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As he got out of the car, several caras aid at him.
The footage of the guests eting was pre-recorded and then swiftly edited into previews, but the real love reality show live broadcast would start after moving into the seaside love cottages tomorrow.
He erged from the elevator to face two corridors decked with clean carpets in black and gold. After finding the corresponding room, following the reminder on the door, Xu Qingyan twisted the doorknob and walked straight in.
The entrance led to a semi-open family diner, with an L-shaped bar that was very conspicuous. The interplay of lights and shadows, along with the moisture drifting in from outside, created a strange sense of ambiguity.
A few people were sitting at the family-style L-shaped bar—two won and one man. Each person's seat was oddly separated by one empty spot.
Although all three had smiles on their faces, they occasionally flicked their hair or looked down to cough, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"Looks like soone's coming. Is it a male guest? It couldn't be a celebrity, right?"
"A star? Never seen him before."
"Should we say hello now... Hello!"
"Hi, hello, my na is Xu Qingyan."
Xu Qingyan entered, bringing with him a hint of the stuffy, rainy scent and reached out in greeting.
The production team had a rule that no one could reveal too much information before everyone had arrived. However, he felt the rule was unnecessary, because the guests' clothes and deanor gave away quite a lot.
The sole male guest among them had above-average looks, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt without any obvious logo, and his bold gaze carried an air of casual superiority.
With a Richard Mille watch on his wrist, the wealthy guy took the initiative to greet him, waving his hand.
"Hello, my na is You Zijun."
"Hello, Xu Qingyan."
There was, in fact, not much for big n to talk about, and the other party was rather aloof as well.
The two female guests had risen early, and as Xu Qingyan turned his head, he noticed both had distinctive faces—one with a youthful-looking face with light makeup, the other with a breathtakingly beautiful mature look.
"Hello, my na is Shen Jinyue. Shen of the Shen by the Linshui River, Jinyue of the word jin for constraint, and Yue of the Moon."
A crisp voice rang out as Shen Jinyue smiled, revealing sweet dimples, her face appearing sowhat youthful.
Xu Qingyan couldn't help but look up and t a pair of clear eyes. Her doe-like eyes rippled with a clear smile, refreshing as a clean rain after a storm, delighting the heart.
She was wearing an exquisite white spaghetti-strap dress, her hair tied high in a ponytail. With delicate arched eyebrows and a straight nose, her smile revealed pearly white teeth and red lips. There was even a barely noticeable teardrop mole below the corner of her eye.
The spaghetti-strap dress fit her provocative figure perfectly, and her cleavage was distracting enough to draw a lingering gaze. Her soft, snowy white skin and the curvature left one unable to take their eyes off her.
"Hello, I'm Xu Qingyan." He stepped forward half a step, gently shook hands with her and caught a whiff of a scent akin to a faint floral fragrance mingled with her body odor.
"Pleased to et you. Are you a perforr?"
"No, I'm not, but I think I've seen you before." Xu Qingyan said.
As he spoke, he also observed Shen Jinyue's micro-expressions, noting that she didn't seem nervous in front of the cara. She seed to have so experience dealing with caras, unlike a complete amateur.
Upon closer thought, he realized this was the recently popular 'Reserved Moon' from Douhai, a puritanical internet celebrity with 30 million fans. Joining a love reality show?
"Are you the Moon?" he tentatively asked.
Shen Jinyue's eyes curved into crescents, seemingly delighted by his question. With a sweet smile, her ponytail swaying slightly, she nodded in acknowledgent.
"Yes, are you my fan?"
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"Right, what kind of blogger are you?"
As those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room instantly solidified, with You Zijun staring at Xu Qingyan with a shocked face while another female guest couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.
Shen Jinyue was even more embarrassed and whispered.
"I'm a singing blogger."
Xu Qingyan thought to himself, of course I know that, this is all part of the script. Don't bla for being ruthless, bla the absurd amount the show team offered, I simply couldn't refuse.
Shen Jinyue's face was filled with a look of silent reproach, as if to say, "Are you really a fan of mine?"
The classic awkward silence was perfectly captured by the caras, destined to beco one of the incredible previews.
"Cough, I might have rembered it wrong," Xu Qingyan said before turning his head and finding his gaze landing on a firm chest, causing his breathing to beco rapid.
"Hello, I'm Pei Muchan"
Pei Muchan's voice was steady and gentle, its soothing tone slightly husky, as if it was ward by charcoal embers in her throat. Not at all stiff, it instead carried a bit of an alluring, big sister charm.
Her features were neat and delicate, with a slightly narrow face, which set her apart from the typical cookie-cutter oval faces—her face had a clear sense of bone structure, with just the right amount of facial depth.
Her lightly curled long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her eyes shaded with a soft brown matte eyeshadow. The mont her gaze t Xu Qingyan's, it transford into the most gentle smile of a southern belle, captivating with red lips and white teeth.
She was wearing a grey vintage won's blazer with a black round-neck long sleeve shirt underneath, paired with tight blue jeans contouring her leg shape, and hips wider than her shoulders, sketching out perfect curves.
Geez, those jeans give off the impression of yoga pants.
Xu Qingyan couldn't help but silently lant in his mind, could this rotten love variety show actually afford such a goddess of beauty? Could it be that the director had sold his house?
"Hello, Xu Qingyan."
Xu Qingyan slightly bowed in a polite handshake, noticing the other person's fingers were ice-cold as he made contact and discreetly pulled back his hand.
However, the na Pei Muchan seed familiar, like he had heard it sowhere before?
Before he could think further, sounds ca from the entrance, this ti it was a young man entering. A mild and delicate fresh at with makeup on, he entered and greeted everyone with a demure bow.
"Hello everyone, my na is Bai Jinze."
Then the four of them took turns doing a brief self-introduction, which really just amounted to repeating their own nas, as the show team had requested that identities be kept confidential.
But Xu Qingyan noticed that the way people looked at Pei Muchan was different and thought that so identities probably couldn't be kept secret, though he couldn't quite rember where he had seen her.
If she was a celebrity or actress, he really might not rember, as he had been busy running around for his mother's dical expenses these past years. With almost no ti to rest, he had spent most of his efforts working hard to earn money.
In this world, everyone else might stop, but he couldn't.
He had never spoken about these things with his mother, for she couldn't help and would lose sleep worrying.
So far, five out of the nine guests had arrived, three n and two won. Before long, more commotion ca from the doorway.
The slightly awkward words of greetings were halted as everyone turned their heads together toward the door, where, surprisingly, two male guests appeared at the corner at the sa ti.
One of them, with distinctive features and dressed in a Korean-style mature look, had his hair slicked back and wore a black long-sleeve shirt that made him look ticulous.
"Hello everyone, my na is Liu Renzhi."
The other male guest was in a suit with refined glasses, looking like a young professional who might be a lawyer or a doctor. Xu Qingyan guessed the man could be from one of those professions.
"Hello everyone, my na is Chen Feiyu."
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