Chapter 4: Touching Song Xun’s Waist

The man sitting on the sofa was like a pure and serene place untouched by the dusty world. Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating his handsome, picturesque features like a flawless, clear jade.

If not Song Xun, then who else?

So, the mysterious man was the Buddha-like film emperor of the entertainment circle?

And also her secret husband.

Shu Qian nearly lost control of her expression.

They had just gotten their marriage certificate. She had sworn not to disturb him, yet she had already bothered him twice.

Then, to top it off, she ended up on the same show with Song Xun. Even worse, they were paired as young roommates!

It wasn’t just Shu Qian who was shocked—so were the viewers behind the cameras.

[Holy crap! Song Xun?! Am I seeing things? Didn’t he become a monk?!]

[My husband’s returned to secular life!!! Ahhh husband don’t look at Buddha, look at me!]

[Who’s this girl? She’s actually roommates with Song Xun!! That’s some crazy luck!]

[Don’t know her, but that face and figure — is she for real? Like a real-life Barbie doll.]

[Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t be fooled by Shu Qian, she’s awful. She knew Lin Yiyang had a girlfriend and still seduced him. Now she’s on the show chasing Song Xun, shameless! Poor Emperor Song 5555]

[Help! Is Shu Qian really this scandalous? Song Xun, run! Living with her, you might as well keep being a monk!]

Hearing the noise, Song Xun turned his head.

At the moment their eyes met, Shu Qian read clearly in his calm gaze: “Woman, you said you weren’t interested,” “You promised no interference, yet you come live on a show and share a room with me?” “Let’s see how you’ll act now…”

Her mind replayed his considerate question from yesterday: “Want to revise the agreement?”

Shu Qian forced a smile. “Hello, Teacher Song.”

Song Xun responded as if he didn’t know her, with a distant tone, “Hello.”

Seeing him stand and lift her suitcase with his long hand, he said, “Your room is upstairs.”

Shu Qian thanked him and followed Song Xun upstairs.

Under the cameras, she didn’t get a chance to explain a single word.

Her gaze fell on Song Xun ahead of her.

His sleeves were rolled halfway up, revealing muscular forearms. The thin fabric clung to his straight, lean back, broad shoulders, narrow waist, subtly outlining his bones.

Ignoring his Buddha persona, this man belonged to the restrained yet sexy type that makes women want to conquer him.

Of course, she was definitely not one of them.

Shu Qian quietly shifted her eyes away from his taut waist.

[Mission incoming! Touch his waist within one hour. Electric shocks often start from physical contact~]

One hour?!

The show just started, surrounded by cameras and countless watchful eyes!

How was she supposed to touch Song Xun’s waist?

Shu Qian had no doubt: if she dared to touch his waist in front of the cameras, fans would tear her apart and force her to quit the industry that very day!

Erbaiwu (Two-Fifty) sounded a little gleeful, “The mission triggers suddenly. Who told you to look at his waist?”

Shu Qian: “…”

Damn it, she should poke her own eyes out!

If this triggered the mission, what if she looked at even less appropriate places?

Erbaiwu kindly reminded: “The mission might also trigger from your thoughts~”

Shu Qian immediately stopped all thoughts.

Amitabha! Her thoughts offended the system; it had nothing to do with anyone else!

Once upstairs, Shu Qian realized there were only two bedrooms. Song Xun lived next door to her.

It was clear he had reserved the master bedroom for her.

Song Xun put down his luggage and said indifferently, “There’s a bathroom in the master bedroom. I’ll live next door. If you need anything, feel free to find me. You tidy up first. Later we’ll go buy daily necessities.”

Shu Qian resolutely avoided looking below his eyes this time, “Okay.”

Entering the room to unpack, Shu Qian appeared calm on the surface but was filled with regret inside.

Why had she come to this show?!

She wasn’t scared of a thousand Lin Yiyangs but here was Song Xun too.

Would Song Xun think she chased him by joining this show?

“Will I grow wrinkles on the spot if I don’t complete the mission?”

Under the high-definition camera, if wrinkles appeared—and lots of them—her acting career would be over.

Erbaiwu (Two-Fifty) smiled: “I advise you not to harbor any wishful thinking.”

After a pause, it comforted her: “Complete ten missions to trigger two rewards. One is a pass card, which lets you refuse one mission.”

Shu Qian: “Ten? Isn’t that stingy?”

With just these two rewards, she was already mortified.

The second one she didn’t even think she’d have a chance to complete.

If she dared to touch Song Xun’s waist in public, she might get labeled a “female hooligan” worldwide.

Painful as it was, Shu Qian could only quickly finish packing and go downstairs.

The mission had to be done within an hour.

She needed to find an opportunity.

Just as Shu Qian went downstairs, the doorbell rang.

Lin Yiyang and his girlfriend stood quietly outside the door. The moment it opened, their eyes widened in surprise.

Song Xun?!

They knew Shu Qian was in this house but didn’t know that her roommate was Song Xun.

Anjing (the girlfriend) clenched her thermos tighter, jealousy rising.

Shu Qian was a barely-known eighteen-line artist who had ridden their popularity to get on the show. Then, by pure luck, she was assigned a room with Song Xun?

Being with Song Xun meant instant popularity!

No need to look—everyone in the live broadcast room was surely watching Song Xun right now.

That vixen had really good luck!

“Teacher Song, we came to visit the neighbor, brought some soup and fruits,” Lin Yiyang said first.

Song Xun replied coldly, “Hmm.”

No thanks, nothing.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Lin Yiyang felt Song Xun’s gaze was cold and fierce, making his scalp tingle.

Was it just his imagination?

They had never interacted before, no reason for offense.

Anjing’s eyes glanced behind Song Xun. “Where’s Shu Qian?”

No sooner had she asked than Shu Qian popped her head out from behind Song Xun, smiling like a blooming flower, “Here I am.”

After rumors about Shu Qian and Lin Yiyang surfaced, Anjing had warned Shu Qian once to stay away from Lin Yiyang, even to quit the entertainment industry—or else face consequences.

And now she was kindly bringing soup?

Could there be poison in the soup?

[I love this drama! Tear them apart!]

[Lin Yiyang and Anjing are really magnanimous, even brought soup. If I see a woman seducing my husband, I’ll beat her every time!]

[The show’s producers are so shameless. Shu Qian, with such bad behavior, should be banned. Yet they pay her and put her in the same room as Song Xun. It’s infuriating!]

[Shu Qian! Keep your distance from Emperor Song!]

By now Anjing had forced a gentle smile and opened the thermos lid. “I made chicken soup, brought some for you too.”

She handed it to Shu Qian.

Shu Qian gave her a half-smile. “Thanks.”

The moment she reached out to take it, Anjing suddenly let go early.

The thermos fell hard to the floor! Scalding hot chicken soup splattered everywhere.

At that moment, Song Xun grabbed Shu Qian and stepped back, turning around to shield her with his back.

It was then that Shu Qian’s mind triggered the mission, and she lifted her hand to touch Song Xun’s waist.

He wore a thin sweatshirt; through her touch, she felt his waist was slender and firm—quite endearing.

…It actually felt pretty nice to touch.

But as she touched him, she felt Song Xun’s waist tense up.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of her touch or the hot soup.

The man’s long lashes lowered slightly. His deep, dark eyes looked at her, seeming to catch every tiny thought she had.