Chapter 3: She’s on Song Xun’s Lap

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Shu Qian’s smile stiffened on her face, her mind filled with huge question marks.

Who is she? (: Not possessed by a ghost

Where is she? (: Sitting on Song Xun’s lap

What exactly is she doing!!! (: Clinging onto Song Xun’s lap

The triple shock nearly emptied Shu Qian’s brain.

If she wasn’t sure this wasn’t a scene she was acting out, Shu Qian would start suspecting she actually had feelings for Song Xun.

But the Song Xun in front of her remained cold and indifferent as ever, as if she sitting on his lap was just a stone.

Their eyes met and Shu Qian felt like she was about to bash into a wall.

Song Xun looked at her, was silent for two seconds, then said in a magnetic voice tinged with coldness, “Do you want to amend the agreement?”

The agreement…

No interference.

Shu Qian silently withdrew her hand and stood up.

She hadn’t just interfered, she’d straight-up harassed him.

“No, no. I’m just preparing for a new role recently. I thought of the plot and got carried away acting a bit,” Shu Qian said smoothly.

At the same time, the childish voice echoed in her mind again.

[Congratulations on activating the system, I am Customer Service No. 250, you may call me Erbaiwu (Two-Fifty).]

250?

She could tell it was a fool.

Starting off with such a big play and a forced ten-second timer.

If this were a public place and this fool forced her to do unspeakable things to Song Xun, her whole life would be set.

Unexpectedly, Song Xun asked, “What kind of play?”

“…”

Shu Qian had no idea what play; she was just bluffing and didn’t expect him to take it seriously.

She quickly recovered, smiling calmly, “It’s not finalized yet.”

The implication being it was inconvenient to disclose.

Song Xun didn’t ask further. That question sounded like it was just casually asked. “I still have business, going out for a bit. Contact me anytime if you have problems.”

With that, he turned and left.

His handsome face showed no extra expression, but the veins in his pocketed hand bulged. His fingertips touched the bodhi beads sliding down his wrist, spinning a few beads before his tense muscles slowly relaxed.

Only after he left did Shu Qian fully relax.

Sitting on the sofa, her mind was filled with last night’s events again.

She immediately stood and returned to the room she had woken up in earlier.

This time, she settled down to study the so-called Erbaiwu system.

“Erbaiwu,” Shu Qian tried calling out.

The childish voice answered, “Here.”

Shu Qian did some mental preparation and became sure it was not a hallucination.

“Explain how your system works.”

Erbaiwu: “Use love to save the sickly, use love to affect the sickly, so this world will have less darkness…”

Shu Qian interrupted, “The point is, who’s the sickly?”

“You, old lady, Song Xun~”

Shu Qian laughed, “What bullshit.”

Not a single hair on Song Xun related to being sickly! More like a heavenly antenna connecting to Buddhism.

Erbaiwu: “Swearing’s not in my programming. Anyway, you damn well have to finish this task, or at best your looks will fade, your lifespan shorten, and at worst, you’ll die on the spot! And then I, Erbaiwu, will disappear too.”

Shu Qian has something to say: “…”

“You can forcibly execute the task, so what’s this about severity?”

Erbaiwu answered seriously, “Not every time can it be forcibly executed. You need to complete it with willing love.”

Shu Qian crawled under the covers and lay down, lazily showing no enthusiasm.

“This task is a total waste of effort. Song Xun has already renounced the world; he’s nothing like the sickly.”

Erbaiwu said, “What you see with the naked eye isn’t necessarily true. The rest you need to discover yourself.”

Seeing Shu Qian didn’t care, Erbaiwu calmly said, “Look in the mirror.”

Shu Qian had a bad feeling, took out her phone, and looked.

Her face on the screen was covered with wrinkles, shriveled like an eighty-year-old grandma.

“…”

Erbaiwu: “If you don’t finish the task, this is your fate. Don’t worry, the task only triggers within a fixed distance.”

Shu Qian thought a moment, “Fine, I’ll finish it, just get it over with!”

Forced love? She’d treat it like acting.

Her only fear was that Song Xun would think she was a fraud in this marriage.

But he was already on this sinking ship anyway.

The important thing was the fixed distance.

As long as she didn’t see Song Xun, problem solved!

Thinking this, Shu Qian answered a call from her manager Lin Jie.

“Tomorrow is the recording of ‘Our Shared Rental Life.’ Remember to rest well, don’t get swollen.”

“Our Shared Rental Life” is a live-stream variety show featuring celebrities living in various shared rental scenarios.

There are five groups: young and old co-living, couples and singles, non-marital couples and families, young men and women, and parents with children.

Shu Qian was placed in the young men and women co-living group, meaning her roommate was a young man.

“So who’s my roommate?” Shu Qian asked.

Lin Jie sighed, “The production is tight-lipped. There are rumors, but about your roommate, the producers revealed nothing. Must be a heavyweight figure. If it’s a popular idol with many fans, keep your distance, no CP hype.”

No wonder Lin Jie was worried. Shu Qian had just debuted but had a bad reputation.

Her first female lead role was ruined by a scandal.

The male lead Lin Yiyang was a top star, known for womanizing. Despite having a girlfriend, he flirted with Shu Qian and even touched her. She scolded him.

Photos leaked, rumors flew that she threw herself at him, and his massive fanbase tore her apart.

Then bizarre rumors arose that she used her assistant director, who shared her surname, and a sugar daddy to climb up.

Shu Qian became somewhat infamous.

With her reputation, the producers normally wouldn’t invite her. But because Lin Yiyang and his girlfriend were on the show, they invited her too.

“If you do well on this show, you might turn things around. If not, it’ll be tough,” Lin Jie worried.

Shu Qian was busy ordering daily necessities online and said, “No problem. If it really fails, I’ll inherit the family fortune and support you.”

Lin Jie smiled, “If your inheritance is a ten-million loan, you don’t need to. Just pray your roommate is normal.”

Shu Qian thought, as long as it’s not Song Xun, anything’s fine.

The next day at 6 AM, Shu Qian left for the airport, seeing no sign of Song Xun downstairs.

They were just a sham marriage; he probably didn’t live there normally. Shu Qian didn’t bother informing him and hurried to the filming site.

May’s weather in Haishi was quite warm.

Under the camera’s lens, Shu Qian arrived on the island and entered a modest villa.

Opening the door and seeing who was on the sofa, her smile froze.

How could it be him???