Chapter 351: The Thirtieth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 351: The Thirtieth Day in the Entertainment Industry World

#An Yi and Yu Ziyun Successfully Paired# #Love Relativity Two Couples Paired# #First Gay Couple on an Entertainment Industry Dating Show# — these hashtags shot to the top of the trending list at rocket speed, with the word "EXPLOSIVE" following them in blazing red.

The public opinion exploded once again. Blessings, doubts, shock, memes, and analytical posts emerged in endless succession, pushing the show's popularity to its peak.

Regardless of how the outside world viewed it, at least at this moment, under the rules of the show, An Yi and Yu Ziyun had become one of the successfully paired guests.

Comment section:

"Queen stays winning!"

"Called it, honestly. The female lead really grew in the later episodes—she got so much more decisive."

"Her final speech about thanking the show for letting more people see her and focusing on her career—so grounded! Love that! Who needs men anyway!"

"That works too. Better to depend on yourself than on some guy."

"And she and An Yi are friends now?"

"Is this book actually the author's reflection? Why date when you can build a career?"

"What's she reflecting on? Don't make excuses for her, alright? Fine."

"Why is Da Bing still haunting me."

"..."

The show's recording officially wrapped up.

The guests packed their belongings one by one and left the villa.

An Yi didn't have much, so he packed up quickly.

When he walked out of the villa's main gate, a black sedan was already waiting at the curb.

The driver's window rolled down, revealing Deng Yingrui's nervous face, desperately trying to muster a fawning smile.

"Boss, this way." Deng Yingrui quickly got out of the car, intending to help with the luggage, but his gaze involuntarily darted toward the figure standing beside An Yi—an impossible-to-ignore presence: Yu Ziyun.

Yu Ziyun naturally carried An Yi's suitcase for him, the two standing side by side, clearly close.

When Deng Yingrui saw Yu Ziyun, his expression instantly became extremely complicated—a mixture of disbelief, a faint trace of sympathy, and mostly that "what a warrior, I salute you" kind of awe.

He'd personally been on the receiving end of An Yi's inhuman tactics. In his mind, An Yi had long been synonymous with "the great demon king of the mortal world" and "an indescribable terror."

This supposedly classy, tough-as-nails Lawyer Yu actually dared to go after this devil?

And he actually pulled it off? Dude's got no fear!

Deng Yingrui silently lit a virtual candle for Yu Ziyun in his heart, while also feeling a strange sense of admiration—a true madman, a genuine daredevil!

An Yi's gaze swept lightly over Deng Yingrui. The look was calm and unreadable, but it instantly sent a chill down Deng Yingrui's spine, scattering all his chaotic thoughts. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

He immediately hunched his neck, lowered his head, wishing he could make himself as invisible as a nonexistent quail. He respectfully opened the rear door, his voice shaking: "P-please, get in..."

Yu Ziyun silently chuckled. An Yi threatening people was adorable.

Yu Ziyun placed An Yi's luggage in the trunk, then turned to face An Yi.

He didn't let go immediately. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, looking into An Yi's eyes—still clear and calm in the sunlight.

Other guests were still coming and going in the distance, and there seemed to be crew cameras lurking nearby, but he acted as if none of it existed.

"An Yi..." he said, his voice lower than usual, carrying a barely perceptible tension and anticipation. His sharp eyes locked onto An Yi. "The show's over."

He paused, as if summoning the courage to ask the question that had been burning in his mind ever since An Yi made his choice: "Did you choose me... for real, or just for show?"

He stared without blinking, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in An Yi's expression.

"Do you want to... date me?" He said the last few words very softly.

An Yi tilted his head up slightly to look at him.

Sunlight fell across his breathtaking features, casting a soft, warm golden glow over him, but the look in his eyes remained inscrutable.

Then, An Yi suddenly let out a soft laugh—light, with an indescribable undertone.

Under Yu Ziyun's breathless gaze, he rose onto his tiptoes, raised his arm, and placed a feather-light kiss on Yu Ziyun's chiseled cheek.

The soft, slightly cool sensation was like a feather brushing past, yet it ignited a flame on Yu Ziyun's cheek.

An Yi stepped back a step, still wearing that gentle, flawless smile. Looking at Yu Ziyun, momentarily stunned, his pupils slightly dilated, he said in a calm tone:

"I'm serious."

With that, he didn't bother to check Yu Ziyun's reaction. He turned and got into the car through the door Deng Yingrui had opened.

"Thud." The door shut.

The black sedan slowly pulled away and drove off from the villa area.

Yu Ziyun stood frozen in place, as if spellbound.

The fleeting, cool, soft sensation on his cheek still seemed to burn.

An Yi's "I'm serious" was like the purest spring water, instantly quenching the parched uncertainty in his heart, and then making flowers bloom everywhere.

He felt his heart racing like crazy, his ears burning. A tingling sensation—a mix of immense joy, satisfaction, and disbelief—spread from the kissed cheek through his entire body.

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching the spot where he had been kissed. It still seemed to carry An Yi's scent.

An Yi... An Yi actually kissed him.

He said it was real.

The corners of Yu Ziyun's mouth uncontrollably curved upward, the smile growing wider and wider until it nearly stretched from ear to ear.

All his composure and restraint went out the window in that moment.

It took him a while to calm down from that dizzying euphoria. He took a few deep breaths, trying to look normal again.

However, when he turned around to go to his own car, his gaze landed on another figure standing at the villa entrance not far away.

It was Miao Bin.

He stood there, his face ashen, his eyes fixed intently on Yu Ziyun—or rather, on the infuriatingly joyful smile that still hadn't fully faded from Yu Ziyun's face, and... the spot on his cheek where An Yi had just kissed him.

Clearly, he had seen all of it.

Miao Bin's fists were clenched tight, veins faintly visible on the backs of his hands, his chest rising and falling slightly, his whole vibe screaming suppressed anger and defeat.

His usually sunny face was now clouded over, and the look he shot Yu Ziyun was full of bitter resentment and grudging fury.

Yu Ziyun met his gaze, the smile on his face fading a bit as he settled back into his usual cool, but the smug, well-fed calm of a winner in his eyes stung Miao Bin.

However, Yu Ziyun didn't provoke or show off with words like he had in previous episodes.

He just gave Miao Bin a cool glance, then looked off, as if the other man were nothing more than an irrelevant stranger.

Pointless.

Just a loser.