007 Rushes Over, Consumed by Jealousy

The next day, before dawn had even broken, Qu Wan was already up. She opened the door and was startled by the camera outside.

Do audiences really get up this early? What time was it, anyway? Were they all awake already?

Without even washing her face, Qu Wan walked in front of the camera and greeted everyone, “Good morning.”

There were still several thousand viewers online in the livestream room—some of Qu Wan’s fans, some passersby—who began to greet her in scattered voices.

Just as Qu Wan finished freshening up and yawned, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Someone had arrived this early? That was dedication.

She tiptoed downstairs, approached the door, and opened it.

The moment the door swung open, not only was Qu Wan stunned, but so were the thousands watching the livestream.

Jiang Zeyu?

No way, Jiang Zeyu actually showed up?

Did I get up too early—am I seeing things?

Isn’t this Qu Wan’s show? Jiang Zeyu dares to come? Is he here to leech off her?

“You—why are you here?” Qu Wan exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Zeyu said nothing, simply carried his suitcase inside. Qu Wan hurried to help him.

“Are the others still asleep?”

Qu Wan shook her head, “Not yet. You’re today’s special guest?”

“Mm.” Jiang Zeyu hauled his suitcase upstairs without waiting, heading straight for Qu Wan’s room and putting his things down.

He glanced at the messy bed, then strode over and began to make it. Qu Wan stood in the doorway, watching the scene unfold.

The viewer count in the livestream steadily climbed; tens of thousands watched together.

Is this what married life looks like?

My God, the husband is just too handsome! I’m drooling.

Just imagining Jiang Zeyu making Qu Wan’s bed gives me heart palpitations.

A rival in love is unforgivable!

Jiang Zeyu turned and saw Qu Wan standing there, dazed. “What are you staring at?”

Qu Wan smiled, “You look so handsome.”

Jiang Zeyu had arrived still holding onto a grudge. On his way, he’d seen Qu Wan playing games with Gu Siyuan, laughing so happily. It had left him feeling anything but pleased.

So even when he saw it was Qu Wan who opened the door, he’d refrained from smiling. But now, he couldn’t help but let a small smile curl at his lips.

Oh my God, that devilish smile—I’m dead.

Ahhh! My husband is smiling first thing in the morning, that’s all the motivation I need for the day.

Are Jiang Zeyu’s fans insane? He’s smiling at Qu Wan! What dreams are you all having?

Shut up, all of you!

As they headed out, Jiang Zeyu reached out and ruffled Qu Wan’s hair, “Hungry?”

Qu Wan nodded.

Jiang Zeyu picked up a bottle of milk from the sponsor on the table. “Have this to tide you over. I’ll see what’s in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Qu Wan clutched the milk, trailing after him like an eager puppy.

The others sleeping in the villa were soon awakened by the aroma wafting through the house.

Jiang Zeyu and Qu Wan each made themselves a bowl of noodles, sitting quietly together to eat.

Zhao Shen was also roused by the smell. Seeing Jiang Zeyu eating noodles, he was momentarily dumbfounded.

“Zeyu?”

“Mr. Zhao.” Jiang Zeyu stood up, and the two men shared a brief, friendly hug.

“It’s been a while.”

“It really has. Have you washed up yet, sir? Want a bowl of noodles?”

“Yes, let’s see if your cooking has improved.”

Qu Wan stood quietly to the side. In truth, Jiang Zeyu wasn’t much of a cook—noodles were probably his specialty.

This was actually her first time eating noodles he’d made. They hardly ever dined together, and he almost never cooked for her.

Gradually, everyone else woke up as well. Each person who saw Jiang Zeyu grew excited.

For some reason, Gu Siyuan felt a sense of foreboding when he spotted Jiang Zeyu.

When he went over for a quick hug, Jiang Zeyu squeezed his wrist.

Damn, this guy’s got quite the grip!

Jiang Zeyu looked at him with a half-smile. Gu Siyuan felt a little guilty—could it be because of his slip of the tongue yesterday? Didn’t he already text an explanation last night? Was Jiang Zeyu really not going to let it go?

What nobody else knew was that Gu Siyuan and Jiang Zeyu were actually high school classmates who’d even shared a dorm. They’d once been very close, but in recent years, their careers kept them busy and they’d fallen out of touch.

Now, with Jiang Zeyu and Qu Wan sitting together, the drama was palpable.

Viewer numbers in the livestream multiplied several times over, even crashing the platform repeatedly.

The production team had never expected Jiang Zeyu to agree to be a guest.

The show’s popularity soared. The top three trending topics were all about Jiang Zeyu—and, of course, Qu Wan.

Qu Wan herself hadn’t expected Jiang Zeyu to show up. She was completely unprepared and wondered if his fans were already tearing her apart.

“Our task for today,” the director announced, “is to help local farmers sell sugarcane. We’ll stick to last night’s teams. The team that earns the most gets lunch on the house. Second place eats with the staff. Third place cooks for themselves. Since you’re here, Zeyu, pick a team.”

Sun Yuxin thought Jiang Zeyu would avoid teaming up with Qu Wan to avoid rumors and nudged Xu Jiawei anxiously.

But before Xu Jiawei could say a word, Jiang Zeyu smiled, “No need to choose. Isn’t it obvious?”

He walked straight to Qu Wan’s side.

The two senior members laughed behind them, with Gu Siyuan making the biggest fuss.

The livestream chat exploded.

Suddenly, everything’s covered in pink bubbles!

Why does this feel so shippable?

Just one second—I’ll ship them for just one second!

Wake up, girls! Don’t be fooled by Qu Wan—she’s draining our brother dry!

Meant to be together forever!

Those who loved the drama only egged things on further. After all, Jiang Zeyu’s rivals could find no fault in him, so they targeted Qu Wan instead.

Originally, Qu Wan had been walking between Gu Siyuan and Jiang Zeyu.

But Jiang Zeyu reached out and pulled her to his other side.

Gu Siyuan was left baffled. Did he sense a hint of hostility from Jiang Zeyu?

With Jiang Zeyu present, first place was almost guaranteed. His popularity alone made the outcome clear.

At the stall, Qu Wan showed no trace of idol airs, calling out in a loud voice, “Don’t miss out, come and get your sugarcane! Take a look, have a taste!”

Sun Yuxin and Xu Jiawei, passing by, were shocked—who knew she could be so uninhibited?

Jiang Zeyu, on the other hand, found her antics amusing.

Gu Siyuan, standing nearby, was somewhat embarrassed. “Let’s tone it down a little.”

“Don’t interrupt my sales pitch.”

Qu Wan’s shouting drew the attention of passersby, who soon gathered around. Once they recognized Jiang Zeyu, even more flocked over.

In no time, their stall was crowded.

The other two teams formed a stark contrast to their side.

“Come on, buy some sugarcane! It’s really sweet, and if you buy some, we’ll even perform for you. The three of us—any of us can perform!”

A young girl ran over, blushing. “Really? Can I have your autograph?”

“Of course,” Qu Wan replied, beckoning Jiang Zeyu and Gu Siyuan over to sign as well.

But the girl shook her head, “Sis, I’m your fan.”

“Ah?” Qu Wan was stunned. She hadn’t expected to run into one of her own fans at all.