's serious, all his qualities are right there. He's especially suited to the tastes of these pampered rich heirs.

Oh my god, with everyone fighting over him like this, will there be a love triangle?

Director, please give us more plots like this. I love watching them!

Kitchen disaster Song Yichuan saw how hard the guests were working, and he felt embarrassed to do nothing himself. After hesitating for a long time, he scratched his head and walked over.

"Sigh, how about I contribute something too?"

Huo Renjie hurriedly refused.

"No, no. You just need to contribute the juicy gossip."

Song Yichuan was about to speak when a low, magnetic voice beside him interrupted him.

"What else do you like to eat?"

Song Yichuan turned and met Yan Jinyu's deep eyes.

"Oh, what else does he like to eat?"

This kid had some pretty profound intentions!

Gu Yunyu sped all the way home. As soon as he entered, he saw his poor, aggrieved little sister slumped on the floor. Meanwhile, their father stood in front of her, fully guarded, as though protecting his most precious treasure.

A medicine bottle had fallen onto the floor, its pills scattered everywhere.

After seeing what was written on the bottle, Gu Yunyu's brows drew tight. He strode quickly to his mother's side. "Mom, what happened?"

"I can't even bring myself to say something this disgusting. Ask your precious little sister, Gu Yun!"

Furious, Mother Gu turned her face away. Before the tearful Gu Yun could speak, Father Gu snorted coldly first. "It was just a misunderstanding. Was there any need to make such a huge fuss?"

"We're family. Can't we just clear things up?"

"A misunderstanding?"

Mother Gu rose painfully to her feet. "If we hadn't discovered it in time, would you and Qiqi still be alive?"

He found it too difficult to say aloud. After pausing to compose himself, he continued, "Are you determined to protect her?"

"Yes!"

Father Gu's expression was resolute. "Xiaoyun is my daughter. I can't stand by and do nothing!"

Mother Gu's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Fine. Since that's the case, you can get the hell out with her. The divorce agreement is on the table. Sign it, then get out!"

"Y-You want to divorce me?"

Father Gu asked in disbelief.

"Just because I spoke up for Xiaoyun?"

"Dad?"

Gu Yun, sitting on the floor, heard this and hurriedly crawled toward Mother Gu.

"Mom, I was really wrong. Don't leave me."

Mother Gu avoided Gu Yun's hand and looked down at her from above.

"Don't call me Mom. I don't have a heartless, insane daughter like you."

"Xiaoyue, don't beg her. She's completely cold-blooded and heartless."

Father Gu pulled Gu Yun up and shielded her behind him again. "Divorce it is. Just don't regret it."

The sudden chaos left Gu Yunyu frozen where he stood.

"Mom, don't let something this small—" Before he could finish, Mother Gu swung a slap at him. "Something this small? Is your brain still not working properly?"

"Gu Qiqi is your real sister!"

"Say another word, and you can get out with him too!"

Gu Yunyu covered his face in disbelief. "Mom, you hit me!"

Just as the scene descended into complete chaos, a lazy voice rang out. "Hit them, then. What, are you saving them for the New Year?"

Everyone turned around and saw the daughter they had just brought home chewing gum as she picked up the divorce agreement from the coffee table. After flipping it open, she clicked her tongue twice. "I remember there was a prenuptial agreement, right? Dad married into the family, so he can only leave with nothing in a divorce."

Mother Gu nodded in sudden realization. "We did sign one. It was even notarized."

Gu Qiqi took the gum from her mouth and stuck it onto the divorce agreement. "Then what the hell are you worried about? Hurry up and divorce. I'll introduce you to an eighteen-year-old boyfriend afterward. He'll act cute, be adorable, and he'll be young with great stamina."

The people at the center of the storm froze on the spot, their faces full of disbelief.

Father Gu thought, Has she gone crazy?

Mother Gu thought, Ah, my daughter really is considerate.

Gu Yun thought, Hmph hmph... I don't even know what to say.

To avoid criticism, Song Yichuan still went into the kitchen to show off a little. He picked up a kitchen knife, chopped away with a few loud thwacks, and soon brought out a dish. "Everyone, try it."

The crisp green color of the smashed cucumbers looked rather conspicuous amid the many rich dishes.

The instant the camera drew closer, livestream viewers began scoffing. Is that it? That's way too half-assed. Look at the feast everyone else made, and he still has the nerve to serve this? It's confirmed—he came to this dating show just to slack off. If anyone picks him tonight, I'll eat cucumbers for a whole week! Hahaha, not bad, not bad. Something lighter is perfect for cutting through the grease.

Lu Chen smiled gently to smooth things over and pushed a soup dish he had made toward the center. "Everyone, try the refined meatballs I made. This dish takes a lot of work."

"Uh..." Before he could finish, he caught sight of someone picking up their chopsticks from the corner of his eye, and anticipation immediately rose in his heart. Yet just seconds later, he saw the chopsticks land on the unappetizing smashed cucumbers.

Lu Chen's smile stiffened. He turned and saw Yan Jinyu put the food into his mouth.

What was this? It was a blatant slap in the face. But why?

Could he have taken a liking to Song Yichuan?

It had only been one day since the livestream started—Chu Yumei, this was too ridiculous!

Lu Chen's thoughts spun rapidly. Then the corners of his lips lifted. It didn't matter if Yan Jinyu liked him. He didn't mind helping create a rival in love.

With that thought, Lu Chen's meaningful gaze fell on the face of the model across from him, Xu Qi. If he remembered correctly, Xu Qi's crush should be Yan Jinyu.

Sure enough, the next second, a sour voice rang out. "Brother Yu, since when did you start liking such cheap cold dishes?"

Xu Qi's expression darkened as he glanced at Song Yichuan. "This dish is just like its maker—it should at least have a clear background. Otherwise..." Before he could finish, a voice appeared in every rich heir's mind at once. Hmm, this woman has some juicy gossip.