He Anrou wanted to interact with Shen Hemin more.

　　It's just that this person had strangely good luck and didn't get a turn in the several major adventures.

　　It wasn't until the final adventure, which randomly projected the chat records between a guest and their recent opposite-sex partner.

　　"Well, this really puts me in a difficult spot." He Anrou smiled and spoke, secretly stealing a glance at Shen Hemin.

　　A shy blush unconsciously appeared on her face.

　　"Huh huh huh! Could it be that Rou Rou's latest chat is with the prince?!" "Ah ah ah, I knew it, hehe, the CP is real!" However, Shen Hemin kept his head down and played with his phone the whole time, his slender fingers frantically poking the screen.

　　All the guests had their phones in hand.

　　They were just waiting for a random selection of which guest would be projected on the big screen behind them.

　　But unexpectedly, a certain chat box appeared on the newly opened big screen.

　　There was already a newly sent message on it.

　　But there were more deleted messages.

　　"When you and Lin Cheng make eye contact once, it's heart-pounding, but when we exchange glances so many times, it's a secret love between our eyes?" Sent, then deleted.

　　"You still call him Cheng Cheng? You haven't even called me Ming Ming yet!" Sent, then deleted.

　　In the end, only two messages were left.

　　"You repeatedly challenge my bottom line, and I repeatedly lower my bottom line!" "Yu Zhi, I warn you—I command you to throw me a seductive gaze right now!" And besides that, what caught attention even more was the nickname of the chat recipient at the top—A Zhizhi.

　　When I saw this nickname, I couldn't help but pause.

　　Shen Hemin and I were only contractually married in name, and I had no right to look at his phone, so naturally, I didn't know what nickname Shen Hemin had given me.

　　But I always thought it would be something like "Great Demon King" or "Shameless." After all, Shen Hemin used to call me that all the time.

　　When I bullied him and made him cry when we were young, he would angrily call me the "most annoying Great Demon King."

　　As I grew older, whenever I approached Shen Heming, he would always distance himself from me and angrily curse me for being shameless, saying that all I wanted was to ride on his popularity.

　　Meanwhile, the barrage of comments said, "I'm crying, this person even manually pinned Yu Zhi as the first contact on his phone!" "Ah ah ah, this is too pure love! Pure love is so beautiful!!" "No, am I the only one curious about who the owner of the phone is?" As soon as this comment appeared, it was like pressing the pause button as almost all the barrage comments stopped scrolling.

　　It was obvious who the owner of the screen-mirrored phone was.

　　The guests present remained silent for a few seconds, their gazes unanimously directed towards the Crown Prince who was sitting in the corner, still engrossed in poking his phone.

　　However, someone remained clueless.

　　Because he pondered for a moment, then opened another interface.

　　A line of text appeared in the search bar— "How to successfully become a likable little puppy?" I gasped and instinctively wanted to stop him.

　　But I was silenced and restrained from all actions by the person sitting next to me, Zhong Qing.

　　There were still people in the barrage who refused to believe that it was Shen Heming's mirrored phone.

　　"What a joke! Our brother hates Yu Zhi the most!" "Yeah, the Crown Prince even publicly warned Yu Zhi not to have any ideas about him!" "No, the problem now is not that Yu Zhi has any ideas about the Crown Prince, but—" But no one dared to continue.

　　It wasn't until everyone's eyes were fixated on him that the Crown Prince, with a fierce and evil look on his face, put down his phone and pondered for a few seconds.

　　Then he decisively lowered his head and typed rapidly: "Never mind, you can't do it, this job is more suitable for me." "Don't get me wrong, this is what the program team requested." And the next second, Shen Heming put down his phone and looked at me.

　　His gaze was firm, almost like someone pledging allegiance, and his twitching eyes resembled someone with Parkinson's disease.

　　But this time, no one misunderstood that Shen Heming was mad at me.

　　So, on the large screen, that colorful barrage of comments broke through again— "I knew it, the cult CP I adore is real!!"