Chapter 15

Right now, the livestream screen was flooded with viewers ripping into Yu Wei.

At the same time, three factions surged into existence.

One: the dark-blue-font Bei Lan-Lu Mingshen CP fans.

One: the orange-font Bei Lan-Fang Cheng’an CP fans.

And: the blue-font Bei Lan solo fans.

The three sides were at each other’s throats.

“Shen-Lan CP is real!”

“Cheng-Lan is the real deal!!!!”

“My sis doesn’t need anyone-she’s gorgeous all by herself!!!!!!!”

…

While the internet was still enjoying the spectacle, the police went to the production crew to negotiate.

They claimed the show’s format was illegal, demanded the program end immediately, and required the two of them to be put on file for investigation.

Li Qing was suspected of repeatedly organizing prostitution-related operations.

As for Yu Wei, customs had seized her package. There were drugs inside.

Later, the powerful backers behind the variety show stepped in and produced all sorts of proof to justify the program’s legality.

They had Li Qing and Yu Wei’s arrests set for the day the show ended.

The internet erupted.

Yu Wei didn’t leave.

She was smart enough to know that the moment she left us, her chances of surviving would be anyone’s guess.

So she hid near our shelter, scavenging whatever scraps we didn’t finish each day.

A week ago, she’d still been the shiny, spotless National Daughter.

Now she was twitchy and paranoid, nothing like her old self.

The wooden cabin, already shaky, had collapsed halfway. On the night of the ninth day in the wilderness, Lu Mingshen, Fang Cheng’an, and I could only cram together on the remaining intact side.

But then came the question of how to sleep.

Lu Mingshen and Fang Cheng’an both fought to take the middle.

Neither would budge.

In the end, I made the call: I’d sleep in the middle.

Too bad my sleeping habits are a disaster.

In the middle of the night, half-awake, I rolled over and draped an arm around someone’s waist.

Still foggy, I thought it was my body pillow, so I got bold-patting and feeling around.

My delinquent hand was suddenly pinned.

I snapped awake.

Before I could even react, someone lifted me around the waist and switched places with me.

Lu Mingshen held me from behind and murmured against my ear, “So you like getting handsy with me?”

“…”

I could explain.

That day would go down as the Shen-Lan CP anniversary.

Absolutely, completely unhinged.