Chapter Seventy-Eight: Playing Games, Wen Jing Has a Cheat Code

Hot air balloons, Pamukkale, the Aegean Sea, Cappadocia—these are the words that evoke romance when you think of Turkey.

In the afternoon, everyone rested, and the cameraman filmed some of their daily lives for later editing.

This arrangement is quite reasonable, as it prevents everyone from having to work at high intensity after a long journey.

It was afternoon, and the golden sunlight shone brightly on the street.

As Song Nian'an led Wen Jing through Istanbul, looking at the ancient palaces and mosques scattered among the buildings, she excitedly tilted her head and said to the man next to her, "These are sights I've only ever seen in books and on TV. I never imagined seeing them in person would be so breathtaking!"

When Wen Jing stood on the shore of the Bosphorus Strait, seagulls flapped their wings and flew overhead. When he turned around, many foreign friends couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to take pictures.

A beautiful Turkish woman, dressed in fur and high heels, walked over and greeted Wen Jing in fluent English.

The beautiful woman asked Wen Jing if he was interested in becoming an international male model.

Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing's cameraman; the camera was shaking so badly he could barely keep his mouth shut.

The once-glorious CEO of the Wen family was approached and forced to work as a male model in Türkiye?

No wonder, the sea in Istanbul always has a kind of broken lightness that makes you want to have a romantic encounter.

Wen Jing still politely expressed his gratitude, then stepped forward and stamped Song Nian'an's forehead with his seal, saying, "Sorry, I'm just here on my honeymoon with my partner."

The beautiful woman seemed to approve of them; after exchanging glances, she left them with her sincerest blessings.

Hand in hand, they experienced the awe of looking up at Hagia Sophia for the first time, ate salad in the rooftop restaurant while waiting for dusk to fall, went to see the tranquility and gentleness of the Marilla Sea at night, and returned to the hotel.

In just one afternoon, amidst exotic scenery, experience the romance of an ordinary couple.

If this is a dream, and only exists in a book, then let me never wake up.

Song Nian'an didn't want to leave this world.

Wen Jing heard Song Nian'an talk about the setting of "the book" more than once, and he couldn't help but wonder about himself and Song Nian'an: is the book the world, or is the world in the book?

The vibration of her phone pulled Wen Jing back to reality.

PD: Everyone, gather in the hotel lobby at 9 PM tonight to issue temporary tasks.

Song Nian'an: Okay.

Fan Mengmeng: Huh? We're not back yet, we just got to the bar!

Chen Ye: Then let's go back. We're here to record a show, not to play around!

Fan Mengmeng:

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Weiwei: We're all asleep now, can we not wear makeup?

Chen Ye: Going to sleep so early? What kind of sleep? Hehehehe.

An Xing:......

Fan Mengmeng: Sorry, my dog ​​is sick, I'll take him home.

Shen Zhuangyue: Okay, we've prepared some snacks for everyone, so we've brought them along.

Fan Mengmeng: Wow, Yueyue is so thoughtful.

Shen Zhuangyue: Not at all, Si Yan and I learned how to make it at the chocolate shop this afternoon. It's just a small token of our appreciation, and we hope you won't mind.

Weiwei: How could that be? I love chocolate.

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Wen Jing and Song Nian'an arrived in the lobby early and sat on the sofa looking at the photos taken today.

Weiwei leaned closer and said, "These photos are really good. You guys went to so many places this afternoon!"

Song Nian'an patiently introduced the architectural style and historical background of each building to his senior.

As Shen Zhuangyue and Wen Siyan walked downstairs hand in hand, even the producer couldn't help but praise them, "As expected of a top celebrity, they still maintain such a look at night."

After sitting down on the sofa, Shen Zhuangyue proudly took out the gift she had prepared.

Even the staff received a small portion; though it was just a small piece, it was enough to win people's hearts.

When the chocolate was given to Song Nian'an, Shen Zhuangyue gave a fake, official smile, and Song Nian'an simply stood up and smiled back.

After a 14-hour long-haul flight and traveling under the scorching sun in the afternoon, Song Nian'an was so exhausted that she felt dizzy and lightheaded. When she stood up, she felt like she was walking on cotton.

My temples are throbbing with pain.

She lost her balance and was quickly supported by Wen Siyan.

Having just returned to the lobby from outside the hotel, Shen Ye and Fan Mengmeng, slightly tipsy, joked, "The relationship between our guests is so harmonious, unlike other shows that have all that scheming and melodramatic plots. This show focuses on friendship!"

Pd explained seriously, "Xiao Wen and President Wen are family, and Xiao An and Xiao Yue are even related as aunt and niece."

Wen Jing pried Wen Siyan's wrists off, helped Song Nian'an sit down, gently lifted his calf onto her thigh, and began to massage it.

[After flying for so long, my legs feel like two big white radishes. It's so awful.]

"It's my fault, I didn't notice you were too tired." Wen Jing's fingertips touched his leg, and it felt like deflating a balloon, a tingling sensation, leaving white finger marks wherever they touched. "Raise your legs a little, it will feel better."

"No, it's not appropriate with so many people around." Song Nian'an tried to put her legs down, but was stopped.

"Be good, don't make me carry you back."

[Waaaaah, please stop charming me! I'm about to get aroused!]

Wen Jing looked down at him, still with that indifferent expression, but her voice held a hint of mockery, "Does it feel good, my hand?"

Song Nian'an shyly hummed in agreement.

Wen Siyan kept his eyes fixed on the two of them, and for a moment he didn't hear what Chen was saying next to him.

"Si Yan, Si Yan, making this chocolate must have been hard work."

"Heh, it's no trouble at all. I'm glad you like it." Wen Siyan's tone was sincere and gentle, but it was all just a facade.

Pd read out the rules for the little game that evening, which was basically charades.

This delighted Wen Jing. Guessing what his wife was gesturing? Sorry, he had a cheat code.

The first couple of guests are Shen Ye and Fan Mengmeng.

Fan Mengmeng jumped up and down in a panic, wagging her tail and gesturing wildly with her hands, but she still couldn't figure it out.

I couldn't guess the last one.

Fan Mengmeng yelled, "Did a dog eat your tongue? You can't even fart after all this time!"

Chen retorted, not to be outdone, "I can barely manage sign language, but I know absolutely nothing about pig language!"

The two of them made everyone laugh so hard they were doubled over.

Our award-winning actors, An Xing and Weiwei, have been married for many years and have a perfect understanding.

The two guessed five words correctly.

Shen Zhuangyue and Wen Siyan were not so lucky.

He kept trying to maintain his image in front of the camera, refusing to make any exaggerated gestures or movements. In the end, it was only with the help of someone outside the studio that Wen Siyan managed to guess two words correctly.

Wen Siyan stepped forward, helped Shen Zhuangyue straighten her clothes, and put on a gentlemanly expression, "It's okay, it's just a game."

After saying that, he kissed Shen Zhuangyue on the cheek.

Fan Mengmeng's wailing echoed across the field, "Look at Wen Siyan, and look at you! You lost the game and you lost your sportsmanship too!"

Shen retorted, "Why don't you take a look at yourself? How can you compare to Sister Shen!"

Everyone: They're so noisy...

Finally, it came to Wen Jing and Song Nian'an.

When Song Nian'an stood up, his legs were still shaking a little, and Wen Jing helped him slowly walk to the middle.

Pd said, "Don't be so nervous, it's okay."

Wen Jing nodded, indicating that they could begin.

Just as Song Nian'an raised one hand, Wen Jing gave his answer.

Everyone thought it was a coincidence.

The director gave the props team a look and used a difficult phrase—strike while the iron is hot.

Song Nian'an shook his coat and tapped it twice in the air as if he were holding a hammer.

Wen Jing blurted out, "Strike while the iron is hot."

"They must have had some pre-prepared code! There's no way it could be this fast!"

"Director, were you bribed to give us the standard answer? That's not fair!"

Pd looked completely bewildered.

He doesn't.

No, there isn't.