Chapter 65
In the original script, Yu Jinzhe could cook.
But the dishes he was good at were raw beef tartare, coconut worms, chicken blood jelly…
So unsurprisingly, this was no ordinary meal.
Qiu Chengye, who hadn’t had decent food in a long time, was devouring his portion, still annoyed that it was too little—only for another plate to be pushed in front of him the very next second.
Xie Mi grinned at him, “Eat up, son. Dad’s not hungry.”
Qiu Chengye’s mouth twitched violently.
Ever since he’d called Xie Mi “dad” on the show, he’d been the butt of endless jokes among his circle of shady friends.
But unfortunately, Xie Mi held his lifeline. He could only swallow his anger.
Just you wait. One day I’ll catch your weakness and make you pay!
He grabbed the plate, stuffing food into his mouth in big gulps, and downed the glass of milk Xie Mi handed over.
Can’t waste free food!
Whoosh—
Another plate slid over. Across the table, Shen Yanqing gave him a kindly smile, “Kids need food to grow. Eat more.”
Qiu Chengye: “?”
Do they really think he’s their son?!
But this one wasn’t someone he could afford to offend either. Glaring furiously, he grabbed the plate and shoveled it down.
Until Xu Shuangrong suddenly gasped, “Did the milk go bad? …It tastes a little sour.”
“I thought so too.” Liu Woxing frowned slightly. “Jinzhe, did you use the milk from the fridge?”
Yu Jinzhe smiled obediently. “Yes.”
“That can’t be right. The milk was delivered just yesterday—it should still be fresh. Unless it’s the oats that are the problem…”
Liu Woxing scooped up a spoonful from his cup—and his eyes froze, “This doesn’t look like oats.”
“It’s ants.”
Yu Jinzhe took over smoothly. “Black ants from Yun City. Slightly sour taste, but balanced nutrition. Good for the spleen and kidneys, promotes circulation, boosts vitality.”
The moment his words fell, the dining room plunged into dead silence.
Everyone froze mid-bite. Qiu Chengye, who was halfway through his third glass of milk, turned to stone.
Yu Jinzhe tilted his head slightly, refined eyes showing faint puzzlement, “…What’s wrong?”
The next second—Qiu Chengye spat milk everywhere. The others scrambled to their feet in panic, bolting toward the bathroom. Utter chaos.
[Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit]
[The second he said ‘ants’ all the blood drained from my body]
[Forget what I said about him being refined—this guy’s the living King of Hell!!!]
[Who the hell puts ANTS in milk?!]
[Thanks a lot, I just puked up my whole breakfast]
With this one insane stunt, Yu Jinzhe gifted the show its first trending hashtag of the day:
#YuJinzhe Breakfast With Ants#
Netizens who didn’t know the full story thought he was some hardcore savage who ate ants at dawn—only to find out he was actually feeding them to other people.
While the audience screamed about the new guest’s shattered “refined little brother” persona, the culprit himself stayed perfectly calm.
He didn’t think he’d caused any trouble—in fact, he even smiled and sighed, “Everyone’s so timid.”
Xie Mi, who had luckily dodged the bullet, clicked her tongue.
Yu Jinzhe’s arrival clearly meant the rest of the show wouldn’t be peaceful.
But she didn’t expect someone would soon appear to put him in his place.
That afternoon, Shen Yanqing, as usual, went to the study and pulled out a CEO-romance novel.
The moment he opened it, a flash of black caught his eye. Calmly, he closed the book, slid it back, and tried another one.
Same thing.
And another. Same.
So he left the study, made a call, and an hour later the bookstore owner pulled up a cart of CEO-romance novels to the villa.
Shen Yanqing relocated to the garden under a sun umbrella, reading leisurely. But within minutes, a piercing scream erupted from one of the first-floor rooms.
“Ahhh—!”
Everyone rushed to check, and there lay Yu Jinzhe on the floor, peaceful as if fainted. His bedcovers had been thrown back—revealing piles of cockroach corpses underneath.
“Ahhh!”
Liu Woxing’s fear of creepy-crawlies kicked in, and she fainted on the spot.
The others looked ready to puke.
Xu Shuangrong, holding her breath, was the first to step forward. She helped Jinzhe sit up, letting him lean on her lap, softly calling, “Jinzhe, are you alright?”
Yu Jinzhe forced his eyes open, glanced at her, then at his bed.
“Ahhh—!”
Second faint.
Xie Mi: “…” Maybe move him out of the room before waking him again?
Viewers in the livestream were scared half to death—especially those in Yu Jinzhe’s channel, who had witnessed everything in first-person perspective.
[Holy crap that scared me to death]
[What the hell just happened? The villa’s filled with cameras—who could sneak cockroaches into his bed unnoticed?]
[Yu Jinzhe’s roommate is Movie King Xiao. Jinzhe wasn’t in his room earlier… could it have been Xiao?]
Viewers from Xiao Jingxi’s channel protested:
[Impossible! He was in bed the whole time, I swear!]
[I can testify—I’ve been watching his stream nonstop! Besides, my brother Xiao would never do something so nasty!]
[These cockroaches really came out of nowhere, I swear!!]
Meanwhile, Shen Yanqing’s viewers chimed in:
[Wait, there are cockroaches here too?]
[Old Shen’s books in the study were stuffed with cockroaches earlier—several of them!]
And so, the viewers cracked the case:
[It’s a cockroach infestation in the villa!]
[Well, it is the countryside, lots of bugs around, not surprising.]
[Still scary as hell though—since when are cockroaches this rampant?!]
Only the tech crew behind the monitors muttered, “Director Niu, a few of our cameras seem to have been hacked—segments of video overwritten…”
Director Niu: “…”
So this show was destined to evolve from a dating reality, to a madhouse reality, to straight-up The Matrix.
Exhausting.
An hour later, when Yu Jinzhe finally woke, he said nothing in response to Xu Shuangrong’s concern. His expression dark, he seemed to realize something. After a curt thank-you, he got up and left.
On the second-floor railing, Xie Mi had been watching with great interest the entire time.
Given how petty he is, round two of the war is about to begin.
She tiptoed downstairs, eager to keep spectating.
Yu Jinzhe grabbed a shovel, busied himself in the garden for a while, then went to Director Niu’s office for a “chat.”
While asking innocent questions about the show, he slyly got hold of the director’s phone—and using it, sent a message to Shen Yanqing:
[Please go to the garden immediately and have a date with Teacher Xie.]
Afterward, he left the office and waited in the living room.
Moments later, a loud crash echoed from the garden.
Yu Jinzhe’s lips curved faintly. He turned to Xie Mi, “Sis, I think something happened outside. Want to go take a look?”
Xie Mi, who’d been loitering nearby just to catch the drama, instantly perked up, “Let’s go!”
The two walked into the garden.
Calmly, Yu Jinzhe led her to a large pit. They looked down—
And his smile vanished.
Inside the pit was Xiao Jingxi, his mouth bound tight with bandages so he couldn’t even cry for help. His eyes lit up with desperate joy when he saw them, and he flailed his hands wildly, trying to explain his situation.
“A pitiful soul with an indomitable will…”
A lazy voice drifted down from above.
Yu Jinzhe frowned and looked up. On the third-floor balcony, Shen Yanqing leaned casually against the railing, chin propped in one hand, eyes curved in a faint smile.
“Aren’t you going to save him?”
