What Does That Have to Do with Me?

A gentle female voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see Su Wanyue standing behind him.

"When did you get here?" Gu Yanzhou wore a smile as he discreetly probed.

Su Wanyue said, "Just now. I saw you standing here alone, lost in thought. What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Gu Yanzhou shook his head. "No, I was just wondering how the production team would make things difficult for us today."

Remembering what had happened last night, Su Wanyue reassured him, "They probably won't. The production team wouldn't dare go too far."

"Even if they do make things difficult, we'll face it together."

Using his body to shield their hands from view, Gu Yanzhou quietly squeezed hers. "Yes, together. There's no problem we can't solve."

Su Wanyue looked up, and their eyes happened to meet. In an instant, affection flowed between their gazes.

In Su Wanyue's livestream.

[Wow, Yueyue and President Gu are so sweet.]

[Yueyue and President Gu are a perfect match.]

[Moved by love, restrained by propriety. President Gu is so in love. He's much better than that so-called young master, who ended up sleeping with someone else in less than a night.]

[Wanyue-Yanzhou forever! Hope they last.]

[May Wanyue and Yanzhou always be happy.]

[I'm so happy without Xie Dog here. I hope Xie Dog never shows up again.]

Xie Yuan returned to the bedroom with his clothes more than half soaked.

As soon as he appeared on camera again, the comments came pouring in.

[Young Master Xie's only been gone a little while, but I actually missed him.]

[What did you miss, person above? Young Master Xie's mouth that can roast people to death? You've definitely got a bit of a masochistic streak.]

[Wow, Young Master Xie looks so soft and sweet. I never expected him to have such a great body. Even I'm tempted, and I'm a guy.]

[Young Master Xie must have worked out pretty hard. He's sweating this much after just half an hour.]

[Could sweating that much mean he's weak? I'm a little worried about Mu Ze's future happiness in bed.]

[Is this the wet-shirt seduction they talk about on TV? Kind of tempting.]

Unaware of the viewers' fantasies, Xie Yuan grabbed a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

With him out of sight, the viewers felt a little disappointed.

[That was too short. I hadn't had my fill yet.]

[Wait, dude, that sounds way too suggestive.]

[Why did he have to grab clothes? We're all family here. There's no need to treat us like strangers.]

[That's called preserving his male virtue. I'm so jealous of Mu Ze.]

When Xie Yuan came out of the bathroom, he immediately spotted Mu Ze in the bedroom.

Mu Ze stepped forward, took the towel from him, and dried his hair.

Once it seemed about right, Mu Ze rubbed a lock of soft hair between his fingers. "Want it a little drier?"

Xie Yuan looked up from his phone and brushed the hair over his forehead. "This is fine. It's hot out. It'll dry soon."

Mu Ze put down the towel. "Want me to style it for you?"

"You can even do that?" Xie Yuan sounded a little surprised, then shook his head. "No need. Good-looking people look good no matter what."

Mu Ze's gaze fell on Xie Yuan's lowered profile. He thoroughly agreed.

"Sometimes I need to style my hair but don't want to find someone to do it, so I learned a little."

"Men's hairstyles are pretty easy to manage."

Mu Ze picked up the towel. "Breakfast is ready. Go downstairs first."

Xie Yuan stood up. "What about you? Aren't you eating?"

Mu Ze raised the towel in his hand. "I'll wash the towel first, along with the clothes you were just wearing. It won't take long."

Xie Yuan sat back down on the bed. "I'll wait for you."

"Okay. I'll be quick." Mu Ze went into the bathroom.

Another wave of envy and praise swept through the comments.

[Mu Ze is so good at taking care of a home. I really want a partner like him.]

[Young Master Xie is so lucky. He came on the show to cause trouble for someone and still managed to meet such a good man as Mu Ze.]

[Suddenly I really wish I could transmigrate into Young Master Xie.]

[I approve of this marriage. Nobody's changing my mind.]

[A lazy, useless young master bottom and his domestically gifted, husband-spoiling top. Why am I kind of into this?]

Those who got it had already started shipping the two.

When Mu Ze said he would be quick, he really meant it.

He came out of the bathroom in probably less than five minutes.

"All done. Let's go have breakfast."

The two left the bedroom one after the other.

The other pairs of guests were already waiting in the living room.

It was only breakfast, so the production team hadn't made things difficult for the guests.

Seeing the two only just coming downstairs, Wang Zihua, who hadn't eaten much last night, looked displeased.

"Young Master Xie, could you show a little more enthusiasm next time?"

"As the saying goes, if you're not eager to eat, there's something wrong with your head."

"All of us have been waiting for you alone."

Xie Yuan glanced at him and sat down in an empty seat. "I didn't ask you to wait."

"If you didn't want to, you could've eaten first."

Wang Zihua raised his voice a little. "You think I wanted to wait?"

"The production team wouldn't let us."

"Oh." Xie Yuan's voice was indifferent. "Look how hungry our Young Master Wang is. Anyone who didn't know better would think the Wang Family was mistreating you."

Having eaten the least at dinner last night, Su Wanyue felt a faint cramp in her stomach. "Young Master Xie, Young Master Wang was just a little impatient. You shouldn't say that about him."

"How about you apologize to him, and we leave it at that?"

"How about no?" Xie Yuan folded his arms across his chest. "Who do you think you are?"

Su Wanyue's expression froze, her face darkening a little. She instinctively looked at Gu Yanzhou.

Seeing his beloved being wronged, Gu Yanzhou had just opened his mouth when the host, Teacher He, appeared.

"Since you're all hungry, let's have breakfast first."

The production staff brought out breakfast.

There was quite a variety: soup dumplings, fried dough sticks, soy milk, eggs, and corn.

They filled the table, enough for all eight people to eat their fill.

Mu Ze sat beside Xie Yuan and leaned a little closer to him. "I made millet porridge in the kitchen. Would you like some?"

"Get me a bowl." Xie Yuan nodded.

Mu Ze got up and went into the kitchen, soon returning with two bowls of millet porridge.

The thick, golden millet porridge gave off steam and wafts of grain fragrance.

The guests had already started eating. When they saw Mu Ze bring out the bowls and set them on the table, the thick, golden millet porridge immediately caught their attention.

Su Wanyue's stomach felt uncomfortable, and the millet porridge looked very tempting.

Gu Yanzhou had the standard domineering CEO condition: stomach trouble. At home, he would always have a bowl of hot porridge in the morning before his stomach felt a little better.

Seeing the millet porridge, he spoke directly to a staff member. "Get me a bowl of porridge."

The staff member looked troubled. "President Gu, millet porridge isn't part of the breakfast we prepared."

"Mu Ze made it himself, and he bought the millet too."

Gu Yanzhou frowned, his gaze falling on Mu Ze.

He disliked this non-celebrity who had been paired with Xie Yuan as a temporary couple.

He felt that Mu Ze wasn't worthy of Xie Yuan in any respect.

While Gu Yanzhou was in a difficult position, Su Wanyue said considerately, "Mu Ze, could you get Yanzhou a bowl of millet porridge?"

"Yanzhou has stomach trouble. If he doesn't have some hot porridge in the morning, his stomach will bother him all day."

Gu Yanzhou looked touched and quietly squeezed Su Wanyue's hand under the table.

Mu Ze looked up. "What does that have to do with me?"

At those words, Su Wanyue froze for a moment. Once she understood what he meant, her expression turned uglier.

She hadn't expected Mu Ze, a non-celebrity, to dare speak to her like that.

"Mu Ze, what do you mean?"