The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

The third season of the program Heartbeat Signals has officially premiered.

The official social media account on SuperBlog had previously teased today’s livestream, announcing that this season would feature six guests. They specifically noted an innovation in the show’s format: in addition to the big-name stars the audience expected, there would also be some “surprise figures.”

The audience’s appetite was thoroughly whetted. The show’s reputation from the first two seasons was excellent, known for being both heart-wrenchingly sweet and full of dramatic tension. Consequently, a group of loyal viewers had gathered in the livestream room long before the broadcast even began.

Today’s debut livestream featured random home visits to the guests, revealing their identities on the spot a process that was both surprising and thrilling.

Song Mingjiao was at his manor villa, just as he usually was.

The only difference was that his home had several unfamiliar visitors: makeup artists, photographers, and others. He was pressed into a chair in front of a vanity mirror while someone busied themselves incessantly with his face.

“So, it turns out these ‘random’ plots in variety shows are actually dictated by a script,” Song Mingjiao remarked.

He kept his eyes closed, allowing the makeup artist to sweep various brushes across his skin. He looked incredibly well-behaved, though his thick eyelashes occasionally trembled unnaturally due to a slight itch.

This experience of being in the limelight of the entertainment industry was very novel to Song Mingjiao, and he was quite looking forward to the upcoming recording.

So, Mo Qinan had it this good before? Then why did he act in front of me like the industry was so hard to survive in, asking for my understanding?

He truly is an ungrateful male lead.

“That’s right. The production team needs to control the flow to ensure the guests look their best on camera,” the makeup artist replied. She was a young lady with very nimble hands. She had been pushed by her seniors to take this job, hearing that she would be doing makeup for a “non-celebrity.”

She never expected that a private car would be sent to pick them up, nor that she would enter a literal manor after getting out. The entire team, including the cameramen, didn’t even dare to film behind-the-scenes footage at first. They met the legendary non-celebrity guest Song Mingjiao with fear and trepidation.

Fortunately, Song Mingjiao was very friendly, allowing everyone to gradually relax. The makeup artist even ventured a joke with him.

“President Song’s skin is so good; he doesn’t even need a base layer. Just adding a stroke here at the corner of the eye makes him look even better. Here, take a look.”

Truthfully, makeup artists loved a canvas like Song Mingjiao the most. He didn’t require much time for foundation or concealer, and he could easily be styled into various looks, greatly satisfying the artist’s occasional creative pursuits.

Song Mingjiao opened his eyes and saw his reflection in the mirror. Compared to his usual natural and clear look, he now possessed a few more degrees of refinement.

When he wasn’t smiling, looking at him from a downward angle gave off a sense of innocent purity. But when he smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up and the corners of his eyes lifted, giving him a faint, seductive allure.

“Too perfect!” The makeup artist couldn’t help but exclaim loudly in excitement. Realizing it was inappropriate, she quickly covered her mouth and apologized.

“Thank you,” Song Mingjiao said, arching an eyebrow and graciously accepting the compliment.

“Little Sho Little President Song, the production team is arriving.” A dutiful bodyguard hurried in from outside. Upon seeing Song Mingjiao’s appearance, he froze for a moment, nearly biting his own tongue.

Song Mingjiao stood up and walked past the stiffened Li Yuanhua. “Tidy yourself up too. Don’t embarrass me.”

Can the production team hurry up? There’s only one guest left. I’m anxious! Let me see them already!

I’m someone who has seen the world now. The production team even managed to invite He Wang, that ‘Old Cadre’ who never does variety shows. What else is impossible?

Forget the Film King; they actually invited Mo Qinan and Shang Xiaoxia, who are both riddled with negative scandals. I feel like the show wants to stir up big trouble again this season.

Girls, does anyone else feel like the car is driving further and further into the middle of nowhere? Based on the order, the last guest should be a non-celebrity, right? They wouldn’t be living in the wild mountains, would they?

Then, the camera followed the vehicle as it made a wide turn and arrived in front of a sprawling manor.

I’m a little afraid to speak now.

It’s okay, me too.

It’s over. Did the production team really manage to invite a real ‘Young Master’?

“Dear viewers, welcome to the home of the final guest of this season’s Heartbeat Signals. Let’s look forward to finding out who it is!”

The PD (Program Director) delivered a passionate speech according to the script. In reality, the villa was so large that it took a long time to walk to the door, forcing him to rack his brain to fill the time with filler lines.

Someone mute the PD’s mic! I want to see which handsome guy or beautiful girl’s house this is, ahhh!

“Hmm, is it okay if I wear this?”

“It is fine, Young Master.”

“Is the collar a bit wrinkled? Hurry and check it for me.”

“Okay.”

The faint sounds of two people talking drifted from the entrance.

Then, the production team opened the door. This had been coordinated with Song Mingjiao in advance to create a sense of a “surprise inspection.”

The bullet comments seemed to freeze for a moment due to shock, then doubled in volume, scrolling across and filling the entire screen.

Oh my god, it’s a beauty! We’re saved!

Gloves, buttons, waist chains, leg rings give the stylist a raise!! You guys in the production team definitely planned this!

Song Mingjiao was slightly lowering his head, adjusting the jingling metal decorations on his collar. Hearing the commotion, he looked up and over, then offered a smile that felt like a gentle spring rain:

“Oh, the production team is here. Hello, everyone. My name is Song Mingjiao. Hmm, you can call me whatever you like.”

Beauty no, I have to call you Young Master. Look at me, look at me! Production team, let him see the comments!]

Seeing so many cameras suddenly swarming in would usually make an average person uncomfortable. Even the non-celebrities the team had visited earlier showed varying degrees of unnaturalness.

But Song Mingjiao clearly adapted exceptionally well. He knew the process, of course. Without needing a reminder, he leaned in, supporting the camera with one hand to adjust the angle, engaging in a close-up interaction.

So close, so close! Visual critical hit!!

“Hello there. This place? It’s my home. More accurately, it’s property left to me by my family. It’s usually quite empty.”

The beauty’s brow lowered slightly, revealing a hint of loneliness and emptiness.

“You say it’s very beautiful? I think so too. However, having so many people come to the villa to make it lively makes me feel even happier than before.”

The beauty beamed, even showing a faint, genuine smile.

The viewers in the livestream had almost forgotten the theme of the show, focusing entirely on Song Mingjiao’s every frown and smile.

Song Mingjiao had a great sense for variety TV. He took charge of the camera, leading the audience on a tour of the villa.

“The lounge chairs here have a particularly beautiful view of the sunset at dusk. It’s just a pity the focus this time isn’t on the guests’ homes, so I can’t show it to everyone.”

“You say I should livestream in the future? That sounds like fun. I’ll have my assistant look into it. I hope the streaming platforms can give me a little ‘backdoor’ access.”

Song Mingjiao joked in a relaxed manner. While chatting with the audience, he was escorted by Li Yuanhua and others, following the production team’s guidance to get into their car and head toward the venue they had prepared.

“I’m getting in the car now, so the livestream will be turned off for a moment. See you later.”

In front of the camera, Song Mingjiao maintained his persona of an innocent, well-behaved wealthy young master. He brushed aside a few stray hairs and, following current online trends, made a finger-heart gesture.

His slender, elegant fingers curled somewhat clumsily and awkwardly before the lens, instantly capturing the hearts of the “Mother Fans” in the crew.

Ah, I’m dead. I really can’t take it. Does anyone still remember Heartbeat Signals is a dating show? I thought I wandered into an ‘Idol Trainee’ program next door.

How bold! You dare try to ‘raise’ our Young Master! Young Master, I am your sister from another mother and father. Young Master, I’ve temporarily forgotten my house number, please look at me.

Thank you, Little Young Master, for showing us commoners the world. I’ve never seen such a big ‘home’ in my life. I really want a lawn like that.

Amidst the chaotic swarm of bullet comments, one message floated by silently, unnoticed for the time being.

Has no one noticed that the ‘Villa Young Master’ invited by the show has some connection to a previous trending search?

Song Mingjiao didn’t see these later comments, as they were posted by the audience entertaining themselves after the audio and video were cut.

He was currently sitting in the back seat, leaning lazily against the chair. The driver was hired by the production team, and his bodyguard, Li Yuanhua, sat beside him.

“I’m thirsty. Get me some water.”

Song Mingjiao completely shed the friendly and well-behaved persona he had on camera, becoming noble and overbearing. He ordered the bodyguard next to him around without a shred of politeness, causing the driver in the front to shake his head inwardly:

As expected, these people on variety shows whether they’re celebrities or non-celebrities who want to be famous are two-faced between the stage and the reality.

However, no one cared about the driver’s thoughts.

In Li Yuanhua’s ears, Song Mingjiao’s voice sounded clearly like a slightly complaining pout. He had actually allowed the Little Young Master to experience the discomfort of thirst right under his nose it was a total dereliction of duty!

“Young Master, are you too tired? Should I inform the production team? You spoke so much to the livestream just now; I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it.”

Li Yuanhua truly lived up to being a professional talent who received a bodyguard’s salary but worked as a lifestyle assistant. He had long since prepared various waters, snacks, towels, and other supplies to ensure Song Mingjiao’s quality of life wouldn’t drop even slightly during the show.

Song Mingjiao was busy reminiscing about his variety show debut, believing his performance was perfect.

Song Mingjiao’s emotions had peaks and valleys. When his spirits were high, interacting with the camera audience, performing on stage, and receiving applause and adoration satisfied his love for excitement.

I should have done this sooner. I was led astray by the system before. It’s not like the male lead is the only one suited for the entertainment industry!

Heh, thank you, Host, for still remembering me.

“You’re welcome. Remember to deduct fewer points from me, otherwise, your performance review won’t look good either.”

Song Mingjiao responded casually in his mind to the suddenly “resurrected” system. Because of this, he didn’t reach out to take the water Li Yuanhua offered. Instead, he gave the man and the cup a quick glance and parted his lips slightly, having no intention of lifting his hand.

The look in Song Mingjiao’s eyes, combined with his upturned lashes, was exceptionally alluring. It carried an air of unspoken permission to enter his personal space, making Li Yuanhua nearly spill the water.

Li Yuanhua remained silent for a moment before steadying his hand and bringing the cup to Song Mingjiao’s lips.

And then, he felt an unbelievable sensation.

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