The director didn't tell the guests that the live stream had already started.

The show had no script, allowing them to improvise freely.

However, because the other guests seemed particularly afraid of Jiang Yue and were very submissive in front of her, when the director assigned some simple tasks...

For example, cooking, washing dishes, and cleaning.

Whenever Jiang Yue frowned, someone would immediately raise their hand and stand up, saying, "I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

At this moment, Jiang Yue wouldn't even pretend to ask, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Instead, she watched them go to the kitchen to work with a clear conscience.

She came to this show as if she were here to enjoy herself.

The director was getting anxious. How could this be allowed? What was so interesting about this?

Don't viewers love watching the rich girl get tormented?

I didn't come to see her sleeping on the sofa!

The director could only pull the boys aside privately and wink at them, implying, "You guys need to involve Teacher Jiang too. You're all one big family now, understand?"

The group of people couldn't muster the courage to do it, and they all shook their heads: "We can do these rough jobs ourselves, how can we trouble Teacher Jiang?"

The director is fucking weird.

Did Jiang Yue use a spell on them when he wasn't looking? It looks like they've been manipulated!

Another person chimed in, "We're very capable; we can cook, wash dishes, and scrub pots—we can do it all."

director:"……"

Damn it! He's willingly fallen into depravity! He's succumbed to self-destruction

Jiang Yue wasn't completely idle; she would occasionally lazily get up from the sofa, slip on her slippers, and slowly head to the kitchen, but she wouldn't go in because she disliked the strong smell of cooking oil inside.

Separated by a glass door.

Her attitude was very kind, so gentle it was almost overwhelming, and her soft, sweet voice sounded so charming: "Are you done? I'm a little hungry."

Hearing this, the young boys who were busy cooking inside felt guilty.

They're so useless! How could they keep us waiting for so long?

"Almost done, just one last dish." The handsome young boy wiped the water off his face and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Teacher Jiang, for making you wait so long."

Jiang Yue hummed in response, as if she was thinking. She said, "It's okay, I can wait a little longer before I get hungry."

The way they're saying this makes it sound like they'd wake up in the middle of the night and slap themselves hard for letting her go hungry.

The director couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Teacher Jiang, if you're hungry, you can cook for yourself."

Jiang Yue blinked. "I'm not that hungry."

Ning Yao spent a few hours with Jiang Yue and thought she was a nice person, so she cautiously offered, "I'll go help in the kitchen."

Jiang Yue gently held her hand. "Sigh, the director is a man and may not understand, but once a woman enters the kitchen, she will be in charge of all the kitchen work for the rest of her life."

The director, who had been inexplicably elevated to a higher level, was left speechless.

Jiang Yue looked innocent: "So I'm not wrong, Director, you can't be so selfish."

The director actually started to seriously reflect on whether he had been too selfish.

The viewers in the live stream were also stunned by Jiang Yue's words, but upon closer inspection, what she said made a lot of sense!

That's why she could live the life of a pampered socialite, never having to lift a finger.

[So clever! That's what happened after my boyfriend and I moved in together. I did the housework once, and from then on, all the housework was my responsibility. (smiling face) (smiling face) (smiling face)]

[Single walk many]

[Awesome, absolutely awesome!]

[My precious princess didn't need to do these things in the first place. The director is the one trying to manipulate her!]

[My dear child is right. Why suffer when you can enjoy life?]

This segment caused the already soaring ratings to climb even higher.

Its viewership ratings are approaching those of a fantasy drama on the neighboring channel.

Those who placed bets and Ye Lan's fans were terrified, fearing that they would be overtaken, which would be extremely embarrassing.

Dinner consisted of a few simple home-style dishes.

It was a bit spicy for Jiang Yue, and although she put down her chopsticks after a few bites, she still didn't hold back her praise, saying, "It's delicious."

She was already beautiful when she smiled, and her gentle, soft voice made her even more captivating.

The few naive boys were immediately flattered and became dizzy with excitement. They stood up with flushed faces and said enthusiastically, "If you like it, we'll make it for you every day from now on."

Jiang Yue smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Her actions also stunned the production crew.

Only naive young boys are so easily fooled.

A few sweet words are all it takes to coax them into working like slaves.

Is this how she always pampers her husband at home?

The director felt like he had swallowed a bitter pill, unable to express his grievances. He had originally intended to quietly torment this pampered troublemaker more in the program.

But no matter what methods they used, they were ineffective against her.

Unfortunately, the others followed her lead, which made it impossible for the pranks the production team had prepared in advance to work.

They did prepare some rather despicable literacy games.

Although he was brave enough, he didn't dare to dance to Jiang Yue's triggers, because if he upset her, it would be difficult to handle the situation.

The director was hesitating about whether to start a literacy game after dinner when his assistant suddenly poked him in the back. He glared at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

The assistant's face flushed with excitement, and he stammered, "Our real-time ratings are about to climb to second place."

It was just a hair's breadth away.

A difference of a fraction of a percent.

The director was also taken aback, because the previous season of this terrible show didn't even rank highly, had no sponsors, and the station didn't allocate much funding.

They had never seen such a grand occasion before, let alone achieved such great results.

It's a pity that this episode is about to end.

Otherwise, the ratings could have gone up even further.

While the director expressed his regret, Ye Lan and her fans breathed a sigh of relief.

On the day the new drama premiered, they kept a close eye on the data. There were a few times when they were about to be overtaken by Jiang Yue's variety show, and they felt so suffocated that they could hardly breathe.

My face really hurts.

They could only console themselves that Jiang Yue was just having good luck lately, and that she wouldn't be so lucky tomorrow.

Jiang Yue's fans remained calm despite being ridiculed; they carefully observed the data trends and saw that the popularity of "Xian Tan" was declining.

Jiang Yue's variety show appearances, on the other hand, gradually increased, taking the exact opposite direction.

We'll definitely be able to overtake them tomorrow.

Jiang Yue, who had already finished recording, didn't feel that it was any different from her daily life. She even brought a whole suitcase full of books with her this time.

It covers everything from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, including popular science and miscellaneous topics.

Jiang Yue used to enjoy reading these miscellaneous books. Back then, she would lazily lean against the rocking chair under the porch, reading and basking in the sun.

She grabbed a book and went to the terrace.

Leaning lazily against the chair, the bright moonlight illuminating the girl's clear, fair face, she was engrossed in her book, finishing the entire chapter before gradually becoming sleepy.

The open book covered her face.

She slowly drifted into a deep sleep without realizing it.

A long dream engulfs me, and I find myself in an unfamiliar surrounding.

Behind her were two prison guards. Through a thick glass window, she looked down and saw her slender wrists handcuffed. She seemed very timid, her whole body trembling, and she cautiously looked at the people on the other side of the glass window: "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt her. Please let me out."

*

Zhou Ji arrived at the villa in the suburbs of Beijing at exactly 9:30.

He wanted to go upstairs, and naturally no one dared to stop him. Everyone present pretended to be deaf and blind, and the man's cold aura made them even more hesitant to approach him.

Zhou Ji pushed open the door, and the wind by the French windows stirred the pale white curtains.

The woman had a book covering her face, as if she were asleep.

Zhou Ji closed and locked the door. He walked slowly and quietly to her side, then reached out and removed the book from her face.

The man's gaze fell on her face; there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, and she curled up uncomfortably.

I don't know what nightmare she had that caused her to lose so many pearls.

Zhou Ji carefully lifted her from the chair and placed her back on the large bed in the master bedroom. After a few seconds of silence, he bent down and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

This moment of tenderness.

Perhaps only the moonlight knows.