“Well…”

Chen Die felt inexplicably guilty. She pursed her lips and looked at Wen Liang very sincerely, “My flight was delayed, and then I ran into him at the waiting hall. We chatted a bit and added each other as friends.”

Wen Liang looked at her with a half-smile, “And after adding each other, you said goodnight to each other?”

“We didn’t really say goodnight to each other. I didn’t say anything to him…” Chen Die blinked and decided to take back the initiative. “What’s wrong with someone saying goodnight to me? You, as my boyfriend, have never even said goodnight to me.”

Wen Liang suddenly remembered two nights ago when he had said goodnight to Chen Die who was already asleep on the video call.

But he couldn’t be bothered to explain, and directly let out a cold snort, “Getting bold, aren’t you?”

“…”

Chen Die felt uncomfortable being pinned down by him. This was still a room provided by the production team, and although she had turned off all the cameras before going to bed, she still felt very awkward, as if they were exposed to everyone’s view.

“Get off me first.” Chen Die pushed him.

Wen Liang didn’t budge. He raised his hand, restrained her wrists, and pressed them onto the bedcover. His eyes were dark, and the slightly overgrown bangs on his forehead hung down.

Chen Die dazedly thought that ever since she mentioned that Wen Liang’s hair felt more comfortable to touch when it was longer, he no longer cut it as short as before when he went for a haircut.

Although it still wasn’t long now, it wasn’t as prickly to touch as before.

“Tell me,” Wen Liang’s other hand clamped around her neck, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Who am I?”

Chen Die looked confused, “Wen Liang, of course.”

“Who am I to you?”

“…” Being asked like this, Chen Die felt too embarrassed to say it.

Wen Liang squeezed her neck, urging, “Hurry up.”

“Boyfriend,” Chen Die said.

Wen Liang nodded toward the phone on the side, “And him?”

“He’s not.” Chen Die started to find his current behavior quite adorable and laughed, “I’ve explained to you so many times already. He’s just a neighbor’s brother from before.”

Wen Liang’s face remained stern, unsatisfied with this answer, “Say it again.”

Chen Die was taken aback, then suddenly had a realization.

“Former neigh-bor.”

She omitted the word “brother.”

Wen Liang snickered, giving her a contemptuous look, and finally removed his hand from her neck.

So it was because of those two words.

Does this man have some kind of strange obsession that no one knows about…

Wen Liang got off her and sat on the edge of the bed. Chen Die immediately sat up too, smoothing her hair, afraid that this madman might suddenly act up and pin her down again.

Chen Die observed his expression for a while from the side. He indeed seemed quite unhappy.

Putting herself in his shoes, if another woman sent Wen Liang a “goodnight” message late at night, she might feel jealous too. Thinking about it this way, she might have been somewhat in the wrong.

Out of consideration for honesty in a relationship, Chen Die moved closer to him, sitting next to him, and asked softly, “Do you want to see our chat history?”

Wen Liang turned his head to glance at her, “No need.”

“…”

Fine.

Chen Die wanted to comfort him but didn’t know what to talk about in this awkward atmosphere, so she directly switched the subject and object of the question, “Then can I see your chat history?”

“Think I’m like you?”

This man’s words became unpleasant when he was angry.

Making it seem like she had done something to wrong him.

After being rebuffed repeatedly, Chen Die couldn’t be bothered to comfort him anymore. Wen Liang had already taken out his phone and tossed it to her, nearly dropping it. Chen Die caught it with some difficulty.

She opened it, “What’s the password?”

“2395,” Wen Liang said very frankly.

Chen Die paused and looked up.

Her password was 9523, meaning Wen Liang Chen Die.

And his password was 2395, naturally meaning Chen Die Wen Liang.

She entered the password successfully and couldn’t help but smile, “When did you change it?”

“It’s been a while.”

Chen Die, spoiled by his favor, handled it very skillfully, smiling, “Then I’ll add my fingerprint too.”

Wen Liang let her fiddle with his phone.

She added the fingerprint of her right thumb to Wen Liang’s phone, then looked at his wallpaper, which was the most basic default image that came with the phone.

Chen Die blinked at him, “Can I change your wallpaper?”

“Whatever.”

Chen Die had saved many beautiful photos of herself in her album, including self-taken photos, stills from dramas, and various photos taken by fans.

She selected about ten of them and sent them all to Wen Liang, then used his phone to save each of those photos into his album.

She showed them all to him, “Which one do you like?”

Wen Liang, still in his unhappy mood, couldn’t be bothered to look, “I don’t like any of them.”

“Tsk.”

Chen Die snorted, ignoring him, and based on her taste, picked an airport photo taken by a fan. She had always liked that photo.

She set it as both the main screen and lock screen wallpaper.

Then she opened his WeChat.

Chen Die had a habit of deleting chat dialogues regularly, with only a few people’s chat boxes that she wouldn’t delete, but Wen Liang didn’t have this habit. Scrolling down, there was a long list.

The ones at the top were all company group chats and conversations with assistants and business partners.

At first glance, the last reply messages in several chat boxes were all “Received,” “OK,” or report-type content.

Thinking about it, Wen Liang indeed didn’t seem to have very close friends.

His personality wasn’t suitable for making friends, and he didn’t seem to need friends either. Those he occasionally met were all young gentlemen from wealthy families, but they were all quite wary of him, and even those who actively sought to know him usually had other motives.

Chen Die paused and asked, “What about those female companions of yours before?”

“Never added them.”

Chen Die snorted, pushing her luck, “I guess if you had added them all, your WeChat would be full of friends.”

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, pinching her face, “That doesn’t explain your little issue. Now you’re trying to put a dirty hat on me?”

“…”

She was quite clear about Wen Liang’s previous female companions. It was nothing more than occasionally bringing someone to large formal dinners, but it stopped at that. Wen Liang seemed to naturally have little interest in women.

After their relationship changed following the college entrance exam, Wen Liang asked her if she wanted him to accompany her, but Chen Die, afraid of running into the Chen family, refused.

But why did this person have to be angry for so long?

It was just a “goodnight.”

If someone else wanted to send it, was that something she could control?!

Chen Die sighed inwardly. I’ll comfort you one last time!

She moved closer to Wen Liang again, her thigh touching his, extending her index finger to hook his pinky, softening her voice, “I was wrong. Don’t be angry anymore.”

Wen Liang didn’t respond.

Chen Die leaned over, and because Wen Liang wouldn’t turn his face toward her, she had to lift her chin to kiss his ear, continuing to act coquettishly, “Wen Liang Gege.”

Wen Liang’s entire body stiffened, his temples throbbing a couple of times.

Chen Die kissed his cheek again, but when she retreated, he still had no expression.

Fine.

Fine.

After all that comforting, he still wouldn’t give face. She was too lazy to serve him anymore!

Chen Die stood up quickly and walked toward the door, saying as she walked, “Think whatever you want. I’m going to sleep now, you can leave.”

Before she could reach the door and open it, Wen Liang took a few quick steps, bent down, and with his arm supporting the back of her knees, lifted her directly.

Chen Die was caught off guard, let out a sharp cry, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, “What are you doing!”

“Shh,” Wen Liang glanced at her, walking toward the bed, throwing Chen Die onto it, and then placing his arms on both sides of her, “Shout a bit louder and you’ll attract others.”

“?”

Chen Die was confused by his actions, eyes wide open, looking at Wen Liang’s face which was so close, she lowered her voice, “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping with you.”

“???”

As he said this, he began to undress.

Slowly and methodically, unbuttoned his shirt.

Chen Die was truly stunned by him. How could there be such a shameless person?

After undoing a few buttons, he seemed to find it troublesome, lifted the covers, and hugged Chen Die as they tumbled in.

Wen Liang lifted her chin, as if venting his anger, biting her lips and licking them. Only when he sensed her resistance did he prop himself up again.

The dark color in his eyes gradually faded, no longer bearing down on her so heavily.

After looking at her for a while, Wen Liang raised his hand, wiped away the moisture on her lips, and slowly exhaled, “If I leave now, people will see me.”

“…”

Oh.

“By then, everyone will think we did something.”

“…”

A man’s words, a liar’s ghost.

“Be good, I’ll leave early tomorrow without being seen.” Wen Liang lowered his head again, and kissed her nose, “Just lie down, I won’t touch you.”

“…”

Chen Die didn’t know why, but hearing him talk like this reminded her of classic scumbag quotes she’d seen online.

But she just couldn’t resist when Wen Liang spoke to her so gently. She pursed her lips, pushed him away, and moved to the corner of the bed, acquiescing, “Then go take a shower first.”

“I’m not showering.”

The shirt Wen Liang was wearing had several buttons undone, with only two in the middle still fastened. He couldn’t be bothered to undo them one by one, so he grabbed the hem, crossed his arms, and pulled it off from bottom to top.

Chen Die: “…”

What the fuck…???

Is this what you meant by “just lie down”???

He very casually threw his clothes on the floor, and opened his arms to Chen Die, “Let me hold you for a while.”

Chen Die curled up in his embrace, not daring to move at all. She could smell just a hint of shower gel left on him after a day of travel, mixed with his usual tobacco scent.

She buried her face against his chest, took a deep breath, and tried to relax as much as possible.

Coming to record a show properly, and then sleeping in the same bed with her boyfriend at night like they were having an affair—what was this all about?

And this boyfriend was even an investor in this show.

From above her head, Wen Liang spoke, his voice a bit hoarse, “What did you practice in the gym yesterday morning?”

Chen Die thought for a moment and said according to what the trainer had taught her, “Squats, plank push-ups, dumbbell bench press, and I think barbell bench press.”

Wen Liang paused.

Hearing these fitness terms, he knew exactly what Chen Die was training, and he laughed hoarsely.

After laughing for a while, he put his hand under the covers, “Let me feel if there’s any effect.”

“…”

What. The. Fuck.

Wen Liang was used to being shameless, and Chen Die immediately shrank back, but as she was already occupying only a small half of the space, she nearly fell off the bed when she retreated, only to be pulled back by Wen Liang.

Ten minutes later.

With a thud, Wen Liang was successfully kicked off the bed, and his head, true to expectations, hit the corner of the bed.

Chen Die didn’t have the mood to care whether he had hurt himself or not. With a red face, she pulled down her nightgown that had been lifted.

She couldn’t take it anymore, both embarrassed and angry, hitting him with a pillow, “Are you sick in the head!”

Wen Liang neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the pillow to hit him full in the face. His long legs were sprawled out shamelessly, and he even smiled without any anger, then raised his hand, placing his index finger against his lips, gently pressing it, looking like a pervert.

Chen Die, seeing this gesture, remembered what this hand had just done, and her whole being burned up.

Wen Liang showed no embarrassment at being kicked off the bed. He got up and walked into the bathroom.

Soon the sound of water could be heard. Chen Die lay back down, her heart beating wildly, and felt that the spots where he had pinched her were still a bit painful.

She rolled over, face down, nestling into the sheets, feeling utterly embarrassed.

The water in the bathroom ran for a long time. The heat on Chen Die’s face gradually receded, and she suddenly realized what he was doing in there, causing the heat to surge back fiercely.

This pervert!

The water was still running when Chen Die’s phone rang.

[Jiang Xian: Are you asleep, Little Die?]

Chen Die paused.

At this point, she would be strange if she didn’t notice something was off.

If the “goodnight” was just something Jiang Xian said as her childhood brother figure, then this “Are you asleep” was clearly beyond those boundaries.

Chen Die started to worry about what to reply again, and gradually her gaze fell on the three messages Jiang Xian had sent earlier.

Ah, so annoying.

She lay on the bed, arms crossed, chin resting on the back of her hands. She didn’t notice when the water stopped, nor did she notice when Wen Liang came out and stood behind her.

Until a wet hand reached over and took away her phone.

Chen Die was startled, quickly turned her head, and reached out, “Give it back to me!”

Wen Liang gripped her hand, looked at the phone, let out a cold laugh, and directly tapped on the voice message option, saying into the phone, “She’s already asleep. Mr. Jiang, please don’t contact my girlfriend this late in the future.”

“…”

He never left face for people when he spoke.

After saying this, Wen Liang scrolled up through the chat page and found that he had already reached the top, with the earliest message being a notification that they had added each other as friends.

His gaze swept over the three sentences Jiang Xian had sent earlier.

They were about Chen Die’s former family.

Wen Liang had never tried to understand this, and even now it seemed very unfamiliar to him.

His emotions gradually sank. He returned the phone to Chen Die and raised his hand to touch her face, “What else did he tell you?”

Wen Liang meant to ask about her past, but Chen Die thought he was being jealous again. She moved her head back, avoiding his hand, frowning, “What was this hand just doing in there? Don’t touch my face.”

Wen Liang paused.

“It wasn’t this hand,” his eyes were scattered and lazy, looking both roguish and bad, “You’ve touched it before, don’t pretend.”

“…”

Wen Liang sat down on the edge of the bed, tapping on the phone screen with his finger, “What are you thinking?”

Chen Die was silent for a few seconds, “I don’t know.”

She had been disconnected from the feeling of family affection for too long and had almost forgotten it, so hearing news about her former adoptive parents again left her mostly bewildered.

Had a major surgery.

Now after so many years, they should have long recovered, and they even had a biological son.

That’s good.

Did it matter anymore what things were like before?

But deep down, Chen Die had a small, indescribable feeling of resentment.

Why did they abandon her?

“If you want to go back and see, I’ll go with you,” Wen Liang said, looking at her.

Chen Die bit her lip, “Go back for what?”

“Tourism.”

Chen Die looked up, “Hmm?”

“After the recording ends tomorrow, don’t you have a few days free before you start your role?” Wen Liang rubbed her hair, “If you don’t want to meet them, we can just go there for a trip and then come back.”

Chen Die was tempted by his suggestion.

It’s just a trip, nothing major.

If she didn’t want to see them, she could just avoid going near their home, or she could just take a look from a distance.

Seeing her lowering her head, thinking with a conflicted expression, Wen Liang smiled and pulled her into his arms, “Just consider it accompanying me.”

Chen Die, distracted by this matter, had already forgotten about the shameless things this bastard had done to her earlier. She hugged him back, nuzzling her head against his chest.

She said in a low voice, “Because from what Brother Jiang Xian implied, they seemed to have had some difficulties back then.”

After a pause, she added, “Although the difficulty might have been needing money for medical treatment, even if that’s the case, maybe I can let go a little.”

Hearing this, Wen Liang felt a pang in his heart. He turned his head to kiss her ear, “Alright, we’ll go after the shooting ends tomorrow.”

The next morning.

It was still dark outside when Wen Liang got dressed and left early.

Creating the illusion that Chen Die had indeed slept alone all night, and liked having an affair.

After he left, Chen Die took another nap before getting up.

She didn’t know where Wen Liang had gone, and she thought about what they had talked about before sleeping.

Indeed, nighttime was not suitable for making any decisions.

At that time, she had impulsively decided to go back for a visit, but now she was starting to feel afraid again.

“Hey, Sister Die, you’re up early today?” Ran Liming also got up and came downstairs, greeting Chen Die.

Chen Die turned around, “Good morning, I’m already making breakfast.”

Ran Liming rolled up his sleeves and came over, “Let me help you.”

Soon after, Li Cong also got up, and the three of them made a sumptuous breakfast for the final season, setting it on the table just as Lin Qingye leisurely emerged from the tent.

He was frowning, with an irritable air that wouldn’t settle, and he even sneezed.

It was obvious he hadn’t rested well.

Chen Die glanced at him, laughed, and said generously, “Come and have breakfast.”

Finally, “Three Meals a Day” ended with a joyful breakfast. Everyone did their post-interviews, then united to create a slogan for the second season outlook.

All 8 episodes of “Three Meals a Day” were finished.

Although this variety show didn’t have many conflicts and clashes, Chen Die enjoyed recording it, especially as she got along very naturally with the other three.

Everyone had other commitments afterward, so after a simple lunch with the production team, the show was officially concluded.

Wen Liang only appeared at the end, and as soon as he appeared at the door, the show’s director went up to talk with him.

Ran Liming and the others said goodbye to Chen Die one after another and left, while Chen Die waited eagerly on the side, suddenly thinking of an internet meme—”Hey? All the other kids have left, why haven’t you come to pick me up yet?”

Wen Liang finally finished talking with the director and walked up to Chen Die, patting her head, “Let’s go.”

Some staff members around them were already used to this sight and lowered their heads to continue their work.

Chen Die followed Wen Liang into the car, and without saying anything, he prepared to drive to the airport.

“Wait,” Chen Die stopped him.

Wen Liang turned his head, “Hmm?”

“Let’s go on a date,” Chen Die suddenly said.

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, showing no reaction.

“The time is right, the place is right, and we’re both here,” Chen Die added. “No one will recognize me abroad anyway. We can go back a bit later and have a date on the way. Come to think of it, we haven’t even watched a movie together.”

Wen Liang was quiet for a moment, then smiled, “Are you that nervous?”

“…”

Chen Die was exposed.

She deflated, leaning back against the seat, “I’m just, a bit nervous.”

Wen Liang looked at her for a while, then casually opened the car’s navigation system and drove in the opposite direction from the airport.

It wasn’t until they walked into the movie theater, seeing the blonde, blue-eyed people coming and going around them, that Chen Die remembered a fundamental problem—indeed, no one abroad would recognize her, but she couldn’t understand a full English movie either.

But Wen Liang didn’t seem to have this problem. As soon as he entered the cinema, he scanned the place with familiarity and went to the ticket counter.

He turned his head to ask Chen Die, “What do you want to watch?”

To be safe, she was still wearing a mask, which she now pulled down to her chin as she looked up at the colorful English letters on the screen in front.

Her Chinese and English were both good in the college entrance exam, but since passing the CET-6 in her sophomore year, she hadn’t studied or encountered English much, so feeling unfamiliar now was quite normal.

There weren’t many big releases recently, and she hadn’t heard of any of the movie titles.

Chen Die struggled to read those words for a while, then randomly pointed at one, a detective mystery film.

Only then did Chen Die learn that Wen Liang spoke English very fluently and pleasantly. Soon, the service staff handed him two movie tickets.

She also remembered what Chen Shao had mentioned earlier, saying that Wen Liang had excellent grades since childhood.

They also bought hot dogs and cola before entering.

The theater here didn’t have assigned seating. When they arrived, it was already quite full, so they chose two seats on the far right of the back row.

Chen Die now had a sense of insecurity being in a foreign country and stuck close to Wen Liang as they took their seats.

She leaned over to ask, “Is your English this good?”

The light in the theater was dim, and the screen was already showing lengthy advertisements. Chen Die’s head was turned toward him, her eyes bright in the darkness.

“I travel frequently, sometimes staying for a week at a time, so I’m used to it,” Wen Liang said.

Chen Die thought to herself, this isn’t just about understanding, your pronunciation is too standard and too pleasant to hear!!

“By the way, did you take the CET-6 in college?” she asked.

Wen Liang replied carelessly, “I think so.”

Chen Die, “What score did you get? Was it above 650?”

Wen Liang’s memory of these things wasn’t very clear anymore, “I think my CET-6 score was the same as my CET-4, around seven hundred and something.”

“…”

Chen Die lost confidence in talking to him.

She had been with Wen Liang for so long, yet only now did she truly realize that he was a top student.

The full score is 710, and you scored over seven hundred.

Is that even human???

Chen Die had recently been praised by fans and some film critics and was getting quite inflated, but now comparing herself to Wen Liang, she felt like she was just a pretty vase, nothing more.

As a result, during the movie, Chen Die couldn’t keep up with the native-speaker pace at all and was too embarrassed to ask Wen Liang what was being said.

Too embarrassing.

Although this was a proper suspense drama, with the BGM creating a very eerie atmosphere, there were still quite a few explicit passion scenes that wouldn’t pass censorship in China.

Chen Die, as a professional actress, naturally could appreciate such plots. Previously, when watching such scenes in appreciation classes at school, she didn’t blush or feel nervous, very professional.

But with Wen Liang sitting beside her, she felt it was completely different.

She even lamented how the world seemed to be full of suggestive content everywhere.

By the end of the movie, Chen Die felt like she had spent two hours in a sauna, and she hadn’t even understood the plot.

As soon as it ended, she walked out quickly, fanning her face with her hand.

Outside, Chen Die put her mask back on, took out her phone, and took a photo of the two movie ticket stubs, happily posting it to her Moments.

Wen Liang watched her post, then took out his phone to like it, then opened the photo to look at it, not very satisfied, “Just like this?”

It was purely two ticket stubs, and besides that, just Chen Die’s fingers, with no indication of who she had watched it with.

“I didn’t hide this post from anyone,” Chen Die explained.

She had attended various events, big and small, and had added quite a few people on WeChat, many of whom she had only met once. She was afraid that if anyone with ulterior motives saw it, they might screenshot it for reporters.

Wen Liang snorted lightly, opened the camera, didn’t even look for an angle, and just took a photo of Chen Die.

A very straight male, deadly angle.

Then without a word, he posted this photo on his Moments.

Chen Die was looking at the comments under her own Moments post, and just as she refreshed, she saw Wen Liang’s post and immediately looked up to glare at him, “What are you doing!”

He matter-of-factly replied, “No one would dare screenshot my content and share it.”

“Couldn’t you have told me before posting?! I saved so many beautiful photos of myself to your album yesterday, why did you post this one photo that wasn’t even edited?!” Chen Die was unhappy, pointing at the photo and complaining about how ugly it looked in certain areas, adding, “And I’m almost bare-faced now.”

Wen Liang got tired of listening, “Then let your Brother Jiang Xian see how ugly you are without makeup.”

“…”

Here we go again!!

How can this person be so petty?!

Other boyfriends’ daily dilemma is: What to do if my girlfriend is too high-maintenance?

But for Chen Die, it’s: What to do if my boyfriend is too high-maintenance?

Wen Liang had never posted anything on his Moments before; it was empty. Now he suddenly posted something, and it was a photo, and it was of a beautiful woman, and it was the famous star who had slapped him before. The friends in his WeChat were all abuzz.

What’s going on??!

The boss has got himself a beauty!

My sister-in-law is so beautiful.

Boss, can you ask your girlfriend for an autograph for my girlfriend?!

…

Soon, Ye Chuqing also commented on the post.

? What kind of anti-fan photography skills are these?

Chen Die: “…”

Indeed, only girls can tell how bad this photo is!

“See!” She was about to complain angrily again.

Wen Liang didn’t want to listen, so he bent down, his fingers brushing against her face and hooking onto the edge of her mask, pulling it down.

All the words Chen Die was about to say were held back because of this sudden action. She opened her eyes wide, staring at Wen Liang in a daze.

“The time is right, the place is right, and we’re both here,” Wen Liang repeated her earlier words.

She blinked, unconsciously slowing her breathing, “Hmm?”

He kissed her lips, his voice hoarse and indistinct, “Finally, I don’t have to hide when I kiss you.”