Chapter 65: Who Would Have Thought, Hidden So Deeply!

Looking at those broad shoulders, the aura of masculinity enveloped Ji Ya completely, making her feel utterly at ease entrusting herself to Lin Yu. The soft fragrance of a woman pressed against his back, and for a moment, Lin Yu was stunned by the sensation.

Wait, the boss is actually this well-endowed? Perhaps she should take a lesson from the generous, voluptuous girl with glasses—otherwise, wouldn’t such assets be wasted? If he could just hold this softness in his palm, it would surely be the ultimate pleasure! Like resting your hand outside the car window while driving, feeling the wind whip past—a sensation of utter freedom and exhilaration! This feeling must be at least an eight-level gale!

Lin Yu’s ears heated involuntarily, and mischievous thoughts were forcibly suppressed. The most important thing now was to get his boss to safety.

“Boss, am I fast or what?”

The words had barely left his lips before he regretted them. How could a man ask a woman such a question!

“What the—what’s their relationship? Why does Miss Ji seem so comfortable climbing onto his back? Are they a couple?”

“Damn! That lecherous guy actually gave Dog Yu the chance to carry Miss Ji! I want to carry the goddess too!”

“Dog Yu is so handsome! He’s brimming with boyfriend energy!”

“Seriously? The staff aren’t even handling an accident like this? So irresponsible!”

“This is unbelievable. Chasing stars is one thing, but at a time like this, still chasing and blocking Miss Ji’s view? Give her a break!”

“Dog Yu really is fast! I’m only talking about his speed, don’t get me wrong!”

“That stamina—wow, I’m in love! But I wonder about his endurance… Brother, are you free? Want to hit the gym or go swimming together?”

…

Lin Yu carried Ji Ya for several kilometers before finally shaking off the troublesome crowd behind them. His back was drenched and his forehead beaded with sweat.

“Boss, maybe eat a little less next time. I’m about to collapse!”

Ji Ya barely resisted the urge to slap him. After making sure they were safe, she realized they had ended up somewhere rather secluded.

“Boss, don’t worry. I’ve already found a buyer. Do you happen to like sixty-year-old grandpas from mountain villages?”

Realizing he was teasing her, Ji Ya shot him a glare that could kill—a silent, contract-terminating warning.

Lin Yu immediately caved, apologizing profusely in a flurry of words she barely caught, then, without missing a beat, took her hand and led her toward the main road.

“Boss, the day isn’t over yet. Let’s find somewhere else to have some fun.”

He pointed toward a distant area, where a massive building stood with a sign reading “Courthouse” above the entrance. A placard at the door announced: [Public Hearing—XX Divorce Case in Progress].

Humans are as curious as cats, always wanting to investigate anything intriguing. Yet, as the owner of a reputable talent agency, taking her star to watch a couple’s messy divorce trial—if that ever got out, wouldn’t it be the ultimate joke?

“This is hilarious—are they hinting at getting together?”

“They were just all sweet and romantic, and now they’re off to watch a divorce case? Dog Yu really understands love!”

“To be honest, divorce hearings are way more dramatic than criminal cases. If there’s a public divorce case in your local court, you’ve got to see it—real life, all on display!”

“Wait, is the person above a court spokesperson? That’s some top-tier advertising!”

“@Lawyer: Are there any wealthy divorcees? I’m eighteen, an athlete, and my stamina’s top-notch! Please introduce me!”

…

There are two types of court cases: public and private. Public hearings generally don’t involve sensitive information, while private ones do. Divorce cases, though, are often battlegrounds—two people who once loved each other now airing grievances and secrets in open court.

If you stumble on a particularly outrageous case, it can be more riveting than any film.

The final stop on a date is usually dinner, shopping, or a movie—but here, the movie is free, so of course Lin Yu wasn’t going to miss it.

When the two of them entered the courthouse hand in hand, staff quickly cleared things with the internal personnel, and soon, everything was arranged for them to sit in on the hearing.

Lin Yu chose a seat right at the front—after all, it’s much more exciting to watch a drama up close!

…

Inside the Love Villa, Lin Jia was maintaining order, directing the group into a small game. The six were divided into two groups—either two women and one man, or two men and one woman.

“Whisper Down the Lane!”

“The rules are simple. Each group puts on headphones playing music. The show’s staff gives the first person a phrase to pass along. They must use any body language to express the message—talking is allowed, but they can’t use any words directly from the phrase, or they lose.”

“Also, those not playing must not give any hints. Anyone who disrupts the rules is eliminated.”

“The game is best two out of three rounds. The winning group gets fifty Love Cards.”

Three per group—two put on headphones and sit in a row. The staff displays the message to the first person. The first leader is the Prince of Love Songs, Wang Fei, whose face contorts in confusion and resistance at what’s written on the board.

What the heck is this?

The phrase is from a scene in “The Story of Niugulu Huan”: The empress, her face a mask of pain, says helplessly to the emperor, “I can’t do it, Your Majesty.”

Wang Fei’s entire expression collapsed.

Is there any chance at all? He’s a man—a love song idol and a top-tier celebrity. To make a twisted, agonized face and cry out that phrase on camera—wouldn’t his female fans abandon him immediately?

He pointed at himself in despair, and after exchanging helpless glances with the staff, accepted the inhuman challenge.

He turned to Bai Yichu behind him, hesitated for a long time, and waged an inner battle—did he really have to make that pained, contorted face in front of his crush?

This would be social suicide!

Bai Yichu met his gaze coolly and took off her headphones.

What? Stunned? Get on with it!

Wang Fei scratched his head. After all, he was a singer, not an actor. He steeled himself and made a ridiculous face.

At the back, Si Shaozhe burst out laughing at Wang Fei’s contorted expression.

What even was this? His features twisted together, hands splayed near his ears, tongue out, eyebrows waggling, looking like he was about to cry. He babbled “A-ba, a-ba” for ages, but not a single tear appeared.

If this aired, the Prince of Love Songs might be forever rebranded as a clown!

With acting like this, even a three-year-old playing pretend would turn up their nose!