Chapter One Hundred and Three: They Really Kissed!

As the noodle grew shorter and shorter, the distance between their lips also diminished. In the end, Song Wanning lost track of how much was left; she couldn’t even see it anymore.

When she lifted her gaze, she found Wen Jingxing’s handsome face so close before her eyes. His deep black pupils were fixed upon her without blinking, his lashes long and curled.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Song Wanning averted her eyes at once, even forgetting to bite the noodle.

Opposite her, Wen Jingxing continued to nibble away, bit by bit, until finally Song Wanning sensed she might have brushed against his lips. Shocked as if struck by lightning, she abruptly drew back.

Wen Jingxing quickly reached out to catch the little piece of noodle that fell.

[Ah!!!! How can such an ordinary little game make my blood race like this!]
[This is an overload of sweetness—I’m filing a complaint!]
[I haven’t stopped grinning like an auntie since they stepped onto the stage!]
[WenWaning CP! I love you both~]
[I’m so excited I’m flailing my arms and legs, my mom even asked if I’d lost my mind.]

Song Wanning covered her mouth, her earlobes tinged with pink. “Um, we…”

But before she could finish, Li Weiwei rushed over with a ruler. After measuring the length of the noodle, she announced excitedly, “Congratulations to Song Wanning’s team for successfully passing the second game! Their noodle is only 0.8 centimeters long!”

“I…” Song Wanning managed to utter a single syllable, but in the face of the crowd’s thunderous applause, she swallowed back the rest of her words.

Oh well, it was just a little kiss!

Playing games like these, accidents are bound to happen. She, a grown woman, couldn’t possibly hold it against Wen Jingxing for something so trivial.

Who knows—maybe he was as mortified by the accidental contact as she was.

Whether or not Wen Jingxing was upset, Song Wanning didn’t know, but right now, she was about to face the greatest challenge of the night—the kissing game!

And this wasn’t just a peck. They’d have to keep going for half a minute!

If it were only ten seconds, she could perhaps sacrifice her dignity for the sake of winning a plane ticket. But thirty seconds? That felt far too long…

Standing there, Song Wanning grew increasingly flustered, while Wen Jingxing approached her with measured, steady steps.

“Do we really have to…”

Before Song Wanning could finish, her words were interrupted once more.

This time, it was Wen Jingxing’s kiss that cut her off.

In that instant, Song Wanning felt as if her mind had short-circuited, a loud buzzing filling her head.

The sensation on her lips wasn’t as warm as she’d imagined, but instead cool—yet remarkably soft.

To her surprise, Song Wanning found herself reluctant to pull away.

With this thought drifting through her mind, she simply stood there, motionless.

Wen Jingxing didn’t do anything more—he simply pressed his lips gently to hers.

[Ah!! To witness this moment in my lifetime, I could die happy!]
[Who is he? He’s Young Master Wen! Even if the director scripted this, would he really make such a sacrifice? This ship is definitely the real deal!]
[They’ve already kissed. How could this possibly be fake!?]
[Mom! My OTP is real!]
[Is the person above reciting a tongue-twister?]
[I don’t care. I demand this couple be made official on the spot!]
[Wishing the newlyweds everlasting happiness and a speedy addition to the family!]
[May you grow old together!]
[Wait, are the last few people in the wrong place? This is a variety show livestream, not a wedding.]

Li Weiwei stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to check the stopwatch.

Around them, the applause grew even more enthusiastic.

Only Jian An’an watched with a venomous expression as Wen Jingxing kissed Song Wanning.

Beside her, Jin Jianyi, for the first time, noticed an unusual look on Jian An’an’s face.

His heart skipped a beat. Glancing from Jian An’an to Song Wanning, he wondered—did she hate Song Wanning?

But hadn’t they gotten along well before? And hadn’t Jian An’an always been gentle?

When he looked again, Jian An’an’s expression had returned to normal. He shook his head vigorously—he must just be sleep-deprived and imagining things.

How could Jian An’an be that sort of person? She was so kind, she probably wished Song Wanning well.

The next moment, he saw Jian An’an join in the applause with everyone else. His suppressed lips curved up into a smile.

Of course, it was all just his imagination.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly—Song Wanning didn’t know whether half a minute had passed. But Li Weiwei still didn’t announce the result.

Since the kiss had already happened, Song Wanning thought, she might as well keep at it a bit longer! For the sake of that plane ticket, it was worth it!

Seeing the once-shy woman suddenly so determined, Wen Jingxing couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. Even for a kiss, she was this adorable.

With that thought, his hands began to misbehave—a large palm cupped the back of Song Wanning’s head, fingers weaving into her soft black hair, deepening the kiss.

[Ah! Ah! Ah! This is way out of bounds!]
[Come clean, Young Master Wen, have you dated before? How are you so good at this!]
[Look—Song Wanning isn’t resisting!]

But the camera lingered for just a second. Some viewers’ minds had barely caught up before the livestream abruptly cut to black!

[A shocking incident! The livestream time is up!]
[What the heck, why did today’s broadcast feel so short?!]
[No way! What are the odds!]
[Director, are you saying we have to pay extra to see what comes next? Fine, I’ll pay whatever it takes!]
[Exactly, watching a beauty and a heartthrob fall in love is worth any price.]
[The description above is too cliché.]
[Strongly demand the director extend the livestream time!!!]
[Seriously, is the production team slacking off? The episode was so short.]

…

On the other side, Wen Jingxing released Song Wanning after a single, earnest kiss, stepping back.

Only then did Li Weiwei snap out of her daze and quickly announce, “Congratulations to Song Wanning’s team for completing all of today’s games! You can start packing your bags tonight—tomorrow, we’re heading to the capital.”

Still lost in her thoughts, Song Wanning was easily distracted as Li Weiwei moved on to other matters.

Wen Jingxing squinted his eyes in satisfaction, lazy as a cat. He gazed at Song Wanning, whose ears, lips, and even eyes were flushed red from his kiss.

He hadn’t done much, but Song Wanning looked as if she’d been thoroughly ravished.

Meanwhile, Li Weiwei continued, “Since only Jian An’an and Song Wanning don’t live in the capital while all other guests do, the production team will only be arranging accommodations for the two of you.”

Hearing this, Jian An’an hurriedly asked, “Director, will Ningning and I be staying together?”

Li Weiwei shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?”

(End of chapter)