This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

In a moment——

Wow, Uncle Trump's opening remarks were absolutely brilliant!

[Warning: The young master is about to explode! Seriously, who wouldn't have a mental breakdown if they and their uncle both fell for the same person...?]

[Wow! No wonder he's got a family history of being love-struck; how did he manage to say something so explosive in such a calm tone?!]

[Matchmaker, did you see this? This is how you tie my red thread! Tall, long-legged, narrow-waisted, broad-shouldered, and blind to anything but be my one and only simp.]

Sisters, this is a live stream, not a wishing well!

...

With a buzzing sound, Fu Wanzhou's mind went completely blank!

His most respected and admired uncle, who never got close to women, used that familiar, calm face to say he wanted to be the dog of his beloved girl.

Anger burned fiercely, and the mind lost its rationality.

Fu Wanzhou threw a punch: "Shut up!"

Fu Qianchuan dodged to the side.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fu Qianchuan caught Wen Yao's gaze, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly. When Fu Wanzhou's second punch came, he slowed down his dodge speed a few seconds!

"boom!"

The punch landed squarely on Fu Qianchuan's left cheek!

A man in a fit of rage possesses terrifying strength.

Fu Qianchuan's handsome face became visibly red and swollen.

Fu Wanzhou was stunned.

The viewers in the live stream were also stunned.

No one, including Fu Wanzhou, actually expected that he could hit Fu Qianchuan.

The girl's concerned voice pulled Fu Wanzhou back to reality from her daze:

"Fu Qianchuan!"

He watched helplessly as his uncle, a former special forces soldier who was as strong as an ox, staggered and swayed precariously, about to collapse.

She's even more delicate than Lin Daiyu.

Wen Yao quickly helped Fu Qianchuan up: "Hey, are you alright?"

Fu Qianchuan said weakly, "I'm...I'm alright."

Fu Wanzhou was dumbfounded.

"Yao-mei, don't believe him. He's in great physical condition. How could he not stand up because of one punch from me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Qianchuan coughed a few times.

Wen Yao quickly patted his back and said softly, "Let me help you to sit down over there."

Fu Qianchuan, barely able to speak, said, "Th...thank you."

Fu Wanzhou was going crazy and was on the verge of a breakdown.

"What are you pretending for, you green tea b*tch!"

Wen Yao covered Fu Qianchuan's ears: "Do you think I can't tell whether he's a green tea b*tch or not? Look how badly he's coughing, just shut up!"

The viewers in the live stream were thoroughly entertained.

Old ginger is spicier, and old tea is more fragrant.

Who says this green tea is old? This green tea is fantastic!

Now I finally understand why guys can't tell if someone's a "green tea bitch" (a manipulative woman). Look at Uncle Fu, this tough guy suddenly becomes so delicate—who could resist!

...

Fu Wanzhou was in a state of utter distress, unable to express her grievances.

He pointed at Fu Qianchuan, his voice trembling, and he could barely speak.

Seeing this, Fu Qianchuan coughed even more violently.

Wen Yao glared at Fu Wanzhou immediately.

Fu Wanzhou: "..."

Okay, okay, okay!

From an angle that Wen Yao cannot see—

Fu Wanzhou gave Fu Qianchuan the middle finger.

Fu Qianchuan raised his long eyebrows at Fu Wanzhou.

They went back and forth, locked in a fierce confrontation.

Wen Yao wandered around for a while, picked some herbs, and applied them to Fu Qianchuan's face.

That handsome face with its distinct features was so close, his eyelashes were thick and black, and even curlier than many girls'.

The eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, and upon closer inspection, they are revealed to be the most affectionate peach blossom eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Yao asked.

The man, who never even flinched when bleeding or injured, actually hummed softly, "It hurts."

Fu Wanzhou, unable to bear it any longer, let out a sharp scream: "Aaaaaah!!"