Chapter Thirty-Five: Come to My Room

Looking at the aunt who had come to greet her, Song Wan-ning decided not to dwell on things any longer. She strode forward and greeted her, “Auntie! You must have been waiting for a while, right?”

After all, Li Weiwei had brought a crowd to watch Jian An-an for quite some time, and coming and going took time.

The aunt enjoyed being called that, and continued to beam, “Not at all! While you weren’t here, I was sitting, drinking tea, and enjoying the air-conditioning.”

She waved her hand nonchalantly, and seeing Song Wan-ning’s calm, steady steps, asked, “Did you apply the medicine I gave you yesterday? How is it working? Is it obvious? Did you wake up this morning without sore legs?”

She was warmly concerned about Song Wan-ning, for she had always liked beautiful people.

No matter what was said about Song Wan-ning online, the aunt saw her as diligent, polite, and a rare good child.

Song Wan-ning smiled, “Thank you for your concern, Auntie. The medicine really is miraculous. My legs aren’t sore at all today.”

“That’s good! If you still feel sore, apply more. If you run out of medicine, come back to me for more,” the aunt said, smiling at Song Wan-ning, which made her feel a bit uneasy.

Unexpectedly, the aunt suddenly said, “Let me tell you, child, I watched him all day yesterday and my judgment is never wrong. Jing Xing is truly a great kid. You must seize your opportunity! Don’t be like those young couples, always sulking and making scenes over nothing. Between husband and wife, you must…”

Before the aunt could finish, Song Wan-ning dared not listen any further.

She found an excuse, “Auntie, look! Business is so good over there, I need to hurry and help out.”

The aunt looked at the somewhat empty restaurant: …

Couldn’t she have found a better excuse?

The livestream audience was in stitches.

[Why do I feel like Song Wan-ning is fleeing in panic this time?]

[She used to be a bit annoying, but I admit, she’s unexpectedly funny now.]

[Is Song Wan-ning getting shy?!]

[With this kind of development, I don’t believe this is scripted. Otherwise, if she wasn’t guilty, why would she run?]

[No, no, what’s there for Song Wan-ning to feel guilty about? He’s her fiancé, it’s perfectly normal!]

[Don’t believe me? Let’s bet! Actors in dramas act out romances, but are they really in love? It’s all fake!]

[As long as it’s not a live confession, I’ll never believe it’s real!]

Yet most stubborn viewers, whenever this was brought up, insisted it was scripted.

The whole day’s tasks went pleasantly—no one came to disturb Song Wan-ning, nor did she encounter any of a certain someone’s foolish fans. This put her in a great mood.

On the way to dinner in the evening, Song Wan-ning walked with Wen Jing-xing.

She spoke first, “Wen Jing-xing, could you do me a favor?”

Wen Jing-xing raised his brows. “Of course, tell me.”

“Find a chance to return that thing for me. Copy the contents first, then delete them.”

Song Wan-ning knew that late at night, a man—seemingly Wen Jing-xing’s assistant—would deliver documents to him.

So she wanted to ask him to return the phone to that paparazzo.

“Do you know the name and address?”

Even though Song Wan-ning hadn’t spelled it out, Wen Jing-xing knew what she meant.

“Yes, I know. I’ll tell you when we get back.”

“Alright.”

…

The two walked shoulder to shoulder, saying nothing more.

Suddenly Wen Jing-xing said, “If you ever want to check, you can just come to my room.”

“Sure.”

Song Wan-ning had just told him about returning the phone, so she naturally knew he was referring to going online to check trending topics.

But the crowd who had just entered the livestream had no idea.

[Whoa, whoa, did I just walk in on this spicy scene?!]

[Late at night, a man and woman alone in a room—‘if you want to check, just come’?!]

[Wow, upstairs is really something.]

[Is Young Master Wen openly inviting her over?]

[The key is Song Wan-ning said yes! She said yes!! She said yes!!! (shocked)]

[Weren’t they supposed to dislike each other? What happened in just five days?!]

[Such rapid progress—are they into each other now?]

[Being beautiful is a privilege. The Song family isn’t at the top, but if Song Wan-ning’s looks rank first, I doubt anyone would argue.]

[Damn, true.]

[Does beauty mean you can do whatever you want?]

[Don’t get too invested, folks. If it’s all for show and ends badly, don’t say I didn’t warn you.]

[Who cares? As long as there’s sweetness, it’s enough!]

[Is this sweetness? This is pure dog food!]

…

Because of this, Song Wan-ning once again trended online.

This time, no one was spreading rumors about her.

Everyone was simply curious and worried—curious whether the two were real or scripted, and worried that Wen Jing-xing might genuinely be taken with Song Wan-ning’s face.

If so, countless “wife fans” would have their hearts broken.

After dinner, Li Weiwei gathered everyone and announced, “Tonight, we’ve prepared a little game for you, called the ‘Add Words’ game. Each round, our production team will provide a phrase. Each pair will compete with the others, and each time you can only add two words, but each round must form a complete sentence.”

“If a pair fails to connect the sentence, they’ll be punished with overtime tasks and won’t be able to play again. The final winning team gets a day off from tasks, and tonight can attend the yacht party at the dock, with transportation provided by the production team.”

The prize for winning the game was as tempting as ever. Not only did the livestream viewers get excited, but all the guests were also eager.

The difference was, viewers coveted the yacht party, while the guests wanted the day off.

Only time would tell who would win.

They decided by drawing lots to see who started.

This time, Shen Yue drew first, Nan Yan second, Song Wan-ning third, and Jian An-an fourth.

Song Wan-ning glanced at her slip, raising her brows.

She thought to herself: Sorry, Jin Jian-yi, but fate put Jian An-an right after me.

Song Wan-ning was absolutely going to mischievously tease Jian An-an.

The eight of them sat in order, as Li Weiwei faced them, saying, “Today.”

Shen Yue found it easy and was about to answer.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ming-zhao beside her raised his hand and replied, “Today I am here.”

Li Weiwei hadn’t specified how pairs should decide who answers, so it was up to their rapport.

Jiang Ming-zhao’s move prompted all the other guests to raise their hands for the next answer.

Nan Yan raised her hand. “Today I am washing my hands.”

Song Wan-ning immediately raised hers. “Today I am in the restroom.”