Chapter 45: This View on Love Shatters All Preconceptions!

“Unclogging the pipes somehow ended up in bed, hiding in the wardrobe was someone I’d never seen before, and on the day of the proposal, I thought you’d prepared all kinds of surprises for me to discover, but instead I found the third party under the bed.”

“The 'I miss you' in the chat app, and then the next moment kissing a woman brought out from a massage parlor; after exchanging goodnights, running into each other again at a bar.”

“A married man professes love to a barely eighteen-year-old girl outside, feeling not a trace of warmth at home, while the wife at home is still thinking about how to prepare the most delicious meal for the family in the most frugal way.”

“The game couple is an online stranger never met in real life, while the real-life lover keeps getting criticized, called useless for not working and just playing games.”

“This, as far as I know, is what love is.”

Everyone present was dumbfounded. What was up with Lin Yu’s bizarre train of thought? The more they listened, the more it sounded like he was pouring out his heart!

Honestly, what had he been through?

Could it be that Lin Yu wasn’t even from the same parallel universe as them? His speech was simply outrageous…

The live chat was filled with question marks, and every fan base expressed utter confusion.

“Damn, what’s up with you, Dog Yu?”

“Blunt as it is, it’s very real! The things Dog Yu mentioned are classic examples of how money corrupts people, right?”

“Ah~ so this is love~”

“I thought adding rap to a love theme song was wild enough, but Dog Yu’s comments are even more absurd!!”

“I’m just saying, is it possible that everything he just said came from his own experience?”

“I swear, watching this variety show has left me emotionally scarred. I’m never falling in love again! Boohoo!”

“Dude, you’re posting love confession videos every day—are you the King of Catfishing upstairs?”

“My worldview is shattered, who can even relate to this?!”

“……”

Ji Ya was especially speechless. She reached out to pinch Lin Yu’s waist, gritting her teeth.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just talking nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.”

She dragged Lin Yu off to a corner, glaring at him in exasperation.

“Alright, alright, boss, I was wrong!” Lin Yu sat down obediently, not daring to make a sound, muttering to himself that it was best not to provoke women. Qiu Shishang withdrew his gaze, smiling at everyone present: “Alright, let’s get back to talking about the song.”

“The birth of a song—writing lyrics and composing music—can be done by different people.”

“For the performance, everyone will sing together. During production, we’ll divide up the tasks.”

“So, who’s doing lyrics and who’s composing?”

The room fell silent until Bai Yichu raised his hand: “I can try composing.”

Si Shaozhe immediately raised his hand too, full of confidence: “As for lyrics, that’s obviously my job.”

The prince of love songs, Wang Fei, sitting next to him, also decided to join in on the lyrics. He was the one who understood love songs the most and sang them the most among the group.

Ji Ya saw everyone had volunteered, except Lin Yu who sat there dazed. She glared at him: “Aren’t you going to say something? You’re the original songwriter.”

“Dignity” and “Love Song,” after investigation, indeed had no similar songs in the existing database. It was certain that if his original talent was showcased, he would be the highlight of the entire program.

Lin Yu thought for a moment. He was indeed talented, but if displaying his talent meant being attached to someone like Si Shaozhe, he’d have to bear a great deal of pressure, and he was very averse to that.

Si Shaozhe, so arrogant and overconfident, whoever worked with him would be treated like a servant.

Lin Yu wasn’t stupid. He turned to Qiu Shishang and said, “I’ll do the composing.”

…

The matter was settled just like that. Outside, the temperature suddenly dropped, and a sunshower fell briefly, but it soon cleared, leaving the air filled with the scent of fresh grass.

All the guests left the villa to enjoy the fresh air, marveling at how much better it was in the countryside. The city’s bustle and fireworks might be lively, but the tranquility and peace of the countryside were rare treasures.

Everyone went off to keep busy, except Lin Yu, who quietly returned to his room on the second floor, closed the window, and prepared to enjoy some temporary peace and rest.

Ji Ya messaged Lin Yu to check if he would go out, frowning when he refused. Though the activity was over, she still wanted to go fishing for some romance cards. On this show, romance cards were the currency for food, clothing, and shelter. As a capitalist, she would earn as many as possible.

Without Lin Yu’s guidance, she, as a woman, didn’t know what else to do and simply chose to rest in her room.

Si Shaozhe’s back was getting worse. At first, he could still walk with help, but now, without anyone to support him, he was practically crippled. His manager had to step in and, with the staff, help him upstairs to rest.

They called the medical team again, and this time, he wasn’t faking. The nurse said his back wasn’t too bad initially, but after being pulled and twisted, the injury had gotten much worse.

When Lin Yu woke up from his nap, he heard the artists downstairs chatting and laughing, clearly having finished their day’s work and returned. It was obvious that Lin Yun Yue was the most exhausted; she collapsed on the sofa as soon as she got back, giving up on any struggle.

This time, before Bai Yichu’s group went out, they bought mosquito repellent from the production team, so for once, they didn’t return covered in bites.

After a short rest, everyone started cooking.

Lin Yu stood at the window for a while until Ji Ya came over and patted him on the shoulder, startling him. “Boss, do you want to go outside for a walk?”

Ji Ya raised her hand to refuse, “I just woke up and you want me to go out? It’s all damp outside, no way.”

The sudden coquettish tone of the usually cool goddess, paired with her sleepy voice, was unexpectedly sweet.

Lin Yu looked at her with mock disdain: “Already giving up? Boss, you’re too soft!”

She glared at him with her big eyes, and he quickly changed his tune: “Didn’t you say a performer’s figure is very important? Look, you’ve gained weight—you should diet, eat less, move more.”

Everyone present couldn’t help but burst out laughing. This guy really had guts, daring to call a woman fat—his own boss, no less. Did he not fear getting fired tomorrow as soon as he set foot in the door?

Ji Ya felt the urge to roll her eyes. Truth be told, her fists were clenched, but she couldn’t risk her image by losing her temper on camera. She made a mental note to teach him a lesson during the next break in filming.

Lin Yu grabbed her hand and ran out of the villa district. The other guests looked at their sweet interaction with envy.

“Where exactly are you taking me?”

Lin Yu didn’t answer, simply continued forward on his own. Suddenly, his pace quickened to a jog.

Ji Ya was exasperated, wanting to curse but holding back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the camera woman panting as she followed them, and couldn’t help but remind Lin Yu.