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

The match between Fu Wanzhou and Jiang Jinghuai ended in a 2-2 tie.

An invisible tension filled the air as the two exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Match point!

aside.

The guests were chatting casually.

Yunxing: "Xiao Jiang, are you sure you're related to the Wen family and not the Fu family? You look a lot like Fu Qianchuan."

Jiang Jinghuai smiled.

In a way, he, a person with no blood relation, is more like Fu Qianchuan than his own nephew, Fu Wanzhou.

He looked confident of victory, but then he heard Lin Xinwei say:

"Xiao Jiang's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar, but Fu Wanzhou's temperament is more similar."

Although Fu Wanzhou was a bit green, she received the same elite education as Fu Qianchuan from a young age.

When he gets serious, the gentlemanly demeanor he exudes in every gesture is exactly like that of Fu Qianchuan.

Upon hearing this, Fu Wanzhou straightened her chest, raised her head, and her lips almost curled up to the sky.

Brother, you're still too green to compete with me!

“But I don’t understand what they’re arguing about.” Yunyue said, puzzled. “What’s the use of Wanwan being like Qing? Yao’s sister has only talked to Uncle Fu.”

Jiang Jinghuai: !!!

Fu Wanzhou: !!!

That really hurts, Sister Yue!

[Hiss, Yuebao, why are you speaking such blunt truths?]

[The Chuanyao Party can finally breathe a sigh of relief! Our Uncle Fu is the only one who ever had a legitimate wife!]

[Zhouzi only chatted with little Jiang about hair; if Uncle Fu were here, they wouldn't have anything to do.]

So, is that news from abroad a rumor or not? I need an answer urgently!

...

Wen Yao arranged a newly prepared plant specimen before noticing Jiang Jinghuai's arrival and greeted him.

"Sister, you're so amazing! Your plant specimens are so beautiful! Unlike me, I'm clumsy and can't do anything right. Could you teach me?"

Jiang Jinghuai clung to him, all sticky and clingy.

Fu Wanzhou gagged.

"Can't you speak properly?"

Jiang Jinghuai glanced at him defiantly: "Sister~ Look at him~ I was born with this voice~"

Wen Yao asked in confusion, "Really? Your voice sounded like a duck's during puberty..."

Jiang Jinghuai, whose plan had been foiled: "..."

Fu Wanzhou: "Hahahaha."

He chuckled twice, then suddenly stopped laughing.

Wen Yao knows all of Jiang Jinghuai's voices, which means they grew up together. Isn't that what childhood sweethearts are like?

In comparison, his refusal to be betrothed to Xiao Wenyao made him seem like a clown.

Fu Wanzhou quietly tried to start a conversation: "Yao-mei, I didn't know you could make clothes."

“Yes, I studied fashion design,” Wen Yao said.

Jiang Jinghuai shook out his coat, showing off, "Clothes made by my sister are always so beautiful~"

Fu Wanzhou: "Indeed."

Wen Yao: "I have a lot of clothes in my studio. I'll send them to you if you like them."

Fu Wanzhou's eyes lit up.

Jiang Jinghuai's smile froze.

"Thank you, Yao-mei." Fu Wanzhou's eyes crinkled with a smile, and she asked knowingly, "Hey, Jiang Jinghuai, how did you know I had new clothes?"

Jiang Jinghuai wanted nothing more than to give him the middle finger.

Fu Wanzhou's smugness lasted only three seconds before Wen Yao and Yun Xing said:

"I have lots of other dresses too, I'll send them to the group chat so you can choose!"

No girl dislikes new clothes, and Yunxing and the others were overjoyed.

"Thank you, Yao-mei."

"Yao-mei, it's so good to have you."

"Sister Yao is truly skillful."

"..."

Fu Wanzhou was depressed.

So it seems like everyone who sees it gets a share.

[Haha, I declare that my little sister is born with the divine body of impartiality!]

[I searched online, and the dresses designed by Meibao are so beautiful! I can't wait to see how Xingxingyue and the others look in them!]

[Wait, why does Meibao's design style seem to have changed so much? Am I just overthinking it because I don't understand art?]

[You might not have expected that Meibao's design style has clearly gone through two stages.]

The first phase was a burst of inspiration, with all sorts of quirky and ingenious designs. The second phase was full of warmth and love, clearly balancing practicality and elegance, especially evident in menswear.

If I'm not mistaken, she must have had a muse during that period.

[No way, were those clothes Yao Mei really designed for Jiang Jinghuai?!]

...

On the helicopter.

Fu Qianchuan's vital signs were all critical.

The medical staff are going crazy. In addition to conventional treatments, they have even started praying to gods and Buddhas.

"I'm truly speechless at the Fu family's behavior. How could they agree to let Captain Fu return to China at this time? And to a remote island no less?" a doctor said, unable to comprehend it.

"The Fu family's great-grandparents and ancestors in the underworld must be so exhausted from kowtowing that all the paper money they've burned over the years has been used to smooth things over for Captain Fu before the King of Hell," another doctor joked helplessly.

Telling jokes at this time is simply a way to find joy in hardship.

Judging by these indicators, it doesn't seem like they'll make it to the island alive.

The vice-captain, Ji Mingze, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up:

"Given the medical conditions in Country N, even if the captain stayed, his life would likely be in danger."

The doctor complained, "There's a difference between dying early and dying late!"

“At least if he comes back now, he still has a chance to see the people he wants to see. Otherwise, what will come back is his ashes.” Ji Mingze’s tone was difficult and bitter. “Let’s respect the captain’s and the Fu family’s decision!”

The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.

Who exactly is the person Fu Qianchuan is desperate to see...?

...

When people are dreaming, they are often aware that they are in a dream.

For example, Fu Qianchuan at this time.

The shooting range was vast and empty, with occasional gunshots ringing out.

Fu Qianchuan recognized that this was one of the most important memories in his life.

"A revolving lantern?" he thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

"Tsk, that Zhou kid really takes after his grandfather; he only behaves when he's hung on the wall."

The familiar conversation reached Fu Qianchuan's ears.

He followed his friend's gaze and saw it fall on a little girl wearing a white fluffy coat.

The coat had two rabbit ears on the hood, which made her fair face look even more adorable.

Whether it was because of the cold weather or because she had caught a cold, the little girl's eyes and the tip of her nose were red, and she looked...

That's so pitiful.

Unfortunately, a spoiled young man was standing right in front of her, eager to please her.

"Wen Yao, I'll teach you shooting. I'm really good at it! I'm not bragging, but I never miss a shot!"

The little girl sniffed: "...I don't want to learn."

"Oh, this is really fun! Are you trying to embarrass me?" the boy feigned anger. "Then I can't give your brother that rare game cartridge he wanted..."

"Damn it, I thought he was going to use some kind of trick to get the girl, but it turns out it's just a broken cassette tape?" My friend shook his head. "Hey? The Wen family's little rabbit is so pitiful, aren't you going to play the hero and save her?"

"Don't call her that, she has a name," Fu Qianchuan said calmly. "Her name is Wen Yao."