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

boom--

Fireworks were set off from some ship in the distance, exploding into one magnificent flower after another against the deep blue sky.

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

The dazzling lights and colors are fleeting.

One second the audience was focused on how well the guests wrote their poems, the next they were all screaming wildly in the comments.

【Ahhh, I don't care if it's rounded up or not, this is practically a confession!】

[Who says this dating reality show isn't sweet? This dating reality show is amazing!!]

[After a long day of classes, this is what I should be watching! Is this the sweetness level I'm looking for?]

[This humble servant wholeheartedly agrees! Since everyone's into variety shows, of course they'll be shipping sweet couples, right?]

...

Wen Yao was still half asleep, but Gu Yan jumped up.

"What did you say? Say it again, you brat!"

Lu Anbo suddenly scolded, "Sit down!"

Gu Yan: "What are you yelling about?"

Lu Amber: "I told you to sit down!"

Gu Yan, drunk, retorted with a stiff neck, "I want to see why you're making me sit down!"

He plopped down on his bottom.

Lu Anbo hiccuped and gestured wildly, saying, "They're a perfect match, what right do you, a monster, have to object?"

Gu Yan: ?

audience:?

The next second, Gu Yan jumped up and gave Lu Anbo a big punch!

"You're going to yell? You dare yell again?!"

Goodness, Bai Zi got beaten up and was screaming "werwer!"

[Bai Zi is the real hidden Zhou Yao fan! She's successfully shifted all the criticism onto herself!]

Without cypress branches, this family will fall apart.

...

Wen Yao tilted her head up, her eyes shining brighter than fireworks in the sky.

"Do you like fireworks?" Fu Wanzhou asked.

Wen Yao nodded.

"I'll set off fireworks for you from now on." Fu Wanzhou wished she could go to the fireworks factory right now and place an order, "I'll set off the most beautiful fireworks for you."

whoosh-

A special firework shot into the sky and then exploded, scattering countless dazzling stars.

"Wow, it looks like a meteor shower!" Wen Yao exclaimed instinctively, leaning on the railing. "Fu Qianchuan, look!"

That moment.

She was stunned.

Fu Wanzhou's smile froze.

The Zhouyao CP fans who were constantly spamming the live stream seemed to have been put on pause.

"I...I think I've had too much to drink." Wen Yao rubbed her eyes hard, trying to sober up. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Fu Wanzhou feigned nonchalance and said, "Hey, it's nothing. People have said since I was little that I look like my uncle, and even after I grew up, people often mistook me for him..."

His eyes were filled with sadness, yet he tried his best to force a bright smile.

Wen Yao murmured, "Fu Wanzhou..."

"No...you don't need to call me Fu Wanzhou."

The once proud, arrogant, and domineering young master of Beijing's elite circles now clutched Wen Yao's hand as if it were a lifeline, pressing it against his face.

"It's okay if you treat me like your uncle, I don't mind, I'm fine with that..."

The sea breeze ruffled the wisps of hair on his forehead, revealing the young man's wet, dark eyes. Even the tip of his nose was red, and he looked as if he were about to break apart.

A tear, caught off guard, slid down into Wen Yao's palm.

It also touched the hearts of countless fans.

[Boatman, what are you doing?]

[Waaaaah, there's glass in this candy!]

[Zhouzi, you really are... Sigh, it seems the one who loves more is the first to shed tears.]

...

“I take back my previous question…” Fu Wanzhou choked up, “Actually, I don’t care whether people are determined to choose me or not.”

"None of that matters."

"All I want is... all I want is for you to allow me to stay by your side."

Wen Yao was somewhat at a loss: "Don't cry..."

She had never seen a grown man cry like Fu Wanzhou.

Even Gu Yan, who was beating them up, stopped and stared at the two in disbelief.

Lu Anbo, who had been beaten up, was even more speechless.

I haven't even started crying yet, and you're already crying?

Ugh, green tea!

Gu Yan tried to rush over, but was stopped by Joshua.

"Let him finish what he has to say."

What if my sister gets tricked by his sweet talk?

"will not."

"How do you know?" Gu Yan asked, half-believing. "Are you on my side or not?"

Joshua wanted to roll his eyes: "Do you think that's the look she gives someone she likes?"

Gu Yan looked at Wen Yao, then at Joshua: "How could I possibly tell?"

Joshua: "The simplest way to tell is to look at her eyes when you give her pocket money. That's probably the kind of look she'll give when she sees someone she likes."

Gu Yan seemed to be deep in thought.

Wen Yao's eyes lit up when she received her allowance; she was such a money-grubber...

So, whose appearance is most similar to hers...?

Gu Yan's expression suddenly turned grim as if he had just thought of something.

...

Perhaps it's the wine tonight that's too intoxicating.

Or perhaps, it's not the wine that intoxicates, but the person themselves.

Fu Wanzhou was still crying.

"Doesn't this face look like it?" he asked rhetorically, forcing a smile. "I think it looks quite similar... There's probably no one in the world more suitable to be my uncle's stand-in than me..."

“It’s not a matter of whether it’s similar or not…” Wen Yao’s thoughts were in a mess, and she didn’t even know how the poem exchange had inexplicably turned into this. “Fu Wanzhou, calm down first.”

Fu Wanzhou stared at her stubbornly, her voice hoarse:

"You've already made your choice, haven't you?"

He leaned close to Wen Yao's neck and whispered a few words in her ear.

Wen Yao's pupils suddenly contracted.

"I don't ask for much... I just want to stay by your side, I don't want any title or status. Substitute, simp, friend... I'll do whatever you want me to do, okay?"

“I can imitate my uncle. If I talk less, I’ll be even more like him… I won’t talk. See, doesn’t this look just like him?”

Fu Wanzhou's attitude was so humble that she was practically groveling, and her clear, bright black eyes, filled with tears, stared unblinkingly at Wen Yao.

Wen Yao took a deep breath and withdrew her fingers one by one:

"You are not him."

Four words are enough to answer everything.

Fu Wanzhou's fingertips trembled slightly as he tried to grasp Wen Yao's fingers, but only managed to grab air.

Just like in that dream, Wen Yao didn't choose him.

Sometimes having no choice is itself a choice.

Regardless of whether she chooses Fu Qianchuan or another man in the future.

But it's destined that she won't choose him.

That's not a dream.

That was a real, parallel world that actually happened.

He and Wen Yao held an engagement party, but at the party, she ultimately backed out.

There is nothing more painful than never having had a chance at all.

Opportunities are right in front of us, yet we keep missing them one by one.

Fu Wanzhou really wanted to ask Wen Yao what he had done wrong.

"I'm sorry," Wen Yao said apologetically. "I'm sorry for everything..."

Just now, Fu Wanzhou whispered in her ear about the engagement banquet.

She didn't know how he knew. Was he reborn like her? Or did he foresee the future?

But in the end, she still owed him an apology.

Fu Wanzhou's eyes glistened with tiny, scattered tears; in her extreme sorrow, she even managed a smile.

"Yao-mei, promise me you won't invite me to your wedding."