Fu Dog, what do you think?

Looking at the varied expressions before him, Fu Yanci stepped out of the doorway and gently closed the door.

"Can't you see the rakes downstairs?"

"Three teeth are plenty. Stop blocking my way. Do none of you have anything to do?"

What were they trying to do, swarming his doorway like this?! Fight him for his wife? They must have had a death wish.

"I-!"

Ren Wuyang clapped a hand over Song Wenjing's mouth. Apart from Song Wenjing, everyone silently shut their mouths and cleared a path for Fu Yanci.

"Go ahead, bro. We'll take Song Wenjing to wash his hair right now."

Dragging Song Wenjing behind him, Lin Yuxuan stepped out of the doorway with a smile.

The group watched Fu Yanci leave and all breathed a sigh of relief. Before they could finish exhaling, however, the man who had left came back.

Her heart leaped into her throat. Meeting Fu Yanci's gaze, Ren Anwen's breath caught. "F-Fu Yanci, is there anything else?"

Fu Yanci said, "Weren't you washing his hair? What are you still standing there for? Walk ahead of me."

He couldn't leave a single threat behind, especially not standing outside his room. He was taking them all away!

"Huh?"

Walk ahead of Fu Yanci?!

Were they trying to get themselves killed? What if Fu Yanci attacked them from behind?!

Chi Shuran shook her head in resistance, reluctance written all over her face. "I'm going back to my room. He can wash his own hair."

"I'll go back with you, sis. I haven't finished unpacking anyway."

Not wanting to stay with a bunch of men, Ren Anwen followed Chi Shuran and slammed the door shut in front of everyone with a bang.

With two dealt with, Fu Yanci turned to the others and planted himself directly in front of the four men. "Song Wenjing probably can't comb his hair with a rake by himself, can he? Aren't you going to help him?"

"Of course we are. How could we not? We're heading downstairs right now."

After saying that, Gu Zijin exchanged a glance with Lin Yuxuan. The two of them grabbed Song Wenjing between them and hurried toward the stairs. Seeing that he was the only one left, Ren Wuyang hastily followed.

"Hey, wait for me!"

[What do two extremes look like? Fu Yanci's double standards are here to explain. (☆^ー^☆) Your fellow netizen customer service is here to answer your questions.]

[The crown prince is teaching live. Anyone who wants to learn, have your pen and paper ready and pay attention.]

[Well? Man, why won't you let anyone near that room? What did you do to our Chi An? (◣_◢)]

[Fu Yanci, my sis is asking you a question. Answer her! You've made her so mad her eyes have turned into triangles.]

[Why does someone with such double standards exist? They're all human, but his attitudes are worlds apart. Is Song Wenjing really that worthless?]

[If someone asks me how to explain Fu Yanci's double standards, I'll ask her why polar bears from the North Pole can't live at the South Pole.]

[...So why?]

[...Because they're called North Pole bears.]

Fu Yanci went downstairs without paying the four men any attention. He went straight to Mr. Xu to ask for a water jug, then quickly returned upstairs.

Before leaving, he deliberately glanced at the four men boiling water and flashed an eerie smile, warning, "If I catch you again, you won't escape even if you sleep with your eyes open tonight."

He would hang every last one of them from a tree!

At those words, Song Wenjing, Ren Wuyang, Lin Yuxuan, and Gu Zijin all stopped breathing for a moment, their pupils contracting sharply. Mommy! ゞ◎Д◎ヾ!

"Song Wenjing, Fu Yanci must have been in high demand before, right? Did all the escape rooms want to hire him?" Lin Yuxuan couldn't help asking as he reached into the pot to test the water temperature.

"Bro, it's warm enough. You can stick your head in the pot now."

"Oh, I brought the rake too. Want to comb it first?"

Ren Wuyang waved the thing in his hand at the others, his gaze sincere.

Song Wenjing said, "So instead of dying at Fu Yanci's hands, I'll get killed by you two first?"

Maddening people, maddening problems, a maddening life. That was what he was living.

Outside the room, Fu Yanci stood silently at the door, his gaze cold and unfathomable as he looked at the cameraman who had followed him.

The cameraman's face was pale, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and trickling down his cheeks.

The cameraman swallowed nervously, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "Um... we still need to keep filming as usual, so I have to g-go in with you." His voice trembled slightly; he had clearly felt the pressure from Fu Yanci too.

Fu Yanci, however, didn't answer. He simply stared silently at the camera in his hands, seemingly considering something.

Under the pressure of Fu Yanci's gaze, the cameraman felt his legs begin trembling uncontrollably again and debated whether he should hurry away.

"He's sleeping. You need to film that too?"

He had thought he wouldn't get a response from Fu Yanci, never expecting him to speak so suddenly. His heart skipped a beat before he quickly recovered. "Ah, just let me film him for a moment. I only need to show the viewers that Chi An really is asleep."

The tension eased. Fu Yanci opened the door and stepped aside, revealing Chi An asleep with his head on the table behind him. Once he was certain the camera had captured him, he quickly turned back to block the view. "All right, you can go."

"Okay, okay."

The cameraman hurried off in a blind rush, turning without the slightest hesitation. Even his retreating figure looked considerably more relaxed.

[Mommy said stingy men never get wives. Fu Dog, what do you think?]

[Fu Dog, show me your biceps. If you can't knock me dead, I'm hiring a strongman to come find you. I'm getting Chi An no matter what.]

[Have you kicked a drug habit before? How did you resist taking a bite of Chi An's face?]

[How do you know he didn't? Only half of Chi An's face was visible on camera (⋋▂⋌)!]

[The crown prince really is the crown prince. We can't even look at Chi An on a free variety show, and now he's making us pay in spirit like some premium service. Is money beneath him now?]

[There's one more thing in this world money can't buy: a look at Chi An's face.]

"Why has this guy run off again?!"

"Chi An's asleep, but Fu Yanci isn't, is he?!"

Faced with the director's roars, the staff indicated that they were already used to it. They could even nod along while continuing their work.

"Director, you could contact the crown prince yourself and have him connect through his phone, with the camera pointed at himself. That way, we can film him without worrying about getting Chi An in the shot."

"After all, the crown prince mainly just doesn't want Chi An filmed."

The staff member's offhand suggestion suddenly brought the director to his senses. He stared at the screen for a while, then slapped his thigh. "Great idea! You're getting an extra drumstick tonight!"

"I'm putting you in charge of this. Go call Fu Yanci."

"What?! Director! I'm terrible with words. You should do it. What if I say something that offends the crown prince?!"

She had only tossed out a random idea in a moment of loose talk! If she had to make the call herself, she could already imagine the crown prince's tone through the phone.