Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Xu Qingyan was taken by surprise and tackled with the ball, suddenly gaining a new accessory on his person.

Soft as jade in his arms, the fragrance wafting to the tip of his nose. He stepped back on instinct, wondering where exactly she had gained that extra pound she spoke of, considering the impact...

Counting the days, it had been almost a month since they last saw each other.

As for the matter at hand, Xu Qingyan couldn't completely absolve himself of responsibility. If it wasn't for his insistence on having the right to choose the singer for "The South of Colorful Clouds," forcing Lin Wanzhou to sing,

she wouldn't have been tied up in Yunnan for a month, attending events and serving as a tourism ambassador.

Though it was a mutually beneficial situation for Lin Wanzhou and Yunnan, it certainly left Lin Wanzhou fuming with resentment. He had promised a quick return, yet it dragged on for a month.

"Yes, long time no see." Xu Qingyan also wore a mask, yellow glasses.

It wasn't to avoid paparazzi; neither of them had any scandalous material. It was just to evade the public eye, change appearances, and leave no impressions on anyone.

Paparazzi didn't care much for singers who didn't mingle in social circles; pictures wouldn't sell for much.

Blackmail someone to buy the photos? Or post them online for fans to break down and passersby to gossip? Besides, Xu Qingyan was known for being tough—get involved with him, and you're in for bad luck.

Others would send a lawyer's letter; he would actually hire a litigator. Who knows if he might turn to some unemployed vagrant next.

Once in the car, Lin Wanzhou hummed a song from the passenger seat, clearly in good spirits.

"How's it going in Yunnan? Last time you mentioned you signed an endorsement with some... what brand?" Xu Qingyan hit the gas, stroking the steering wheel; the Panamera smoothly pulled away.

It had to be said, the Panamera truly was the most elegant D-class executive sedan. Once the spoiler lifted, the unfolded wings added that little sense of sportiness it was otherwise missing.

For those you can't catch up to, just let the million-level black jade Panamera do the job.

"It's going pretty well, Yunnan Baiyao," Lin Wanzhou turned and smiled, "They're offering a hefty endorsement fee. They originally planned to hire a top-tier celebrity, but I snagged the deal instead."

"It's all about talent, not just luck," Xu Qingyan said, one hand on the steering wheel, eyes always looking forward, "I've mentioned before, no rush with endorsements."

"Yes!"

For Xu Qingyan, an Audi A8 would also do, since after all, it wasn't his car. Initially, he couldn't afford one, and later when he could, he was too lazy to buy one.

There was no distinction between close or distant relations; after all, they were all family. Xu Qingyan wasn't just saying this; he actually spent money on them, naturally using their money as well.

Now, aside from the people involved, be it money or assets, each was entwined with the other. To try and separate them was possible but as complicated as entangled threads.

On the highway, Xu Qingyan seemed to remember something and asked,

"Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'm up for it," Lin Wanzhou nodded, blinked her eyes and thought to herself why he didn't ask Qi Ting. Hesitating for a moment, she said, "Ting Ting has something to do, so she didn't come back."

She spoke with a hint of guilt.

"Oh, okay," he didn't mind and an idea flashed through his mind, "You have to wear a swimsuit to go to the beach, otherwise, you can't get in. I've prepared one for you."

"What?" Lin Wanzhou looked surprised.

"Of course, considering you might feel shy," he glanced at Lin Wanzhou out of the corner of his eye, "Just try it on in the small room, I will verify it for you."

Lin Wanzhou: "..."

"No way, if you're going to wear it, you put it on!"

"I'll definitely wear it, but I'm afraid my good physique might draw too much attention," Xu Qingyan joked, "I'll just wear a beach shirt to get by. If there's time, I'll even go for a swim."

"Really?" Lin Wanzhou sighed, "But I can't swim."

He comforted her, "No worries, you must not know I have a nickname, 'The Shark in the Surf.' I could carry you through a couple laps in the sea, no need to even catch my breath."

Listening, Lin Wanzhou was somewhat puzzled, thinking he was serious.

"Isn't that too dangerous?"

"No worries, the sea is very safe," Xu Qingyan's mouth went off track when relaxed, "Once I'm in the sea, it's like being home. I could soak for a day or two without a peep."

"Then let's not go!" Lin Wanzhou pouted.

In the afternoon.

Xu Qingyan dropped her off at her residence and made plans to go to the beach the next day. Having batted through a long journey, Lin Wanzhou was not in a suitable condition to move right away; the house also needed cleaning as it had been vacant for a month.

He followed her upstairs, joking before opening the door, "After so long without living here, the place must be full of dust."

"Yeah, it's been over a month since I've been back," Lin Wanzhou was also worried; the lock on the door had recently been changed to a combination lock, and it just so happened that Xu Qingyan also knew the code.

The password to enter was the last two digits of his identity card number. Honestly, Xu Qingyan never understood Lin Wanzhou's baffling decision.

If it were the last four digits which were her birthdate, it wouldn't be an issue, but the last two digits didn't seem to hold any significance.

He recalled when he asked her about it, Lin Wanzhou had hemmed and hawed. In the end, she said she couldn't think of what else to use, so she just went with it because if she couldn't expect it, neither could others.

The girl's thought process was indeed quirky.

Pushing open the door, the room felt stuffy, suffused with a faint wooden scent.

Xu Qingyan didn't dislike this smell, he pushed Lin Wanzhou's suitcase in through the doorway. Amidst the humming sound from the suitcase's wheels, he saw Lin Wanzhou go ahead to pull back the curtains.

In the dimly lit room, the rays of the sun streaming in lit up as the automatic curtains whisked open.

He could see Lin Wanzhou's arm in the sunlight, lined with a color like that of rice starch. He seemed to be able to see through to the muscles and the fine down on the girl's skin...

"What's up?" she asked, noticing Xu Qingyan lost in thought.