[ABO] The Despised One Becomes an Internet Sensation After Marriage - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The man who spoke was exceptionally tall, wearing a vibrant green floral shirt tucked into coffee-colored suit pants. He reached up to remove his sunglasses, revealing a strikingly flamboyant and wickedly handsome face. His lips curled into a smirk, radiating an air of arrogant rebellion.

Behind him, someone followed with a suitcase and stopped by his side. They were similar in height but possessed polar opposite temperaments; this newcomer had well-defined, handsome features and a faint smile, carrying an aura of scholarly elegance—refined and gentle.

One was flamboyant, the other restrained. Though they were opposites, standing together, they were unexpectedly harmonious and well-matched.

This was the first publicly out “Double Alpha” couple in the domestic entertainment industry.

The bullet comments went wild again.

[AAAAAHHH! My Double-A CP is finally here!]

[The wicked playboy Zhou Yan and his ‘little wife’ Dr. Ji!! I ship it so hard!]

With the three couples finally gathered, the six of them formally introduced themselves.

The flamboyant one was Zhou Yan, a supermodel, while his partner was a non-celebrity—a dentist named Ji Yan.

Xu Zhimian had filmed an advertisement with Zhou Yan before. Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow and leaned lazily against Ji Yan’s shoulder, his tone drawling: “Little Sweetie, long time no see. Married so soon?”

“…” Fu Shiyan’s expression darkened. Xu Zhimian’s heart skipped a beat in panic, and he reminded him with a serious face: “Yan-ge, please don’t call me ‘Little Sweetie’.”

“You look so sweet, why can’t I—” Before he could finish, Ji Yan’s hand landed on his waist and gave it a firm, meaningful squeeze. Zhou Yan immediately hooked his arm around Ji Yan’s neck and looked directly at him: “Alright, alright, baby, I won’t call him sweetie anymore.”

On the side, Lu Ze joked, “Look at Zhou Yan’s behavior—he’s all talk, he really needs Dr. Ji to keep him in line.”

“Tsk.” Zhou Yan was clearly close with Lu Ze. He turned to snitch to Ye Ming: “Sister-in-law, let me tell you, Ze-ge went drag racing again two days ago.”

Ye Ming whipped his head around to glare at Lu Ze: “Lu Ze!”

Lu Ze wailed in misery: “Wife, listen to me…”

Fu Shiyan, standing aside, adjusted his glasses and added fuel to the fire: “After he failed to take first place, he even came over to my place to drown his sorrows.”

Xu Zhimian was stunned. Fu Shiyan actually knew Lu Ze, and they seemed to be on good terms.

[Hahahaha, they seem so close, they started exposing Lu Ze the second they met!]

[What kind of dream crossover is President Fu and Lu Ze?!]

[LMAO, Lu Ze’s face is as black as the bottom of a pot.]

[Lu Ze: I hate people with no sense of boundaries!]

“Lu Ze! Let’s get a divorce!” Ye Ming shoved Lu Ze away.

Lu Ze: “…”

The screen was filled with “Hahahaha” from top to bottom.

Zhou Yan had the expression of someone who loved watching the world burn. The production crew spoke up just in time: “Welcome, everyone, to 21 Days. Over the next 21 days, we will visit three locations, staying at each for seven days. The entire process will be livestreamed. Our first stop is: ‘A Corner of the Seaside’.”

The crew introduced the seven-day itinerary. During this week, the three couples had to earn “Task Points” by completing specific challenges. These points would determine the room selection for the next stop.

Ye Ming was observant and caught the key detail: “Then may I ask, how are the rooms being divided this time?”

The director flashed a meaningful smile. Xu Zhimian’s eyelids twitched. Sure enough, the director announced: “We will hold an online vote for the ‘Most Anticipated Couple.’ The couple with the most votes gets first pick of the rooms for these seven days. There are three types: Standard, Deluxe, and Presidential.”

“…” Xu Zhimian’s pinky finger lightly hooked onto Fu Shiyan’s hand. The jasmine scent grew a bit stronger as he leaned in closer, his tone sounding regretful: “Sir, it looks like we’ll have to stay in the Standard room.”

Fu Shiyan raised his hand to cover Xu Zhimian’s, his thumb lightly stroking the back of his hand in comfort. “Mm… it doesn’t matter.”

The skin being stroked began to grow warm. Even though Xu Zhimian knew this was just acting, his heart still uncontrollably skipped a beat.