Wake up, darlings!

After several rounds of drinks and plenty of food, Xie Lin got up to use the bathroom.

"Perfect, I need to go too."

He Jianing stood up after him. Xie Lin looked at him in bewilderment.

"Are you an elementary schooler? Do you need someone to hold your hand when you go to the bathroom?"

"..."

"Don't follow me!"

He Jianing swayed where he stood. As Xie Lin passed him, he suddenly dropped to the ground as though someone had shoved him.

He reached back to brace himself, pressed his palm against the grit, and sucked in a sharp breath.

When he raised his hand, several small cuts marked his palm, beads of blood slowly seeping out.

He Jianing cried out.

"Xie Lin, what are you doing?"

[Shit, is Xie Lin sick in the head? Why did he push our darling Jianing?]

[He just wanted to go to the bathroom with him! If he didn't want to, he could've said no. Did he have to get physical?]

[I knew ages ago that Xie Lin was a shitty person. First he beat up Fu Yunxi, and now he's pushing He Jianing.]

[Xie Lin, get out of showbiz!]

[Ha, I don't get it. That hidden camera clearly didn't catch anything. What are you basing your claim that Xie Lin pushed him on?]

[These must be those braindead fans everyone talks about.]

Zhou Shuyuan stepped forward to help him up, turning his head to glance at Xie Lin.

"Jianing, are you all right?"

Xie Lin froze for a moment, then glanced at Zhou Shuyuan.

"You think I pushed him too?"

"No, no, no, I don't think that. I just didn't see it, so I won't comment."

Xie Lin chuckled. So that's how you want to play?

He darted over to the two men, who were still standing together, and grinned at He Jianing.

Then he grabbed his shoulders and flicked his wrists.

He Jianing cried out as his body instantly toppled backward.

Before the back of his head hit the ground, Xie Lin hauled him up and shoved him the other way.

Then-

He hauled him back again.

And shoved him out again.

Over and over!

Zhou Shuyuan's hand had long since been knocked away.

Now he stared in shock at He Jianing, who was being shoved back and forth like a wobble toy.

"Xie Lin, you..."

Lu Ye patted his shoulder.

"See that? Now that's an authentic Xie Lin shove!"

"..."

There really was no need for a demonstration.

By now, He Jianing's mouth was crooked, his eyes were askew and unfocused, and white foam kept spilling from his mouth.

[Uh, won't that scramble his brains?]

[AAAAAAH, Xie Lin, fucking let go of our darling Jianing! I'll fight you!]

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy fucking shit! Xie Lin, I'm going to kill you!]

[LMAO, everyone who said our Tao Miaomiao pushed someone earlier, take a look! This is what pushing looks like!]

[I don't dare open my eyes. Please let this be a hallucination~]

[You know what? Those dance moves are pretty graceful!]

[Tao Miaomiao is amazing. Absolutely refuses to get trapped into proving his innocence!]

[Xie Lin: Didn't you say I pushed him? Let me demonstrate...]

Several minutes later, Xie Lin loosened his grip.

He Jianing spun around, swayed, and collapsed to the ground.

He stared dazedly at the stars overhead and discovered that those points of light were raining down on his head.

"The stars... are falling?"

Then he rolled over and vomited with a retch.

"Ew!"

Xie Lin twitched his mouth in disgust, clapped his hands off, and headed upstairs to use the bathroom.

Lu Ye followed him with a grin, his mouth full of extravagant praise.

"Wifey, you're sho amazing! How'd you do dat?"

"Tsk, talk properly. Untwist your tongue!"

"Hehe, wifey, you're the best!"

"Get lost!"

Since he had finished eating anyway, he didn't go back downstairs. He showered and got ready for bed.

He had just lain down, planning to play a few rounds of a tile-matching game to help him sleep, when his phone suddenly rang, startling him so badly that he nearly dropped it on his face.

It was an unfamiliar number.

Definitely a phone scam!

Without a second thought, Xie Lin hung up.

He had only just opened the game when it rang again.

Helpless, he answered.

The instant he pressed the button, a woman's shrieking came through.

"You fucking jinx, you deserve to die! I'll * your **, you *..."

Xie Lin hung up.

The caller tried again, and he answered.

"You little **, I'll fucking * you to death, you *&#@..."

Xie Lin hung up again.

After taking a couple of seconds to recover, the caller rang again.

Hearing the woman panting into the receiver, he snorted.

"Can you talk properly now? Who the fuck are you? You started off cursing my whole family!"

"Your whole family? Do you even fucking have a family? You &%￥#..."

Xie Lin hung up again.

This time, the caller took longer to recover, waiting over a minute before ringing again.

"Tell me who you are first, or I'm calling the police right now."

"I'm Jiang Song's mother!"

Xie Lin froze for a moment.

Wasn't Jiang Song Fu Yingying's ready-made husband?

The one getting cheated on left, right, and center!

His eyes suddenly lit up, a certain suspicion quietly rising in his mind.

"I don't care whose mother you are. If you have something to say, say it!"

"Did you know Yingying lost her baby? You upset her so much that she miscarried! Otherwise, how could a perfectly healthy baby just be gone?"

Just as I thought!

He spoke with a smile.

"Instead of suspecting that I upset her into a miscarriage, why don't you investigate how she got pregnant with that baby?"

"As if I need you to tell me! That baby was one of ours!"

"What I mean is..."

Xie Lin paused for a moment.

"Are you sure there wasn't something wrong with the baby from the moment it was conceived?"

"Ha! You expect me to believe you?"

"The Fu family set the Jiang family up. If you don't believe me, investigate it. I'll point you in the right direction. You can start with Huikang Hospital..."

The woman seemed about to start swearing again, but someone beside her stopped her.

Several seconds passed before a man's voice came from the other end.

"Xie Lin, do you know something?"

Xie Lin was quite familiar with that voice. It was Jiang Song.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Why not look into it yourselves?"

After a long while, the other party hung up without another word.

The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

If Fu Yingying wanted to pin this on him, she would have to see whether he was willing to take it.

Jiang Song couldn't possibly have been persuaded by a single remark from him. He must have had his suspicions beforehand.

Besides, when Zhao Yating had come to cause trouble for him, he had started a livestream...

Xie Lin chuckled a few times and pillowed his head on his hands.

Let them tear each other apart!

Ah-time to sleep!

Xie Lin felt as though he had only just fallen asleep when a deafening sound from the courtyard jolted him awake.

"Wake up, darlings!!!!!"

He sat up, rubbed his pounding chest, and picked up his phone to check the time-

Four thirty in the morning!

Even beasts of burden didn't get up this early!

Darlings, his ass. Fuck your darlings!

He pushed open the window, his hair a bird's nest.

Next door, Lu Ye was yawning too, leaning over the railing to look down.

When he saw Xie Lin poke his head out, the tuft of hair on top bobbing, his eyes curved slightly.

Wifey was so cute!

Even though he looked seriously pissed off-

He was still so cute!

Immediately afterward, heads popped out upstairs and downstairs.

Every face looked unhappy.

The moment Xie Lin left his room, he slumped against the doorframe, so sleepy that his body began sliding down.

Just as his face was about to hit the floor, Lu Ye turned around helplessly, hoisted him onto his back, and slowly headed downstairs.

Even after they boarded the production team's bus and Lu Ye settled him into a seat, he still didn't wake up.

He simply changed positions and kept sleeping.

[Holy shit, pulling an all-nighter comes with perks like this?]

[Why did the livestream start so early today? Aren't they sleepy?]

[Of course they're sleepy. Tao Miaomiao's eyes are still closed.]

[Fuck, that scared me. I set a reminder and thought I was dreaming!]

[Bolted upright from my deathbed, and the King of Hell said, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Fuck, I can't with this. This production team seems sick in the head!]