Chapter 14: I’m Pretty Confident

Shu Qian’s expression suddenly turned unpleasant as she lifted her eyes to look at Song Xun.

The man’s sharp features gleamed like a piece of translucent jade in the sunlight; his narrow eyes slightly squinted, revealing a look of scrutiny and reproach.

Shu Qian opened her mouth several times, wanting to argue, but felt as if her little thoughts were completely exposed under Song Xun’s dark gaze.

She bit her lip and turned her head away somewhat embarrassed: “It was an accident. I was actually pretty confident.”

“And the result?” Song Xun’s indifferent expression remained unchanged.

“Not only did you fail the mission, you blew up the kitchen.”

His thin lips moved, and the words he spat out, from someone with a body temperature of 37 degrees, felt like they came from a place below freezing.

Song Xun practically tore away Shu Qian’s last shred of defense.

Shu Qian frowned, her face pale.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, and the once upturned corners of her eyes now sagged a bit, looking like a pitiful little victim who had suffered a great injustice.

[Song Emperor is right. She should know she can’t cook, right? This wasn’t accidental.]

[This mission was a total fail, and Song Xun was dragged down by Shu Qian.]

[But it’s the production team’s mission. Shu Qian can’t just make excuses to skip it.]

[Clearly a pampered rich girl who’s never done a day’s work, doing things hastily and carelessly.]

[No acting skills, no self-care ability, besides that face, what else does she have?]

[Agreed! I’m beginning to wonder how Shu Qian even got on this show. Did she offer herself?]

Shu Qian fell silent for a moment, then spoke with some difficulty: “Sorry, I didn’t expect this. I was just trying to complete the mission.”

“I’ll explain the situation to the production team. I’m really sorry for dragging you down this time.”

She glanced at the messy kitchen and felt very down.

Silence lingered between the two, and the atmosphere gradually stiffened.

Song Xun looked down at her with his usual calm face, but a faint displeasure showed.

Shu Qian’s cheek was smudged with ash, and her hair was slightly disheveled.

Being scrutinized like this by Song Xun, Shu Qian’s shame and anger surged, and she just wanted to leave immediately.

Suddenly, a pair of large, bony hands gently grabbed her arm — one big, one small — the contrast obvious.

“Your makeup is smudged,” Song Xun said quietly.

Shu Qian was stunned, looking at him strangely, finding him somewhat inexplicable.

Her makeup was smudged? She deserved it.

Who told her to recklessly show off her skills in the kitchen?

The corner of her mouth twitched; she nodded at Song Xun, then strode upstairs.

When Shu Qian tidied herself up and came down again, quite a few guests were already seated in the villa’s living room.

She scanned the room and saw Lin Yiyang and An Jing among them.

These two pests never missed a chance to mock her.

Shu Qian frowned impatiently and slowly walked down the stairs.

“Teacher Shu, I heard there was an accident here. Are you hurt?”

Lin Rou stood up nervously from the sofa when she saw Shu Qian come down.

Shu Qian saw the genuine concern in her expression and smiled lightly.

“I’m fine, thank you for caring.”

After speaking, she casually glanced at Song Xun sitting alone on the single sofa.

By now, Song Xun had returned to calm, completely lacking the scolding expression from before.

Shu Qian couldn’t help but smirk.

Maybe because of the argument last night, no one else in the living room continued chatting, and the space was filled with an eerie silence.

An Jing, who had been observing for a long time, saw Shu Qian’s unhappy look and felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

“Shu Qian, what delicious food were you making in the kitchen? How did you manage to blow up the kitchen?”

Tsk, tsk.

Judging by the extent of the damage, it must cost quite a lot to repair.

Shu Qian stared at her expressionlessly: “What’s that got to do with you?”

[Shu Qian is really ungrateful. An Jing was just concerned about her.]

[An Jing has such a good temper, still polite to the person trying to steal her boyfriend.]

[An Jing’s patience is amazing. I noticed Shu Qian has snapped at her several times.]

An Jing smiled softly, “I’m worried about you. It’s almost lunchtime, how is your team going to finish the mission?”

Shu Qian sneered.

A weasel wishing a chicken a happy New Year — would it really wish the chicken a long life?

Shu Qian really didn’t believe An Jing was so kind-hearted.

But An Jing was right.

This kitchen definitely couldn’t be used anymore, yet the mission still had to be completed.

“Teacher Shu, come cook at my place. I just finished my mission.”

Shu Qian looked toward the voice — it was Lin Rou inviting her.

Shu Qian smiled gratefully.

“Thank you so much, I was just worried about what to do.”

Lin Rou shyly blinked, “It’s no problem. I have everything at my place. If we go now, there’s still time.”

Shu Qian snorted at An Jing, lifted her chin, and followed Lin Rou to her place.

Want to laugh at me?

Not even a window to peek through!

On the way, Shu Qian stopped at a neighbor’s to buy another chicken.

She was stubborn — determined to conquer chicken meat today.

[This girl is so kind, beautiful, and nice.]

[Shu Qian should be thankful she helped this girl yesterday. Otherwise, who would even help her?]

The two chatted and laughed all the way until they arrived at Lin Rou’s place.

But even before they entered, loud shouting from a man and a baby’s sharp cries came from inside the villa.

Shu Qian’s face changed; Lin Rou’s complexion turned pale instantly.

“Don’t go in. That man hits people. It’s dangerous if you go in.”

Lin Rou grabbed Shu Qian, shaking her head seriously.

“I’ll go. You wait outside for me.”

“Wait.”

Shu Qian stopped Lin Rou. “I’ll go in. I know how to handle men. He can’t hurt me.”

Lin Rou was about to say more, but Shu Qian gently patted her hand to soothe her.

She had learned ancient martial arts. Not especially strong, but more than enough to handle an ordinary person.

The moment Shu Qian stepped into the villa, a heavy object suddenly slammed toward the doorway.

She quickly dodged to the side and looked back to see a large ceramic mug flying.

“Stop filming! Turn off all the equipment!”

Inside the living room, Fang Ming was brandishing a dagger, holding a crying baby in his arms.

“Please, give me back the child. I won’t argue anymore, I swear,” Li Qing knelt and begged tearfully.

They had just argued over a trivial matter.

Li Qing thought Fang Ming would calm down since the whole nation was watching live, so she complained a bit more than usual.

Who knew Fang Ming suddenly went crazy, pulling out a knife, grabbing her child, and threatening to kill them all.

Fang Ming was still wildly agitated, repeatedly banging his forehead against the wall, eyes bloodshot, his face twisted in a frightening way.

“Turn it off! Turn everything off! Otherwise, I’ll kill him first, then kill you all. None of you will escape.”