Hot-Tempered and Battle-Hungry—If You Don't Submit, Throw Down!

Seeing Huo Wenye frown in disgust as if he were looking at a pair of trash bags, Xie Jinran, who had just been helped up, felt his blood rush to his head and nearly lost control, ready to rush over and fight him to the death.

But he still forced himself to calm down and softened his tone. "Lord Huo, do you have some misunderstanding about the Xie Family? If we offended you before, I apologize right now. Please don't target Ranran. He's innocent."

Even if Xie Jinran was fiercely protective of his younger brother and not thinking clearly, he knew the man before him was someone he absolutely could not provoke. He could only swallow his anger.

Huo Wenye gave the two of them a casual glance, but his gaze cut across them like a cold sword.

Without responding, he turned away, treating the Xie brothers as though they were air.

When his gaze seemingly happened to meet that of Xie Chen, the gossip-watching bystander, the corner of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly. "Eat more. You're too thin."

His magnetic voice was extremely soft, yet Xie Chen heard every word clearly.

Xie Chen paused mid-bite, his gaze involuntarily following that tall retreating figure as confusion grew wildly in his heart like creeping vines.

What the hell does my weight have to do with you?!

No, wait, I'm not skinny at all, okay?!

After the brief farce ended, the other guests still felt they had not had enough.

After all, a life where they did not have to do tasks and still got to watch drama was simply too wonderful.

None of them wanted to go home anymore.

But clearly, Director Li had no intention of letting them off. Before they could rest after lunch, he immediately announced a new task.

This time, Director Li had learned his lesson and required every guest to do the work personally, putting an end to such disgraceful behavior as slacking off and clinging to someone else's thigh.

Just as he was about to read the rules, he suddenly noticed that two people were missing from the group.

Weren't they those two guest participants?!

How could they still be so slow after such a simple meal?!

Director Li was thoroughly irritated and sent the staff to hurry them along. After a while, Xie Jinran and Xie Ran finally strolled over at an agonizingly slow pace.

The moment he had steadied himself, Xie Ran clutched his stomach and said, "Sorry, Director. My stomach condition is acting up. Can I go back and rest first?"

Director Li frowned. "Why don't you just withdraw?"

Xie Jinran, who was supporting his biological younger brother, immediately became displeased again. "Does your production team have any humanitarian spirit at all?! Does a stomach flare-up mean he has to quit?! What would a short rest delay?!"

Director Li rolled his eyes hard. "That's rich. I'm giving you plenty of time to treat your illness, and you still say I have no humanitarian spirit?!"

"It's fine, Third Brother. I can hold on." Xie Ran straightened up with effort, his face full of determination.

Xie Chen sneered. "After pretending to be sick so often, have you started believing it yourself?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Xie Jinran had reached the limit of his patience. Seeing that Huo Wenye was not present, he barked out a reprimand and struck without hesitation.

His fist flew toward Xie Chen's eye socket. He clearly intended to disfigure this adopted younger brother who did not know his place.

Xie Chen, who had once been a world-class boxer in a transmigration world, did not move an inch. The corner of his lips curled up, and just as the attack was about to land, he suddenly flashed aside, then spun around swiftly and drove a vicious kick into Xie Jinran's lower back.

"Third Brother!"

Xie Ran cried out in alarm.

He had not expected Xie Chen to fight back. Xie Chen had clearly endured everything before, never uttering a word even when he had been beaten until he vomited blood...

Xie Jinran had been completely unprepared as well. The kick sent him sprawling face-first, and he lay there in pain for a long while before he could get up. A clear footprint stood out on his pristine custom-made suit.

"Pfft—"

Someone laughed.

The sound broke the awkward silence.

Only then did Director Li clear his throat, pretending to mediate. "Oh my, Xie Chen, why did you kick him? Although he struck first, so it counts as self-defense, right? Still, that wasn't good. Be more careful next time."

[Holy shit, a mutual fight got called self-defense? The director is obviously taking sides! But for some reason, that felt so satisfying?!]

[These two brothers have pulled too many ridiculous stunts. Can they be kicked off the show already?! If Brother Ye weren't here, I'd be unable to keep watching!]

[Did anyone notice that Xie Chen is seriously good at fighting? I watch boxing matches all the time. Compared to Xie Jinran, his movements looked really professional. He knew where it would hurt most to kick without breaking the rules!]

[Honestly, I'm starting to like Xie Chen's personality. Hot-tempered and battle-hungry—if you don't submit, he throws down!]

[I really don't know what some people are thinking. Do you worship violence that much?! I think Xie Chen went too far. He might have only taken a punch, so why did he kick the other guy?!]

[Hahaha, pfft. Are you sure the person above is a paid troll and not secretly on our side?!]

[Spit, spit, spit! Who's secretly on your side? You're the one secretly on their side! Your whole family is secretly on their side!]

Filming continued. No one stopped simply because Xie Jinran had been kicked.

After all, both the guests and the staff on site could testify that he had attacked first. Getting taken down in return was entirely his own fault.

That was right.

In less than half a day after arriving, Xie Jinran had successfully aroused everyone's anger and disgust. Yet he himself was completely unaware of it and continued doing whatever he pleased.

Perhaps that was the aftereffect of growing up surrounded by flowers and applause.

Xie Chen looked coldly at his former third brother, who was walking over slowly with a hand on his waist like a pregnant woman. The corner of his lips rose. "One has a stomachache, and the other has a backache. Perfect. Now they can reasonably leave their farm work for someone else to do."

"Don't count me in!" Luo Mingyu waved his arm as though he were shooing away bad luck. "I'm not that kind-hearted. I don't enjoy helping each other. Next, please."

He made an inviting gesture toward Li Sifan.

Li Sifan rubbed his nose. "Get lost. Don't drag me into this!"

After saying that, he looked at Wei Mingqi.

The washed-up host crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "With my build, I'd be doing well if I could turn over one row of soil on my own. Help someone else? Sorry, no chance!"

Just as he was about to turn his head, Li Jingfei stopped him. "Don't look at me. I'm a frail woman; I'm no use for this kind of thing."

Mocked so miserably, Xie Jinran gritted his teeth. "Who asked any of you for help? Isn't it just turning over some soil?! How hard could that be?!"

As he spoke, he looked toward Xie Ran. "Ranran, isn't that right?!"

At that moment, the village chief stood atop a dirt slope and did his best to explain in standard Mandarin, "Guests, this work isn't called turning soil. Its proper name is plowing. The thing in my hand is called a plow blade, or a hoe. Before planting crops, we use this plow blade to turn the soil, so water and air can enter it properly..."

Xie Chen listened to the village chief's explanation absentmindedly. After all, while carrying out missions in transmigration worlds, he had once been an agricultural professor in an apocalypse world. When developing experimental fields, he had personally done plenty of such work.

He looked toward Xie Ran with a half-smile. The latter looked utterly confused, not even knowing where to begin after receiving the plow blade.

"Ranran, don't you always do farm work? Teach Third Brother. We don't need to ask them!"

Xie Jinran spoke loudly on purpose, intending for Xie Chen to hear.

He wanted that ungrateful white-eyed wolf to understand.

No matter how much he struggled, he was just a clown jumping about. Sooner or later, he would still have to beg the Xie Family to take him in!