It was a bright and breezy night...

Yan Yi blinked innocently at Shen Ting.

"Did I say anything wrong? If you can be Daddy Number One, why can't I be Daddy Number Two?"

[Hahaha, the big joker meets the little joker?]

[Director: I'm losing it, losing it, seriously losing it ╥﹏╥]

[These two shouldn't be here. They should be on the comedy show next door. Their talents are wasted here.]

[No, no, no, I think watching comedians fall in love is even more interesting.]

Si Chen was trembling slightly all over with anger.

Seeing this, Su Yu's expression darkened. This wasn't what he and his manager had predicted.

Su Yu walked up to Shen Ting with a smile. "Ting, it's been so long. The last time we met was when we were kids. I saw the comments you posted online these past few days, too. I'm sure someone must have misled you by accident. After all, we used to be such good friends."

Shen Ting curled his lips as he looked at Su Yu's fake smile. Is he trying to make me admit that all that information online was my fault? Dream on.

Since you brought up our childhood, I'll have a nice, long chat with you about it.

"Yeah, I remember when you wet your pants in the garden as a kid. I was the one who called the butler for you." Shen Ting looked utterly sincere.

Su Yu's expression crumpled, and he couldn't stop his right hand from digging into his left hard enough to break the skin.

"Pfft, hahaha." Meng Yun couldn't help laughing beside them. Good friends. Good friends indeed.

Bai Yuanyuan also covered her mouth with a smile, her eyes full of disdain.

Su Weiwang suddenly felt very grateful that he wasn't carrying the title of the Su Family's eldest son. This was far too humiliating-a socially anxious person's worst nightmare.

Su Yu's expression froze at the laughter around him, but he still suppressed his anger and looked at Shen Ting with a stiff expression. "Ting, aren't you remembering wrong? I think that was another friend."

"I'm not remembering wrong. The Su Family's eldest son, Su Yu. Everyone knew about it back then. Su Yu, as your 'best friend,' I still have to give you some advice. You can't deny your past self just because you embarrassed yourself back then-oh, sorry, I mean, accidentally lost control." Shen Ting took Su Yu's hand and offered his advice with complete sincerity.

Su Yu's expression shattered completely. His face darkened as he tried to pull his hand back, but it was no use.

"No, you remembered wrong."

Just as the two remained locked in a stalemate, Yan Yi suddenly cut in.

Looking at the young man beside him, Su Yu couldn't help staring. Yan Yi wore a white shirt, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His face had an unmistakably youthful air.

Hearing Yan Yi contradict Shen Ting, Su Yu finally smiled again. He gave Yan Yi a shy glance. For some reason, he kept feeling that the young man before him was definitely no ordinary non-celebrity.

"Ting, see? Even Mr. Yan said so. You must have remembered wrong."

Shen Ting shot an unfriendly look at this prospective banter partner beside him. Points deducted. Points deducted. So many points deducted.

Seeing their completely different expressions, Yan Yi suddenly curled his lips, his face previously expressionless.

"He clearly pooped himself too. You're not being precise." In the most magnetic voice, Yan Yi said exactly what Shen Ting most wanted to hear.

"Hahaha... honk, honk..." Meng Yun had thought there might be some twist coming, but at that, he laughed so hard he honked like a goose and doubled over with his stomach aching.

Bai Yuanyuan's expression grew even more peculiar, and she instinctively took a step back.

Su Weiwang felt grateful once again. Thank you, heavens.

Unable to watch any longer, Si Chen pulled Su Yu over, put an arm around him, and headed straight for the passageway.

Su Yu looked thoroughly wronged, but he still occasionally cast Shen Ting a smug glance, as though saying that no matter what Shen Ting said, Si Chen still didn't like him.

Shen Ting pursed his lips, then reached up with his small hand and pulled Yan Yi's strong, solid arm around his waist.

"Three-legged toads might be hard to find, but surely two-legged men aren't?"

"You've won this round hands down. I'm better-looking than him."

Yan Yi obligingly rested his chin on Shen Ting's shoulder.

The two swayed back and forth together, perfectly in rhythm, as though dancing.

The remaining guests stared blankly at them. You two really are terrifyingly good at this!

[If I were Su Yu, I'd turn around and run. This is public humiliation on the spot!]

[I've realized that whenever Shen Ting and Yan Yi are around, I can't stop smiling. Hahaha.]

[Shen Ting's going way too far. This has to be a made-up rumor.]

[Exactly. Hugs for my baby Su Yu. Shen Ting must be jealous that Best Actor Si treats our baby Su Yu so well.]

[Not necessarily. Word on the grapevine is that this really did happen.]

[You above, tell us more.]

[Well, that's a long story. It was a bright and breezy night...]

After spending most of the day traveling by plane, everyone finally arrived that evening at the villa the production team had rented.

Meng Yun's stomach growled as he lay sprawled on the living room sofa, utterly drained.

"Seriously, are we still not having dinner?" Meng Yun felt he was about to lose control of his spoiled young master's temper.

Although Bai Yuanyuan said nothing, her expression was equally unpleasant. Even if she was often on a diet, surely they could at least give her a vegetable salad.

Su Weiwang kept his head down, quietly making himself inconspicuous.

Shen Rui sat on the sofa with the imposing air of a domineering CEO, his eyes flicking toward Su Yu and Shen Ting from time to time, full of conflict.

"How about I go check the kitchen for ingredients and make everyone something? I'm not a particularly good cook, so please don't mind." Su Yu tucked the loose strands of hair in front of his face behind his ear and looked gently at everyone.

"Su Yu, there's no need to be modest. Your cooking is excellent." Si Chen looked at Su Yu with a smile.

Su Yu looked shyly at Si Chen. "You flatter me, Mr. Si. That night on set, I just happened to want a late-night snack. Unfortunately, it was so late that I only made something simple. I'm just glad you didn't mind."

Leaning against Yan Yi, Shen Ting quietly watched the scheming little fake blossom once more, crunching away at an apple he had found somewhere.

Yan Yi smiled as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.