The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 15

The guests on-site appeared to be getting to know each other amicably, but the bullet chat was already boiling over.

What? Is there tea? Let me have a sip.

Are you guys talking about He and Song? No way, right? The production team wouldn’t leave such an obvious flaw. Wouldn’t that make guessing the invitation relationships too easy right at the start? That would be so boring.

Is it possible that the previous trending search was actually a smoke screen released by the production team in advance to drum up hype for the guests? I don’t believe for a second that you can get on the trending searches these days without spending money.

Stop trying to whitewash it. Film Emperor He markets himself as “pure and self-disciplined” all day long. He probably got caught meeting a young boyfriend in secret and scrambled onto a variety show to clean up his image, right?

Antis, get out! You haven’t even deleted the posts about a certain top star surnamed Mo on your homepage yet. Worry about your own master first. The TV drama he negotiated for has already been recast by the director; I’m embarrassed for you.

Why are you fighting? All I know is that the visuals of the people invited to this season of “Heartbeat Dating” are incredibly high. Since when are non-celebrities this good-looking? Guest No. 6’s leg strap is a stroke of genius; I can’t take my eyes off it! How do you guys even have the heart to argue?

The sofas were arranged in a circle, making it convenient for the guests to introduce themselves.

Thanks to his former lover, Song Mingjiao knew a bit about the people in the entertainment industry. He recognized the three celebrities currently on the field as familiar faces and was quite satisfied with this. After all, memorizing too many names would drain his energy a very precious resource.

“He Wang. I’ve managed to win a few awards; everyone probably knows me, so I won’t say much more.”

He Wang wasn’t here to expand his network, so he kept his introduction simple. While he was speaking, Song Mingjiao cast a strange look at him.

Previously, whenever he introduced himself to me, it was as long as a menu. Why is he suddenly so short-worded in front of a large audience?

Although He Wang was not yet thirty, he was indeed the most senior among the three celebrities. Once he set the tone, the young starlet Shang Xiaoxia followed suit and introduced herself briefly.

“I’m Shang Xiaoxia. My TV drama Sword Soul is currently airing. You can watch my variety show during the day and my drama at night to see different sides of me.”

Mo Qinan, who had originally planned to shine brightly, could only swallow his prepared lines. He had disliked He Wang from the start and hadn’t forgotten the sounds coming from Song Mingjiao’s phone that day.

There were only a few people at the club that day, and only a few people on this show. Was it really such a coincidence that He Wang and Song Mingjiao ran into each other both times?

Song Mingjiao was his “property.” He was determined to find the “adulterer” who dared to lay a finger on what belonged to him!

While undercurrents surged among the celebrity group, the non-celebrity group seemed much more harmonious.

“My name is Guliang. My day job isn’t important. In my spare time, I write songs and do street rap. If you’re interested, I can teach you,” said the flashy man. He had already casually shifted his position to sit on the sofa closest to Song Mingjiao.

“Don’t rappers count as people in the entertainment industry?” Song Mingjiao asked curiously. He hadn’t had much contact with street art and felt that anyone who could sing was probably the same.

“Alas, I wish the industry would recognize me. If you don’t believe me, look at the bullet chat; they’re definitely saying I don’t count.”

From He Wang’s perspective, he noticed that Song Mingjiao, who had been sitting very close to him, had unintentionally moved further away. He was even leaning his body slightly toward the rapper, chatting happily.

In a spot the camera couldn’t capture, He Wang quietly clenched his fist. They’re all scheming men!

Song Mingjiao nodded half-understandingly, rested his chin on his hand for a moment, and then had a sudden inspiration: “In that case, I heard variety shows often have segments like bonfire parties. Wouldn’t that be your specialty?”

“Uh, I guess you could say that.” Guliang rubbed his head awkwardly. He had only mentioned his underground rapper identity to use a “fresh” profession to attract the attention of Song Mingjiao, who looked like a naive young master.

“What about you? You, you! Let me guess your vibe is very similar to someone I know!”

Song Mingjiao turned to look at the man in glasses across from him, thinking that his outfit and aura were a total hallucination of Zhang Xuanzhan!

If it weren’t for the fact that Song Mingjiao’s eyes were still clear, innocent, and devoid of any other meaning, this sentence would truly have been taken as a prelude to a pick-up line.

The man in glasses coughed and said, “My name is Xu Xi. I’m a second-year PhD student researching biomedicine. I came to the program because my research hit a bottleneck, and I’m looking for a breakthrough.”

Such a formal introduction. I’m bored. We’re just a cliché dating show; since when did we take on such high-brow tasks?

So he really is a researcher.

Song Mingjiao looked at Xu Xi thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure what his specific research direction was. Should he consider work matters while he was relaxing? Maybe have his secretary look into it?

Oh, I really am a good boss!

Everyone had finished their introductions, and finally, it was Guest No. 6, Song Mingjiao’s turn.

“Actually, I have a company under my name. Well, just a small company. Usually, I just go to work when there’s nothing else to do. Nothing special.”

Sherlocks, the info is out! I want to see the company name in three seconds! Let me go work there; I can work overtime every day for a beautiful CEO like this!

“Wow, a big boss! Mingjiao, don’t be so humble. Look at the baggage and the assistant lineup you brought when you entered; I was startled at the time.”

The starlet was diligently playing the hype-man. Unexpectedly, He Wang, who had been silent throughout the ice-breaking segment, suddenly spoke up:

“There are plenty of failed startups nowadays. An entrepreneur as young and successful as Mingjiao is very rare.”

Bro, your praise is so cringe, I can’t even watch.

He even called him Mingjiao!! I’m calling it now He must have invited Song to the show. There’s definitely something going on between them!

I’m calling it too the production team can’t be that direct. What if the rapper brother invited him? Who says he’s definitely not in the industry?

Song Mingjiao was also taken aback. The man’s voice was deep, and since they were sitting close together on the same sofa, he could even feel a slight vibration.

“Are you praising me?” Song Mingjiao turned back to look at He Wang, instantly throwing the rapper to the back of his mind. He asked with a smile.

“Of course.”

“Thanks! I think so too.”

Regarding praise, Song Mingjiao always liked to hear it. He responded happily, with a hint of reserved joy visible in his eyes and brows. Not bad, he has good taste!

After everyone became somewhat familiar, the variety PD announced the next segment. The cliché cooking segment that no dating show can avoid.

“Director, didn’t you say our format this season is very special? Can we skip the cooking? Look, the bullet chat is definitely saying they’re sick of it.”

No, no, I love watching it!

“Request denied. This is a classic segment voted for on SuperBlog,” the director said coldly into the megaphone, rejecting the guest’s plea.

“You’ll be split into pairs by drawing lots. Everyone must participate in all stages: buying groceries, prepping, and cooking. Romantic daily life requires ‘firewood, rice, oil, and salt.’ Please take it seriously. Every group’s dish will be voted on, and the winning group will have priority in choosing their rooms tonight.”

Under the director’s coercion and inducement, everyone drew their lots.

By a stroke of luck, Song Mingjiao drew the same group as He Wang. If he hadn’t known the process, he would have suspected someone had pulled strings.

“But I really don’t know how to cook,” Song Mingjiao muttered distressedly, nervously crumpling the lot in his hand.

At home, he had five-star chefs specializing in different cuisines who prepared meals for him in various styles every day. He even had attentive bodyguards to hand-feed him.

“Just stay by my side, I’ll do it,” He Wang whispered in Song Mingjiao’s ear, avoiding the microphone while everyone else was busy packing up to go shopping.

What secrets are they whispering!

He-who-shall-not-be-named, move over! You’re blocking the camera of my wife! I want to see my wife’s frowning face so cute. What’s wrong with a CEO not knowing how to cook? It’s all the director’s fault!

Song Mingjiao now realized that He Wang was becoming increasingly bold in acting familiar with him. However, he continued to pretend he didn’t notice and nodded with a very good temper, accepting the offer: “Okay, Teacher He, I’m counting on you.”

Then, Song Mingjiao satisfactorily saw the effect he wanted. Although the corners of He Wang’s mouth turned up, he tried desperately to suppress it, acting as if it were no big deal: “Small problem.”

After fooling the man, Song Mingjiao acted as if the cameras didn’t exist. He ran to the director’s team to “conspire” in person, asking, “Director, if I really can’t cook, can I call for outside help?”

He was bent over, half-squatting, with one hand covering his mouth as if doing so would prevent the camera from capturing him. He kept his voice very low in front of the microphone and the lens.

“We’ll avoid the cameras; we definitely won’t take up any on-screen resources!”

The director said humanely, “At this time, if you can find someone, it’s not impossible. Regardless, the show’s staff won’t participate.”

This was also thanks to the show’s non-all-star cast arrangement; randomly inviting passers-by to participate was also a manifestation of the “reality” in reality TV.

“Yay!” Song Mingjiao kept a backup plan from He Wang. He even tried to high-five the director, but considering the commotion would be too much, he eventually gave up.

He wouldn’t rely solely on He Wang!

Once He Wang had organized the list and packed everything, he waited at the door. Song Mingjiao, with his hands behind his back, hummed a song as if he had accomplished something great, hopping over to join him.

Fortunately, the production team hadn’t limited the budget yet. The two finally chose a supermarket for their grocery shopping, mainly considering that the environment was more suitable for Song Mingjiao to browse.

Since they were filming on location, to avoid disturbing the normal operation of the supermarket, the production team only sent one cameraman to follow Song Mingjiao and He Wang, and the camera positions were fixed.

Look at how familiar their vibe is! I want to see who’s still stubbornly claiming they aren’t close!

In reality, during this period, Song Mingjiao and He Wang’s contact had been mainly online; they hadn’t met offline again at all.

He Wang would send him “Good morning” and “Good night” every day without fail more accurate than a timer.

Sometimes, Song Mingjiao got used to seeing the messages. When he saw them while half-asleep in the morning, he would instinctively send a selfie back.

In the photo, he was curled up obediently under the covers, holding his phone in a daze with his face tilted. Half of his face was pressed against the pillow, showing the soft flesh marked by red creases. His pajamas were messy, revealing the fair skin of his chest, but anything further down was strictly covered by the quilt.

Not for viewing!

MOON: photo.jpg. Sleepy, morning restlessness, want to sleep more.

Just like now, Song Mingjiao originally had no interest in grocery shopping or cooking. After walking a few laps in the supermarket with He Wang, while the man was seriously picking out crabs, he yawned listlessly at the side.

“Mingjiao, are you sleepy?”

Song Mingjiao didn’t respond but instead rested his head on He Wang’s shoulder. The man had just picked up a crab when his hand slipped, splashing water, and the crab escaped.

But Song Mingjiao didn’t notice at all. Maintaining the posture, he rubbed his head against the man’s shoulder a few times and said, “I’m tired. How much longer are we going to buy?”

His shallow breath brushed against He Wang’s neck. It took a massive amount of effort for He Wang not to lose his composure in front of the camera.

“Why don’t you go rest on the bench over there? I’ll come get you after I’m done picking, and then we’ll head back?”

Song Mingjiao nodded sleepily and pointed out the spot to He Wang.

However, once He Wang had finished selecting the ingredients and went to the spot where Song Mingjiao had just been sitting, there was no one there.

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