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

In her presence, all his youthful arrogance and unruliness vanished without a trace.

He was like a little dog soaked in the rain, not caring about shaking off the water, just wanting to run after her and beg her to look at him again.

[Great! It's a straight shot, we're saved!]

【My heart is broken, Yao-mei, please pat his head/tears】

Who still remembers that he was once the prince of Beijing's elite circles, an arrogant little tyrant, but now he's willingly being treated like a dog by his sister?

The problem is, he always offered the dog leash to Mei Bao, but she just wouldn't take it, which really worried me!

...

Wen Yao was already slightly tipsy, and the wind made the alcohol kick in, making her head even more fuzzy.

She forced herself to cheer up: "Okay, I choose you, cheers!"

Fu Wanzhou grabbed her hand that was holding the glass: "You didn't choose me to drink, you didn't choose me to be your dining buddy, and you didn't choose me to eat, drink, and have fun..."

Wen Yao's eyelashes fluttered as she waited for him to continue.

Fu Wanzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and after a moment, she lowered her head in frustration.

"...What qualifications do I have to ask you to choose me?"

Wen Yao seemed to understand something, and hesitated for a moment: "What do you want me to... choose you for?"

Fu Wanzhou gave a self-deprecating laugh: "It's nothing."

“I just remembered something…” Wen Yao’s other hand was still free, and she gently poked Fu Wanzhou’s handsome face with her soft fingertips. “We’ve met before, at the wedding…”

Bang, bang, bang...

If Fu Wanzhou were wearing a fitness tracker right now, based on his heart rate reading, the tracker would probably call emergency services immediately.

Could it be... that Yao-mei also had that dream?

How can this be? !

Or perhaps it wasn't a dream, but a real parallel world...

In that world, he and Yao Mei truly had an engagement party of the century...

He unconsciously tightened his grip on Wen Yao's wrist.

The pain made Wen Yao frown. She struggled, and the wine glass wobbled, splashing liquid onto Fu Wanzhou's windbreaker.

Fu Wanzhou suddenly came to her senses and let go of her hand.

"The wedding you're talking about... is it ours?"

The man's voice trembled as he tentatively asked.

"It was a wedding we attended when we were little. I remember your mother asking my mother if we should arrange a marriage between us..."

Wen Yao's words pulled Fu Wanzhou into a vortex of memories.

That day was his cousin's wedding banquet.

Xiao Wanzhou had just started playing shooting games, and all she could think about was how to find the tablet her mother had hidden at home.

So when his mother asked him with a smile if he wanted to arrange a marriage between him and the Wen family's little sister, Fu Wanzhou's face was full of impatience.

He was standing on the second floor and could only see the back of a girl in a fluffy princess dress and black leather shoes in the garden.

Her hair was tied into two small buns with flowing ribbon bows, and her socks were also trimmed with lace. She looked like the kind of delicate, soft-spoken girl who only knew how to cry.

Xiao Wanzhou refused without hesitation: "Women will only slow me down!"

Unsurprisingly, he got a beating from his mother.

This further fueled Fu Wanzhou's rebellious spirit.

What kind of arranged marriage is this? It's all feudal dregs!

Even if he had to be a dog, he would never agree to a marriage with that little girl!

Memories are fleeting; the figure with double buns gradually overlaps with the figure with two braids in front of him.

Fu Wanzhou suddenly realized that Wen Yao was the childhood sweetheart he had rejected back then!

"Snapped--"

He slapped himself.

The crisp sound of a slap drew everyone's attention.

"what's the situation?"

"How many dishes did you have to drink to this extent?"

"Boatman, we can't slap ourselves like that!"

"..."

Despite everyone's attempts to dissuade her, Fu Wanzhou only wanted to travel back in time and slap that little idiot awake!

Draw your gun! All you ever do is draw your gun!

Your wife is right in front of you, you know that?!

Do you know what you lost even though you won the game?!

The live stream was filled with merciless mockery.

[Hahaha, Zhouzi is my source of joy today!]

Judging from Zhouzi's reaction, he definitely refused back then.

[You can even turn down a wife who's practically offered herself up... Zhouzi, I can't even be bothered to talk to you. You deserve to be single.]

...

Country N is a borderless region.

Due to the grim situation, we have been without internet and signal for several days now.

"Captain, this can't go on... According to mission instructions, we have to retreat."

“We can’t just leave like this. What will happen to those children? Two of them are of Chinese descent…”

There was a disagreement within the team, and after a heated argument, everyone's attention turned to Fu Qianchuan.

Fu Qianchuan frowned slightly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the amulet in his pocket.

“The evacuation time is approaching, and we cannot stay here. But…” He looked around, “we have to get these children with us.”

One of the more impatient team members said, "Captain, I know you want to have the best of both worlds. Who wouldn't want to save these children? Who doesn't have a heart? But we also have our own mission to fulfill..."

“Proceed according to Plan C,” Fu Qianchuan interrupted him.

The team member immediately fell silent.

The others looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.

Plan C was one of the initial alternative plans, but the team assumed that none of them could succeed.

Because that evacuation route was a no-man's land that even locals dared not easily set foot in.

Although Plan C could avoid direct conflict with the various and mixed local organizations, the team and the children could very well get lost in the no-man's-land.

"I understand everyone's feelings and support everyone's decision. Those who are willing to follow Plan C and leave the field, and those who are unwilling to leave, will evacuate according to Plan A!"

Fu Qianchuan is usually a man of few words, and his teammates even dare to joke with him. But when he gets serious, his powerful aura is not to be underestimated.

A few seconds later, all team members stepped forward, their voices ringing out in a powerful and clear voice:

"Captain, I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

Just then, the sound of vehicles approaching could be heard.

The team member best at pinpointing locations by sound twitched his ears a few times, his expression changing drastically: "There's more than one vehicle! And they're all fully loaded!"

Fu Qianchuan said in a deep voice: "Everyone on alert!"

Everyone tacitly agreed to prepare for battle.

But soon, vehicles bearing the Red Cross logo came into view.

"Holy crap... I'm really into this today, I'm even hallucinating..."

You know, this is a godforsaken place, how could any medical staff possibly come here?

Next came vehicles bearing the logos of charitable organizations, each loaded with goods.

"Wait a minute... could this be a terrorist disguise? Is it actually full of pew pews?"

Further on, there was a continuous stream of cars and people...

Doctors Without Borders, war correspondents, volunteers, diplomats... amidst countless difficulties and dangers, there are always those who go against the tide.

"Captain, is our team completely wiped out? Are we actually in heaven right now?"