After the show ended, all the guests enjoyed a small surge in popularity.
Wen Nuannuan received a message from Wang Yilin as soon as she got home.
Wang Yilin: I have an art exhibition in a few days. May I invite you to come?
Wang Yilin: [Cat begging-please sticker]
"Aaah!" Wen Nuannuan hugged her phone and rolled around on her big bed, her face bright red.
She wrapped the warm-colored quilt around herself, then struggled to poke her hands and phone out of the quilt cocoon.
"This counts as a date, right? It's a date, right?" Wen Nuannuan covered her face, spreading her fingers slightly to reveal her eyes through the gaps.
Downstairs, Wen Mother, her father, Wen Grandpa, and her aunt were startled by the commotion upstairs.
"Nothing's happened to Nuannuan, has it?" her aunt asked worriedly, setting down her teacup.
"What could happen to her in her own home? I bet some couple she ships gave her another sweet moment." Wen Mother waved a hand. As the person who understood her daughter best, she might not have been a hundred percent certain, but she was at least eighty percent sure.
Her father and Wen Grandpa nodded in agreement.
No one could look closely at Wen Nuannuan's track record growing up without being amazed.
When Wen Nuannuan was five, her father took her to a meeting at his company.
Two department managers got into an argument over the sales plan for an accessory.
The two argued endlessly, neither backing down, until her father's head ached so badly that he rubbed his temples.
Just as he was worrying that the child might be frightened into tears, he discovered that Wen Nuannuan was actually listening with relish. When the two men grew heated, she even clapped happily and shouted.
"Go on!