Chapter 2018: My Wife Keeps Throwing Herself Into My Arms Every Day 08

In the afternoon, Qiao Yu returned to the set and hurried off to find Jin Chen.

But he just bumped into Ning Tong, who looked downcast as she came out of Jin Chen's resting room.

"Senior Qiao," Ning Tong forced a smile, glanced behind him, her eyes flickered then drooped.

"Don't bother looking; I don't know where Tan Du is."

Qiao Yu wasn't polite at all, gesturing for Ning Tong to step aside, but he heard him say: "Senior Qiao, are you looking for Senior Jin Chen? He said he just rested and isn't seeing anyone."

Ning Tong, being considerate, also asked: "Besides, Senior Qiao, you don't have any scenes today, so why did you come over?"

The male lead said a lot, and Qiao Yu latched onto the earlier line about not seeing anyone.

The resting room door opened; Song Zhu walked out and closed it again, seeing Qiao Yu she immediately thought of something and said somewhat embarrassedly: "Teacher Qiao, our Jin Ge really said…… he isn't seeing anyone."

"Why?" Qiao Yu asked, feeling anxious.

〖System, how much life is left? 〗

〖There are 31 minutes left; who made you insist on sleeping before coming over? 〗

Just the extreme gambler Xiao Qiao.

Qiao Yu pursed his lips.

Song Zhu tossed aside his finished coffee cup, seeing Qiao Yu really anxious, he whispered a reminder: "It seems Jin Ge suddenly became unhappy, and he's looked at your Weibo several times."

Ning Tong, who had been about to leave, paused his steps, glanced at Song Zhu without a trace, frowned with displeasure and reluctance, and his fragile, bully‑able aura diminished a bit.

How come when he just asked, this assistant said nothing at all?

"Look at my Weibo?" Qiao Yu opened his phone and went to Weibo, then realized he still hadn't finished the extra task, but although Jin Chen had looked several times, he hadn't followed back.

Qiao Yu felt even more dejected, a gloomy aura emanating from his hair.

Seeing this, Ning Tong raised a smile and advised: "Senior Qiao, maybe you should just go back; perhaps Movie Emperor Jin is busy with something."

Qiao Yu bit the tip of his tongue, looking anxiously at the tightly closed resting‑room door.

He suddenly realized that he and Jin Chen were not really acquainted now, not even close friends, and if Jin Chen truly didn't want to see him……

Then Xiao Qiao would really be done for.

Just then, the resting‑room door was suddenly pushed open.

Qiao Yu jerked his head up, a faint red in his eyes as he looked at Jin Chen appearing before him, about to write his grievance all over his face.

Jin Chen frowned, his lashes casting a frosty shadow as they drooped; though there was no trace of his usual smile, he instinctively asked: "Why are you crying?"

Even if my wife were to go on a love show with someone else, I wouldn't cry.

Qiao Yu's gaze drooped; for some reason he had lost the drive of the past few days, perhaps because he wasn't feeling that indulgence.

〖There are 25 minutes left; don't hesitate, charge forward bravely! 〗

Today's task is to have the target initiate a hug, lasting three minutes.

Qiao Yu took a deep breath, grabbed Jin Chen's shirt hem, looked up and asked: "Teacher Jin, why aren't you happy?"

Jin Chen couldn't help pinching his face, lowering his voice: "Probably because of a certain fickle little liar."

The little liar himself was completely unaware, knitting his brows, his sense of grievance growing stronger.

"You were deceived by someone else, so why didn't you see me?"

Jin Chen: "……"

"You can't take your anger out on me." Qiao Yu tried to reason.

"Fine, I won't take my anger out on you," Jin Chen said helplessly, "so why are you crying then?"

Qiao Yu pressed his lips, humming softly as if whispering, "If you hug me once, I won't cry."

Otherwise I'll really cry for you to see.

Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him for a few moments, then chuckled: "The same hug as that day?"

Qiao Yu raised his hand, pinky finger out, haggling: "Longer than that day… a bit more."

There's also a time requirement.

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, enveloping the all‑over‑grievance Xiao Qiao in his arms.

Qiao Yu instantly felt dazed again, his nose almost bumping into the big killer's shoulder, so he hurriedly turned his head and buried it to the side.

Ah…… the feeling of safety.

Having watched the whole scene, Song Zhu let out a silent burp, wearing an expression that said "as expected."

His Jin Ge has totally fallen.

Ning Tong's complexion wasn't so good; he bit his lip for several seconds before maintaining his expression: "Senior Jin, tomorrow morning is our opposing scene; I have a few points I don't quite understand, I'd like to ask you."

No, no, Xiao Qiao hasn't even come alive yet!

Qiao Yu, afraid Jin Chen might run, buried himself deeper in the embrace, his unease nearly spilling over.

Jin Chen patted the back of his head soothingly, speaking softly: "I'm not responsible for improving acting; if you don't understand the plot, go ask the screenwriter."

Ning Tong: "……"

"But you're not like that with Senior Qiao; what am I doing wrong?"

Ning Tong's voice trembled with tears as he looked weakly at Jin Chen.

Qiao Yu, buried in Jin Chen's embrace, blinked silently, feeling the words were somewhat familiar.

Oh, the male lead's conversion skill.

He shifted his head again, trying to interrupt this conversion, but he didn't expect the big killer to be so clear‑headed.

"On what basis do you think you can compare yourself to Qiao Yu?"

Jin Chen's cold, clear voice exploded right beside his ear.

An outright blunt sentence.

Not only was Ning Tong incredulous, Qiao Yu was also startled, his heart jolted and his eyes widened slightly.

This is the legendary favoritism, right?

The trump card turned into a fox spirit again.

Qiao Yu tightened his grip on the corner of his clothes, hearing Ning Tong hurry away, and the unseen surroundings fell silent.

Then a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere spread, even more intense than yesterday during filming.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total now 20!】

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total now 65!】

Jin Chen lightly stroked Qiao Yu's back, lowered his gaze to look at him, and said, "Had enough, little Qiao teacher?"

"... Wait, just wait a moment."

Qiao Yu wouldn't lift his head, his voice turned a little strange, soft and feeble.

But three minutes isn't long at all.

Before Qiao Yu's dazed brain could recover, the system announced that the time was up.

Qiao Yu slowly relaxed his hold on the corner of his clothes, still not withdrawing from his embrace, he gazed up at him in that pose, his long lashes a little wet.

"Teacher Jin, may I ask you a question?"

"Huh."

"If a variety show invited you now, and… and still wanted you to pretend to be a couple with me, would you agree?"

Qiao Yu said this, utterly lacking confidence.

As his cousin Lu Mou would say upon hearing this: it's like asking a lofty flower to play house—you'd have better luck praying at a temple.

The overly nervous Teacher Qiao failed to notice Jin Chen's surprise.

In a flash, Jin Chen worked out all the crucial points.

Qiao Yu didn't sign a breach-of-contract agreement; he wanted to replace the guest, not appear on the show with Tan Du.

Thinking back to how he'd just called the other person a little con artist, Jin Chen inexplicably felt a bit guilty, coughed lightly, and asked, "Which variety show? Why the sudden invitation?"

"The Heartbeat Arena, we signed the contract three months ago, but now I've broken up with Tan Du, so…" Qiao Yu muttered, eyes lifted with hope, "so I can only find someone to pretend to be my lover."

What Qiao Yu didn't say was that the rules of the Heartbeat Arena also apply to single guests; now he only hopes that the lofty flower hasn't seen such a tacky variety show.

"I agree."

Jin Chen held Qiao Yu a little tighter, brushing his lips against a strand of hair in a kiss so light it went unnoticed.

"I agree to sign the lover's contract with you."