In that split second, Sheng Zhicheng's mind flashed back to the twenty-eighth time his father had pulled his ear and given him this instruction before he set off:

"That actress named Nan Xian is President He Mingxiao's darling. You must stay far away from her, and don't even glance at her, understand?"

Sheng Zhicheng felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He swallowed hard, stiffly averting his gaze. Right now, he wouldn't even turn his head an inch towards Nan Xian, let alone sneak a peek!

Who is He Mingxiao? He's a ruthless tyrant in the business world, a man who kills without shedding blood!

He was a simple-minded money-grubber who loved to admire beautiful women, but what he loved most was money.

Nan Xian then saw that the golden coin that was spinning happily above Sheng Zhicheng's head suddenly stopped spinning as if it had been put out of the fire, and then trembled in fear.

Nan Xian exclaimed in surprise, blinked, and couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to get closer to observe it more closely.

When she got close, Sheng Zhicheng was so frightened he almost exploded.

He didn't even need to turn around to know that He Mingxiao was watching him from behind!

Still with that murderous gaze!

Sheng Zhicheng was inwardly suffering: Waaah, I'm just an ordinary little imp who came to participate in a variety show for fun, please don't mess with me!

Nan Xian raised her eyes—

Wow, the gold coin is shaking even more violently now.

She tilted her head, thoughtfully touched her chin, and tentatively returned to her seat.

Sheng Zhicheng caught a glimpse of her movement out of the corner of his eye and breathed a sigh of relief: Thank goodness, this troublemaker didn't come over... any closer and President He's gaze would probably have pierced him to death...

The golden coin, mimicking its owner, breathed a sigh of relief, stopped trembling, and soon began to spin happily again.

Nan Xian watched this scene with great interest and laughed.

Could it be... that I'm too intimidating? It's fine if I don't get close, but once I do, it easily frightens me?

Then, recalling Situ Ting's boast about how she easily annihilated a thousand-year-old demon in her dream, Nan Xian clenched her fist in her palm, her eyes lighting up, further confirming her suspicions.

Yes, that's right, it must be because I'm too amazing!

**

After the usual exchange of compliments among the six guests, the recording of this episode officially began.

The first part, of course, is the most popular segment for viewers: choosing a partner.

Director Deng announced the game rules: a test of tacit understanding—six guests enter a small room in turn and use twenty sets of words to form a coherent sentence. The two people with the highest degree of word overlap become a team.

After hearing the rule, Nan Xian immediately understood. She glanced at He Mingxiao, then at Director Deng, revealing a subtle expression that showed she understood everything.

Director Deng guiltily turned his gaze away: ...Ahem, don't look at me, don't look at me, I'm just a humble working person.

Nan Xian was the third to enter the small room. She glanced at the words displayed on the screen, her eyes darting around, and suddenly an idea came to her.

Following Nan Xian was He Mingxiao.

As they passed each other, he paused slightly and glanced at her profile.

To match her outfit, Nan Xian's makeup artist placed a light purple crystal necklace on her forehead.

The crystal was elegantly shaped, like a drop of water falling between her eyebrows. It swayed slightly with her movements, highlighting the silvery-white glint at the corner of her eyes and adding to her refined and noble air.

As those shimmering eyes sparkled, He Mingxiao's heart felt as if it had been gently brushed by a soft goose feather, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

As if oblivious to his intense gaze, Nan Xian gave a sly smile and left with light steps.

He Mingxiao stared at her retreating figure, then suddenly paused, belatedly realizing what was happening.