The three of them worked for half a day, dividing the tasks, before they finally finished killing all the fish in the fishing box.

Nanxi vomited violently over the sink, emptying her stomach. Then, she sat weakly on the sofa, hugged herself, and cried softly.

Jiang Hexi and Yu Xiangwan walked past her without offering a word of comfort, and went straight upstairs to take a shower.

Apart from Nanxi's fans who felt sorry for her, the rest of the live stream was filled with merciless mockery.

[Crying, crying, crying! What right does she have to cry? It's like Xi Mei and Wan Wan bullied her, when clearly she's the one badmouthing them.]

[If you encountered such a scheming girl in real life, you'd be incredibly unlucky. She wouldn't do any work, but she'd get all the blame thrown on you.]

[I used to think these rich and beautiful sisters were all talk and no action, pretentious and affected. But now, compared to Nan Xi, the two sisters are incredibly capable and efficient—killing fish, feeding chickens, driving tractors—they're practically role models for modern women!]

As the village chief was driving the four male guests back, they encountered Uncle Ge on the way.

The two old friends met, exchanged pleasantries, and then started talking about their recent situations.

Uncle Ge was straightforward and outspoken. As they chatted, he started talking about the fish-killing incident that morning, how the three of them divided the work, and how Nanxi couldn't bear it and cried her eyes out. He told the village chief all of this as if it were a joke.

After Uncle Ge patted his behind and left, everyone sitting in the carriage knew what had happened that morning.

Nanxi heard the sound of an electric scooter coming from the yard. She sat on the sofa with her head in her hands and cried even more bitterly.

The four people stood outside the door, hesitant to cross the threshold.

Yan Jie entered first, tiptoed through the living room, took two steamed buns and a bowl of pickled vegetable porridge from the table, and quietly returned to his room.

Shen Yingyu and Xie Wanyi both followed his example.

The two walked past Nanxi with lightning speed, each grabbing their lunch and leaving.

In the end, Chu Yang was left standing at the door, torn between whether or not to go forward and comfort Nan Xi, unable to take that step.

After all that had happened, he finally saw Nan Xi's true colors. He disliked her from the bottom of his heart, but his upbringing bound him, preventing him from ignoring the sadness of others.

After much internal struggle, he exhaled a breath of stale air and finally figured it out.

His brothers don't care about these things, so why should he worry about them?

He followed his brothers' example, tiptoed into the house, took some steamed buns and pickled vegetables with congee, and disappeared into the living room in the blink of an eye.

Nanxi cried for a long time, but no one came to comfort her.

She gradually stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and raised her pitiful eyes from her elbow, staring blankly at the empty living room.

They then discovered that the lunch on the long table had been completely looted at some point.

I know it's not very nice to laugh at this moment, but I still can't help but roar to the heavens, hahaha!

[Heaven knows the look of shock that flashed across Nan Xi's face when she looked at the dining table: Where's my lunch? They didn't even leave me a steamed bun!]

[Those second-generation chaebol heirs really don't tolerate her at all. It's so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying!]

[Little White Poplar has finally stopped being a pushover. From now on, you should learn from your older brothers. You've made great progress.]

This is the kind of documentary-style variety show I should be watching. It's not about who cries the loudest to be right. The five members of the chaebol group each have their own standards; they have their own criteria for judging who is right and who is wrong.

[There's no need for us to jump around in the live stream trying to drive people away; once the second-generation rich kids make their move, Nanxi becomes unnecessary.]

After the live broadcast ended at noon, Director Chen met with Nan Xi's agent, Tang Ying, in a small, dark room.

"As you've seen in the past few days of filming, Nan Xi doesn't fit in with the six guests; she can't integrate into the farming team."

"So, what is Director Chen trying to tell me?"

"Let's give each other some dignity. I hope she will voluntarily withdraw from the filming of this variety show."

"impossible."

Tang Ying flatly refused him, "Nan Xi has to participate in at least three episodes before leaving, that's stipulated in the contract before she came."

Director Chen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up slowly from his chair, and looked directly at the person in front of him, saying:

“I gave her a chance before, but she not only didn’t stop, she continued to cause trouble on the show, making it impossible to watch the rest of the program. This time she has no choice but to leave.”

"Director Chen, you should have a serious talk with Chairman Liu of CCTV about this."

Director Chen watched as Tang Ying took out her phone and dialed Chairman Liu's number. He smiled with utter contempt.

“I have ways to edit Nan Xi into three episodes.”

Tang Ying abruptly hung up the phone and glared at Chen Lang.

She never imagined that someone as stubborn as him would dig such a pit and bury her alive!

The contract clearly states that Nan Xi must appear in the three episodes broadcast on satellite TV, rather than participating in the recording of all three episodes!

If he just edits in some snippets of memories, Nanxi won't need to participate in any more shows.

"Director Chen, do you know how much popularity Nan Xi has generated for this show since she came here?"

Tang Ying opened her bag, took out a stack of data sheets, but before she could hand them over, Director Chen stopped her with a gesture:

“I don’t need this kind of hype. She’s ruined a perfectly good farming program. If she wants to be famous, there are plenty of ways. There’s no need to waste time here.”

Seeing his resolute attitude, Tang Ying threw the data sheet in her hand into the trash can, and said with endless sarcasm:

"Director Chen, you're the most high-minded person in the whole world! Why don't you make a proper documentary and instead make some sensationalist variety show?!"

"On the one hand, they're making a fortune, and on the other hand, they think they're something special, saying they don't care about popularity. Then why are you staring at the data in the backend all day?"

Chen Lang stood in the shadows, silently watching her.

Tang Ying pointed at him and continued to mock, "Could it be that your documentaries are unpopular and nobody watches them anymore?"

The door to the small dark room was forcefully kicked open, and the assistant director appeared in the doorway, shouting:

"Tang Ying, get out of the director's office!"

"You were right."

Before leaving, Tang Ying didn't forget to rub salt into his wound:

"You call this a labor documentary reality show? Tear off the fig leaf of 'documentary' and you've been stuck on this ever since you decided to start making this variety show. There's no going back now, Chen Lang."

The assistant director looked over with a worried expression. "Director Chen, she's doing this on purpose to upset you. Don't believe what she says."

"I know what I'm doing."

Director Chen looked at him with sharp eyes: "You know what you want to do in the future. Instead of worrying about me, you should go and see if Nan Xi has left."

The assistant director obediently nodded, "I'll go and take a look."

After everyone had left, Director Chen took a cigarette from his pack, struck a match, and lit it.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette into his lungs, and the faint embers illuminated his eyes, which were more desolate than the night itself.