After five years of online dating, my wife thinks I'm a two-dimensional character?

[Yan Cheng: Did anyone ask you if you'd starve to death? Did anyone even ask you? Who cares how you are on the battlefield! I just want to fill my stomach, what did I do wrong!?]

[No mind reading allowed upstairs! I reasonably suspect you're a tapeworm in Yan Cheng's stomach!]

[But Qi Yu's behavior is really off-putting, isn't it? They clearly still have plenty of food left, don't they?]

[So what? Instead of feeling sorry for him, why don't you go listen to how Yan Cheng used to berate Bai Luochuan?]

[If Qi Yu likes Bai Luochuan so much, why would he help the people who bullied Bai Luochuan in the past? Is this some kind of chosen saint syndrome?]

[A little-known fact: Qi Yu was a god of death, a demon of slaughter; he was never called a saint.]

The comments section was filled with discussions about the current situation.

Upon hearing Qi Yu's answer, Yan Cheng's expression instantly turned extremely grim.

He might as well just go hungry.

It's still better than being bullied now.

The anger that had been building up all day was showing signs of about to explode.

To his surprise, Bai Luochuan patted Qi Yu's arm on the other side, taking the initiative to ease the awkwardness and giving Yan Cheng a way out.

He said, "Qi Yu, I've told you so many times before, don't be so aggressive. Be forgiving, leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future."

Qi Yu blinked.

Did his brother say something like that to him?

Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The anger that had just ignited was completely extinguished by that one sentence.

As expected, he was right from the start.

Bai Luochuan's every move was just a ploy to lure her in.

The person who fills my heart is still him.

The things I'm saying are nothing more than a kitten scratching an itch with its claws.

Now, when they see him being bullied, won't they still come to protect him immediately, stand in front of him, and shield him from all the knives flying towards him?

His face once again revealed that proud and satisfied expression.

Yan Cheng reached for the bread on the table and said, "Then thank you..."

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished lecturing my boyfriend yet."

Bai Luochuan raised his hand to block Yan Cheng's movement.

The words he uttered made Yan Cheng's eyes widen in surprise.

But he wasn't given a chance to ask questions.

Bai Luochuan continued, "Didn't I tell you before? You can't squander money; you have to keep earning it. We're businessmen now, not assassins; we need to do some legitimate business."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yu understood what Bai Luochuan meant.

The initial look of surprise vanished completely.

He switched to his habitual squinting smile.

Seeing that Qi Yu understood what he meant, Bai Luochuan reached out and patted Qi Yu's head as a reward.

Then he turned to look at Yan Cheng beside him.

He thought for a moment, took out a piece of bread, and held up three fingers to Yan Cheng.

He said, "The production team is on screen, and the audience is our witness. We're an honest and straightforward business, and this is the price for you."

Yan Cheng: ? ? ? ? ?

Yan Cheng: "No, you're honest and trustworthy, young and old alike???"

Bai Luochuan said magnanimously, "That's right. Are you a child? Are you an old person? You don't want to take advantage of either of them, so why are you thinking about taking advantage of others?"

Yan Cheng: ...

I should die if I talk to you.

However, this number is not unacceptable.

He obediently took out his phone.

Yan Cheng asked him, "I'll transfer you money? Three hundred, right? Through which channel? I..."

"No, you're such a big star, earning hundreds of millions a year, and you still calculate the cost of a loaf of bread in three digits?"

Bai Luochuan interrupted Yan Cheng, somewhat displeased.

Then he pointed to Director Liu over there.

He said, "Director Liu gives me five figures a day! Just three days ago we were complete strangers, and he was already so generous to me. Given our relationship, are you really planning to settle for three figures?"

Yan Cheng was so angry he laughed.

But since we've already come this far...

Yan Cheng naturally asked directly, "So, in your eyes, what should our relationship be?"

Bai Luochuan laughed: "The relationship between a high-ranking slanderer and a powerless, slandered person. I didn't hold your past words against you. I won't argue with you about anything else now. Is it wrong to make some money from you? Don't you know how many of my livelihoods you've ruined?"

He drew the boundaries very clearly.

She doesn't acknowledge at all that there is any emotional connection between herself and Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng was furious.

I can't really yell at him or refute him.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth, pretend he hadn't heard Bai Luochuan's words, turn around and stride to the small table on the other side to sit down.

The transaction failed.

Bai Luochuan was greatly disappointed: "Does he have some kind of bipolar disorder? Why does he seem angry all the time?"

Qi Yu lowered his head and chuckled softly: "Brother, you're not suited for business."

Bai Luochuan stroked his chin, reflecting on himself: "Was the price too high?"

“Not high, I was hoping you’d ask for even higher.” Qi Yu replied with a smile, “Because I never wanted to sell him anything in the first place. I’m so happy that your business failed.”

He said it seriously.

Bai Luochuan sighed.

His silly fox.

Jealousy is one thing, but why fuss over money?

Selling two loaves of bread and two bottles of water brings them one step closer to picking up their car after the variety show ends.

A spendthrift fox.

But this can also be seen as a kind of cuteness.

Bai Luochuan pinched Qi Yu's cheek again.

Qi Yu squinted and chuckled, "Brother, do you want another kiss?"

Bai Luochuan did not answer.

Qi Yu leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Yan Cheng, on the other side, was glaring at him with eyes blazing with fury.

He almost broke off a corner of the plastic table.

In the end, Director Liu gave Yan Cheng a bowl of instant noodles, saying it was a small token of appreciation from the production team, since they couldn't let the guests go hungry for a whole day.

But Yan Cheng refused.

He said, "I won't die even if I don't eat for three days. I'm not that delicate."

Director Liu immediately clapped and comforted him: "Wow! You're really strong!"

Yan Cheng: ?

No.

Are you really not a die-hard fan of Qi Yu? Are you just trying to disgust me here?

But he didn't even have time to deliver that desperate glare.

Director Liu had already opened the box of instant noodles and, in front of Yan Cheng, took a big slurp.

Fragrant and fragrant.

Yan Cheng swallowed hard, unable to control himself.

Director Liu swallowed the noodles happily, his face beaming with joy.

He said, "Even though I'm full, I can't waste food. I haven't had instant noodles in ages, they smell so good!"