Unhappy?

The director had never expected this.

He had only gone to take a dump. Because he was constipated, he had been delayed for a few extra minutes. How had such a huge mess broken out?

When he arrived at the scene, he saw the setup he had arranged—roses, a small checkered tablecloth, and strings of hazy little lights—

Shen Yan let out a Tarzan-like roar and did a hands-free flip on the spot.

Behind Shen Yan.

A burly man who was six foot one and nearly three hundred pounds, with purple lips, darkened eye sockets, and an ashen face, was gasping for breath as he chased after him, looking like he was about to drop dead.

The director roared in exasperation, "Abandon!"

[Hahahahaha!]

[This was absolutely not what I expected!]

[A brain-dead fan wreaked havoc at the filming site. He failed to poison the guest and got utterly beaten down instead. It was clearly shaping up to be an epic power fantasy, so why did you have to jump out and turn my perfectly good power fantasy into a comedy, Director?! You owe me a bowl of snail noodles!! That one "abandon" made me laugh so hard I shook my bowl of snail noodles onto the floor. Now I can't laugh anymore.]

At that moment.

Bai Jing was completely stunned!

The director had blurted it out in anger, and that only made him even angrier.

He strode forward and grabbed Shen Yan. "What are you doing?!"

Shen Yan immediately stopped beating his chest like a monkey. "He attacked first."

The director gritted his teeth. "Don't think I can't tell—you were using him to entertain yourself!"

The hulking man was huffing and puffing, barely resisting the urge to kneel before the director and shout, "Godfather!"

He couldn't run anymore!

He really couldn't run anymore!

He couldn't run another step!

As they spoke.

The police arrived.

The director let go of Shen Yan irritably and turned to cry to the officers, "Comrades, you finally came! We were filming here when this man suddenly appeared and chased our artist like crazy. Look how badly he scared him—he's practically having a mental breakdown!"

The hulking man: ...

Godfather, why do you have two faces?!

The hulking man wanted to argue, but that was all he had—the desire.

He did not have a shred of strength left.

He collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, his lips moving as he muttered, "You finally came."

Bai Jing handed over the mineral water bottle she had picked up from the ground. "When he suddenly rushed out, he was going to splash this on Shen Yan."

The police officer took it and unscrewed the cap.

A sharp, pungent smell immediately hit him in the face.

It was sulfuric acid.

Video footage at the scene proved that the hulking man had indeed been relentlessly chasing Shen Yan, while Shen Yan had been running away the whole time.

Though he had run away a little too easily, Shen Yan had never fought back.

So after taking simple statements, the police took the hulking man away.

After seeing the police off, the director looked at Shen Yan wearily and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

He instantly felt even more tired.

Fuck.

Three more hairs had fallen out.

The director spoke earnestly, voicing a question from the depths of his heart. "Have you always been this outrageous?"

Shen Yan sat by the table with his chin resting in both hands.

After that intense run just now, he had worked up a light sweat, and his face was faintly flushed.

He had already been good-looking to begin with. Now, sitting there silently with his chin propped up, he looked both obedient and innocent.

The director thought, What had Shen Yan done wrong? The one at fault was the person who had charged out.

If Shen Yan had not run so fast, this place would already have become the scene of a tragedy.

Shen Yan must have been terrified too.

Thinking that, the director was no longer quite so angry. Just as he was about to comfort Shen Yan, Shen Yan, who had remained silent until now, turned to look at him and said very seriously, "Actually, I'm not always this outrageous. I thought about it carefully just now..."

"This isn't your fault."

"Sometimes I can be even more outrageous."

The director's comfort and Shen Yan's reply rang out at the same time.

The director: !!!

Fuck me!

He slammed his hand on the table, rage shooting straight to the top of his head. "You can be even more outrageous? How else can you be outrageous? Show me, then! Huh?! How else can you be outrageous?!"

Amid the director's roar, Shen Yan silently pulled out the privilege card. "I want to use this."

The director eyed him warily. "How?"

Shen Yan said, "Bai Jing and I want to go back to the villa and play games."

The director stared at him dumbfounded.

The director wanted to cry but had no tears.

The privilege card clearly stated: The guest holding this card may make any lawful request.

He was such a fool. Truly.

He had only known that on a dating show, guests would use privilege cards to fight for benefits for themselves.

People sought advantage and avoided harm. Fighting for benefits was nothing more than a way to get more screen time and complete tasks more smoothly. How had he failed to realize that some guests simply were not human?!

His fury erupted as the director ground his teeth at Shen Yan. "But you and Bai Jing are a team. Whatever you do, you have to consider your partner too, right? If you want to go back and play games, you should at least ask whether Bai Jing is willing, shouldn't you?"

The director looked at Bai Jing with eyes full of anticipation and pointed hints. "A night of roses, watching the stars and moon here, talking from poetry and songs to ideals in life..."

Bai Jing looked equally expectant. "None of that is as good as going back to play games."

The director: ...dead.

He watched Shen Yan and Bai Jing walk away.

He watched the topics rapidly shooting up the trending searches.

#MonkeyPlaysWithBear#

#AbandonAppearsAgain#

#ComeCatchMe#

The director silently raised a hand and pinched the bridge beneath his nose.

He chose to look in on the other groups of guests to save his heart, which was about to lose its rhythm, while silently sending greetings to Shen Yan's ancestors in his mind.

Song Qianshan and Lu Xingchuan had drawn Romantic Starry Sky.

They had not gone far. Outside the villa complex was a vast golf course, where the production team had arranged a simple yet romantic setup.

Song Qianshan wore a dark red short-sleeved top and wide-legged jeans. Her curled hair was tied up, and she sat cross-legged on the ground in a relaxed manner, leaning back slightly as she gazed at the stars overhead.

Lu Xingchuan held a can of beer and leaned against the table beside her. After taking a sip, he too looked up at the sky.

[If I didn't know Lu Xingchuan liked Xie Li, I'd honestly be shipping these two for their looks.]

[Lu Xingchuan goes with anyone. Every actress he pairs with has CP chemistry with him. He didn't become an on-screen Best Actor for nothing.]

[Even though his private life has had some scandals, Lu Xingchuan's looks are still holding strong. As long as the face remains, the kingdom remains.]

[Didn't Lu Xingchuan and Song Qianshan work together on a movie before?]

"I remember when we were filming Bright Moon. There was a sunrise scene, and everyone was sitting on the grass like this, watching the stars and chatting. In the blink of an eye, four or five years have passed."

Song Qianshan had not spoken since sitting down, so Lu Xingchuan found a topic to chat with her.

He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but although he and Song Qianshan had worked together before, this time they met, he kept feeling as though she was avoiding him.

That should not have been the case.

His status was far higher than Song Qianshan's.

Song Qianshan should have been eager to chat with him and get close to him.

Could it be that, because of Xie Li, Song Qianshan was deliberately keeping her distance?

But during the earlier game segment, Song Qianshan had bluntly said she had not chosen him because his head had been in a toilet.

Lu Xingchuan looked at Song Qianshan. "I still miss those days when we watched the stars. These past years have been so rushed. It's been a long time since I stopped and quietly watched the stars for a while."

After Lu Xingchuan finished speaking, Song Qianshan still said nothing.

Lu Xingchuan frowned and changed the subject. "Is something making you unhappy?"