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

Having grown accustomed to playfully bickering and teasing Gu Yan, Wen Yao was caught off guard by his sudden apology.

Wen Yao: ?????

After a long pause, the girl cleared her throat and said awkwardly:

"It's not entirely your fault. Your mother didn't tell us anything at the time, so it's only natural that you would be torn between your mother and Gu Yuan."

"The past is the past. Let's spend the New Year together from now on, brother."

The final syllable of the last word was so faint as to be almost inaudible.

But Gu Yan still heard it, and his eyes widened suddenly: "What did you call me?"

It's not Gu Yan, not the sweet-talking older brother he calls out to for the sake of playing a brother and sister with deep affection.

Instead, it was just a simple, ordinary "Brother."

But Gu Yan found it unbelievable.

"Are you a descendant of the deaf?" Wen Yao muttered under her breath. It always felt awkward to ask her to call him "brother" again, so she changed the subject, "Hey? Fu Wanzhou seems to be coming..."

"I think he's courting death!" Gu Yan was furious. He smoothed his hair back, preparing to use his Iron Head Kung Fu to send Fu Wanzhou flying, only to find that Fu Wanzhou was being pulled into drinking by Lu Anbo.

"..."

He realized he had been tricked by Wen Yao. He turned around and saw that the spot where Wen Yao had been standing was now empty.

...

Wen Yao's alcohol tolerance was really not good. She hadn't been drinking for very long, but on her way back to her room, she kept staggering.

"Is this...this is the one?"

Wen Yao looked uncertainly at the house number in front of her.

There are eight small rooms on the yacht. They were just randomly assigned, and Wen Yao, who was tipsy, had long forgotten which room she was in.

She turned the doorknob and looked around to check.

Seeing his backpack and coat on the sofa, he finally felt relieved. He stumbled a few steps and collapsed onto the headboard.

So much so that she overlooked the soft, dripping sound of water coming from the bathroom...

From the moment Wen Yao stepped into the room, Fu Qianchuan's exceptional hearing detected it.

He turned off the shower and recognized Wen Yao from the footsteps.

They were caught in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Qianchuan secretly decided to take a shower before going out to see Wen Yao.

She likes clean and refreshing styles.

The sound of water stopped.

Fu Qianchuan haphazardly dried his hair with a bath towel, his gaze sweeping over the black bathrobe beside him before shifting away.

He changed into a comfortable pair of gray lounge pants, and cleverly left shirtless, simply opening the bathroom door—

at the same time.

Unable to resist the audience's urging, the production team started pulling stunts again.

[Everyone's Trying to Survive V]: By popular demand, we're now starting a [Random Check] segment in the live stream. Let's sneak a peek at what each guest is doing after the live stream ends!

Is it that exciting?

[The production team really knows how to play this game!!]

Wow, is it a hidden camera shoot? That means we can see the real state of each guest!

I've been waiting for this for ages!

...

There were some camera positions set up by the production team on the yacht, not many, but they were usable.

The moment the live stream lit up, countless viewers flooded in!

Water droplets rolling down to the collarbone, chest muscles flexed in extra workout, abs deliberately taut...

The moment you open the screen, you're hit with a critical strike!

[This is amazing, male mom! I'm so happy!]

Good heavens, where did this compassionate male bodhisattva come from!

Is this level of explicit content... something we should all be able to watch?

Director Cui, you keep the people in your heart, and the people hold you high!

...

The camera then shifts to Wen Yao, who is fast asleep on the bed.

audience:"……"

Young people are so healthy, they can fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow!

Well, isn't Uncle Fu just throwing himself at a blind man?

Wait a minute... why are Uncle Fu and Yao Mei in the same room?!

[I saw Mei Bao's bag! Uncle Fu looks so handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, I never expected him to be such a scumbag who sneaked into our Mei Bao's room!]

[Besides Mei Bao's bag, I also saw Uncle Fu's bag. Is it possible that Uncle Fu helped Mei Bao with her bag and temporarily put it in his room, and then Mei Bao went into the wrong room?]

Be bold, maybe they've gotten back together and are secretly living together all along.

I have a feeling that Yanzi is about to break down again...

...

Fu Qianchuan stopped restrainedly a few meters away from the bed.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at the sleeping girl's face.

Wen Yao was sleeping on her side, with a few strands of her thick, long hair falling across her face.

She seemed a little itchy, and rubbed her milky-white cheek against the blanket.

Fu Qianchuan raised his hand, wanting to touch it, but ultimately withdrew it.

"Yao Yao." The man's voice was low and husky as he called out softly, "Wake up, you've come to the wrong room."

Wen Yao mumbled something incoherently, turned over, and ignored her.

Fu Qianchuan knew there was no reasoning with Xiao Zuijiu, so he pressed his temples and prepared to take his luggage to Wen Yao's room.

Laughter and chatter could be heard coming from the corridor.

Fu Qianchuan remained inactive, worried that if others saw this, it would damage Wen Yao's reputation.

By a twist of fate, within just a minute or two, Wen Yao on the bed suddenly started coughing.

A drunk person is very likely to choke on vomit.

Fu Qianchuan was still worried, so he turned back.

He gently patted Wen Yao's back, and the cough finally stopped.

Fu Qianchuan got up to leave, but his clothes were pulled back by a small force.

"Water..." the girl said, her eyes misting over, "I want to drink water..."

Fu Qianchuan: "Okay."

He was about to get some water when Wen Yao grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let go.

Fu Qianchuan chuckled, his tone a mix of helplessness and doting: "Yaoyao, let go first, otherwise how am I supposed to pour you water?"

Wen Yao's eyelashes fluttered, her clear black and white deer-like eyes glistening with moisture. She pondered seriously for a few seconds, then instead of letting go of Fu Qianchuan, she extended her other hand towards him:

"Idiot, why don't you just carry me over?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, yet she was extremely self-righteous.

Who's the real idiot here...?

Fu Qianchuan sighed; he really had no way to deal with her.

He whispered an apology, picked the person up from the bed, and placed them on the sofa.

Throughout the entire process, he maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, avoiding touching any parts that shouldn't be touched.

There was a small coffee table next to the sofa. Fu Qianchuan unscrewed the mineral water bottle, poured it into a cup, and handed it to Wen Yao: "Drink some water."

The world before Wen Yao's eyes seemed to be spinning, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise.

The boat is turning, the cup is turning, and the people are turning.

Wen Yao tried to open her eyes wide and barely made out the pair of large, strong hands with distinct joints in front of her.

She took Fu Qianchuan's hand and gulped down the water.

Fu Qianchuan's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the water glass.

As he moved, Wen Yaoren swayed twice, her forehead bumping into Fu Qianchuan's eight-pack abs...

"Hiss." She gasped, still groggy. "Why is there a wall...?"

[Hmm? Is it hard? Tell me more, little sister!]

[What walls? I'm a winemaker, this wine is top-tier!]

I'm a theorist, so let's get practical!

I'm a historian, and this is the ninth century!

Wow, what a gathering of heroes!