"And you don’t rember our three-month term, do you? So in the end, I might not necessarily marry you. Don’t speak too confidently, President Fu, or you might end up getting slapped in the face."
Fu Jinghen of course hadn’t forgotten his bet with Wen Qiao.
That bet he had agreed to so carelessly and casually, with a just-for-fun attitude.
He had co to like Wen Qiao now, but what if Wen Qiao didn’t want to stay by his side? What then?
Before he could figure out how to respond to Wen Qiao’s words, the staff had already started to announce their next schedule—
"All the guests have finished forming teams. You may now start your one-day limited-ti romance. Please select one representative from each couple to draw the dating funds prepared by the production team. You will use these funds to complete today’s three-hour limited-date. At the sa ti, we will also launch a voting event on Weibo, letting viewers choose today’s best couple."
After waiting a mont and not hearing any other instructions from the staff, Qi Ming couldn’t quite believe it, "Is it really that simple?"
"Yes," the staff mber said, "This is the content for today’s live broadcast. To align with the traditional Chinese Valentine’s Day, we’ll let you temporarily escape being single, you single dogs."
"......"
You’re the single dog.
Realizing the mistake, the staff mber quickly added, "Oh, except for Mr. Fang."
"......"
"Funds? The funds you’ve prepared?" Wen Qiao looked skeptically at the staff mber, "Aren’t you guys out of money? Could the funds you’ve prepared for us even add up to one hundred yuan?"
The staff mber’s face stiffened, "Who said we’re out of money? Don’t talk nonsense. Our show is a big production; how could we possibly have a funding issue?"
"Cut it out," Wen Qiao didn’t give the production team any face, "When I arrived, I overheard Director Li complaining to the assistant director that the production team’s funds had hit rock bottom, that we must cling tightly to President Fu’s robust thighs or else the next episode would be performing ’drinking the northwest wind’ for the audience—"
"Cut, cut, cut, don’t broadcast this part, turn off Wen Qiao’s microphone." The staff mber, listening to Director Li’s furious voice through the headset, quickly covered the cara lens.
[Hahahaha, this is the most badass regular I’ve ever seen, exposing the production team on air, won’t she get trouble from the director?]
[Wen Qiao’s act of ’drinking the northwest wind’ was too funny hahaha.]
[Fresh Wen Qiao emoticons out of the oven, feel free to check my Weibo.]
[This isn’t just about not giving the production team a way down; she pretty much moved the ladder away.]
[What’s with covering the cara, can’t take a joke?]
[Shouldn’t the production team and the regulars share both glory and loss? Has Wen Qiao been driven mad by tornt, looking to go down together?]
[Pfft, I was just drinking water and ended up spraying it all over my mom’s face; my life is in peril.]
[Wen Qiao shouldn’t talk like that, it’s too unfiltered.]
Seeing the staff’s flustered state, the other guests couldn’t help but laugh, and Shen Zaiye seed incredibly amused, "After the last episode, I went back and read the comnts; I saw netizens say that having Wen Qiao on the show ant the good days were over and it was ti to seek thrills. Looks like they were right."
Even Fang Baichen couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Fu Jinghen gently tugged Wen Qiao’s wrist and quietly reminded her, "Leave them so face."
"You don’t know how badly they ssed with in the last episode; all I’m doing is firing so verbal shots."
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