The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 32.1

As expected, the final revelation segment arrived.

First, the audience vote: Those who guessed that He Wang would invite Song Mingjiao were correct, and the number of votes for this pairing sat far at the top.

Second, a twist that even Song Mingjiao hadn’t anticipated the production team had a hidden move. They weren’t just going to announce the heart-throb choices to the audience; they were going to perform a “public execution” by revealing the results in front of all the guests.

He Wang is going to find out, Song Mingjiao thought.

Clutching a throw pillow, Song Mingjiao silently scooted a little further toward the other end of the sofa. However, this small movement did not escape He Wang’s notice. The man seemed psychologically prepared for the upcoming results.

“Congratulations to our Song Mingjiao, Teacher Song! With 27 votes, he sits at the very top. Everyone, let’s have a round of applause!”

Almost everyone had a premonition about this result, and the live comments were flooding in:

Flowers! Flowers! Our Young Master is the best! Who could not love this rich, beautiful, and cute baby! Little Young Master! A landslide victory!

The guests weren’t surprised either. Since the show began airing, the center of attention and the heat of discussion had basically revolved around Song Mingjiao alone.

Hearing the result, some people silently clenched their fists, feeling immense competitive pressure.

Someone else, however, excitedly cheered to the director, “Quick, quick, Director! Announce it am I the one who sent the most ‘heart arrows’ to Mingjiao? I voted for him every single night!”

The director spread his hands regretfully and held up a whiteboard. “I’m so sorry, Teacher Gu Liang. You and Teacher He Wang are actually tied for first place among those who voted for Teacher Song.”

“It’s quite a coincidence. Both Teacher He and Teacher Gu gave every single one of their votes to our champion. They are perfectly balanced and have earned the ‘Devoted Star’ award of this season!”

Gu Liang felt a chill run down his spine. He looked over to see He Wang’s dark, deep gaze sharp as a blade sweeping over him.

At the eye of the storm, Song Mingjiao remained as steady as a rock, showing no signs of discomfort. He accepted his status as the number one heart-throb choice.

A staff member brought him a small crown. Song Mingjiao’s upturned lips flattened slightly. He found this segment a bit embarrassing, but he helplessly accepted it, wearing the tiny crystal crown pinned to a small section in the center of his head.

Because it was the finale, Song Mingjiao was dressed exquisitely. He looked like a literal little princess surrounded by stars.

“However,” the director continued, “our Teacher Song was also very ‘balanced’ in his own voting segment. Everyone, please look! In the revelation of Teacher Song’s heart arrows: two votes for every person, perfectly impartial! He wins the ‘Master of Leveling the Water’ award!”

This result brought joy to some and sorrow to others.

Haha, I was looking forward to a ‘Shura Field’ battle from Song’s votes today, but I didn’t expect him to balance the water like this. And to get rid of that last odd vote, he actually chose to vote for himself! He’s really… I’m crying. Good job, baby! You’re not at the age to fall in love yet; Mommy can’t bear to let you go, woohoo. Ahhh, is my He-Song CP graduating? No! Did I get hooked on a ‘limited-time’ show CP again? But they acted so real!

“Ah.”

Gu Liang’s shoulders slumped instantly. He accepted the result with a sense of loss; he really hadn’t managed to capture Song Mingjiao’s heart.

Meanwhile, He Wang’s tense body also relaxed. He had thought he might have received some slightly different treatment from Song Mingjiao.

Song Mingjiao sat upright, ignoring the gazes coming from both sides, each carrying a different meaning.

The production team went on to announce the choices of the others, but neither Song Mingjiao nor He Wang had the heart to listen anymore.

Song Mingjiao could feel that the man beside him was staring tighter and hotter. It was as if He Wang wanted to burn a hole through his clothes with his gaze alone, then reach into the back of his neck which was well-protected by his collar and still snowy white to leave a mark.

But they were still on a variety show; no one could make any extra moves.

While the director was making summary remarks and the other guests were discussing amongst themselves, Song Mingjiao used the table as cover. He quietly tossed the “heart arrow” model he had swiped from the confession room onto He Wang’s lap.

He Wang’s body stiffened abruptly. He turned back toward Song Mingjiao in disbelief. His eyes held a question: Is this compensation?

Song Mingjiao blinked, then turned back as if nothing had happened, listening intently to the director. He left only one signal: You guess.

Looking at the arrow model on his thigh which still seemed to carry the warmth and scent of the other person because Song Mingjiao had been hiding it close to his body He Wang smiled helplessly.

He couldn’t see through Song Mingjiao’s thoughts, yet he seemed to have truly adapted to Song Mingjiao’s “slap followed by a sweet date” style. He was even willing to sink into it. For now, He Wang only wanted to treasure the arrow model Song Mingjiao had secretly left for him.

Finally, after a long-winded speech, the director announced the start of the final segment the farewell dinner!

The production team decided to leave all the time to the guests so they could arrange things themselves and speak freely.

Song Mingjiao was very happy. During his time on this show, he had a lot of fun. He met more friends offline and interacted with viewers across the country online. It was excellent.

Being in a good mood, Song Mingjiao picked up his wine glass and began to sip it bit by bit, his lips stained with a glistening moisture.

He propped his head up, watching the people around the table start to dance like demons after drinking too much. Especially that flashy rapper, who actually picked up an empty wine bottle as a microphone and started an impromptu concert.

Even the “invisible man” throughout the show, Dr. Xu Xi, began to sway his head and join the farewell concert.

Only the Film Emperor, He Wang, watched silently. He finally found a chance, and while the others weren’t paying attention, he moved his seat next to Song Mingjiao. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a deafening noise.

It turned out that Gu Liang felt that singing with a wine bottle wasn’t enough. He drunkenly went to the staff to ask for a real microphone, then scurried over to Song Mingjiao like he was presenting a treasure.

“Mingjiao, you… you don’t know. I—I asked everyone earlier. Only I… only I came on this show seriously wanting to find a lover. Everyone else had other motives. But in the end, only my goal wasn’t reached!”

Gu Liang looked as if he were going through a breakup. He was drunk and, though it hadn’t rained, he looked like a bedraggled dog, pitifully pouring out his heart to Song Mingjiao.

He Wang watched the shameless rapper with a dark face. Gu Liang had successfully snatched all of Song Mingjiao’s attention!

Song Mingjiao was curious. “Eh? Didn’t everyone come here to fall in love? Isn’t this a dating show? I thought except for an outlier like me who came to play, everyone else was here to match the show’s theme.”

Gu Liang began to count on his fingers:

“Yeah! Shang Xiaoxia and that person who left came to ‘whitewash’ their image and build a good reputation. Ji Xin was a last-minute fill-in because they were short on people; she just wanted to increase her fame. Xu Xi came to treat this show as research and to clear his head. Only me! Waaa, Mingjiao, only my sincerity was misplaced!”

As Gu Liang spoke, he moved himself to tears and began to sing loudly. He was soon taken away by Shang Xiaoxia, who couldn’t stand the noise.

Having waited so long, He Wang finally saw his chance. He took hold of Song Mingjiao’s chin as the latter was still looking around curiously and stared into his beautiful eyes. In a low voice, he said:

“Baby, I am serious too. I also wanted to come on here… and fall in love with you.”

Song Mingjiao swayed his head and laughed. He reached up to steady the small crown that hadn’t fallen off yet. He initially thought it was embarrassing, but after wearing it for a while, he felt it wasn’t so bad.

He mimicked He Wang’s manner, whispering as if they were hiding from someone:

“You’re wrong, Teacher He.”

“On camera, we don’t talk about sincerity.”

Song Mingjiao was a little drunk, but he looked incredibly beautiful when he smiled. Small dimples even appeared at the corners of his mouth. He extended a long, clean index finger and wagged it back and forth in front of He Wang, making a “No” gesture.

This part wasn’t being live-streamed. There were only one or two cameras in the corner recording the ending of the show, but whether this would be edited and aired depended on later discussions.

Thus, Song Mingjiao didn’t have many reservations. Even his exquisitely worn shirt was slightly disarrayed due to his drunken movements, and the marks under his collar were faintly visible.

Those were the marks He Wang had left on Song Mingjiao’s collarbone last night.

They would whisper and linger in each other’s arms after the lights went out, yet act as if they had the most ordinary professional relationship during the day when the lights were on.

Seeing Song Mingjiao’s swaying hands and messy collar, He Wang couldn’t take it. He grabbed a beer bottle from the side, roughly popped the cap, and downed half of it.

Gu Liang, who had exaggeratedly stood up on the table to dance and sing, caught sight of their movements. Perhaps because he was also drunk, he momentarily forgot that He Wang was his rival and even started cheering from the table.

But a drunk person’s interest fades quickly. Gu Liang cheered for a second or two and then returned to his “musical career,” no longer paying attention to them.

He Wang’s voice became raspy from the heavy intake of alcohol. He said:

“Fine. Then let’s not talk about those things.”

He Wang stared at the looming collarbone. Fueled by alcohol and the dim lighting, he no longer cared about the remaining cameras, the need to avoid suspicion, or his restraint and logic. He reached out and urgently pulled Song Mingjiao by the waist.

Song Mingjiao’s waist was very thin and soft. Wrapped in the shirt, no one knew that there were many ambiguous marks on that fair, smooth skin. Nor did anyone know that this waist had two very cute dimples that invited a person to touch them.

He Wang had seen them. He wanted everyone to know he had seen them, yet he didn’t want anyone else to ever see Song Mingjiao like that.

“Baby, then let’s talk about this: my performance last night was more than ten times better than that useless ex-lover of yours, wasn’t it?”

Song Mingjiao laughed and made a symbolic gesture of pushing him away. His silver-bell-like laughter reached He Wang’s ears, sounding more like an invitation.

Song Mingjiao liked hearing these things talking only about desire without asking for his heart.

Under his white shirt, his snowy body still bore the marks left by the man last night. Song Mingjiao never disliked He Wang leaving marks on him because they provided the most direct sense of pleasure.

He himself had always played the role of the active teaser and seducer, often making He Wang’s eyes darken with desire.

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