As An Xinrong spoke, she secretly glanced at Zhuang Yan's expression and reaction.

Did you care? Were you angry? Did you feel uncomfortable seeing her on a date with another man?

"Fang Chen is really nice. He takes amazing photos; he'll squat down to find the perfect angle and make my legs look so long and slender. He's also very meticulous and patient. He remembers things I've only mentioned once, and there's more..."

Zhuang Yan listened attentively to her, without any impatience on her face.

An Xinrong instantly felt as if her enthusiasm had been thrown into ice water. She closed her open mouth and asked after a moment of silence, "Zhuang Yan, what do you think of Fang Chen?"

Why are you asking me this?

An Xinrong hugged the earthenware pot tightly and said awkwardly, "Isn't it said that men understand men better?"

“I haven’t known him as long as you have. You just went on a date with him today. Can’t you tell what he’s like? If you want to understand him, try to feel it with your heart. What you know from other people may not be the truth, and it’s not fair to him.”

"I don't want to understand him, I want to see you..." An Xinrong blushed and almost blurted out her true feelings. She glared at Zhuang Yan angrily.

Playing hard to get, being distant and close at will—it's all useless. That blockhead Zhuang Yan actually advised her to try to understand Fang Chen.

Does he really want him to be with someone else that badly?

After getting angry, she felt deflated, like a bulging balloon suddenly deflated. An Xinrong, who had been full of energy just moments before, suddenly felt a throbbing pain and irritability in her chest.

Lu Yan, standing to the side, smiled, looking on with amusement, her lips seemingly laced with contempt, as if she had seen through An Xinrong's thoughts. An Xinrong felt utterly ashamed, like a clown.

She hugged the clay pot tightly, her arms trembling, as if she wanted to crush the clay in her arms.

"It's nothing. I just think Fang Chen is pretty good too. At least he's better than you, stronger than you, more romantic than you, and understands women better than you."

Lu Yan, who was standing next to her, laughed out loud: "Since you think he's so great, why don't you be with him? Anyway, this show is all about dating. If you choose Fang Chen, no one will compete with you. We will all support you."

Who I'm with is none of your business.

Lu Yan turned her head to look at Zhuang Yan, and said with a sudden realization, "It really has nothing to do with us, right, Zhuang Yan?"

It is us, not me.

Don't be fooled by the fact that they differ by only one word; the meanings are completely different.

Zhuang Yan hummed in response, and An Xinrong's face instantly turned pale.

She felt inexplicably wronged, and her nose tingled and her eyes immediately turned red.

An Xinrong is prone to crying, is bad at writing but addicted to it, and likes to be sarcastic, but when it comes to arguing, she can't win the argument.

Her insults are superficial, but when others criticize her, they always hit the bullseye.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was completely on Lu Yan's side and listening to her, An Xinrong could only desperately hold back her tears.

Why is he helping Lu Yan so much?

Doesn't he feel uncomfortable about Lu Yan's identity? She's Xia Wan's aunt.

An Xinrong glared at Lu Yan without any momentum. It would be too embarrassing to cry at this time. No matter what, she couldn't lose her momentum. She wanted to compete with Lu Yan for a man, so she couldn't let Lu Yan look down on her.

Lu Yan ignored An Xinrong and said, "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we're having for dinner tonight."

"good."

"Bang—" The sound of something breaking came from behind. Zhuang Yan turned around and saw that An Xinrong's earthenware pot had been smashed.

Lu Yan: "Don't worry about her, let her clean up herself."

Zhuang Yan watched as An Xinrong squatted on the ground, unsure whether she was crying or cleaning up the mess.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help but recall what Fang Chen had reminded him of yesterday.

It's no wonder Zhuang Yan was slow to react; after all, in his previous life, An Xinrong had always been hostile and sarcastic towards him.

After he married Xia Wan, she would urge Xia Wan to divorce him every few days, even saying it to his face.

Bearing the stereotypes he had of An Xinrong from his previous life, Zhuang Yan simply couldn't understand why An Xinrong, who had always looked down on him, would like him.

All I can say is that An Xinrong's way of liking someone is quite unique; most people really wouldn't be able to guess it.

...

Lu Yan's expression was indifferent. Her opinion of An Xinrong was that she was just a little brat and should go play somewhere else.

Xia Wan is already on her way. An Xinrong considers herself Xia Wan's best friend. So, will she still dare to chase after Zhuang Yan in front of her best friend in the future?

Lu Yan knew her niece very well.

Anything that passes through her hands, even if it's destroyed, she won't give it to anyone else. If anyone dares to take it from her, she'll turn on them without hesitation.

...

Jiang Ning and Ling Xuan are cooking tonight.

Jiang Ning's best skill is making porridge, and tonight she's making yam and millet porridge, which is good for the stomach.

While the porridge is cooking in the pot, I also need to prepare a few side dishes.

With Zhuang Yan and Lu Yan joining them, dinner was quickly prepared.

The show has been filming for 20 days, and they still don't have assigned seats, so every time it's time to eat, there's a lot of fighting and scrambling.

The audience loves watching the chaotic scene most, and they also like to comment that the moment Zhuang Yan sits down at the table, it's like Tang Sanzang entering the Spider Cave.

Lu Yan always managed to sit next to Zhuang Yan. Rather than staying put, she preferred to take the initiative and directly call Zhuang Yan to sit next to her.

So in most cases, it's Jiang Ning and An Xinrong who are competing. If they can't sit next to Zhuang Yan, they'll sit opposite him.

But today, things changed. After Fang Chen sat down, he took the initiative to call out to An Xinrong, "Xinrong, come sit next to me."

An Xinrong glanced at Zhuang Yan first, and only walked over after seeing that he didn't react.

Fang Chen smiled and served An Xinrong a bowl of porridge.

The six of them ate and chatted, mostly about their date that day, where they went, and how they had fun.

The question I was asked most often was about Zhuang Yan.

When Zhuang Yan answered, he keenly noticed that some people around him were looking at him strangely. Some were watching with amusement, while others were feeling sorry for him.

Did something happen today that he doesn't know about?

Zhuang Yan did not investigate further.

Fang Chen said, "We went to Ocean Mansion today, which is where you and Lu Yan went on a date last time. I must say, that place is really suitable for a date. Xinrong had a lot of fun today. I wish I hadn't changed it last time."

Ling Xuan didn't want to talk about dating; today he was either acting as a son or a driver.

He realized that this show was specifically prepared for Zhuang Yan. Lu Yan and Jiang Ning came for Zhuang Yan. As for An Xinrong, she glanced at Zhuang Yan no less than fifty times during the meal. Only Fang Chen felt good about himself. Didn't he realize that he was living in Zhuang Yan's shadow?

It should be noted that the location for this second round of dates was arranged by the female guest, and An Xinrong chose Ocean Mansion, which Zhuang Yan had visited, instead of anywhere else.

After dinner, some washed the dishes, others washed their faces, and after the table was cleaned up, Lu Yan washed her hands and returned to her room. She turned on the light and saw the plush rabbit on Jiang Ning's bed.