You are all bad women! Don't come over!

Han Muxue watched the two with a cold expression but remained silent, quietly taking a seat at the edge of the sofa.

"Xuexue, have you seen the video? This jerk has become famous, huh!" Xia Qingrou noticed Han Muxue's unusual behavior and whispered to her with a chuckle.

Han Muxue didn't respond, her head bent over as she vigorously rubbed her phone, lost in thought.

Such a twisted life... Shen Mochen thought. This wasn't the life he wanted.

...

In the evening, guessing that it was almost dinnertime, Shen Mochen walked to the living room. Xia Qingrou was still angrily scrolling through Shen Mochen's short videos, biting fiercely into an ice cream.

"Dinnertime is coming up, and you're still eating ice cream. You won't have room for dinner," Shen Mochen said with a smile.

Xia Qingrou glared at Shen Mochen viciously and huffed, "Mind your own business!"

Shen Mochen shrugged. "If you're jealous, then don't watch. Yet, you still insist on watching."

The sourness in Xia Qingrou's voice was nearly spraying out. "Are you happy now, huh? Wow, a big star is here! Will your 'wives' get mad if you talk to me?"

"What does their anger have to do with me? I only care about you..." Shen Mochen said as he snatched the ice cream from Xia Qingrou's hand and started licking it himself, "Stop eating, we're about to have dinner."

Saying this, he glanced outside the door. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the air was damp and oppressive, signaling a heavy downpour in the evening.

"Don't sweet-talk me, understand that we're broken up!" Xia Qingrou kicked Shen Mochen and lowered her voice, "Whatever you do out there, attracting all those women, has nothing to do with me. I couldn't care less!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Shen Mochen nonchalantly licked the ice cream, which was quite tasty.

"I just think your video is so fake; it gave me goosebumps, hmph..." Xia Qingrou made up excuses for herself.

There were two videos of Shen Mochen. One was an advertisement promo, and the other was an interview-style video lasting more than half an hour, hosted by Fei Yumo.

"As for the promos..." Shen Mochen waved his hand.

The play count for the promo was higher than expected, and General Yan even said that in the future, they might need to shoot more. However, considering Shen Mochen's "Buque" identity, constantly shooting new material for him might give the impression that Shen Mochen wasn't working seriously, so they were still rather cautious about it.

"Hey..." Xia Qingrou patted Shen Mochen's arm, "Have you seen the comments under your video?"

"I glanced over them. Too cheesy, so I didn't look further."

"Do you know you have ship fans?"

"What ship?" Shen Mochen was startled.

"Fei Yumo!" Xia Qingrou smirked while pinching Shen Mochen's arm. "Happy now? After watching your interview, some people think you and Fei Yumo make a good match!"

"Are there a lot of them?"

"Not many, but I've seen those comments!" Xia Qingrou pinched Shen Mochen again. "What, you want a lot of people to ship your momoCP?"

"What a crappy name..."

Shen Mochen quietly muttered under his breath. The internet really had all sorts of people. His and Fei Yumo's relationship was nothing more than that of interviewer and interviewee, and yet people were pairing them up... What a trap.

Xia Qingrou had seen it; others might have too... How annoying.

"Xia Yusi just sent a message asking what's the relationship between you two!" Xia Qingrou grew angrier as she spoke. Clearly, there was nothing going on, yet she always felt like she had been cuckolded!

"Haven't you told your family that we've broken up?"

Xia Qingrou bit her lip, clenching her fist. "What are you trying to do? Do you really want me to tell them? Is it because you've taken a liking to Xia Yusi and don't want me to get in your way?"

Shen Mochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he pinched Xia Qingrou's face, "You're the king of jealousy – making mountains out of molehills, jealous of all the unrelated nonsense."

"I'm not..."

Before Xia Qingrou could finish her sentence, the familiar sound of car wheels approached, and she huffed, standing up to greet Han Muxue.

Not long after, everyone began their dinner, but strangely, no one discussed the news that Shen Mochen had become famous across the internet.

Han Muxue didn't say a word, Xia Qingrou was full of jealousy, Cai Yuncui looked like she had something to say but then stopped, Liu Chaoyan acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Cai sister, it might rain later, have you closed the kitchen door and windows?" Liu Chaoyan asked with a smile.

"They're closed, don't worry, nothing unexpected will happen," Cai Yuncui replied.

"Xia sister, will you help me lay out the waterproof mats at the door later to prevent the rain from flooding the house?" Liu Chaoyan said again.

"Mm-hmm, sure. Pray to God, no emergencies tonight!" Xia Qingrou clasped her hands together in a gesture of sincere hope.

After dinner, Liu Chaoyan said with a smile, "Oh, by the way, tomorrow is the separation month, and I was thinking…"

"I have something I want to announce."

Han Muxue suddenly said coldly.

"What's going on, Little Xue, what do you want to announce?" Cai Yuncui chuckled and lightly placed her hand on Han Muxue's shoulder.

Everyone was there, and Shen Mochen suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Han Muxue slowly raised her head, looked around, her eyes filled with an inner struggle mixed with resentment.

"I, I've been seeing him, that's what I wanted to tell you!" Han Muxue suddenly grabbed Shen Mochen's hand and said it with emphasis.

"Boom"—thunder roared, and the room fell deathly silent in an instant.

"You, what did you say… you two, are seeing each other?" Xia Qingrou stared with wide eyes, her pupils trembling in shock.

Han Muxue let out a deep breath, her frown loosened, as if relieved, yet also seemingly as if resigning herself to her fate.

"If you can be with him, why can't I?" Han Muxue said fiercely.

As if a string had snapped, a torrential downpour started outside the house at that moment.

"I, I..." Xia Qingrou was struck dumb, perhaps still reeling from the shock of "Shen Mochen and Han Muxue seeing each other."

"Little, Little Chen..."

Cai Yuncui slowly turned to look at Shen Mohen, her lips parted as if to speak, but she couldn't muster a word, her eyes seeking confirmation yet her expression lost and directionless.

Shen Mochen was also in turmoil. He hadn't expected Han Muxue to bring it out into the open so bluntly.

"Tell them, are we seeing each other?" Han Muxue pulled on Shen Mochen's hand, her voice rising.

Shen Mochen snapped back to reality from the pain, his hand aching from Han Muxue's grip, her nails nearly digging into his flesh.

He suddenly realized he could deny it since Han Muxue had no proof.

"Speak up, are you my boyfriend or not!"

Han Muxue urged him again, looking at Shen Mochen with tears in her eyes, her gaze intense with a plea for affirmation, her grip on his hand trembling and growing stronger, akin to a drowning person clinging to a lifeline.

"Yes, that's right..." Shen Mochen slowly began, in front of everyone, he reached out to caress Han Muxue's face and said softly, "I am seeing Little Xue."