After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I’m Pampered by All

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Script Murder

“””I suddenly feel so sorry for Yao Hui. How could his dad beat him like that?””” Meng Wange gulped down some water, her eyes wide with shock, feeling as though the food in her mouth had turned dry and tasteless.

“””You’re such an uncultured bumpkin. Yao Hui must have done something wrong. He’s the only child in his family, and President Yao had him late in life and doted on him so much. Who knows how spoiled he became, living a life without purpose, only knowing how to mess around. He’s still living off his parents at such an age. If he hadn’t come on this romance reality show, who knows where he’d be wasting his time? So don’t feel pity for Yao Hui; he deserves that beating!”””

Lu Tianxin’s family was also wealthy, and they often interacted with the Yao Family. After a while, she got to know these things.

When talking about Yao Hui’s childhood, he was a real asshole. Anything from using a slingshot with rocks to break windows to flipping up girls’ skirts, there was nothing he was afraid to do.

“””I suddenly feel so grateful for my parents. They never hit me, just scolded me.”””

At that moment, Meng Wange felt somewhat thankful to have such kind parents. Although her mother was her stepmother, she treated her as her own daughter.

“””…Hmph,””” Lu Tianxin couldn’t be bothered to say more, thinking Tianxin’s easily contented attitude wasn’t worth discussing.

Sang Qiao, on the other hand, was quietly listening to their conversation, a different person coming to her mind.

If Ah He’s mother could be so kind to Wange, then why couldn’t she do the same for Ah He? Or is it that all mothers are strange, preferring to treat other people’s children better?

As she reflected on this, a weak voice came from beside her; “””Sang Qiao, how are your parents?”””

“””Average,””” Sang Qiao returned from her thoughts, speaking indifferently before lowering her head and shoveling a few mouthfuls of rice.

Meng Wange realized it was a sensitive topic and didn’t dare to ask more.

But Lu Tianxin wasn’t the kind of person to hold her tongue. “””Your stupidity probably comes from your good parents.”””

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“””…Lu Tianxin, you’re so annoying. Can’t you stop picking fights all the time?””” Meng Wange scratched her head irritably, feeling like the rice in her hands had lost its flavor.

She knew she had good parents, but she didn’t need to be reminded like this.

“””I didn’t even want to talk to you,””” Lu Tianxin turned around and left, her face contorted in displeasure.

She felt that always being quiet was too boring, yet she couldn’t be friends with them. She didn’t quite like the look of any of them.

“””You’re crazy. It was you who started talking to me!””” Meng Wange was speechless.

She watched Lu Tianxin’s retreating figure, grinding her teeth in annoyance. How could someone be so irritating?

After they had finished eating.

There were still plans for the afternoon. Yao Hui’s injury wasn’t light but wasn’t serious either, just some superficial wounds without any bleeding. It just hurt when he moved.

As he walked downstairs, limping, his face was the image of utter dejection.

“””Considering Yao Hui’s condition, the production team didn’t arrange any physically demanding tasks for the afternoon. Let’s just play a scripted murder game indoors,””” the director said with a sigh. He had just gone to Yao Hui’s room to apply some medicine for him, and after hearing the whole story, he felt really sorry for the kid.

It was rare for him not to cause trouble, yet he ended up misunderstood like this.

“””What’s a scripted murder game?””” Meng Wange asked out of curiosity. She had heard of others playing it but never participated herself. Was it like an actor’s script?

“””It’s simply acting out roles according to a script. You follow the directions provided in the script to catch the killer or protect them; it’s very easy,””” the director said with a smile.

But his smile, coupled with that assurance of simplicity, always made everyone feel like he was up to no good.

Eventually, the cast followed the director to the Siheyuan’s large hall, where a big table and ten stools had been set up with scripts on the table.

Once everyone was seated, the director began to randomly assign the roles and lines each person would play.

She casually handed out a set of game rules to everyone, and after a brief glance, they roughly understood.

“Okay, let’s start with self-introductions beginning with Yao Hui,” the director casually pointed to the first seat.

“I’m the murderer, and my task is to survive until the end,” Yao Hui said, baring his teeth and grinning, mainly because he also had a small wound on his face.

However, at this moment, no one was in the mood to care about his expression.

Wasn’t there something off-kilter about what he had just said?

“I’m the accomplice, and my task is to protect the murderer,” Meng Wangge, sitting next to him, was the second to speak up.

The director: “?”

“What are you guys talking about? Once you reveal your identities and tasks, won’t everyone already know who the murderer is? How can the game continue?”

The director was suffering from a headache. Didn’t the rules already clearly state this? These two still didn’t get it.

“Didn’t you ask us to introduce ourselves?” Yao Hui frowned and tossed his data onto the table, gesturing for everyone to see that he was indeed the murderer!

[Hahaha, Yao Hui’s ‘I’m the murderer and I’m not wrong’ face is gonna kill me! Does he not know self-introductions are about describing your own characteristics?]

[Oops, the script murder game ended as soon as it started.]

[Meng Wangge is also so naïve, just echoing whatever Yao Hui says.]

“I didn’t mean for you to introduce your identities, but rather some character traits for everyone to guess. Isn’t that written on the information sheet? You just follow that or come up with something in your own words that means the same thing,” the director said, somewhat exhausted. How did he end up with such a group of blockhead guests?

“So, what do we do now?” Yao Hui finally felt a bit guilty and began to understand the game’s rules.

“Let’s change the script,” the director immediately suggested the safest option because Yao Hui had already slapped his data on the table for all to see; anyone without eyes could probably guess some of its features.

It would be easy for someone to remember the features of that piece of data and identify the murderer if it were redistributed.

Soon, a staff member brought new scripts and handed them out.

With the experience of the first round, everyone played much better.

“I’m a lively and cute little girl, still in school,” Sang Qiao read her traits unhurriedly.

“Male, older, loves to smoke,” Sang Shen felt this kind of game was quite boring.

Yao Hui: “Auntie who sells vegetables in the market, enthusiastic and hospitable.”

“Pfft…” Meng Wangge couldn’t help but want to laugh, her speech tinged with suppressed giggles, “I… I… I’m Aunt Liu who doesn’t eat cilantro, with excellent cooking skills.”

Liang Mengyun couldn’t help but falter in her tone, “I love eating candies, with black hair.”

“A madman who wanders the streets drooling all day,” Lu Tianxin said unhappily, what kind of role was this that she had gotten!

Lin Weichen: “Righteous Officer Xiao Chen.”

Sang Jiao: “A gentle and pretty kindergarten teacher, very kind-hearted, and loves children very much.”

Gu Nanmo: “I’m Old Wang from next door, with a limping leg, lying in bed smoking all day.”

Si Chenli: “A pregnant woman, sensitive and suspicious.”

After everyone had finished stating their character traits, the director was ready to start telling the story.