A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

Suddenly remembering something, Gu Yu asked Su Xiaoxiao, "What do you think could be in Chen Feng's container?"

Su Xiaoxiao stopped what she was doing, thought for a moment, and shook her head: "I don't know."

"He'll definitely be worse off than us!" Gu Yu's tone carried a malicious anticipation. "A shipping container! A metal box! In the summer, it can get to forty degrees Celsius inside after a day in the sun! He won't be sleeping tonight!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, even laughing: "I may sleep on straw, but at least I have a roof. What about him? A tin roof, clanging and rattling all night when it rains!"

Yang Fan walked over from the villa, looking a bit better than before.

After seeing Gu Yu sleeping on straw, I suddenly realized that my own iron-framed wooden bed wasn't so bad after all.

"What do you think is in Chen Feng's container?" Yang Fan asked.

Gu Yu scoffed, "Do I even need to guess? Even our nice house is so shabby, what could possibly be in his container? Probably just some cardboard on the floor, not even a pillow."

"They might not even have a kitchen," Yang Fan added. "Let him cook with flour? There's no stove; is he supposed to eat raw flour?"

"Let's go take a look!"

They couldn't wait to see Chen Feng's expression when he opened the container door.

Chen Feng stood at the door of the blue shipping container, still holding the bag of flour in his hand.

Jiang Jingyan stood behind him.

The towel on her head had been removed, and her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, with a few strands of hair blowing in the sea breeze and sticking to her fair cheeks.

The red handprint on my left cheek hasn't completely faded yet.

Chen Feng reached out and grasped the simple handle welded to the sheet metal.

He didn't open the door immediately, but turned around and glanced at Jiang Jingyan.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Jiang Jingyan did not answer his question.

Instead, she stepped forward and stood in front of him.

"Chen Feng," she said.

Chen Feng looked at her.

"I'm the one who dragged you down today," Jiang Jingyan said.

Her gaze fell on the blood-soaked gauze on his wrist, paused for a moment, and then looked away.

"I should be the one to accept the punishment. I can't break the rules to get you good ingredients."

"See if you can talk to the other two groups and have dinner with them."

Chen Feng looked at her.

"We're a team, so there's no such thing as holding anyone back."

"We should share both joy and sorrow."

Four words: neither too heavy nor too light.

"Sharing joys and sorrows"—those four words sound so beautiful coming from his mouth!

Chen Feng is so responsible! He could have easily shifted the blame to Jiang Jingyan, saying, "You're holding me back, so you'll have to suffer the punishment yourself," but he didn't!

He said, "We're a group!" What else could this be but a line from a dating reality show?!

Jiang Jingyan's eyelashes were trembling! Her heart was fluttering! Absolutely fluttering!

Sharing joys and sorrows is truly touching!

[Heh, Chen Feng is doing this so he can avoid punishment when he drags his feet in the next round, right?]

[That makes sense! The more generous he acts now, the less likely the young lady will be to punish him when he makes a mistake later.]

[A scheming man! Definitely a scheming man!]

Jiang Jingyan recalled everything that had happened that day.

He rescued her and gave her air while she was underwater.

After slapping her, he dived to a depth of over ten meters to retrieve the ring for her, his hand bleeding profusely from cuts on the rocks, but he didn't utter a sound.

He said, "We share joys and sorrows."

Why is he so good to her?

Was it because she gave him a job when he was nobody?

Is it because they're a couple that he feels responsible for her?

Or is it because of something else?

Chen Feng opened the container door.

The iron gate creaked open, and the setting sun's rays streamed into the dimly lit container, illuminating the scene inside.

Every corner inside the container was clearly visible in the camera lens.

Then, everyone was stunned.

Including Chen Feng himself.

Of course, he only paused for a moment before a smile appeared on his face.

It wasn't a metal box inside.

It was a beautifully furnished suite.

It looks like a shipping container from the outside, but the inside is decorated to standard house specifications.

In other words, the house was just covered with a layer of sheet metal.

The floor is covered with light wood-colored composite flooring.

The walls were painted with white latex paint, clean and bright, and a row of warm yellow spotlights hung near the ceiling, making the whole space warm and comfortable.

There are two single beds on the left and right sides.

The bed frame is made of natural wood, and the bed is covered with clean white bedding. The pillows are fluffy and soft, and there is a small lamp and a vase with roses on each bedside table.

To the right is a separate bathroom, the door is half-open, and you can see the white sink and shower inside.

There's also a small instant water heater in the corner, which means there's hot water available.

Further inside is a complete kitchen area.

A double-burner induction cooker is embedded in the marble countertop, next to which is a sink and a vegetable cutting area.

A row of pots and pans hung on the wall.

It has everything: soup pot, frying pan, steamer, and casserole.

The spice rack was filled with bottles and jars of salt, sugar, soy sauce, vinegar, peppercorns, star anise, oyster sauce, cooking wine, and more.

What surprised Chen Feng the most was the refrigerator standing next to the kitchen.

White double doors, medium size, appearing somewhat luxurious in the container.

Chen Feng walked over and opened the refrigerator door.

A wave of cold air hit me.

Inside, ice-cold beer was neatly stacked.

Not just one or two cans, but a whole row of them, their golden bodies gleaming enticingly under the refrigerator light.