“Indeed, not many,” Evan said. “Then add me as one.”
[Don’t get too attached, kid.]
[As a sponsor, I support you on this issue; the wife is always right!]
[I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to laugh myself to death. It’s still you, sponsor, who is insightful. Adding you would make three, so it’s not a problem.]
[See, I told you, even if the wife has a breakdown, they’ll figure it out themselves.]
[Four isn’t too many, so just add me as well.]
Was he hearing things?
Yan Chuan looked up at Evan in confusion, catching a glimpse of his familiar handsome face and the slight frown on his brow, doubting whether he had misheard.
Evan had just said that three people wasn’t many, so was he implying that he wanted to add himself to the list?
The living room was brightly lit, illuminating all of Evan’s subtle expressions clearly.
The tall man had furrowed brows, his gaze heavy, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, his handsome and sharp face taut, clearly showing an annoyed expression.
Even the look in his eyes was filled with dissatisfaction.
But Evan still wore this accusatory expression as he stated, “Add me.”
Yan Chuan was slightly bewildered by Evan’s words.
He could only widen his eyes slightly, revealing a perplexed expression, and murmured, “Why?”
If Evan joined, that meant he would have to play a couple with not just one or two but four men.
Four in total!
In the previous script, he had never encountered a scenario where four men appeared together; now, in this script, he had to act out a couple on a live broadcast with four men.
He recalled the live videos his agent had shown him, where all the couple performers had done an excellent job, even exchanging good morning and good night kisses.
Yan Chuan thought about it; that meant he had to kiss four men before bed.
Wasn’t there just not enough time to manage all that?
Moreover, it seemed he hadn’t explained to Kyle and the others why so many people were joining him.
When the time came, Yan Chuan would definitely be questioned and would have to explain himself one by one to them about teaming up with so many.
Everything would be recorded in the live broadcast, and soon, all viewers would know that he was a little trickster who led others on.
There was also one man who wasn’t even a host.
Yan Chuan felt his ears heat up, not wanting to face the scenario of live dating with four men. He could only mutter in a small voice, “But you aren’t a host. You don’t even have any experience with live broadcasts…”
Although Evan had technically appeared in his broadcast before, in the roles of “sponsor” and “ill-intentioned boss.”
Feeling guilty, Yan Chuan blinked.
“I’ll fund the group,” Evan calmly proposed a solution. “I guarantee that the big screens around the group will play our live broadcast all day.”
“Viewership and popularity are not problems.”
Did all the colleagues in the company not know that he secretly worked as a cross-dressing host?
Yan Chuan was momentarily speechless, still reluctant to give up on persuading Evan.
“Then what about your work…” He thought for a moment and changed the subject: “The live broadcast lasts a month; don’t you have no time…?”
Yan Chuan felt that this reason was solid.
Evan wasn’t just busy; he was extremely busy. He found it incredible that Evan could carve out time to see him daily, and now he wanted to join him in a month-long dating event.
Shouldn’t he care about the company’s affairs a little?
“Are you concerned about the group at home, baby?” Evan’s words seemed to uncover the evidence of his care for him, the corners of his mouth curling up. “I have an assistant, and I can do remote meetings; how can I not find time in a month?”
He just called him baby.
Yan Chuan was slightly distracted by Evan’s familiar use of “baby,” as Evan loved to call him that when his perverse interests arose.
It was sticky and distasteful, as if they had some untold intimacy, wishing they could stick together for life.
Normally such a cold and assertive person, he would lean on Yan Chuan’s lap. The warmth of his lips brushed against his skin, bringing a strange, secretive sensation.
Yan Chuan couldn’t stand it when Evan spoke like that.
His earlobes turned red, hesitatingly uttering, “But…”
But nothing came out.
[Wife, you…]
[So my wife is really a little liar. Why doesn’t he come and deceive me? That makes me sadder.]
[My poor wife turned off the video and forgot to mute; is he trying to let me know he’s a little trickster and then retreat? But I won’t give up!]
[Sponsor, you’re really into it, but next time, don’t scare the wife, okay? Efficiency in showing up is really terrifying.]
The pretty little host tried to use excuses like “not being a host” and “busy with work” to dismiss the idea of joining a dating live show with his hidden identity revealed to his boss, but was countered at every turn.
Before, he felt guilty; now, he was at a loss for words. His long lashes fluttered, casting a little shadow on his fair cheeks, and even the way he pressed his lips together looked uncomfortable.
The beautiful little host seemed to have given up on his disguise, looking down at the ground, inspecting the hem of his slightly wrinkled skirt, refusing to look at the man’s face in front of him.
But the man before him kept pressing him.
“I answered your question,” Evan’s voice gave nothing away, his gaze intensely fixed on Yan Chuan’s beautiful, pale face. “Now can you tell me why you’ve been hiding this from me?”
What Evan meant was why he had concealed being a little host.
His tone was flat, lacking inflection; Yan Chuan could tell he was quite angry.
His heart sank suddenly.
After all that Evan had said since entering, directly stating that he would also participate in the event, regardless of how many were already involved, and then just casually saying, “Add me.”