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

For a moment, everyone had different expressions.

On the contrary, Wen Yao was the most composed.

"Yao-mei, you like male models?" Fu Wanzhou's tone was tinged with jealousy.

But he knew better than anyone that someone without a formal title had no right to be jealous.

"He's handsome and knows how to charm people, who wouldn't like that?" Wen Yao said lazily. "Playing games and chatting with people is just like paying for a service experience."

Fu Wanzhou pondered for a moment, then said in a calm but surprising tone, "When we get back, I'll order eight male models for you."

The viewers in the live stream were shocked—

【? ? ? ? ? 】

Dude, do you know what you're saying?

I've seen plenty of simps, but this is the first time in my life I've seen one who's found male models for his goddess.

[Your Highness, wake up! Male model doesn't mean male model in the literal sense!]

...

The audience thought they were already shocked enough, but the next second, their hearts jumped again—

Gu Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Wait, why did you choose male models for my sister? Are you trying to corrupt her, or... do you have other intentions?"

Fu Wanzhou's face flushed instantly.

The audience was also on edge.

Could it be that Gu Yan has discovered Fu Wanzhou's feelings for Wen Yao?

[I've never seen anything like it! Has the inkstone grown a brain?]

[My youth is over, Yanzi is the cure; without you, who would still consider me a genius?]

[Unsure, let's wait and see. Is the Maroo evolving so fast that it's about to evolve into a human?]

...

Everyone was both expectant and nervous.

"I...I..." Fu Wanzhou swallowed hard. "Brother, I admit it, actually I..."

"there is only one truth!"

Gu Yan shouted loudly, full of imposing manner.

Fu Wanzhou was sobbing inside, clutching her handkerchief.

Waaah, as long as my brother-in-law agrees to let Yao Yao marry him, I'd be willing to break his legs!

But then Gu Yan said with great confidence:

"You have so much money you could burn it all! That's why you're so eager to help others and do charity, right?"

Fu Wanzhou: "...Huh?"

Gu Yan brushed back the stray hairs from his forehead and said smugly, "I guessed right, didn't I?"

Fu Wanzhou: "...Hmm."

Audience in the live broadcast room: "..."

Why did I have any expectations for Yanzi's intelligence?

[Yanzi looks like a shrewd old fox who can't figure things out at all [facepalm]]

Everyone else has eight hundred schemes in their heart, and so does this inkstone—a negative eight hundred.

[That's fine, Brother Maluo, just be a Maluo and eat bananas. Don't meddle in the affairs of the human world.]

...

Yun Xing, a typical naive and innocent princess, tugged at Wen Yao's arm and asked:

"Then, Your Highness will order eight male models for you. Can I come along?"

Yunyue coughed and said, "Xingxing, come with me to fetch some water from the stream."

The stream water on the island is filtered and can be used for domestic purposes.

Yunxing asked, puzzled, "Huh? Isn't the water tank full?"

Yun Yue said sternly, "Don't you listen to your sister anymore?"

Although Yun Yue usually listens to Yun Xing more, when something really big happens, Yun Yue's stern face makes Yun Xing instantly cower and obedient.

The Yun sisters went to fetch water hand in hand.

Lin Xinwei called Fu Wanzhou aside for a talk.

Gu Yan stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an old man, to inspect the construction of the duck pen.

"Hello comrades, you've worked hard."

As soon as Gu Zhu saw him, she started to whine, "Brother, I need your help, please help me, okay?"

Gu Yan immediately began to act out various scenes, first pretending to be blind and unable to see anything, then pretending to be hard of hearing and unable to hear anything, and finally pretending to have unhealthy limbs and crawling on the ground while making unintelligible, eerie noises:

"Gugu da gaga la shi shi ba..."

Gu Zhu: "..."

Lu Amber: "..."

No... is he sick?

To avoid helping build the duck pen, it started acting crazy wherever it wanted!

The audience was also deeply shocked.

[Don't let the inkstone evolve any further, or it will mutate.]

[Holy crap! My phone's got a virus! Quick, grab some alcohol spray!]

[Yanzi, is there really no one on the internet you care about? Do you even remember you're an idol? Aren't you afraid of your image collapsing and your fans leaving??]

[A true fan passing by, please rest assured, everyone, our Yan-ge's career is already in ruins, there's no house left to collapse! No one was injured!]

...

at the same time.

Only Wen Yao and Fu Qianchuan remained to drink tea.

The man was usually quiet and reserved, but at this moment he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"what type do you like?"

"what?"

"...male model."

Wen Yao was stunned. She didn't expect that Fu Qianchuan, such a serious person, would talk to her about such an inappropriate topic.

"I like all handsome guys, I'm not picky." She smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling. "What? Are you going to order eight for me too?"

She could already imagine her ex-husband's answer: a firm rejection.

To Wen Yao's surprise, Fu Qianchuan stared directly at her, his long, dark eyelashes casting shadows, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

He slowly said, "If you want to, I have no objection."

puff--

Wen Yao spat out the mouthful of milk tea she had just drunk, and coughed incessantly, choking on it.

Fu Qianchuan frowned, unable to find any tissues, so he simply handed over a pair of black gloves: "Sorry, just make do with these to wipe it."

Wen Yao was in such a sorry state that she didn't care about anything else and took the money to wipe her mouth.

The gloves, designed for outdoor hiking, were made of a rather rough material, much like the ruggedness of their wearer. The rough material brushed against the girl's soft, pale pink lips, and the man's clean, defined Adam's apple bobbed noticeably twice.

Wen Yao hastily wiped her mouth a few times with her gloves and put them aside, but the cool and crisp scent of cedar seemed to linger on the tip of her nose.

She glanced at Fu Qianchuan, whose expression remained unwavering, and muttered to herself, "I must have misheard."

"No," Fu Qianchuan said calmly. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

Wen Yao:! ! !

Do you know what you're saying??

“I’m very clear-headed and rational.” Fu Qianchuan paused, a bitter smile curving his thin lips. “I just… hope you’re happy.”

Even if your happiness isn't because of me. Such words, almost a confession of one's true feelings, are far too shameful for a resolute and strong man like Fu Qianchuan.

He stood up: "...I'll go gather some firewood." Wen Yao, who was usually a master of witty comebacks, was speechless this time.

The live stream room was filled with question marks.

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[Just wondering, are all the guests on this show this crazy?]

[This uncle's level of romantic infatuation is just as high as the prince's!]

[More than that, even when the Crown Prince comes, they have to throw him a couple of wild vegetables!]

[I just looked it up, the Fu family is full of romantics! Great-grandfather sacrificed himself for love, grandfather tried to steal his bride at her wedding, and the heir apparent's father broke his leg chasing after his wife... It seems the whole family is inheritedly obsessed with romance!]

Although nobody cares, I still want to say that Lu Anbo and Gu Zhu's duck pen has collapsed again!!

Hahaha, these two ended up with nothing!

...

Just as the audience was enjoying themselves, they suddenly heard Gu Zhu exclaim in surprise:

"Oh no! A lot of wild boars are coming!"