Cen Yu went up the stairs to the second floor. The crew said that the cameras in the room were supposed to be on for a while tonight, but considering what happened tonight, they could only do it tomorrow.

But I still hope that you can turn on the camera after I wake up, so that we can film a scene of me getting up.

Cen Yu didn't find it troublesome. After he entered the room, he heard soft voices.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yu Jinheng making a phone call on the balcony.

They shared a terrace. Yu Jinheng leaned against the edge of the terrace, seemingly talking on the phone. When he got excited, he couldn't help but cough a few times. He calmed down for a moment before sighing and hanging up the phone.

The terrace door was closed at the moment, so Cen Yu naturally couldn't hear Yu Jinheng's words.

Of course, even if he could hear it clearly, he wouldn't be interested.

After finishing the phone call, Yu Jinheng seemed to notice Cen Yu's return. After hanging up, he left the terrace—the door between the two was not closed, and Cen Yu clearly saw Yu Jinheng's figure leaving the terrace.

The other person seemed to have already washed up; he was wearing a silk nightgown underneath and his usual light-colored clothes on top.

An oatmeal-colored knit sweater was draped over his body, paired with dark-colored pajamas, making him appear as if he were composed of only two colors.

A pale oatmeal color, and an ink-like black.

Yu Jinheng was a contradictory person from beginning to end. Standing by the door that separated the two spaces, he said to Cen Yu, "If you want to take a shower, the bathroom is empty right now."

It's not empty, you're right here.

Cen Yu muttered to herself, thinking that Yu Jinheng was just talking nonsense, but she still searched for a change of clothes in her suitcase for a while.

He didn't bring a bathrobe either; considering the filming needs, he only brought a T-shirt and beach shorts to wear as pajamas.

He crumpled his clothes into a ball, held them in his hand, and headed towards the bathroom.

Yu Jinheng seemed to completely ignore him, having already returned to his reading chair in the room and turned on the light beside him.

He casually picked up a book he had read before, opened it, and then watched Cen Yu enter the bathroom.

Then he looked away.

...

Cen Yu hadn't expected that the bath products in this villa were exactly the same as those in her own home.

The bathroom was quite spacious... He glanced down at the bandaged wound on his knee, raised an eyebrow, and honestly thought everyone was making a mountain out of a molehill.

But they also knew that since the bandage was already in place, it was best to avoid getting it wet.

So he opened the bathroom door and knocked on the wall a few times, attracting the attention of Yu Jinheng, who was reading a book over there.

Only when the other person looked at him did he say, "Could you find me some plastic wrap?"

"Plastic wrap?" Yu Jinheng seemed not to understand his meaning. "What do you need plastic wrap for?"

Cen Yu pointed to his leg, "It was just bandaged, so it shouldn't get wet." He gestured as if he were wrapping it up, "I'll just tie it with plastic wrap."

Yu Jinheng's gaze fell on his knees.

At this moment, Cen Yu had already taken off his shirt, and was only wearing the swimming trunks he was wearing today. The plasters on his body had not yet been removed, and together with the bandaged wound on his knee, he looked rather pitiful.

Yu Jinheng continued looking down at the book in his hands, "No need."

"The doctor is still here; we'll get another one soon."

He spoke casually, as if Cen Yu's question was really unimportant.

Cen Yu leaned against the bathroom door. "Hasn't the doctor gone back?" he asked tentatively.

“He has a room here.” Yu Jinheng didn’t look up. “If you have any questions, just say them.”

Cen Yu clicked his tongue, surprised that Yu Jinheng was so perceptive. He went straight to the point, "So this is your villa?"

He looked at Yu Jinheng and asked, "The 'sugar daddy' the production team was talking about is you?"

"Yes." Yu Jinheng did not deny it.

Cen Yu pondered for a moment, looking at the door that separated the two rooms, and finally understood Yu Jinheng's painstaking efforts—

They specially arranged this luxurious villa so that he wouldn't have to live with other people.

If it were that "small and cozy" home from the original story, he would probably have to sleep in the same room as someone else no matter how the draw went.

Now that the answer had been revealed, Cen Yu had no intention of asking any further questions.

Anyway, Yu Jinheng was willing to provide a large villa, which would be more comfortable for him. With that in mind, he closed the door and prepared to take a shower.

...

Just as Cen Yu was pondering whether or not to peel off the plaster, she noticed that the fat cat suddenly reminded her.

【Host! 】

Someone is smearing you online!

"Where? Where?" Cen Yu immediately became excited.

The system immediately sent several posts to Cen Yu's phone, and Cen Yu opened the posts in those groups.

Everything seemed normal until one reply started to go wrong—

Am I overthinking this? This Cen Yu isn't supposed to be a company employee, so why is he wearing all designer clothes?

[…I'm speechless, Dad! Can't people even have a little spare money?! Besides, shouldn't they wear nice clothes when going on TV?!]

[Stop arguing! I said it was bought by Sang Qianshan for his wife!]

[Hilarious! Saying Cen Yu might be from a wealthy family means they probably don't know what his university life was like, right?]

That newly registered alt account has been stirring things up.

[If he weren't short of money, why would he have become a model for Sang Qianshan?]

[Besides, when Cen Yu was in school, she was working part-time making milk tea...]

After saying that, he even showed a photo.

In the photo, Cen Yu is seen taking orders from customers with a blank expression.

The comments section is in chaos again, with everyone calling her "wife" and some even asking if anyone can write an article about a big star and a bubble tea maker!

The player on the smaller account seemed surprised that the game was completely unplayable, and finally, in a desperate move, resorted to a drastic measure—

[Let's be frank! The reason Cen Yu can wear designer brands and seems to be living such a good life is because she has a rich boyfriend!]

[I find it laughable that you all ship him with Sang Qianshan... Don't you know he has a boyfriend?!]

These words immediately threw the entire group into chaos.

Some people even took screenshots of all of this person's posts and created a separate thread, which was then followed by marketing accounts.

Cen Yu leaned against the sink, savoring the posts that mocked him with the fat cat, and decided to register a new account to join the fray himself.

[If you ask me, Cen Yu is a morally corrupt, stingy man from a poor background! I advise you not to speak up for him!]