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Ten billion, ten billion, I'll never spend it all in a lifetime~

"Back then, I started with just one yuan and won my way up to three hundred—kids from miles around ran faster than rabbits when they saw me. Now I've won ten billion from you? Not surprising."

In Sun Yanzi's dazed gaze, Zhou Yi finished the final round, rubbing his wrist as he teased: "What's this about fulfilling your promise? Singapore's God of Wealth?"

"…"

The person involved now deeply regretted it—profoundly regretted it.

"I—"

"You already used 'bad feel' as an excuse after the third try, I swapped machines when you blamed bad feng shui, and I let you adjust your stance and posture when you complained about positioning…"

"I—I—"

Sun Yanzi, tongue-tied, stammered "I" for ages, but every excuse she could think of had already been preemptively shut down by Zhou Yi.

Having words stuck in her throat and unable to speak—that was agonizing.

"You're not trying to weasel out of paying, are you?" Zhou Yi smiled sweetly, teasing her emotions: "They're recording over there—you can't cheat."

"…Impossible. I'm not that kind of person."

Sun Yanzi, stiff-necked and pretending to be a big shot, refused to back down, radiating outrageous wealth: "It's just ten billion."

After all, she never specified the currency.

Ten billion yen is still ten—uh, no, ten billion yen is still quite expensive.

Embarrassed and flustered after losing her last pair of underwear, Sun Yanzi grew slightly angry, snapped back, then shooed away the crew members gathered around: "Everyone disperse, disperse—what's there to look at?"

Zhou Yi leaned against the basketball shooter, arms crossed, grinning broadly as he watched Sun Yanzi's frantic attempts to cover up—she made one last desperate bid to save face—

"You know, I just haven't touched one of these basketball shooters in a long time."

"Yes, yes, yes—you're absolutely right." The man's smile grew even brighter.

"... Let's eat, let's eat!"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Sun Yanzi swiftly changed the subject with an ironclad attitude after driving off the curious crew.

What they ate tonight no longer mattered—what mattered was that she wanted to finish eating, go home, take a shower, sleep, and forget this whole thing in her dreams—

Even her own assistant had betrayed her—this was too humiliating!

She must punish her severely when she got back.

"After eating, I'll go over the lyrics again—don't bother me, or I'll mix them up. Your lyrics are too hard to memorize."

Hanging up the "ceasefire flag," Sun Yanzi immediately bolted—leaving with perfect justification, since both "Little Dimples" and "Today You're Marrying Me" had long, dense lyrics.

Don't ask why she couldn't remember the lyrics and had to cram last-minute—ask and you'll find she simply has too many songs to memorize. This was absolutely not an excuse.

"Hm?"

"That's it, let's go, let's go, let's go!"

"…"

"She runs pretty fast."

Zhou Yi chuckled softly—he didn't pursue her further.

This surprised Sun Yanzi greatly.

Had he changed?

But soon, she realized how naive that thought had been.

The next day: the "Little Dimples" MV shoot location.

Since it was a simple love song, the MV setting was just one room—

Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi would sing this saccharine love song inside that room, ending with a scene of them learning tango together on a floor marked with footstep stickers, symbolizing the intimacy of new love.

The MV's opening shot: the female lead, dressed in a white strapless dress, closed her eyes with a sweet expression, then the male lead, in a blue striped shirt, kissed her forehead.

After a night's rest, having forced herself to forget yesterday's events, Sun Yanzi had just sat down to meet Zhou Yi when, the next second, his lips curled upward—he whispered softly: "Ready your ten billion yet? I'll remind you daily—RMB or USD, either's fine."

"…"

Sun Yanzi's carefully sealed memories were forcibly unsealed—again, in front of so many witnesses. Shame crawled from her scalp to her toes, nearly triggering a groundhog scream.

Especially since Zhou Yi had whispered so quietly—it somehow felt like sneaking around.

"Yanzi, control your expression, control it! This is a sweet smile—not resigned, not gritting your teeth."

Director Tan Wei, who had collaborated with Zhou Yi many times and handled the B-side shoot, sighed and reminded her: "You need to show the sweetness of new love—why does your expression look so fierce?"

Zhou Yi immediately grinned like a blooming flower.

Sun Yanzi nearly choked on her breath, grinding her teeth so hard they squeaked—she wanted to bite him right then and there—

"Cough, cough—okay, let's get serious."

Zhou Yi straightened his posture, clenched one fist to his lips, coughed twice, then shifted into a deeply sincere gaze—his sudden transformation made Sun Yanzi, who had just been gritting her teeth, stare at him several times longer, her words dying on her tongue.

The sweet, fresh intro of "Little Dimples" began. Sun Yanzi, after adjusting herself, gave Zhou Yi a subtle side-eye and closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly, waiting for his kiss on her forehead.

"I'm still searching, for someone to lean on~"

"And someone to hold me~"

From the speakers came Zhou Yi's voice—emotionally compelling enough to move everyone present.

Zhou Yi leaned down gently and kissed her forehead—

From his angle, Sun Yanzi clearly wasn't as natural as she appeared—her eyelashes trembled visibly.

This kiss, Zhou Yi gave it lightly.

But to Sun Yanzi's heart, the weight of this kiss was extraordinary.

The moment his lips parted, her heart fluttered slightly as she savored this unusual feeling—her lips unconsciously curved upward, revealing a distinctly girlish emotion that perfectly matched the song's mood.

"Happiness begins to show signs; fate draws us slowly closer~"

"Then loneliness is swallowed, boredom turns into endless chatter."

"Something's changing~"

In the camera view, after Sun Yanzi's voice also emerged from the speakers, she opened her eyes; a pair of eyes that seemed to speak locked gazes with Zhou Yi—when she bared her teeth in a smile, two shallow dimples looked very cute.

"Little dimples, long eyelashes, are your most beautiful mark~"

With the affectionate singing and the chorus in unison, as the song's emotion progressed, Sun Yanzi slowly stood up, her hands slowly hooking around the man's neck, her eyes bright as stars.

The hem of the white strap dress swayed with the woman's slow and steady tango steps; Zhou Yi held a DV in his hand—Sun Yanzi, smiling and singing high in front of the DV lens, possessed a unique atmosphere.

In fact, it wasn't just "Little Dimples."

Even two days later when Sun Yanzi changed into a wedding dress and began filming "Today You Marry Me," the DV's specially tuned picture quality, reminiscent of a deceased wife's memoir, made Zhou Yi unable to put it down.

Unlike Tao Zhe's original version, which resembled a wedding MV from a town-country junction, Zhou Yi's version did not have so many messy actors; it was just the two of them, young people already discussing marriage, with at most some catering relatives played by crew members appearing in the engagement banquet shots.

Wearing a custom-made haute couture wedding dress, her first appearance was in the kitchen; this was the contrast Zhou Yi had arranged.

Sun Yanzi, in a wedding dress, stood in a kitchen filled with various cooking utensils; instead of holding a microphone, she held a spatula, presenting it to her mouth as if it were a mic—

Afterward, a guitar hung over her shoulder, looking rather incongruous.

"Can I interview you for a moment, Zhou Yi? Just interview you."

Pretending to be a reporter, Sun Yanzi, so excited, thrust the spatula like a microphone right in front of Zhou Yi, facing the DV with its deliberately adjusted low-resolution quality held in the man's hand: "Why did you film me so blurry?"

(End of this chapter)