Join a Dating Reality Show with the Aloof, Fishing-Style Richest Man - Chapter 35.2

After Qiao Wei left, Gu Zhiqing, who had come specifically for her, also requested to withdraw. The production crew didn’t make things difficult for them and let them go quite readily.

As soon as Lu Zhao came down, her gaze immediately landed on Qiao Yang. The more she looked, the more she wanted to laugh.

Qiao Yang currently looked like a lost soul slumped on the sofa, showing no kindness to Lu Xunyou, who was hovering around him attentively.

He looked up at Lu Zhao with mournful eyes, seemingly wanting to say something but feeling too embarrassed to speak. He had lost all his usual liveliness.

Perhaps he still harbored some illusions, so he didn’t follow his sister’s lead in withdrawing, remaining here in a state of living death.

As for Xu Miaomiao, she was something else. As soon as Zhou Jiaoyan arrived, she proposed that the two of them share a room, brazenly claiming that her leg was inconvenient and she needed someone to take care of her.

Anyone who had seen her jumping around in high heels on the first day would never have believed her, but she was a master at playing the victim in front of Zhou Jiaoyan, truly living up to her status as a Best Actress.

Perhaps Zhou Jiaoyan knew she was faking it, but seeing that injured leg, she likely couldn’t bring herself to truly ignore her.

So now Xu Miaomiao was absolutely delighted; the two of them would be sleeping in the same room.

Knowing they were sharing a room, Lu Zhao looked at Xu Miaomiao with a complicated expression and then cast a sympathetic glance at Zhou Jiaoyan.

Very good. Their room will definitely be interesting tonight.

Hiss—

Lu Zhao suddenly felt an itch of curiosity. If it weren’t unethical, she really wanted to eavesdrop at their door to see what kind of commotion they’d make today.

Ji Zhaoxi glanced at Lu Zhao, who was lost in thought, her face alternating between conflict and secret smiles. An outsider might think she had a facial nerve disorder.

— Did anyone notice? President Ji seems to be peeking at Lu Zhao! — But what is Lu Zhao thinking about that’s making her so happy? — I’m dying of laughter at the Little Young Master’s group. Why is Lu Xunyou acting like his virtue was stolen and he’s now bound to him! Hahahahaha.

The director stood behind the camera, beaming. The kissing incident between Qiao Yang and the other had brought massive traffic, and now several hashtags about the show were trending.

“Everyone knows our show is quite relaxed, right?” the director said with a smile. “So, for the next part, we won’t have any physical activities. We just want everyone to share their hobbies and preferences so we can get to know you better.”

“Finally, tonight, you will need to write a confession letter to the guest you are interested in and drop it in the mailbox outside their door.”

After hearing this, Xu Miaomiao yawned and criticized, “Director, can’t you be a bit more original? This is such a boring activity!”

Chapter 35.2

In this group, almost everyone had a one-sided attraction. They weren’t exactly a bunch of strangers trying to pick someone they liked.

Hearing Xu Miaomiao’s words, the director’s expression turned sour. How can I be original and still satisfy you all!

He couldn’t exactly order them around. Since they were willing to cooperate, he’d take what he could get; if they didn’t, he had no way to force them.

Xu Miaomiao curled her lip and spoke first: “I don’t have many hobbies. My only hobby is chasing after my sister!”

After speaking, she looked quite proud of herself.

— Wait, doesn’t Xu Miaomiao usually have a lot of fans? Why haven’t I seen many in this show? — Oh, now that you mention it, it is strange. Where are her fans? — Hahahaha they probably don’t have the face to show up; they’re all hiding in the bathroom crying! — Hahahaha but it’s normal. They might still be processing their feelings, unable to understand how the pure ‘Little White Flower’ they stan turned into a crazy simp!

Having won Best Actress at such a young age, Xu Miaomiao’s potential was obvious. Combined with her lack of scandals, her fanbase was huge—the type that could usually walk with their heads held high anywhere.

Unfortunately, they were defeated by their idol’s “love brain.” Now, Xu Miaomiao’s rivals were mocking them, using her simping behavior as a weapon.

— Bullsht! Who says we don’t dare show up? We are just silently blessing our cub!* — Exactly! Look at the smile on our cub’s face now; she hasn’t smiled this happily in years! Now that she’s found someone who makes her smile like that, we are gratified! — (Gratified.jpg) — Our cub has grown up and knows how to find a partner on her own. It’s so good (Gratified.jpg).

Soon, the screen was filled with “gratified” fans of Xu Miaomiao. This sudden shift in tone left others stunned.

— Wait? Why does this feel like the butler trope saying ‘My young master hasn’t smiled like this in ten years’? — And are you sure she didn’t smile before? — I felt she smiled quite happily when she was doing promotions a while ago? I saw all eight of her teeth! — Yes, yes, yes, wasn’t there a picture that went viral recently? She laughed so hard you could see her tonsils!

The general public audience was ultimately massive, and they gradually suppressed the “gratification” of Xu Miaomiao’s fans, bringing up those viral photos.

On that day, she was at a roadshow. She was maintaining her “Little White Flower” image, but after checking her phone, her face instantly transformed into a brilliant smile.

Xu Miaomiao’s fans went silent again, crying in the corner. There’s no choice! Stanning a love-brain means we’ll never be able to stand tall!

Zhou Jiaoyan only glanced at Xu Miaomiao after hearing her words and remained silent.

Lu Zhao followed after Xu Miaomiao, speaking with a smile: “As for me, I’m very vulgar. My hobby is making money—lots and lots of money!”

As soon as she said this, Ji Zhaoxi turned to look at her, her mind beginning to wander.

Lu Zhao said her hobby was making money, but she (Ji Zhaoxi) had more money than anyone. Wasn’t making money essentially “making” her?

The more Ji Zhaoxi thought about it, the more logical it seemed. Her hand by her side began to tap as if playing a piano.

— Hahahaha then I’m also very vulgar. My hobby is also making money, lots of money! — In comparison, Lu Zhao is more ambitious than me; she wants to earn it! Whereas I only think about a windfall, getting rich overnight! — Me me me too! When will I get rich overnight? Two nights is also fine! Or a month! I’m not picky!

As soon as the topic of money came up, the discussion became highly unified: making money, getting rich, or being “kept”—the ultimate goal was money!

And preferably money while lying down!

The two from the entertainment industry had spoken. The director looked at Ji Zhaoxi.

“President Ji, what is your hobby?”

Ji Zhaoxi looked up at him and said in a calm voice: “Making money.”

Only if she earned more money could Lu Zhao earn more money from her.

Director: “…”

Fine, absolutely no surprises here.

Zhou Jiaoyan spoke naturally: “Making money.”

Then Qiao Yang: “Chasing Lu Zhao.”

Lu Xunyou looked shyly at Qiao Yang: “Chasing Hubby.”

Director: “…” Netizens: “…”

— My speechlessness is my native language. — It’s so good… they have clear goals. — Right… those who said ‘making money’ have real careers, those who said ‘chasing’ have clear targets… — Sigh, we are the only clowns here.

What was supposed to be a deep heart-to-heart session that could fill a lot of time was killed off by their one-sentence answers.

The director stared at them, and they stared back. An awkward atmosphere began to spread.

Lu Zhao’s gaze met the director’s, and she had to bite the bullet and say: “So next… free time?”

Director: “…Fine.”

— Hahahahahaha oh my god, this is the most powerless production crew I’ve ever seen! — Dying of laughter, forget everything else, just by President Ji sitting there, how many people would dare order her around? — These are probably the most free guests in the history of dating shows.

After the director agreed to free activities, Xu Miaomiao pulled Zhou Jiaoyan to experience the fun of a “farmhouse stay.” Qiao Yang wanted to follow Lu Zhao, but he had a tail he couldn’t shake off, which was driving him crazy.

“I told you, you’re not allowed to call me Hubby! Who is your hubby?” Qiao Yang roared, unable to endure it any longer!

Lu Xunyou shrank back at the shout, his gaze mournful. “But you are my hubby. We even had a deep French kiss; the whole country witnessed it.”

— Hahahaha dying of laughter, yes! We are all witnesses! — Though it’s not very kind, but hahahahaha! — Little Young Master, I know you’re sad, but don’t be sad yet. Our happiness is more important hahahaha…

Qiao Yang’s face turned red and white as if he had knocked over a paint palette. Finally, he jerked his head away and pretended the other didn’t exist.

Seeing that Qiao Yang had stopped talking, Lu Zhao, who was watching the drama, felt a bit disappointed. Keep going, it’s such a good show, why stop?

Ji Zhaoxi silently handed her a bowl of washed strawberries. Noticing her disappointed look, she reached into the fruit bowl in Lu Zhao’s arms to take a strawberry, seemingly casually pulling Lu Zhao’s attention to herself.

Lu Zhao felt it. She looked down and saw the red, plump strawberries. However, what caught her eye most were Ji Zhaoxi’s slender, fair hands.

The joints were long, and the nails were rounded and clean. Holding a bright red strawberry, the contrast between red and white was striking. Lu Zhao suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

The scene was exceptionally vivid and beautiful—so beautiful that Lu Zhao felt it had reached the level of a work of art.

She looked up at Ji Zhaoxi and said seriously, “Do you want to eat strawberries?”

Ji Zhaoxi looked at her serious expression and nodded slowly, a question mark appearing in her mind.

Lu Zhao continued, “If you want to eat, I’ll feed you, but can you promise me one thing?”

Ji Zhaoxi’s pupils dilated slightly. There’s such a good thing? She’s going to feed me personally?

“What thing?” Ji Zhaoxi asked, her voice slightly dry.

Lu Zhao took a strawberry, fed the tip to her lips, and said sincerely, “Can you stay in your current pose? I want you to help me by being a model.”

Lu Zhao hadn’t picked up a paintbrush in many years, but just now, a strong impulse surged within her to paint the scene she had just witnessed.

Ji Zhaoxi took a bite of the strawberry. She hadn’t expected Lu Zhao to want to paint her.

She knew Lu Zhao could paint, but she also knew Lu Zhao hadn’t done it for years.

Ji Zhaoxi nodded.

Lu Zhao’s face lit up with joy. At this moment, she couldn’t care less about the drama between the other two. She turned to the director, “Do you have paints and canvases?”

The director was also a bit stunned, but after seeing Ji Zhaoxi’s gaze, he immediately agreed: “Wait a moment, I’ll have someone prepare them right now!”

The director ran out quickly. Not long after, he brought back a sketchbook and several pencils, saying with some embarrassment, “I could only find these. This place is too remote.”

Even if he wanted to help, he was powerless; a trip out to buy supplies would take at least two hours round-trip.

Lu Zhao took the items and said, “Thank you, these will work too.”

She just wanted to use her hands to record this moment; it didn’t necessarily have to be an oil painting.

Lu Zhao smiled at Ji Zhaoxi and fed her another strawberry. “If you want more while I’m drawing, just tell me.”

Ji Zhaoxi kept her hand in the strawberry bowl and nodded.

Seeing her nod, Lu Zhao ran to the opposite side of Ji Zhaoxi, found a better angle, sat down, sharpened a pencil, and began to draw.

Seeing them like this, no one on set dared to make a loud noise. Even Qiao Yang’s pair shut up obediently, though Qiao Yang still glared at Ji Zhaoxi indignantly.

Why does Lu Zhao want to draw this woman!

But Lu Zhao actually knows how to paint? As expected of the person I like, she’s so outstanding!

Ji Zhaoxi looked up quietly at Lu Zhao’s focused eyes, controlling the corners of her mouth so her smile wouldn’t be too obvious.

Lu Zhao is drawing me…

If Lu Zhao hadn’t instructed her to stay still, she would have wanted to adjust her angle slightly, fearing her current posture wasn’t perfect enough.

Even though it was boring to maintain one pose, Ji Zhaoxi didn’t find it dull at all. She only felt her heart filled with the sweetness of oranges, looking forward to the moment Lu Zhao finished.

She really wanted to know what she looked like under Lu Zhao’s brush.

It is often said that a brush conveys one’s emotions; she really wanted to know what Lu Zhao’s emotions toward her were.

Time flowed quietly. The setting sun outside the window hit Ji Zhaoxi, draping her in a halo of light, softening her features. The breeze stirred a few strands of her hair, giving her a serene air.

When Lu Zhao looked up, she was stunned by her again. It had to be said that Ji Zhaoxi was someone favored by the gods.

Looking at Ji Zhaoxi, she felt there was not a single part of her that wasn’t perfect.

Her heart gave a heavy thud.

The attraction to beauty made it impossible for her to look away from Ji Zhaoxi.

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