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

He immediately dropped his greasy, domineering CEO persona, bowing and scraping, and smiling like a eunuch who had just received a reward.

"Yes, yes, Miss Jiang! No problem, Miss Jiang!"

Li Feng rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery.

"Whatever you say goes! I'll listen to you! If Miss Jiang points east, I'll never go west!"

Jiang Jingyan felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the man in front of her who had been acting like a tough guy one second and then turning into a sycophant the next.

She turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Speechless.

Utterly speechless.

What she wants is a partner with whom she can cooperate and fight side by side.

He is a comrade-in-arms who can calmly analyze situations when in danger and who can entrust his back to the other party.

Instead of a greasy man who only knows how to fawn over her, has no opinions of his own, and whose mind is full of how to please her!

Jiang Jingyan's gaze fell upon Chen Feng.

I wish I could go back to yesterday.

I really want to be in a group with Chen Feng.

If Chen Feng were standing next to her now, he certainly wouldn't say something as stupid as "Miss, I'll protect you."

He would only glance coldly at the haunted house and say, "Stay close to me, don't fall behind."

Jiang Jingyan sighed.

At this moment, Chen Feng is facing the greatest tribulation of his life.

Song Qianqian swayed her slender waist and, wearing sky-high heels, slowly moved towards Chen Feng.

"Brother Feng~"

Song Qianqian spoke.

Chen Feng got goosebumps all over.

That terrifying clip sound!

"I'm so scared~"

Song Qianqian cupped her hands around her heart, blinked her eyes which were covered with three layers of false eyelashes, and put on a pitiful look.

"A haunted house is a dark and scary place. You're so strong, you'll definitely be able to protect me, right?"

As Song Qianqian spoke, she leaned forward, trying to rub her impressive cleavage against Chen Feng's arm.

Chen Feng was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

A smooth left step back.

Perfect dodge.

Chen Feng distanced himself from Song Qianqian and looked her up and down.

His eyes were filled with undisguised disdain.

"You don't seem scared to me."

"Your face is covered in makeup thicker than the walls of a haunted house. Who knows who'll be scared of whom once we go inside?"

Song Qianqian's smile froze on her face.

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.

Hold back!

For views! For popularity! To get some screen time from this crazy bastard!

"Oh dear, Brother Feng, why are you saying that about me?"

Song Qianqian launched another attack, taking a step forward and pouting her bright red lips.

"How could that be? I'm a girl! Of course a delicate girl would be afraid of ghosts!"

Looking at Song Qianqian's affected face, Chen Feng felt that his patience had reached its limit.

"How old are you?"

Chen Feng suddenly asked a question.

Song Qianqian was taken aback.

She then covered her mouth and laughed shyly.

"Ugh~"

Song Qianqian swayed her body awkwardly.

"Don't you know you shouldn't ask a girl's age casually? It's a secret~"

Song Qianqian winked at Chen Feng.

"Then guess how old you think it is?"

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly.

Her eyes were as sharp as an X-ray machine, as if trying to see through the hyaluronic acid and Botox on her face.

Chen Feng uttered two cold numbers.

"38".

The air suddenly became quiet.

The shy look on Song Qianqian's face froze instantly.

"I...I hate it!"

Song Qianqian's voice trembled slightly, and she could barely maintain her interjections.

"You're exaggerating her age! How could she possibly be 38?"

Song Qianqian forced a smile, trying to salvage the situation.

"Actually, I'm only 18 years old this year~ I'm still a baby~"

Chen Feng sneered.

"18? Are you out of your mind or something?"

Chen Feng pointed at Song Qianqian's face.

"Look at your deep nasolabial folds, look at your caked-on makeup around your eyes, and look at your affected posture!"

"You call this 18? The year on your ID card is from the Qing Dynasty, isn't it?!"

"So this is what 38 looks like!"

Chen Feng paused for a moment, then delivered the fatal blow.

"Saying you're 38 is an understatement; judging by your condition, you're clearly 83!"

Song Qianqian's lips twitched, and her whole body turned bright red!

She felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger!

38?! 83?!

This straight man is such a jerk! This lunatic! This blind man with no sense of aesthetics!

In her mind, Song Qianqian screamed, cursed, and insulted Chen Feng's ancestors for eighteen generations.

How dare they talk to her like that!

She is none other than Song Qianqian, who is known as the "Goddess of Geeks"!

Yesterday, when that damned Chen Feng spoke to that vixen Jiang Jingyan, his tone was so gentle it was almost dripping with tenderness!

Why does it become a combination of physical attack and magic penetration when it comes to her?!

Double standard!

Blatant double standards!

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Feng is currently the most popular and highest-traffic guest on the entire show, I would never want to form this ridiculous CP with him!

Song Qianqian took several deep breaths before she managed to keep from losing her temper on the spot.

"Brother Feng is really joking..."

Song Qianqian gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words before turning her head away, ignoring Chen Feng.

If she said one more word, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist taking out her makeup remover and splashing it on his face!

At this point, the chat in the live stream had completely gone crazy.

The screen was completely covered by a dense barrage of comments, making it impossible to see the image.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Chen Feng is awesome!!!]

【I can't stand it anymore! Someone throw this clipped sound out of here! It makes me want to vomit!】

Chen Feng was clearly disgusted! That step back was textbook-perfect for preventing harassment!

[Holy crap, 38! Chen Feng's mouth must be poisoned! That's too ruthless!]

[38 seems conservative! This is clearly 83! Brother Feng has a keen eye!]

[I think she should be in her coffin! This old lady is still acting like an 18-year-old, ugh!]

[Song Qianqian's face turned green! Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! She's about to shatter!]

[Awesome! So awesome! I love watching Chen Feng tear apart those scheming women! Well done, Brother Feng!]

[Look at Li Feng over there with Jiang Jingyan, he's an absolute jerk! This production team is crazy, they deliberately find weirdos to torture normal people, right?]

[What a chaotic scene! I can't wait to see them go into the haunted house! It'll definitely be more exciting than the Spring Festival Gala!]

Director Wang couldn't stop smiling as he watched the number of online viewers soar and the barrage of comments scrolling across the screen.

Yes! That's the effect!

Let's tear it apart! Let's argue!

And that's how the ratings came about!

"Alright, everyone!"

Director Wang raised the megaphone and announced loudly.

"Now that everyone is ready, the Couples' Courage Challenge officially begins!"

"Please proceed to the haunted house according to your assigned groups!!"

The group traveled by car to their destination.

Fifteen minutes later.

At the entrance of the haunted house.

The dilapidated door, stained with an unidentified dark red liquid, creaked open slowly, emitting a terrifying sound.

A cold wind blew out from under the door.

Wu Yurong screamed and closed her eyes tightly.

Gu Yu swallowed hard, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yang Fan straightened his collar and strode forward with an air of indifference.

Su Xiaoxiao followed behind, her face calm.

Li Feng rubbed his hands together, following behind Jiang Jingyan with a fawning expression: "Miss Jiang, please go first, I'll protect you from behind!"

Jiang Jingyan walked in with a cold face.

Chen Feng stood at the doorway, looking at the dark entrance, and then glanced at Song Qianqian, who was still sulking beside him.

"Come on, 18-year-old baby."

Chen Feng sneered.

"Go see if there are any ghosts your age inside."

Song Qianqian was so angry she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

She glared at Chen Feng fiercely, then stormed into the haunted house in her high heels.

Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets and slowly followed them inside.

It’s just a good show.