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Although He Jinyuan's private life was rather wild, Chu Xiyue did not want to see blood splatter everywhere while he exercised. It would leave her traumatized.

She was still young and did not want to witness such a bloody scene.

The smile on He Jinyuan's face deepened. He thought Chu Xiyue had already been moved by him.

He Jinyuan said in a low voice, "Junior Sister, wait for my good news."

Chu Xiyue felt that He Jinyuan had not taken her warning to heart, but she had said all she could. If He Jinyuan collapsed, she would call him an ambulance.

He Jinyuan had some understanding of his physical condition as well, and in the end chose a relatively safe exercise that only required upper-body strength: one hundred push-ups.

The yoga mat was laid out, and the camera focused on He Jinyuan atop it. Chu Xiyue glanced over.

She had to admit, He Jinyuan's form was quite standard.

[My brother's legs aren't legs—they're spring waters by the Seine! My brother's waist isn't a waist—it's the curved blade of the Deadly Third Son!][Note]

[Yuanbao, you're the best! Go, go!]

After finishing one hundred push-ups, He Jinyuan sat there panting heavily. As if casually, he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The faint outline of his abs flashed before the camera, and the comments immediately became so dense that his face was nearly obscured.

Chu Xiyue admired He Jinyuan's abs as well and said to the system, "You know, He Jinyuan really does have a nice body."

The system said: [Of course. This is what He Jinyuan makes his living off of—how could he not train properly? You know, that rich woman that night loved the six-pack on He Jinyuan's body. She simply couldn't keep her hands off it.]

Chu Xiyue's attention was instantly diverted. Just so happened, no camera was pointed at her. Her face lit up with excitement as she eagerly asked, "How exactly could she not keep her hands off? Tell me more!"

Thus, one person and one system delved into some adult-only topics about how the rich woman could not keep her hands off him. Chu Xiyue's eyes were opened wide, and she enjoyed the gossip immensely.

By the time Chu Xiyue and the system had satisfactorily finished chatting about the various affairs between He Jinyuan and the rich woman, He Jinyuan had also retrieved the chilled watermelon from the production team. It had been cut into slices, and everyone, including the staff, received one slice each.

Chu Xiyue noticed that when He Jinyuan stood up, his body swayed slightly and his face was a little pale. However, the livestream had a filter on it, so the viewers did not notice anything unusual about his complexion.

The system said: [Although He Jinyuan chose a relatively easy activity, every form of exercise requires the participation of muscles throughout the body. The injury down there has split open again, but with the camera on him, He Jinyuan doesn't dare show any abnormality.]

Chu Xiyue ate her chilled watermelon and looked at He Jinyuan, her eyes filled with admiration. "What a ruthless guy!"

Yet He Jinyuan mistook Chu Xiyue's gaze for worship. He curled his lips into a smile at her and said softly, "It was only one hundred push-ups. Junior Sister, don't admire me too much."

Chu Xiyue instantly put on a pained expression. Help, so greasy!

The watermelon in her hand instantly lost its appeal.

Chu Xiyue silently moved a little farther away from He Jinyuan.

Some viewers in the livestream who were not He Jinyuan's fans also felt slightly uncomfortable, but their comments were drowned beneath the rainbow praise from He Jinyuan's fans, and no one noticed them.

Just then, another commotion came from outside.

A man and a woman walked in from outside. The man wore a suit and leather shoes, looking refined and elegant, around his early forties. The woman was exquisite and fashionable, around thirty, with sunglasses covering most of her face. She wore a Chanel-style suit, carried a Himalaya bag, and the huge diamond on her hand sparkled brilliantly. From her clothes to her jewelry, everything conveyed two words: rich.

Behind them, several men in black suits who looked like bodyguards pushed more than a dozen suitcases inside and arranged them in two rows in the living room. It looked like a TV drama; all that was missing was for them to bow in unison and call out, "Hello, President," or "Hello, Madam."

Information on the pair surfaced in Chu Xiyue's mind—

The man was named Xu Wenchong. He was the young master of Azure Sea Entertainment, one of the top entertainment companies in the industry, and its current CEO. Wan Zhen was Xu Wenchong's wife and the president's wife of Azure Sea Entertainment. Wan Zhen had married the then thirty-two-year-old Xu Wenchong when she was twenty. They had now been married for ten years and were a well-known older husband-younger wife couple from a wealthy family online, hailed by netizens as the best model couple among wealthy families.

Among the five guest couples on the show, this couple had the second-highest popularity.

Wan Zhen took off her sunglasses and swept her gaze across the room. When her eyes passed Chu Xiyue, they paused slightly before moving away as if nothing had happened. She gave everyone a gentle smile.

"Sorry, my husband and I are late. We sincerely apologize. These are gifts I prepared for everyone. They're jewelry from the Azure Sky line under one of our subsidiaries. They aren't worth much, so please don't dislike them."

A suited man behind her stepped forward holding several boxes. She selected four from among them and handed them to Chu Xiyue and the other three.

Everyone guessed that she intended to use the opportunity to promote her company's subsidiary, so they did not decline and accepted the gifts.

Chu Xiyue accepted the gift as well and smiled as she thanked Wan Zhen.

Wan Zhen was briefly dazzled by Chu Xiyue's striking beauty. Her eyes darkened slightly, and only after a moment did she come back to herself and turn to look at He Jinyuan beside her.

Wan Zhen handed the gift in her hand to He Jinyuan, as gentle and courteous as ever. "Xiao He, this is for you. I hope you like it."

Wan Zhen and He Jinyuan's gazes met for a moment before they simultaneously looked away.

He Jinyuan lowered his head and reached out to take the gift box from Wan Zhen. "Thank you, Sister Wan."

Wan Zhen released her hold, a smile lingering at the corners of her lips. "No need to be polite."

She turned around and walked toward her husband with a smile, wrapping an arm around Xu Wenchong's. "Honey, let's go upstairs and take a look at our room. I wonder what the rooms here are like..."

Xu Wenchong affectionately patted Wan Zhen's hand. "I know you're particular about beds, so I already instructed the director to furnish the room with brands according to your usual preferences. It's about the same as our bedroom at home."

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