, the three days and two nights spent here were truly torturous.

　　Every day, I watched as Guyan pretended to get along with everyone on the surface, while behind their backs, she insulted this person for being ugly, cursed that person for talking too much, and mockingly called the staff poor for their whole lives...

　　In these three days, my room had already become a ruin.

　　Qihai, on the other hand, completely overturned my image of her.

　　I saw her playing with cats in the moonlight, and enjoying the breeze in the fields.

　　She would stand up for others and wasn't one to cause trouble for her own convenience.

　　A straightforward and sincere cool girl.

　　All I can say is that you really can't trust what online trolls say.

　　After the recording was over, we said goodbye to the regular guests and prepared to leave with our luggage.

　　Just like when I arrived, Qi Ke carried my luggage and put me in the car.

　　"Thank you," I said.

　　She didn't leave, but leaned her arm on the car door.

　　"Just a verbal thank you?" she asked.

　　I looked at her and blinked my eyes.

　　"How about I treat you to a meal?" She tried to suppress the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up.

　　"No need." "Leave me your phone number then?" She handed me her phone, clearly in an irresistible posture.

　　I found it amusing and took her phone, entering my phone number.

　　"WeChat as well," I said.

　　She put on her sunglasses.

　　"Okay, I'll add you when I get back." Watching her unrestrained figure, I felt a bit absent-minded.

　　At the entrance of the village, I got off the production team's car and was picked up by my family's bodyguards.

　　"Miss, where to now?" "To the company." When I came to participate in this variety show, I made a bet with my dad.

　　If the entertainment industry is as simple as I thought, he would leave me alone and let me pursue my dreams in the entertainment industry.

　　Otherwise, I would have to go back to the company and take over its affairs.

　　Now it seems like he has won.

　　...

　　I forgot about the variety show quickly and my schedule was packed.

　　I acted as my dad's secretary, accompanying him on business trips, learning to manage the company, learning about human relationships and social etiquette, and my mind was seriously overloaded.

　　But as soon as I settled down in the hotel, Qi Ke sent me a message.

　　"How are you?" it read.

　　It was a bit inexplicable.

　　I honestly replied, "I'm fine." There was silence on the other end for a moment before she replied, "That's good, then." I sat up in bed.

　　The more I read her messages, the more something felt off.

　　Just as I was pondering, my assistant sent me several messages: "Xiao Fan, you're trending on Weibo!"