“No,” Qiaoqiao shook her head, “You are much prettier than her.”

Le Yao paused for a moment, then smiled: "It's always President Qiao who speaks."

“It’s true, especially your figure, it’s all natural, curvaceous and shapely. I dare say, if you entered the entertainment industry, she wouldn’t stand a chance.” Le Yao tapped her phone. “See, netizens have sharp eyes too.”

Le Yao leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, there were people commenting on this topic below.

Netizen 【怪怪怪】: Am I the only one who thinks Han Binglan is actually prettier than Yan Zimeng? Please don't attack me, this is just my personal opinion. (Image of Han Binglan hugging a dog)

Netizen [Deep Laughing in Dreams]: I agree with the comment above, especially her figure, wow, if she debuts, I will definitely be the first fan.

...

"Everyone says keyboard warriors are despicable, but actually most netizens are quite discerning." Le Yao was happy. Han Binglan had a great figure, and having danced since elementary school, she was very disciplined with her diet and exercised regularly, so she maintained a perfect figure. Even though she missed a year of exercise due to her marriage to Nangong Jue, it didn't affect her much.

However, since she transmigrated and started cooking for herself, she's been showing signs of developing a double chin. There's nothing she can do about it; she was already a good cook, and perhaps God made her even better after transmigrating, so she can hardly resist the temptation.

It seems I need to be more careful in the future.

As for entering the entertainment industry, forget it. She doesn't think she has the acting skills. Besides, even if she marries into a wealthy family now, she won't have any privacy. If she really enters the industry, she'll be watched every day. How can she live her life like that?

Zeyu Garden.

The large room was now dimly lit. Nangong Jue was huddled tightly in a corner. He seemed to have returned to those unbearable dark years. The suffocating feeling made him tremble all over, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He seemed to be enduring great pain, but he endured it tightly and did not make a sound.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Uncle Bai had been keeping watch outside. He noticed something was wrong when the Duke returned today and was afraid something might have happened. When he heard the noise, he hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. He was startled when he saw what was going on. After all, the Duke hadn't had any problems for many years. He didn't dare to delay and quickly pinched the Duke's philtrum.

After a long while, Nangong Jue finally slowly opened his eyes.

Uncle Bai also breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine now," Nangong Jue said weakly. "No need to call Yun Shen anymore."

"Go to bed and lie down first." Uncle Bai helped the man to bed, then poured him a glass of warm water and fed it to him. He then took the first-aid kit, took the man's hand, and helped him treat his wounds.

His restraint just now had resulted in his palm being stabbed until it was bloody and mangled.

The next day was Sunday. At 10 a.m., Le Yao and Qiao Qiao started their second live stream right on time.

As soon as the live stream started, more than a hundred people flooded in, and the number kept increasing, with the chat instantly becoming dense with comments.

[Finally, the second live stream is here! I'd like to ask, is it still the same guy driving the Porsche delivering goods today?]

[The person upstairs is ridiculous! This is a food livestream, why are you watching the handsome guys? Why are you looking at the Porsche? I want to ask the lady if she's making tiramisu today?]