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

After a brief silence, the comments section exploded!

[Is this a shipping container?! It's even nicer than my house renovation!]

Air conditioning! Bathroom! Shower! Two beds! Full kitchen! Iced beer! This is a hotel, isn't it?!

[Chen Feng lives in a shipping container? No, Chen Feng lives in a luxury suite disguised as a shipping container!]

Yang Fan: I live in a bare-bones villa with only a bed. Gu Yu: I live in a thatched hut with no cooking utensils. Chen Feng: I live in a shipping container with everything!

Hahahaha! What a plot twist!

[Those who look glamorous on the outside are the worst inside, while those who look shabby on the outside are the best inside! I give the production team full marks for this move!]

Winning is losing, and losing is winning! That's life philosophy, brothers!

[The more overjoyed Yang Fan was when he won the villa, the greener his face is now.]

[Gu Yu was in an even worse situation; while he was sleeping on a straw bed at night, Chen Feng was already drinking ice-cold beer.]

[Chen Feng: Luck's used up? No, my luck's just beginning.]

The comments section was buzzing with excitement, but the reactions of the other guests were far less pleasant.

Yang Fan stood at the door.

Looking at the lights and refrigerator in the container, his expression was as if he had swallowed a live fly.

"Impossible, right?"

His own unfinished villa had cement floors, cement walls, and a wooden bed; there wasn't even a place to sit.

Let's take a look at Chen Feng's container: wooden floor, white walls, air conditioner, refrigerator, and beer.

Yang Fan's blood pressure spiked.

Gu Yu's reaction was also intense!

Why does he get to live so well? I sleep on straw, he sleeps on a soft bed! I don't even have a pot, he has a full set of kitchen utensils? And beer? Why?

Through the open iron gate, Su Xiaoxiao could see Chen Feng standing in front of the refrigerator.

Su Xiaoxiao's lips curved slightly, a very faint smile.

She was happy for Chen Feng.

Although she and he had little interaction, although he was just a struggling celebrity who was about to be blacklisted, and although she didn't even dare to say another word to him.

But seeing that he was living well made her happy.

Wu Yurong was already in a terrible mood, and now that she saw Chen Feng living in a more luxurious place than she was, her face turned beyond ashen.

"Was the production team doing this on purpose?" she said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Jingyan looked at the furnishings inside.

Although her family was a sponsor, she did not participate in the design of any segment involving the guests.

This container was not arranged by her.

It was Chen Feng's own luck.

Jiang Jingyan's gaze fell on Chen Feng.

He was taking out a can of beer from the refrigerator. A thin layer of mist was condensing on the golden can. He tapped the can with his finger, making a crisp sound.

"Looks pretty good." Chen Feng turned his head, raised his beer can at her, and smiled with a youthful ease. "We don't have to suffer anymore."

Jiang Jingyan nodded.

She went inside, where a flour bag stood quietly on the marble countertop, next to a complete set of cookware and seasonings.

"It's very good," she said.

Chen Feng glanced at her.

He originally thought that Jiang Jingyan, a young lady who was used to living in luxury mansions in Beijing, would think that no matter how luxurious the container was, it was still just a container.

Too small, too simple, too unsuitable for her status.

But she didn't.

Her expression was sincere.

The way she looked at the room suggested she was looking at a decent place, not someone who was putting up with a place that was "barely habitable."

"What's wrong?" she asked, her tone tinged with doubt.

Chen Feng shook his head.

"It's nothing, I just feel..."

He paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words.

"You're easier to take care of than I thought."

Jiang Jingyan was stunned for a moment.

Then her brows furrowed slightly.

"Easy to raise? Am I a pet?"

Chen Feng smiled.

He offered no explanation.

But he thought to himself, "So even the young ladies of Beijing's elite circles aren't so detached from worldly affairs after all."

She would risk her life for a ring, would quietly wait with a towel over her head, would say "I'll accept the punishment" when she's holding someone back, and would say "It's very good" to a shipping container.

This woman was not the kind of wealthy heiress he had imagined.

The comments section immediately captured this moment.

Chen Feng said, "You're easier to take care of than I thought!" Is this a declaration of love? Absolutely!

[She wasn't angry at all! She just made a sarcastic remark! If someone had said she was "easy to take care of," she would have already lost her temper!]

Jiang Jingyan's expression as she looked at that shipping container was so serious; she genuinely thought it was good.

[A young lady accustomed to living in luxury mansions in Beijing's elite circles finds a metal box "quite nice"! What kind of amazing persona is this? Unpretentious and genuine!]

So what is Jiang Jingyan's true nature? She's a woman who would fight tooth and nail for a ring, admit to holding someone back, and tell a display case "it's very good."

[The young lady is so down-to-earth!]

Chen Feng opened a can of beer and handed it to Jiang Jingyan.

Jiang Jingyan glanced at him and took it.

"Thank you," she said.

Chen Feng picked up his beer and took a sip.

"You're welcome," he said.

Outside the shipping container, Yang Fan was still sulking in the unfinished villa, Gu Yu was still cursing his fate on the straw mat, and Wu Yurong was still protecting the crooked prosthesis on the balcony.

Inside the container, it was quiet, warm, and had everything.

Chen Feng leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking an ice-cold beer, watching Jiang Jingyan hesitate for a second between the two single beds before choosing the one by the window to sit down.

After she sat down, she looked up at him.

"Flour," she said. "What are you planning to make?"

Chen Feng put down the beer can, walked to the kitchen counter, and opened the bag of flour.

"Guess," he said.

Jiang Jingyan looked at him, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't a lack of smiles either.

She recalled the information she had received.