"Does wanting something to happen with Mr. Fu count as love?" Li Xingwan blurted out without thinking. That’s just what she believed.
With a "boom," Fu Chengzhou seemed to be shocked by her words and lifted her up in his arms.
Those outside had no idea what had happened inside. All they knew was that they seemed to have heard the sounds of a door opening and closing.
It was quite forceful.
That night, Li Xingwan felt as if her bones had come apart, in a deeply satisfying way.
Her face was flushed with red.
Before Fu Chengzhou even woke up, she had already glanced at him, decided it was best to leave at once, and ran off.
"Miss Li, why does it seem like something’s off with the way you’re walking?" The Queen of Film, Jiang, descended from upstairs and spotted her immediately.
She thought Xingwan had just woken up early and gone out for a walk before returning.
Emperor Zheng and Emperor Bo were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as usual and looking after the ladies.
Normally, this kind of task would be handed to the newcomers.
But the way they looked at Li Xingwan was like how one would look at their own daughter. They simply couldn’t bear to let her lift a finger.
So, they had to step in themselves.
Through the screen, viewers could feel their doting affection for Li Xingwan.
"Ah? Me? I just took a walk outside," Li Xingwan said, feeling a blush she could hardly contain whenever she thought about last night.
She had thought Fu Chengzhou was the ascetic type.
But she never expected him to... to...
He said... "I too have desires and passions..."
After speaking, she immediately composed herself, careful not to let anyone notice anything was amiss; after all, she was in front of the cameras. The eyes of netizens were shrewd.
"I almost twisted my ankle."
"Oh, I see," the Queen of Film, Jiang, responded. "Are you okay?"
"Twisted your ankle? Is it serious? Let me see how bad it is," Emperor Zheng and Emperor Bo immediately came out of the kitchen.
"Look at how worried they are," the live broadcast viewers wanted to laugh.
"Now everyone knows how much they dote on Li Xingwan."
"They look just like two anxious fathers."
Li Xingwan hadn’t actually twisted her ankle, so when she heard their concerns, she panicked and backed away. "No, no, no, no! It’s not serious at all. You two are worrying too much."
Their concern was making her fearful.
Today, she had deliberately dressed in an elegant and demure long dress that highlighted her slender waist, afraid of revealing too much.
"Haha!" The live broadcast viewers couldn’t hold back their laughter.
"Emperor Zheng, Emperor Bo, can you tone it down a bit?"
"You’ve scared the child."
"Even though she’s not their biological child, what would they be like if she were?"
"Xingwan: They were just short of grabbing my ankles to check for themselves."
At that moment, Wu Qianqing came down from upstairs. She paused when she saw the scene below.
Upon spotting her, Zheng Shaosu said, "I kind of girl."
"You say it as if there’s someone who wouldn’t like her," she responded.
"Haha! Yes, yes, yes, I like her too," Bo Jinkun laughed from the side, making no attempt to hide his affection for Li Xingwan.
It was unmistakable, even through the screen.
"Me too," the Queen of Film, Jiang, chimed in.
"Wow, so does that mean no one needs to vote for Li Xingwan anymore?" the viewers in the live broadcast began to comment.
Originally, this program required the veteran members to evaluate and express how much they liked the newcomers before they left.