Everyone in the Entertainment Industry Thinks I’m a Flirty Diva [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 74

The journey of the “Surprise CP” in the castle began with two brick-like throw pillows on the bed.

This episode, sponsored by Boss Gu, showcased the castle from its first appearance on camera to the subsequent series of activities, vividly illustrating what it means to be outrageously luxurious, extravagantly opulent, and ridiculously wealthy.

Although the show’s format is relatively free, mainly documenting the daily lives of celebrity couples as they eat and drink, it still follows a certain structure and schedule. By the time the two finished unpacking, it was nearly noon. No matter how dreamy the castle was, it didn’t come with food. The guests had to complete tasks to exchange for the day’s ingredients from the production team.

The task was simple: the couple would play a game of “Draw & Guess.” For each correct answer, they could pick one ingredient from the director’s selection. The more questions they answered correctly, the more ingredients they would obtain.

Chu Xi and Gu Mingjing sat at opposite ends of the living room sofa. The production team decided that Chu Xi would draw while Gu Mingjing guessed the answers.

When Chu Xi heard she was the one drawing, she resisted immediately: “I’m really bad at drawing.”

The director smiled reassuringly: “It’s fine, the prompts we’ve chosen are very simple.”

In previous episodes, other celebrity couples had played this game with high accuracy rates, earning plenty of ingredients.

Chu Xi: “But…”

The director: “Your handwriting is so beautiful, your drawing must be good too. You can do it!”

“Alright then.” Chu Xi pouted as she reluctantly took the whiteboard.

The first prompt given by the director was “dancing.”

Each question had a time limit. Chu Xi bit the tip of the marker and quickly drew a few wavy lines on the board.

The audience, unaware of the prompt, began guessing what Chu Xi’s drawing represented.

Bullet comments:

[Waves!]

[Sea!]

[Water!]

Then, Chu Xi drew a circle on top of the wavy lines—a big circle with several smaller circles inside, connected to the wavy lines outside. She confidently flipped the whiteboard around to face Gu Mingjing, signaling she was done.

The production team: “………………”

Live stream audience: “………………”

So when she said she wasn’t good at drawing, she really wasn’t being modest.

Everyone stared at the crooked lines and circles on the whiteboard.

This was way too abstract!

Impressionist art, kiddo!

Sure enough, when Gu Mingjing saw the circle connected by Chu Xi’s wavy lines, he froze for a moment.

Chu Xi, on the other side, smiled eagerly at him, eyes full of hope.

Gu Mingjing hesitated. “Uh…”

“The moon rises over the sea?” he ventured uncertainly.

Chu Xi’s smile stiffened.

Bullet comments: [Gu CEO is cultured!]

The director, suppressing laughter, announced the correct answer: “Dancing.”

Gu Mingjing looked at Chu Xi’s masterpiece, then at the director’s answer, clearly bewildered.

Chu Xi pouted and explained her work, pointing at the small circles inside the big one. “These are the eyes, nose, and mouth.” Then she gestured at the four wildly squiggly lines. “And these are the dancing limbs.”

Gu Mingjing: “………………”

The bullet comments exploded:

[HAHAHAHAHAHA DANCING LIMBS! I’M LAUGHING SO HARD I CAN’T BREATHE HAHAHAHAHA]

[Chu Xi—true artistic genius]

[Soul painter Chu Xi HAHAHAHAHA]

[What do we do? I feel so bad for them—will they even get to eat today?]

[Some people may write beautifully, but their drawings are worse than what I could do with my toes.]

[Let her draw! Keep going!]

The first chance to pick ingredients was wasted.

Gu Mingjing looked at the dejected Chu Xi and encouraged her, “It’s okay, try again.”

The director gave Chu Xi the next prompt: “Microphone.”

Chu Xi nodded, chewed on her pen for a moment, then had a sudden burst of inspiration and started drawing.

First, she drew an oval—round at the top and pointed at the bottom—then split it in half with a line. She added a few more lines at the top.

This time, it looked slightly better, somewhat recognizable.

Bullet comments: [Lipstick?]

[Ice cream cone?]

[Microphone?]

[Chicken drumstick?]

Seeing there was still time left, Chu Xi decided to add more details.

She drew a few more wavy lines around the top.

Bullet comments: [Waves again???]

[Let her wave!]

[Pfft]

Then, she drew another big circle next to it, with three small circles inside—her signature “human face” style.

Bullet comments: [It’s definitely food! Look, the person is eating!]

Chu Xi flipped the drawing around to face Gu Mingjing, looking even more confident this time.

Gu Mingjing’s lips twitched. “Ice cream cone?”

The director, barely keeping a straight face, said, “Microphone.”

Hearing the answer, Gu Mingjing stared at the wavy lines and finally asked, “Then what are these?”

Chu Xi pouted. “I drew sound waves on purpose.”

Bullet comments:

[HOLY SH*T SOUND WAVES HAHAHAHAHA]

[Chu Xi really has a thing for waves today HAHAHAHAHA]

[Sound waves—Chu Xi is an absolute genius.]

[Come sing with me, yo, the sound waves are too strong, if you don’t sway you’ll be knocked to the ground]

[How is this still so adorable ahhhh]

In the remaining challenges, Chu Xi vividly demonstrated to the entire nation what it means to have the thought process of a “soul artist.” Not only could ordinary people not keep up, even the domineering CEO couldn’t follow along. By the end of the game, the only ingredients they’d earned were a few potatoes and eggs.

Even the production team was shocked.

This was supposed to be an easy segment where they gave away points—how did it end up looking like the show was mistreating its guests?

Staring at the pitiful potatoes and eggs, Chu Xi sniffled and asked Gu Mingjing, “Do you blame me for drawing so poorly?”

Gu Mingjing: “No, you drew very well. I was just terrible at guessing.”

Chu Xi: “Really?”

Gu Mingjing answered without batting an eye: “Of course.”

Live comments:

[Pfft, men.]

With only potatoes and eggs, Chu Xi had to make do with a simple meal. While she cooked, Gu Mingjing helped by washing vegetables and assisting—their coordination was seamless, clearly indicating they’d cooked together many times before.

It happened to be mealtime, and most viewers in the livestream were also eating while watching the sweet couple wash vegetables, cook, eat, and do dishes together with fond smiles. It wasn’t until they’d finished washing the dishes that the audience suddenly realized something.

Gu Mingjing and Chu Xi had already finished eating and were cleaning up, while they, having been too engrossed in watching, were still eating…

Their bowls were empty, the food was gone—all of it in their stomachs…

Well, there goes the diet. 🙂

The afternoon activity was location-based. Previous couples who went to ancient towns would go shopping, those at farm stays would pick fruit in orchards, and those in fishing villages would go sea fishing. Just as everyone was wondering what they’d do at the castle, the camera panned outside—where a man in riding attire walked across the lawn from a distance, leading behind him…

A horse!

A white horse!

Having already spent the morning screaming like excited fangirls, they no longer had the energy to scream now.

The crowd wouldn’t even be surprised if this man pulled out an elephant next.

Hah, jealous? Why be jealous? What’s there to be jealous about? It’s just riding a horse like a princess in riding attire on a private ranch behind a beautiful castle—nothing to be envious of at all.

[Let her ride!]

Everyone clenched the lemons in their hands.

Chu Xi had changed out of her morning hoodie and now sat astride the horse in dashing riding attire, her hands resting on the saddle.

“Move with the horse’s rhythm. You and it are one now. Don’t squeeze its belly. Good, very good.” Gu Mingjing held the reins as he patiently instructed.

Chu Xi had ridden horses before while filming, so she had some basics down. The horse was gentle, and by the afternoon, she could already hold the reins herself and let the horse trot a few slow laps.

Gu Mingjing was taking photos of her with his phone.

He was photographing Chu Xi, the camera was filming him, and the single viewers were watching them through the screen. The air was thick with a bittersweet mix—on one side, the sweetness of love; on the other, the sour sting of lemons.

The “Surprise Couple” shippers hadn’t stopped screaming all day, and by now, they were nearly delirious, repeating just one phrase over and over: [So sweet! It’s just too sweet!]

The brick-hardcore fans wiped the moisture from their eyes through the screen: [Ah, whatever, as long as our Xi Bao is happy.]

The anti-fans and rival stans were so furious they turned off the livestream.

Not sweet at all! It’s all fake! Just acting for the cameras!

How does a woman who’s been kept deserve to be pampered by President Gu like this? She’ll never be redeemed!

Perhaps tired from riding all afternoon, Chu Xi yawned early in the evening, ready to wash up and sleep.

Just as everyone rubbed their hands together with slightly perverted anticipation for the nighttime scenes, the camera suddenly revealed another lavishly decorated bedroom.

Everyone: ???

Wasn’t there only one room this morning? How did it become two at night?

Then someone explained: since the two weren’t married yet and weren’t legally spouses, to avoid setting a bad example for young viewers—just like previous couples on the show—they would sleep in separate rooms during filming.

CP shippers: flipping-table.jpg

[You tricked us with one room in the morning and now two at night? The production team better watch out!]

[They already opened the door for reporters in Paris wearing pajamas and hickeys—why do they need two bedrooms now?]

[President Gu didn’t even get a single kiss today! Is the production team trying to get turned into a pig farm now that pork prices are rising?!]

Brick-hardcore fans: sigh-of-relief.jpg

Thank goodness, thank goodness. We’ve been worried since morning, and now we don’t have to witness our daughter sharing a bed with a man. sobs

The CP shippers, realizing Chu Xi’s fans were siding with the damn production team, were furious: Don’t you think it’s sweet at all?! President Gu doted on Chu Xi all day and didn’t even get a kiss! He led her horse all afternoon and now can’t even have the small privilege of sharing a bed?!

Though Chu Xi’s fans had also been sweetened today, sweetness was one thing—that was spiritual romance—but physical contact was another matter entirely.

Chu Xi’s fans: The production team did great! Keep it up! The nation’s underage youth are watching! No physical contact or shared rooms for President Gu and Xi Bao!

CP shippers: ………………

First time seeing fans so disgusted with their own sister’s man.

Plugging one’s ears while stealing a bell—this is just a show. Our surprise CP must have already kissed, hugged, and done unspeakable things countless times in private!

Chu Xi’s fans: I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I won’t listen!

The battle between CP fans and Chu Xi’s fans raged on. Inside the castle, Chu Xi handed one of the two brick-shaped pillows from her princess bed to Gu Mingjing: “This will keep you company tonight.”

The brick pillows: “………………”

Gu Mingjing smiled and accepted the brick pillow.

Chu Xi went to take a shower. After her bath, she reappeared on camera in a cute strawberry-print nightgown, her hair tied up in an adorable bun, yawning sleepily.

She noticed Gu Mingjing was still sitting on her bed.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

Gu Mingjing let out an “Mmm,” his tone laced with implication.

Chu Xi knew this day would come—he’d definitely want a kiss. She glanced at the camera on the wall out of the corner of her eye.

The camera was rolling—how could they kiss now?

The only place without a camera was the bathroom. If both of them went in together, wouldn’t that be a dead giveaway?

Chu Xi looked at the camera, then down at her soft, adorable pajamas, thinking that fans would surely hunt down the same outfit later. Every time she was spotted in streetwear, fans would scramble to buy identical pieces. Aside from a few essential items, most of her casual clothes were affordable, making them highly sought after. Any budget-friendly outfit she wore would sell out instantly in flagship stores after being photographed. Several clothing brands were now in talks with Fu Bai for endorsement deals.

Chu Xi loved this little strawberry nightgown and was happy for fans to buy the same one. But the more she thought about it, the more something felt off.

Fans. Same outfit.

Holy crap!

Chu Xi suddenly remembered she had once posted a photo of this nightgown on her alt account—and the store had sold out immediately. If someone dug that up now…

Her entire body stiffened. She turned her head slightly, then began inching backward toward the bathroom.

Gu Mingjing frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Chu Xi cracked the door open just enough to poke her head out and whispered, “I want to change my nightgown. Can you grab me another one?”

Fresh out of the shower, she wasn’t wearing her lapel mic, and her voice was too soft for the room’s recording equipment to pick up. Just as everyone was wondering what she had said, Gu Mingjing’s voice rang out clearly: “You want me to get you another nightgown, right?”

Everyone: “………………”

Most viewers in the livestream were baffled by Chu Xi’s sudden decision to change.

[Why does she suddenly want to change her nightgown?]

[“Yeah, I think this little strawberry dress is so cute, so soft and adorable.”]

[“Maybe the dress is worried about accidental exposure?”]

Then everyone saw Gu Mingjing holding Chu Xi’s other set of pajamas and walking into the bathroom.

CP fans: [“Holy shit, holy shit, he went in!”]

[“Ahhhh, no need to rush out! We’re not in a hurry at all!”]

[“Go for it, President Gu!”]

Chu Xi’s fans:

[“Gu Mingjing, come out!”]

[“What are you doing going in just to deliver pajamas?!”]

[“Ahhhh, come out quick, damn it, I wanna go in and drag him out myself!”]

But before Chu Xi’s fans could act, Gu Mingjing came out just two seconds after entering.

CP fans: teary-eyed.jpg

President Gu, couldn’t you at least stay in there for two minutes? Give us something to fantasize about. Two seconds—what are we supposed to imagine? whimpers

Chu Xi’s fans: Yay!

Tonight’s Weibo giveaway!

Our Xi Bao did great!

Just as Chu Xi’s fans were celebrating and flooding the screen, a small group of people, recalling Chu Xi’s little strawberry nightgown, felt an odd sense of familiarity.

[“Chu Xi’s fans, hold off on the celebration! Everyone, quiet down!”]

[“Don’t you think that little strawberry nightgown Chu Xi was wearing looks kinda familiar?”]

[“Yeah, yeah! A blogger I follow posted about it before.”]

[“Right! I know a blogger who posted it too.”]

Unexpectedly, so many people shared the same impression. The answer seemed just within reach, and everyone grew tense with excitement as they announced:

[“Is it the one called ‘I Don’t Wanna Wear Makeup Today’?!”]

[“Yes, yes! That beauty blogger who’s living her best life with her boyfriend!”]

Chu Xi’s fans, busy celebrating: ???

What’s going on?