Mu Yanshi remained calm, showing none of the furtive behavior typically associated with surveillance.

He was so open and honest, as if he were the only one who should be there.

Ji Chen and Fu Yu went to see a movie, and Mu Yan specifically bought seats in the row behind them.

To prevent Ji Chen from taking advantage of the dark atmosphere to get close to Fu Yu.

The two went surfing at the beach. Mu Yan disguised himself as an instructor and led Ji Chen to another speedboat.

To prevent physical contact between the two during teaching.

When going to the arcade to play claw machines, Mu Yan bribed the owner beforehand to have all the claws on the machine adjusted to their loosest position.

After working for more than half an hour, Ji Chen still couldn't grab a single doll.

Ji Chen: Enough! I'm tired. Let's destroy this! They're treating me like a Japanese citizen!

"I don't care about the things before, but I can't stand being loosened up. Don't ask, I just feel the same way."

"I'm not being insensitive, but am I the only one who finds this terrifying? Fu Yu and Mu Yan haven't even confirmed their feelings for each other yet, and he already won't allow Fu Yu to have contact with other men. That's such a strong possessiveness, it's terrifying."

After a few "agree" comments flashed by.

All negative comments about Mu Yanshi disappeared from the interface.

Chairman Mu took off his reading glasses and rubbed his furrowed brows.

The assistant brought Fu Yu's information to him.

"You originally wanted Young Master Sun and Jiang Lu to successfully pair up on the dating reality show, but now it seems..."

That's probably impossible.

The Jiang family is not considered a wealthy family in Haicheng, but they have a clean background.

Chairman Mu, the daughter of the Jiang family, had met him a few times, but she couldn't say she liked him.

But her lively and clever nature might be able to pull Mu Yanshi out of the mire of pain.

This was Chairman Mu's initial idea.

Chairman Mu quickly browsed through Fu Yu's information, and his finger paused slightly when he saw a certain piece of information.

Observing the change in her expression, the assistant tentatively asked, "Should we take action now?"

Chairman Mu's eyes flickered.

I wasn't quite sure, so I looked at it again.

"Contact Yichen and tell him I need to speak with him."

Upon receiving the text message from Chairman Mu's special assistant, Song Yichen calmly turned off the screen.

Unlike the other guests who came from the entertainment industry, he was very busy with work and had to deal with a lot of official business every day.

The production team gave him special permission to use his own phone number.

However, you cannot log in to any social media accounts.

Song Yichen readily agreed.

He never pays attention to online trends.

Those gimmicks that sprang up like mushrooms after rain were themselves products of his media companies.

In his view, there was no need to pay attention to it.

He put away his phone and looked at Jiang Lu, who was drinking milk tea.

He could see through her hidden ambition at a glance.

Having ambition is not a bad thing, and Song Yichen is no exception.

In some ways, they are the same kind of people.

Jiang Lu had just returned from the bathroom, and her expression wasn't good.

She had just checked public opinion on her private phone.

The production team, which was originally supposed to market Jiang Lu's charming image, has released several new montage videos that are all about Fu Yumu's banquet.

Ji Chen and Fu Yu's live-streamed date also became a trending topic.

"On the surface, it's a trending topic about two people, but in reality, it's about three."

"I never expected Brother Mu to be a stalker with such an authoritative face."

"This date is also known as the Tribulations of Ji Chen."

"Didn't anyone notice the shipping? Fu Yu gave Mu Yanshi a look, and Mu Yanshi immediately stopped making any obvious moves. A little while later, he started acting up again, looking cowardly. If you knew I ship Fu Yu and Mu Yanshi, you would think I'm very happy."

Online comments are all focused on Fu Yu.

Even the scene of Xiang Nuan waking Fu Yu up was captured by some people and used as a point of contention in their friendship.

Jiang Lu, on the contrary, became invisible to the production team.

The number of viewers in her live stream where she was dating Song Yichen was less than a fraction of the number in Fu Yujichen's live stream.

The audience that remained were all her longtime fans.

Jiang Lu couldn't figure out where the problem was.

She's a master at creating on-screen couples, and Song Yichen is very perceptive; their interactions clearly have a lot of sexual tension.

But the audience didn't buy it at all.

After finishing her meal, Jiang Lu stood up, twisted her high heels, and fell straight towards Song Yichen.

Song Yichen quickly grabbed her arm.

Are you alright?

Song Yichen looked at her with concern and gently helped her sit down again.

She knelt in front of him and pressed down on the loose shoelaces of her high heels.

"Let me tie it for you."

"Ahhh, so sweet! I declare Song Yichen my new son-in-law!"

"My daughter is so beautiful, and Song Yichen is so handsome. They are a perfect match."

"It tastes like industrial saccharin."

"These two seem more like a marriage of convenience, with each harboring feelings for someone else."

"If you don't like the female lead and the fourth male lead, get out! Nobody's forcing you to ship them!"

The originally harmonious live stream room suddenly turned into a war of words.

The production team realized something was wrong and immediately shut down the comments section.

The escalating verbal battle did not affect the two people who were on a date.

Song Yichen picked up Jiang Lu and carried her to the nanny van.

In her past life, Jiang Lu was so focused on seducing Mu Yan that she didn't realize how good Song Yichen was.

She nestled obediently in Song Yichen's arms.

With their backs to the camera, Jiang Lu bit her lip and ran her fingertips across Song Yichen's firm chest.

"May I call you Yichen?"

"sure."

With a knowing smile, Song Yichen held down Jiang Lu's fidgeting wrist and carried her to the seat next to him.

He tugged at his waistcoat, smoothing out the wrinkles.

His eyes were dark and deep, like an impenetrable fog.

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