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

...

Fu Wanzhou's confession brought tears to the eyes of countless strong women watching on screen.

Wuwu Zhouzi, a princeling of the Beijing elite, loves in such a humble way.

"Please welcome Yao Mei to the stage—"

Startled by being called out, Wen Yao walked up to Fu Wanzhou and stopped.

Fu Wanzhou visibly panicked.

Knowing that she would most likely refuse, why... why did he still hope for even a one in ten thousand chance that she would hold his hand?

Wen Yao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Fu Wanzhou, you...you're a good person."

Fu Wanzhou's lips curved into a bitter smile. The "friend zone" card had been issued, and he already knew Wen Yao's answer.

Wen Yao was at a loss. She didn't want to say anything too harsh, but she also felt that being too tactful wouldn't be good either.

After thinking it over, I still feel it's better to make things clear.

Actually, I've thought about getting engaged to you.

"Because I think the two of us would be the most suitable marriage partners for each other."

"In front of our families, we are each other's best shield, and we will no longer be pressured to get married."

"Thank you for your affection. I believe any girl would feel a little happy to be liked so passionately and sincerely by you. But..."

Wen Yao took a deep breath. "But 'suitable' doesn't mean 'like'."

“I didn’t understand before, but I do now.”

"Because of one person, I finally understand what true love is."

"I always felt that I didn't know him well enough, that I hadn't been involved in his life enough, that we hadn't experienced enough together, and that I hadn't been good enough to him... It turns out that liking someone is curiosity, passion, and a sense of indebtedness."

“I think I… no, I’m sure, I really like him.”

Fu Wanzhou's eyes were red at the corners.

Her rejection was, in fact, a confession to his uncle.

Fu Wanzhou forced a smile, "That's great, congratulations on finally understanding your own feelings."

Fu Wanzhou – failed to secure a relationship!

In the live stream, Zhou Yao's fans were sobbing.

[Production team, are you trying to trick me into thinking I'm Japanese?]

Perhaps Zhouzi and Meibao were destined to be apart. / Heartbroken

[Oh my god, so close, so very close! My little sister might have gotten engaged to Zhouzi! /crying]

Chuan Yao fans, however, were elated.

【Our Uncle Fu is the true queen!】

[As long as Uncle Fu lives, you are all concubines!]

【Ahhh, Uncle Fu, did you hear that? My little sister says she really likes you!!】

[Wait a minute... Uncle Fu didn't come, does that mean Mei Bao's confession was a failure?!]

[The production team should have informed Uncle Fu about this segment earlier! I bet he would have crawled here even if it meant doing it on foot!]

...

"Yao-mei, look at this." Director Cheng smiled and stepped forward to show Wen Yao the tablet, which showed that a video call was in progress.

Wen Yao stammered: "...Fu Fu Fu Qianchuan?"

Fu Qianchuan leaned against the hospital bed, looking much thinner, but his dark eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Yao Yao." The man's voice was deep and gentle. "It's me."

Wen Yao's mind went blank!

So... Fu Qianchuan heard everything she said just now?

Guest: !!!

audience:!!!

Good heavens, the biggest fan of Chuan Yao's CP is actually Director Cheng?!

Wen Yao's heart pounded, and she reached out her hand towards the screen, her face flushed a delicate blush.

"So...would you like to hold my hand?"

Fu Qianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he also extended his hand.

Their fingertips, separated by time and space, seemed to touch each other.

"Yaoyao, I do."