Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

Zhao Nan ignored him and waited for Ye Jingke to issue the order. The latter then looked at Cheng Ai and said, "Before the barrier fails, there may be some strange things happening. I gave you the talisman purely to protect yourself. Whether you save people or record the variety show is up to you."

He slowly leaned closer to her and whispered, "Don't worry about the penalty for breach of contract. I don't even care about that little bit of money."

Cheng Ai rolled her eyes helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "You spendthrift man, even a little bit of money is still money. Who would be stupid enough to complain about having too much money?"

Ye Jingke touched his nose, pulled her out of the room, and led her to the corner of the stairs. His eyes were filled with helplessness, but he didn't want to hide anything. "So many people died this time. I have to take care of every family. The guests withdrew from the recording. You and Zheyi only lost 200,000 yuan to the brand. It's nothing at all."

"Zou Xuan? Oh, no, she's an investor!" Cheng Ai asked herself, then suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "How good is Bai Jing's computer skills? Can he hack into the Zou Group's network system and steal secrets?"

Ye Jingke raised an eyebrow. "He's my chief assistant, so naturally he's all-around capable. What? Are you going to deal with the Zou family?"

Cheng Ai snorted coldly, not denying it, "I've already been very merciful by letting them get through a week safely."

Ye Jingke pursed his lips and reminded her, "Old Madam Zou is cunning and treacherous. You'd better defeat her in one move and not give her any chance to breathe."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Cheng Ai patted her chest and assured her, "I need evidence of the Zou Group's illegal activities. If I can't find it, I'll create one."

She rolled her eyes, her gaze flickering slightly, her sweet smile revealing a sinister glint. "If you don't have enough money, borrow from Brother Lü. I might be in big trouble in the next few days. Hand over the employees that Shengding International threatened you to me as a thank you gift."

Ye Jingke was slightly taken aback, then slowly smiled and said, "To be honest, whatever you do, I will fully support you."

Cheng Ai's chivalrous help at the mental hospital was enough to earn her special care for the rest of her life. "However, I really can't do anything about those people for the time being. I am very grateful for your help."

He glanced at Song Yifei, who had just poked her head out and was about to get closer, and quickly changed the subject, "What about the variety show? What are your plans?"

Cheng Ai pouted and sighed, "We've already made it through everything, so one more day won't make a difference."

After reaching an agreement, the two quickly headed back. Song Yifei nervously hid behind Zhong Zheyi, her heart pounding wildly.

I was just trying to eavesdrop, but I got caught red-handed. I hope Ye Jingke won't hold a grudge, or I'll be in big trouble.

Cheng Aizhen is selfish. Everyone is terrified, but she still won't give up on variety shows. How desperate is she to become famous?

When Ye Jingke announced his decision, Hao Jian wanted to object, but was intimidated by a single look from him.

Zhao Nan wholeheartedly agreed, as he and Cheng Ai shared the same principle: they disliked giving up halfway through tasks.

The group entered the cabinet where the ice sculpture was located. Wu Xu was stiff all over, drowsy, and exhaling more than he inhaled.

Cheng Baoni's condition is slightly better, but she is clearly also putting on a brave face.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, they were too weak to even speak, but they tried to open their eyes wide, pleading for help with their gaze.

Cheng Ai calmly took out two fire talismans and stuck them on the ice. In less than five seconds, flames shot up and covered the entire ice block.

She walked up to Wu Xu's photographer, slapped his arm hard, and hissed, "Wake up!"

A miracle occurred; his body trembled violently, and he slowly regained consciousness.

Then his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, the equipment on his shoulder falling off and shattering into pieces.

The photographer, still shaken, looked up and met Cheng Ai's cold gaze, his face full of confusion. "I feel so dizzy, what happened?"

With no one to answer the question, Zhao Nan casually pointed to two young men and ordered, "Take him back to rest, and call a few photographers over with their equipment and cameras."

When the three left, the two pieces of ice had completely melted into water. Cheng Baoni was lying on the ground, panting heavily, while Wu Xu's eyes were cloudy. He was given emergency treatment by the doctor for a long time before gradually regaining consciousness.

Zhao Nan told the six guests to go back to their bedrooms to rest, while he and Ye Jingke discussed work details in the restaurant.

For example, there are a series of trivial matters such as variety show editing, special effects, compensation for the families of the deceased, statements from the Foreign Object Bureau and the police, the recording location of the second segment, and the guests.

Two hours later, Cheng Ai took a picture of Zhong Zheyi with her new camera, showing him in the same pose as the purple puppet.

Song Yifei limped as she slipped seven photos through the crack in the castle's main gate, and Zhao Nan caught them while handing her a card.

There were four numbers on the screen. Hao Jian led everyone to the side door, entered the password, opened it, and went outside.

With that, the production team had completed all their tasks. Zhao Nan picked up a megaphone to give a brief summary, then had Ye Jingke appear and say a few words before announcing the perfect conclusion of the first segment.

The protective barrier surrounding the castle had not yet disappeared. At eight o'clock in the morning, the sky was as dark as it was in the early morning, with torrential rain and rolling thunder.

Zhao Nan collected the guests' wristbands and then distributed the phones and umbrellas.

Ye Jingke asked Zhong Zheyi to create a WeChat group for everyone to join, as the recording of this variety show didn't go smoothly and they might need to reshoot some scenes. Having a group would allow them to contact everyone more quickly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone dispersed and had free time. Ye Jingke and Zhao Nan went to the work shed to edit videos.

Cheng Ai glanced at his chest, handed him a few defensive talismans, and then went to the bedroom, clutching the jade hairpin tightly as she fell into a deep sleep.

Zhong Zheyi wanted to ask Cheng Ai for help, but seeing that she had returned to her room, he didn't want to disturb her, so he gave up and found a quiet place to study Ye Jingke's musical score.

Song Yifei retrieved her phone from the production team and dialed her agent's number again and again, but couldn't get through.

She was furious, her face contorted with rage. "Damn it! Weren't the swindlers from the Yu and Xu families dealt with? Why can't I make calls even though my phone has a signal?"

She opened the WeChat group she had just joined and sent an emoji.

Damn! It worked!

Cheng Ai is a complete waste. She can't even break through a barrier. What's the point of her being alive?

"Buzz..."

A verification message popped up; it was a friend request from Hao Jian.

Song Yifei hesitated for a moment, then pressed the "agree" button. Before she could even type anything, two chilling voice chat bubbles were sent to her:

[Where are you, Fei Mei?]

[I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Can I come to see you?]

She felt that Hao Jian's sudden invitation must be for no good reason, but considering his desire to curry favor with the movie star Ye, she still gave him the spot.

Song Yifei leaned against the side door, watching the rain and waiting for someone. After some time, she was tightly embraced, and a deep, husky voice sounded in her ear, "Fei-mei, you smell so good."

She looked disgusted, but didn't push him away. "I have absolutely no interest in a scumbag like you. Spit it out and don't disturb my rest."

The next second, Song Yifei found herself bound by vines.

She frowned, looking puzzled. "What do you want to do?"