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

The audience heard a commotion of chickens flying and dogs barking—

"Director Cui! Calm down! Put down the nail clippers!"

"I'm going to kill this little bastard!"

"No, I meant nail clippers aren't dangerous. You should at least use a fruit knife!"

"..."

"Also, Yao Mei took a private jet back to Nancheng, but you don't have a private jet! The earliest flight you can take is tomorrow!"

"........."

Director Cui clutched his chest, feeling deeply hurt.

Director Cheng, on the contrary, was more composed.

"It's just ordering a male model, what's the big deal? Can't our Yao-mei broaden her horizons?"

"What a shame!"

"Don't worry, Yao knows what she's doing," Director Cheng said calmly. "All you have to do is trust her."

Besides, why is Jiang Jinghuai so magnanimous?

Because the toxic fan only breaks down when it comes to the real sister-in-law.

If you don't believe me, try replacing the male model with Fu Qianchuan; he definitely won't bring Wen Yao.

...

bar.

After recovering from her initial shock, Wen Yao forced herself to remain calm and picked up the wine glass on the table.

Jiang Jinghuai remained calm and replaced the cocktail in front of her with hot milk.

Wen Yao:?

Are you alright? Who's the kind person who comes to a bar for hot milk?

"Hello, sister. I've been learning classical dance since elementary school. Let me dance a piece for you."

A boy wearing a white linen shirt stepped forward to perform a talent, which caught Wen Yao's attention.

As a traditional Chinese style background music started playing, the boy began to dance, and his movements showed that he had a very good foundation in dance.

However, as the music reached its climax, he cleverly twisted his waist.

The linen material is lightweight, so you can easily lift the hem to reveal a few slender abs...

Jiang Jinghuai rested his hand on the back of the dinette seat, making it look from behind as if he were holding Wen Yao in his arms.

In the smallest details, a hidden possessiveness is revealed.

"Looking at it so intently, does your sister like this one?"

"It's just so-so," Wen Yao said stubbornly.

Jiang Jinghuai chuckled and beckoned the classical dance boy to come and sit down.

The boy was very perceptive; he didn't dare pour Wen Yao any wine, but instead stuck toothpicks into all the fruit on the fruit platter and fed Wen Yao a piece.

"Sister, try it, is it sweet?"

Wen Yao didn't want to eat it either, but she couldn't resist the puppy's adorable pleading, and succumbed to his calls of "sister" again and again...

She let out a soft "ah" and tasted a piece of watermelon.

Just as she was wondering where to spit out the watermelon seeds, the little puppy opened its palm towards her:

"Just spit it into my hand, sister~"

[What little puppy? Isn't this a cunning little dog?]

What's wrong with being a little cunning? As long as he's willing to put in the effort for his sister, that's fine.

[Very well, very well, I'll leave you the token and give you a sachet. Your Phoenix Spring Grace carriage will come to pick you up tonight!]

[Isn't my phone a touchscreen? Why can't I feel the little puppy's abs?]

...

Other male models followed suit, showcasing their talents one after another.

Some were singing, some were dancing, and some were playing musical instruments.

The guy in the black leather jacket, the arrogant and unruly young wolf, who was highly requested by the audience, conjured up a rose for Wen Yao with a cool and unrestrained face.

"give you."

Wen Yao's eyes sparkled.

The young man raised an eyebrow: "You like it?"

Wen Yao: "Thank you, the flowers are beautiful."

What girl doesn't like flowers?

Upon hearing this, the little wolf dog conjured up another rose and tucked it behind Wen Yao's ear.

Their gazes met unintentionally.

The young wolf-dog stared intently at Wen Yao.

The girl remained expressionless, but his ears gradually turned completely red.

The young man coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "She is more beautiful than a flower."

The comments section was flooded with "Ahhh!"

【This is good, this is good! 】

[This guy's unexpected way of saying sweet nothings is so surprising!]

Where is propriety? Where is shame? Where is morality? Where is our place?

Humanity and womanly virtue, coming right away!

...

In the end, the only ones left to keep Wen Yao company while she drank milk were the little puppy, the little wolf, and Jiang Jinghuai.

Jiang Jinghuai suggested, "Shall we play a game?"

Little puppy: "Okay, what does big sister like? Rolling dice? Holding fingers?"

Young wolfhound: "Passing the Pocky cookie with your mouth?"

Wen Yao thought for a moment: "Rock, paper, scissors?"

Her suggestion was met with no objection from the group.

The rules of the game are simple: if you lose, Wen Yao drinks milk and the others drink alcohol.

Wen Yao was lucky and rarely lost.

Even puppy and wolf cub have their tricks up their sleeves.

The unluckiest person was Jiang Jinghuai.

Even though he had a good tolerance for alcohol, he became slightly tipsy after drinking several times.

After tilting his head back and drinking it all in one gulp once again, Jiang Jinghuai slumped and fell onto Wen Yao's shoulder.

Wen Yao frowned: "Get up."

Jiang Jinghuai was tipsy, and his voice was hoarse: "Sister, I'm so dizzy~"

puppy: ?

Young wolfhound: ?

Having been in nightclubs for so long, they could easily tell the difference between being truly drunk and faking it. They were as clear-headed as mirrors and could tell at a glance that Jiang Jinghuai was completely faking it!

Wen Yao patted his face: "Really?"

Puppy/Wolf: Is that bag fake?!

Jiang Jinghuai's eyes welled up with tears, glistening with moisture: "Hmm~ My heart is beating so fast, sister, do you think I might be allergic to alcohol?"

Allergies are no small matter, especially since he's her younger brother. Wen Yao was afraid he might die, so she quickly reached out to check his pulse.

Jiang Jinghuai, however, grasped her soft little hand and placed it against his heart:

"Sister, feel my heart, is it racing?"

Little puppy: "..."

Little wolfdog: "..."

Oh no, I've run into a green tea b*tch!

[Haha, even the male models are speechless]

[Huai Zi, you damn rascal, your throat must be burning!]

[Stop pretending to be an innocent little kitten, Huai Zi, speak on your vixen's main account!]

...

Wen Yao didn't think much of it at all. Feeling Jiang Jinghuai's heart pounding like a drum, her expression changed from casual to serious.

Have you had an electrocardiogram (ECG)? Do you have an irregular heartbeat?

Jiang Jinghuai fluttered his long eyelashes: "What should I do, sister? I'm so scared~"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your sister is here." Wen Yao patted his head, speaking in a tone that was like coaxing a child.

The two male models watching were clenching their fists.

Does this work too?

I knew they were pretending to be manipulative girls too!

The next second, Wen Yao said in a serious tone:

"Wait here, I'll get you an appointment with a specialist!"

Jiang Jinghuai's lips twitched slightly: "There's no need to pour it out..."

"That won't do, you need to get treatment!" Wen Yao frowned. "There's a long queue for specialist appointments, I'll take you to the emergency room!"

She stood up abruptly and stared at the frail-looking Jiang Jinghuai for a few seconds.

"I'll carry you!"

Jiang Jinghuai: ?

puppy: ?

Young wolfhound: ?

The girl's execution was astonishing; she wrapped one arm around Jiang Jinghuai's neck and placed the other on the back of his legs.

The first time I held him, I almost dropped Jiang Jinghuai because I wasn't very skilled at it.

She apologized repeatedly, "I'm so sorry... I have no experience. Don't worry, I guarantee it will be a success this time!"

Wen Yao focused her energy in her dantian and shouted:

"Three, two, one, lift!"

Amidst the shocked gazes of the two male models, Wen Yao gracefully swept Jiang Jinghuai up in her arms!