“…So, this was the surprise you said only the champions got?”

Bright lights shone over the first-floor living room, illuminating the slightly messy scene inside.

The handsome youth sat on the sofa, his hands unconsciously clutching the edge of it, his knuckles faintly whitening from the force.

His voice still carried the tremor and uncertainty of someone who had been frightened too much. Every word sounded as if it had been squeezed out of his tense throat.

In his eyes, watery light flickered. Those were tears forced out by fear just moments ago, under the lights like a thin mist, carrying an indescribable panic.

His face was pale as paper, drained of all blood, as if all vitality had been sucked away. Looking at his hands again, because of the earlier struggle, they showed abnormal swelling, with faint bluish bruises beneath the skin—enough to prove how much strength had been used before.

The sleepwear on him, originally neat, was now disheveled. The hem was pulled to one side, the collar slightly open, with red marks rubbed on it. His brows were tightly knitted together, as if gripped by an invisible hand, while he stared at the staff before him.

Anyone who saw him would have thought that the youth sitting on the sofa was a pitiful victim.

But…

—Who would have thought that this poor thing, who looked like his widower’s door had just been kicked right after his husband died, was secretly the final boss gone berserk!

The director, with dark circles under her eyes, sat opposite the youth, staring at his pitiful appearance, thinking with a blank face.

But the staff beside her were far less composed. Most of their faces still carried lingering fright—unfortunately, because of their looks, they didn’t appear pleasing to the eye, but more like a disaster documentary.

Still, one couldn’t be too harsh on them.

—After all, whoever had just seen the scene of the handsome youth gripping a fruit knife and nearly stabbing out his brother-in-law’s eye would be terrified.

Especially that brother-in-law who had nearly had his eye stabbed—yet now he sat there completely unconcerned, with a fist-bruised cheek, smiling sweetly at the culprit—the complete opposite of the coldness he showed to the other staff.

Yes, the brother-in-law.

The matter had to be traced back to twenty minutes earlier.

“…Mr. Will, we’ll trouble you with the surprise this morning, but… are you sure you want to use this outfit to give them the surprise?”

The director, standing by with a worried look, asked.

Faced with her question, Mr. Will only turned his eyes slightly, as if saying the question was redundant. He nodded faintly, his expression carrying some coldness, while the stylist at his side was doing the final touches.

His frosty silver hair was neatly combed back, every strand seeming meticulously sculpted, glowing softly. Those deep blue eyes, like glaciers in the Nordic night, were cold and profound, yet at times hinted at emotions like undercurrents in the deep sea.

He wore a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. The pure black fabric was delicate and rich in texture, with the unique sheen that only the finest cloth possessed, flashing faintly with his movements—low-key yet luxurious.

The vest beneath had smooth lines, fitting his body just right, its buttons crafted from polished gemstones with natural, unique patterns. His shirt collar was slightly open, with no tie, giving a casual air that nonetheless carried innate nobility.

At his cuffs, a pair of exquisite cufflinks glinted faintly—repurposed from ancient coins, polished by the years, their unique patterns exuding a mysterious and captivating aura.

The whole outfit, brimming with the scent of wealth, highlighted his upright posture, as if he could walk straight into a banquet at any second.

But after sighing that this Mr. Willgall really was, like his brother, a rich man, the director’s worry did not ease one bit.

—Because she really didn’t want to pay compensation.

The attire on this Mr. Willgall alone probably cost enough to buy out her entire production team. If, during the upcoming activity, he so much as bumped or scratched himself, the whole crew wouldn’t be enough to pay for it.

Fortunately, his assistant seemed to sense this from the director’s face, and quietly promised that they would not pursue any claims over such matters.

“…The Gore family wouldn’t care about such a little sum.”

The assistant said with a smile.

Director: “……”

I’ll fight you rich people to the end!

Of course, she only thought this in her heart. In reality, she simply watched Mr. Will step forward, followed by the cameraman.

Mr. Will had contacted the director yesterday. When she first heard the voice of Mr. Will assistant over the phone, she had been doubtful, even wary, fearing she might get dragged into an international inheritance dispute. Luckily, he only wanted to come and give his widowed sister-in-law a surprise, with no other demands.

After showing Mr. Will photo to Song Yun, and confirming he did indeed have such a younger brother, the director immediately approved it.

Even when she saw Mr. Will in person and already understood from his tone about Ye Wangxing why he wanted to give his sister-in-law such a surprise…

It was a love triangle from hell! Ratings would absolutely skyrocket!

They just needed to prepare some security, in case those two rich men really came to blows in public. But for a director who had already landed many sponsorship deals, this was only a small matter.

Flush with wealth, she immediately decided that tomorrow’s wake-up mission would feature him.

Still, when she informed him of the task, she felt uneasy. After all, waking up early in the morning and having to put on makeup—anyone would get angry, right?

“…I can see Wangxing in pajamas, can’t I? I agree.”

The director looked at Mr. Will, who had agreed without hesitation, and while she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she also sighed inwardly.

Thank you, power of love.

But when she saw Mr. Will dressed in that full three-piece suit, a sudden unease surged in her heart.

After all, it was far too formal, and he had even specially padded himself with height insoles.

—He was already over one meter ninety, why did he need height insoles!

All the men present who cared about their height felt like they had been shot, and could only be glad that this part had not been broadcast live.

The director herself didn’t care much about height, what she cared about was the man’s strange behavior.

Sure enough, trouble came.

When Ye Wangxing opened the door, he froze for a moment, then slammed it shut. At that time, the director hadn’t realized anything was wrong—until Ye Wangxing picked up a fruit knife and stabbed straight at the man’s eye. Only then did she react.

She instinctively let out a short scream and took two quick steps forward to stop Ye Wangxing, but fortunately the silver-haired man seemed to have already anticipated it. With his other hand, he directly gripped Ye Wangxing’s wrist, stopping the fruit knife just before his eye socket.

But Ye Wangxing’s hand kept pressing hard. He even used his other hand, mercilessly swinging a punch at the silver-haired man’s cheek, and all of this happened within a very short span of time.

By then, the entire corridor had already turned into chaos—staff rushing forward to help and those too frightened to act all tangled together. The director even found time to glance at the livestream, terrified it might get shut down.

“Wangxing, it’s me, it’s Will, not Kaizer!”

Only when the silver-haired man seized the chance to speak did the enraged youth finally snap back to his senses.

The situation on site was finally under control, and the livestream no longer needed to worry about being shut down.

Which brought them to the current scene on the sofa.

After listening to what they said, the handsome youth finally regained a bit of color in his face. At that moment, the director also seized the chance to ask the question she had been curious about for a long time.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Ye, why did you react so strongly when you saw Mr. Will?”

The handsome youth, of course, didn’t refuse. While rubbing his wrist, he casually said: “If you opened the door at dawn, when the sky was still dark, and saw a dead man standing in front of you, you would react worse than me.”

Although he said it lightly, whether staff or director, even the styling team all whipped their heads toward the silver-haired man at once.

Their faces were unanimously indescribable.

“Wangxing, I was only joking. I didn’t think you would really be so ruthless with this face.”

The silver-haired man sounded rather pitiful, completely different from the calm, imposing figure of moments before.

The handsome youth sighed and said: “If you hadn’t worn those height insoles, the fruit knife wouldn’t even have reached you. After all, I was already scared senseless then, moving purely on muscle memory. That position only matched Kaizer’s eye.”

The silver-haired man’s pitiful expression froze on his face: “……”

“Wangxing, your words really hurt. But… I suddenly feel like I understand the pain of men who are one meter seventy-five tall.”

The cameraman who really was 1.75 meters tall, along with many staff members present: “……”

Like—fine, you can chat, but why did you have to attack us personally?

The handsome youth, however, didn’t notice the staff’s resentful gazes. Instead, he looked at the director with some reproach and said: “…You really scared me to death this morning.”

The director, who had been frightened half to death by Ye Wangxing: “……”

The other staff suffering psychological damage: “……”

—So who exactly scared whom to death here?!

The viewers in the livestream barrage shared the same feeling.

They screamed across the screen: “—Bro, I opened the stream and the first thing I saw was you stabbing someone’s eye with a fruit knife. Who scared who here?!”

“I mean, sure, if I saw a dead man at dawn, I’d react the same way—but bro, wasn’t your reaction a bit too extreme? And what kind of muscle memory makes you stab your husband’s eye socket when you’re scared?!”

“God, the steadiness, accuracy, and ruthlessness when you stabbed—plus the insane speed—nearly made my medical insurance card go into overdraft. I honestly felt like my heart was going to stop just now!”

Aside from complaints, quite a few viewers urged everyone to get some rest.

“Go to bed early, guys. Getting this kind of scare first thing in the morning really feels like sudden death.”

“Even though it’s already five in the morning, sleep as long as you can. Don’t really drop dead!”

“I want to sleep too! But after seeing that scene just now, who the hell could fall asleep?!”

The bullet comments immediately erupted into a debate about whether to sleep or not, while the remaining viewers started discussing today’s events.

“I suddenly feel grateful that I went to bed at 8 p.m. last night, otherwise, I wouldn’t be so energetic eating this drama now.”

“Speaking of which, the widower’s younger brother-in-law really is…”

“Hehe, a spoiled, green-tea type brother-in-law who looks almost like the husband, hehe.”

“tsk tsk tsk, the rival and the younger brother both like his partner. If Mr. Kaizer knew, he’d probably crawl out of the ground, right?”

“How do you know he’s not spying right now?”

“—I, I, I’m telling you, the sun’s already risen here, the yang energy is strong. Don’t scare me!”

The bullet comments gradually turned into a free-for-all again. Feng Chuan watched the live stream, feeling her heart race. She knew she really couldn’t watch any longer and had to sleep to survive.

Even after putting down her phone, Feng Chuan’s mind kept circling around the events of the day. Today had been too intense, and she felt that Ye Wangxing’s emotions toward his deceased husband were strange.

If it was love, he instinctively wanted to kill someone on first sight. If it wasn’t, the longing expression on his face seemed incredibly real.

“So… what exactly was going on between him and his husband?”

Feng Chuan thought about this before falling asleep, and many others shared the same curiosity.

Just as they wanted to ask the live stream, the show proceeded to the next segment.

The director hurriedly arranged the staff for the surprise wake-up task.

Female staff naturally woke up unlucky female guests, and male staff did the same for male guests.

As for the silver-haired man?

No one could call him—unless he agreed himself.

“—Is Chris on the list of people to wake? Can I go?”

The silver-haired man asked with a smile. The director glanced at the handsome young man and then at the silver-haired man and cautiously said: “The previous situation cannot happen a second time.”

The silver-haired man nodded seriously.

Three minutes later:

“sht! fuk! (a string of curse words)”

The red-haired man’s screams echoed throughout the villa.

“…Sweetheart, you don’t love me. You actually let that bastard scare me.”

He leaned weakly against the sofa.

“God knows when I opened the door and saw that face, I almost punched him. My heart almost stopped.”

The handsome young man looked at the red-haired man’s weak expression, and a rare smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Sweetheart, you’re even mocking me—I’m getting angry!”

The red-haired man shouted, then moved next to the handsome young man, acting like he was ready to throw a tantrum.

The bullet comments were stunned. The silver-haired man nearby shot the red-haired man a deadly glare.

The two men exchanged a look, seeming about to fight, and then…

One of them got slapped by Ye Wangxing and calmed down.

While the three men were fussing, the observation room began playing footage.

Most guests in the observation room weren’t used to waking early, so they didn’t know about the morning’s events. When they learned about the live-stream incident, they were all shocked.

The host then asked a deadly question: “…If you saw your already-deceased partner one morning, how would you react?”

The four couples froze. The top-streaming celebrity and actor couple immediately began showing affection, vowing never to harm each other and to stay together, no matter how their partner returned.

The singer and manager couple answered more realistically: they didn’t know because reactions at such moments were hard to control.

The veteran actor couple had the husband say he’d first see whether the other was alive or dead: Alive, they’d live together, dead, they’d return where they belonged.

“How can the dead hold back the living?”

The veteran actor said seriously, sounding reasonable—until his wife echoed the same words, and his face darkened.

The bullet comments reacted: “Speechless, double-standard old man?”

Finally, it was Shi Xuanzhu and Song Yun’s turn.

“…I would respect his opinion.”

Shi Xuanzhu gave a perfect answer. But Song Yun…

He seemed somewhat absent-minded today, though it was understandable since his brother nearly attacked someone with a fruit knife, scaring him.

With Shi Xuanzhu’s reminder, he came back to focus and subconsciously said: “—Let him go back.”

Realizing he shouldn’t have said that, he quickly added: “I mean I’ll go back with him to handle his identity. Since he’s dead, his registration was canceled. Now that he’s appeared, his ID documents need to be handled.”

Though the answer had some gaps, it still received support from the viewers—or perhaps no one really cared. The bullet comments were still busy with the top-streaming celebrity’s fans and the actor’s fans fighting each other.

Only Shi Xuanzhu noticed the slight doubt on Song Yun’s face.

…What was happening with Song Yun?

Song Yun noticed Shi Xuanzhu’s gaze and forced a smile, fooling him, but his expression quickly became complicated again.

What could possibly happen?

He had only seen Shi Xuanzhu chatting with a female host from the neighboring studio before going home last night.

The female host was intellectual and elegant, clearly highly educated, and kept a proper distance with Shi Xuanzhu—but…

Song Yun felt something was off.

Whether it was the host brushing Shi Xuanzhu’s forearm or him handing her coffee with overlapping fingers, Song Yun sensed something was wrong.

Yet it was a normal distance—at most slightly close—and they were in public. Others didn’t notice anything.

After returning home, Shi Xuanzhu reported the host to him, explaining she was just a friend, and they got along discussing lines. This left Song Yun without reason to question him.

Song Yun tossed and turned in bed half the night. This morning, he barely got past it, but still felt frustrated.

Only when he saw his brother could he sincerely worry and momentarily forget last night’s events.

Thus, viewers and Shi Xuanzhu noticed that Song Yun’s attention stayed on his brother. He even called the director, insisting his instructions reach the two people beside him.

“—I’m watching you.”

This made today’s tasks routine, and the two seemingly tried to behave normally in front of the elder brother, creating few outlandish moments. Ratings remained high, but the day wasn’t as thrilling as yesterday.

Some viewers were relieved, if it had been two consecutive days as intense as yesterday, their health insurance cards might have risked overdue charges.

Song Yun forced himself not to think about last night, focusing on the two of them, earning him the “brother-obsessed” tag on trending searches.

The public was forgiving, no one said anything harsh.

After today’s live stream, Ye Wangxing completed his tasks for the next two days. His next live stream would wait until next Saturday and Sunday. Other guests would continue their tasks.

This was previously agreed with the director, given Ye Wangxing’s special profession—he earned hundreds of thousands easily.

The director initially only intended to enrich the male guests’ content, not expecting him to hit trending searches.

Although traffic would visibly drop over the next five days, it meant more traffic would come when Ye Wangxing returned next Saturday.

—Of course, the director couldn’t control Ye Wangxing, so she had to politely watch him leave the small room carrying his luggage.

This time, it wasn’t Assistant Wang who picked him up—it was Song Yun.

Song Yun had called his brother in advance to arrange dinner tonight, with another matter to discuss.

Shi Xuanzhu frowned slightly at the plan but ultimately hugged him, saying he would wait at home.

This left Song Yun feeling both disgusted and uncertain about his own feelings.

On the drive to the restaurant with Ye Wangxing, a slight expression appeared on his face.

The handsome young man seemed to notice Song Yun’s mood. He frowned and only spoke after they sat down in the restaurant: “What happened?”

Song Yun sighed and recounted everything from last night.

“…I don’t know if I’m too sensitive or what. I just felt something was wrong. Maybe being a stay-at-home husband for too long made me paranoid.”

Song Yun smiled bitterly.

The handsome young man put down his wine glass and calmly said: “No, your feelings weren’t wrong. Shi Xuanzhu was mentally cheating—but for now, he wants a physical relationship but doesn’t dare because of reality. He has the intention but not the courage.”

Song Yun’s eyes widened. He opened and closed his mouth, finally forcing out: “…How do you know?”

The handsome young man replied in a casual tone, as if saying: “I ate bread today”:

“Guess how Kaizer and Chris became mortal enemies?”

 

 

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