The staff member replied, “Yes.”
“It can’t be,” Zhong Yi said. “Did they not write any letters?”
The staff member replied, “No, only you didn’t write.”
“Then why didn’t they vote for me? What’s lacking in me?” Zhong Yi continued, “With this body and this intelligence, what is there to be unsatisfied with?”
The production team remained silent.
In the matter of self-praise, Zhong Yi had never lost.
Seeing that they were all silent, he thought they had implicitly agreed with his words and said, “I want to see who they all voted for.”
The staff member responded, “I’m sorry, but this is the production team’s rule; we can’t disclose the voting situation to the guests.”
Having not received an answer, Zhong Yi could only leave the interview room.
Part of him still couldn’t accept this result.
In the past twenty-one years, wherever he went, he was always surrounded by admirers; whatever he said, there would always be people agreeing with him.
Zhong Yi stood in the yard of the villa, the night breeze carrying a hint of floral fragrance mixed with a damp scent. He looked at the villa, illuminated by warm yellow lights.
Tong Sui and Zhou Siyuan were in the kitchen, seemingly in a lighthearted conversation as they laughed, the scene idyllic and harmonious, leaving no room for impurities.
As Tong Sui and Zhou Siyuan cleaned up after dinner, Zhong Yi suddenly pushed the door open. His tall figure cast a long shadow behind him.
He thought Zhong Yi might say something again, but instead, he walked silently up to the second floor.
Tong Sui frowned, “What’s wrong with him?”
Zhou Siyuan did not look up. While wiping a circular dish with his gloved hands, he passed it to Tong Sui after cleaning off the grease, “Do you want to go check on him? I can finish this alone.”
Tong Sui glanced at the pile of dishes still in the sink, hesitated for a moment, and then soaked the dish in soapy water, “Forget him; it’ll take you a long time to do this by yourself.”
Zhou Siyuan pressed his lips together, a faint smile forming that looked especially charming under the warm light.
The bullet comments flooded in:
— I really love the refined husband vibe of Dr. Zhou! He seems like the type who would do chores well and be easy to deal with!
— What a sweet married life scene this is!
After washing the dishes, Zhou Siyuan placed them into the sterilizer, took a few wet wipes to clean his hands again, and said, “Let’s go, it’s time to rest.”
Tong Sui followed him upstairs.
Zhou Siyuan gently ruffled his hair and spoke softly, “See you tomorrow, good night, little friend Tong Sui.”
Tong Sui responded with a soft “Mm.”
Blushing, he returned to his room. As soon as he opened the door, he heard Sang Cai’s voice, “Why were you down there for so long?”
Tong Sui closed the door behind him, “I was washing dishes.”
Sang Cai turned over, sitting up in bed to look at his slightly flushed face and chuckled, “Was washing dishes so intense it made your face red? You weren’t the only one who came up, were you?”
Tong Sui sat at the edge of his bed, “Yeah, I was with Zhou Siyuan.”
He absentmindedly touched the spot where Zhou Siyuan had ruffled his hair, looking lost in thought.
Sang Cai asked, “What’s wrong, little friend Tong Sui?”
Tong Sui turned to him, surprised, “Did you hear?”
His face grew even redder, and he quickly explained, “Zhou Siyuan is a pediatrician; he just got used to calling me that.”
“Ah, right, right,” Sang Cai smiled teasingly, “Can’t you tell when someone has an interest in you? I’m talking about that kind of possessive look.”
Perhaps Tong Sui couldn’t sense it, but Sang Cai could clearly feel that Zhou Siyuan wasn’t that innocent after all. No one here joined the show with purely friendly intentions.
None of these people were straightforward; Tong Sui’s naive demeanor was like a sweet little cake, looking easy to deceive.
Sang Cai suddenly felt an unspoken sense of responsibility on his shoulders, saying, “Sweetheart, you need to open your eyes and don’t get deceived by these bad guys.”
“I get it, I understand.”
Tong Sui lay down and covered his head with the blanket, “It’s getting late; I’m going to sleep now, bye.”
Sang Cai responded with a “Mm,” and turned off the light for him.
After a long day, Tong Sui quickly fell asleep, breathing evenly without stirring, and slept until the next morning.
When he awoke, Sang Cai was still asleep.
So, Tong Sui quietly rolled out of bed. He still felt a little self-conscious and headed straight to the bathroom to avoid being seen by the cameras right after waking up.
After washing up, he changed into a casual hoodie, a light yellow color that looked soft and well-suited for his fair complexion.
Tong Sui woke up relatively early and found the downstairs empty, a bit eerily quiet.
He yawned.
Then he saw a figure running in from outside, wearing a simple sports T-shirt, clinging to him due to sweat, outlining his toned muscles and narrow waist.
Jiang Ciyuan appeared to have just returned from a morning run; his usually calm face had a slight flush as he quickly walked toward the kitchen and took a glass of water to drink.
Excess water glistened on his well-defined jaw, trickling down, rolling over his slightly prominent Adam’s apple, adding an unexpected edge of seductive allure.
Tong Sui stared for several seconds.
Suddenly, Jiang Ciyuan turned to look at him, his meticulously styled hair now tousled and sticking to his forehead, droplets of sweat still visible on the tips. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Tong Sui moved a few steps closer, staring at his damp hair, “How far did you run? You’re drenched in sweat.”
“I didn’t count, just ran along the coastline for a bit, maybe about ten kilometers,” Jiang Ciyuan brushed his hair back. “I have a tendency to sweat easily.”
Generally, when people sweat a lot, there is often some odor, but Jiang Ciyuan only had a subtle fragrance, not overwhelming, but rather elegant.
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