She picked up her bag from the table and apologized to the panting Mr. Yuan.

“Uncle Yuan, Weiwei invited me over today to help her break off the engagement. Since the objective has been achieved, I’ll take my leave now.”

“Don’t be too angry. It’s better to see Kuang Shuyu’s true colors before the marriage than for Weiwei to suffer heartbreak afterward. Please let her know I’ve left. Goodbye!”

She had anticipated Mr. Yuan might get angry, but she hadn’t expected him to throw ashtrays and smash vases. No wonder Yuan Weiwei seemed a bit scared of her father. Her earlier comment about feather dusters might have hit closer to home than intended. It was best to make a quiet exit.

Mr. Yuan, in his forties, was not very active, so after his brief “workout,” he was already out of breath. He waved a hand dismissively.

“Given the circumstances, it’s indeed inconvenient to keep you here today, but you’ve done Weiwei a great favor. I’ll personally visit with Weiwei another day to thank you.”

“And about that recording, could you send it to me? Since Kuang Shuyu wants my family to issue a public statement about the broken engagement, I’ll make sure his name is well known!”

On the battlefield of business, Mr. Yuan was decisive and ruthless. He had no sympathy for Kuang Shuyu. Anyone daring to target his only beloved daughter would pay the price.

Mu Wan guessed his intentions and thought that, in hindsight, she should have handed over the recording earlier. With Mr. Yuan’s sharp methods, the matter would have been handled swiftly, unlike Yuan Weiwei, who only cried and dragged her colleagues into the mess.

“Alright, Uncle Yuan.”

After Mu Wan left, Yuan Weiwei emerged from the bathroom, her eyes swollen and red, having clearly cried her heart out. Seeing Mu Wan gone, she breathed a sigh of relief but looked nervously at her father, whose face was grim.

“Dad…”

Mr. Yuan beckoned her over, his expression dark.

“Come here!”

Yuan Weiwei realized she had caused a big mess this time. She cautiously inched closer, ready to rely on her usual tactic of acting coy to get away with it. Although her father doted on her, he was also known for being strict when punishing her.

Her first childhood punishment had come from him wielding a feather duster after she bullied a classmate, calling them a poor kid who couldn’t afford lunch.

But to her surprise, Mr. Yuan gently hugged her and sighed.

“My precious daughter has been wronged.”

Yuan Weiwei froze. Her tears, which had momentarily stopped, began flowing again. All the grievances she had bottled up since hearing that recording came pouring out.

“Dad, I really liked him… How could he treat me like this?”

Mr. Yuan patted his daughter’s back, his face full of heartache. His treasure, cherished and adored at home, had been trampled by someone else. He regretted not having a weapon in his hand earlier; otherwise, he would’ve cut that scumbag down.

After comforting his daughter, he immediately tasked someone to gather photos of Kuang Shuyu’s secret chaotic lifestyle. He planned to host a press conference, invite every media outlet, and use a 300-page PowerPoint presentation to explain in detail why the Yuan family had decided to call off the engagement.

—

Meanwhile, Mu Wan, unaware that her little bombshell was about to cause a massive explosion, returned to her office job.

As the final episodes of Travel the world aired, Fang Li’s behavior sparked significant discussion online.

Some viewers found her antics as a “little drama queen” quite endearing, especially since the rest of the team seemed to indulge her, making her appear like a spoiled favorite.

Others found her unbearably annoying—lazy, gluttonous, and constantly ruining the mood. They felt she was a glaring mismatch with the other four members, akin to a rat ruining a pot of soup.

In their group chat, everyone was busy comforting Fang Li.

Fang Li herself seemed nonchalant:

[Fang Li]: Don’t worry. I knew I’d annoy people with my behavior back then. Honestly, the production team was kind—they added captions and emojis to make me seem cute.

[Fang Li]: That said, my manager is pretty brilliant. Bad publicity is still publicity. My Weibo hasn’t been this lively since I debuted.

[Zhou Yang]: So, do you regret it? Are you calling off your contract termination?

[Fang Li]: Oh, I’m definitely still terminating it. The more famous you get, the harder it is to break free from this company. I’m not staying longer than I need to.

[Li Shuqin]: Then focus on your studies.

[Fang Li]: Got it, Sister Shuqin. But you sound like one of those relatives who hand kids homework books during the holidays.

[Li Shuqin]: 🙂 You might not know this, but my mom is a professor at your school—in the acting department. If you’ve made yourself known to her, she might give you special attention.

[Fang Li]: !!! Sister Shuqin, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?! Oh no, I skipped one of her classes last week!

[Li Shuqin]: Heh.

[Zhou Yang]: @LiShuqin Wait, I didn’t know Auntie took a teaching job at the university?

[Li Shuqin]: Heh.

[Zhong Yi/Fang Li/Mu Wan]: Wait a minute, what’s your relationship exactly?

[Li Shuqin]: Didn’t I mention it? Zhou Yang is my cousin. His mom and mine are sisters.

[Zhong Yi/Fang Li/Mu Wan]: …

[Li Shuqin]: Isn’t it obvious?

[Zhong Yi/Fang Li/Mu Wan]: Not at all!

The chat group erupted in banter, with Mu Wan picking up some juicy gossip about the entertainment industry as a bonus.

—

Meanwhile, in a hotel suite in H Country, the ST team had just narrowly defeated a professional team from Y Country. Returning to the suite, Zhang Qinan and Yang An locked the door.

The five team members sat on the sofa as Kuang Ye, seated opposite, spoke candidly.

“As I promised before, now that we’ve won this match, I’ll explain why I withdrew from the global championship.”

He raised his right hand.

“Because my hand injury has relapsed.”

“What?!”

Everyone was stunned.