I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

After a few interview questions, the filming brother brought over a phone and opened the livestream for her to watch.

"The main focus of your story is now on Brother Cheng and Brother Huai. You can check out performances from the other two groups."

The screen showed three livestream video blocks that could be swiped. She tapped on the block with Guan Yu, just in time to see Xu Jihua holding Guan Yu and feeding her medicine.

A cold and handsome eunuch was holding a person dressed in an old man’s shirt, feeding medicine... How bizarre.

And—

"Sister Guan Yu doesn’t seem weak at all, she’s just pretending to be dead to take advantage of others, isn’t she?"

A face full of ecstasy; if she didn’t have to pretend to be weak, perhaps that hand would be reaching for Xu Jihua’s chest.

"Could it be that Sister Guan Yu’s character is supplemented with a perverted lovesick role?"

Kept watching.

After being fed medicine, Guan Yu gradually awoke, gazing mistily at her savior. Then she coughed weakly twice and tremulously reached for Xu Jihua’s face.

"Am I dreaming? Why is there a handsome lad... Is it you, Dalang?"

Mu Qiu looked up at the camera: "Did we switch channels?"

Before she could say another word, Xu Jihua in the livestream, face indifferent, simply let go, causing Guan Yu and the medicine bowl to crash to the ground.

"Since you’re awake, then leave this place."

Guan Yu snapped out of it, touched and looked around in shock, asking, "Who are you?! Where am I?!"

Xu Jihua didn’t even glance at her: "On Fuhua Mountain. You fell into this mountain dressed like that, almost got eaten by wild beasts."

He took a ragged robe off the wall and tossed it to her: "Put it on, and leave."

Saying this, he started walking away.

Unexpectedly, Guan Yu suddenly lunged from behind, clinging to his leg.

"Please stay, my savior! I have no way to repay your kindness, except to offer myself!"

Mu Qiu: "...The irresistible tale of a pure-hearted eunuch and a charming old man?"

The melodrama here is terrifying; she exited Guan Yu’s livestream and entered Shu Ran’s.

Their group was much more normal; at this moment, Li Yang was returning from visiting the brothel and being beaten by Shu Ran.

The saying goes, a big sister is like a mother. As the elder sister, seeing her brother being such a disgrace, always frequenting filthy places, she was absolutely furious. So now Li Yang was kneeling on the ground, with a book and a cup of tea atop his head as punishment. The teacup was jittering as if it might fall.

Shu Ran sat in the high hall, shouting angrily, "Kneel straight for me!"

Then the teacup dropped to the floor with a crash, shattering.

Li Yang stared at the fragments for a while before looking up at Shu Ran, smiling ingratiatingly: "Sis, the teacup is broken already, maybe spare me from punishment..."

"Don’t worry, there are still ten cups of tea waiting for you."

"...Sis—"

Shu Ran was about to speak again when a maid came running and whispered two words in her ear.

Shu Ran immediately got up: "Let the young master continue kneeling for punishment! I’ll be right back."

The slightly plump maid followed her closely, drawing nearer to the camera, exposing her flamboyant makeup.

Mu Qiu was startled by the suddenly enlarged face: "...So Zhu Qi really took on a special role, I wouldn’t have guessed this maid took steroids just by looking at the face."

The maid followed Shu Ran past Li Yang, into a left-turning corridor, then entered a room.

Zhu Qi was also a good actor, shutting the door for Shu Ran and standing there carefully observing everyone nearby, guarding the entrance steadily.

Inside the room, Shu Ran wore a ruqun and faced An Zhou, who wore a programmer’s checkered shirt and black-rimmed glasses, separated by a bed curtain.

An Zhou had his clothes half undone, his body wrapped in bandages with faint traces of blood showing through.

"Is the young master awake?"

"Hello, did you save me? May I ask where this is?"

The two could only see each other’s silhouettes through a layer of gauze; the camera was likely placed in the curtain’s middle to capture them both.

An Zhou’s voice was pleasant to listen to, steady and polite, with a distinctive charm of a mature man.

Shu Ran sipped tea and drank water, not like a typical ancient lady, possibly considering the character setup as the daughter of the National Guardian General, appearing dignified and composed.

"I saved you. I wonder where the young master is from and why you suddenly appeared in my room?"

"May I first ask where this is?"

"The General Mansion."

An Zhou clutched the bedsheet tightly underneath him, but his facial expression remained unchanged.

It seemed like powerhouse actors were sparring; Shu Ran seemed to be led by him the entire time.

It was good-looking, but for someone who skips through dramas and speed-reads novels, it was somewhat boring.

So she exited and clicked into their own livestream.

The atmosphere was somewhat dark; Cheng Zhirang sat on a grand chair with fingers slightly raised, and people on both sides pulled the chains taut. The person kneeling in the middle had their arms hung up, hair covering most of their face.

"What do you think? How’s the environment here? I specially found this place for you, just outside the hidden door is her room. Ah, we were intimate just moments ago; did you hear the noises?" Cheng Zhirang’s eerie, joyful voice rang out.

Shi Yuhuai kept his eyes lowered and remained still. He truly didn’t know what to express at that moment. Mu Qiu had advised him to mostly remain silent and occasionally curse Cheng Zhirang a bit—he would turn mute later anyway.

If he were to react now, he’d probably roll his eyes.

Cheng Zhirang’s character was indeed twisted.

His lack of response didn’t deter Cheng Zhirang from performing alone.

"Not speaking? Means you didn’t hear. Shall I describe it to you briefly? Though you are married, you haven’t shared a bed, right? So you should be unaware that she likes wearing various light-colored Ice Split Pattern Chest Wraps. Every time the clothing comes off, she shrinks into the bedding and dares not come out.

Oh, by the way, I heard from the servants that you skipped lunch? Today’s meal was at her liking, bone broth vermicelli. Perhaps you’ve never heard her say, she enjoys dishes with broth, but always fears staining her clothes, so she always begs me to roll it out and feed it to her.

She’s young and loves to act spoiled. She’s always been like this; whenever I’m around, she wants me to feed her whatever she eats. You probably don’t know she’s fond of acting spoiled, right? After all, you’ve only been married for half a month, she isn’t really fond of you.

You’re love-struck, but that’s okay. You won’t see her now. Do you want to know what she’s wearing today? Not from your mansion, but specially made from the palace, in white, her favorite. And today I personally dressed her in them piece by piece in the morning. Very good looking.

Look at you, trembling. The clothes you’re wearing now look good too; I heard it’s styled after the Oiran from Chunfeng Lou. Does she know what you look like wearing this kind of dress? No, then do you want her to see? See that the Prince Huainan she once married is actually a loser dressed in women’s clothes to please others."

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