Chapter 135: A New Mission

Song Wannian was already lying in bed when she saw Wen Jingxing about to turn off the air conditioner. She immediately sat up.

“Don’t turn it off, it’s only 27 degrees.”

“Your hands are so cold. What if you catch a chill?”

Wen Jingxing turned off the air conditioner without waiting for her reply.

The air in the capital was not as cold as in Rong City; sometimes it even felt stuffy.

Song Wannian refused to agree. “No, it’ll get stuffy in the room if you turn it off.”

Wen Jingxing didn’t allow her to refuse and finally took the remote control away. Only then did she give up.

On the seventeenth morning.

After a whole night of stormy winds and rain, the rain gradually lessened by dawn.

When Song Wannian woke up, the rain had stopped. She stood by the window, looking at piles of leaves in the garden, clearly already swept by someone.

The sky was a pure blue without a single cloud, like a huge sapphire.

Closing her eyes, Song Wannian savored the cool breeze drifting in from outside—it was truly delightful.

A knock came from behind her. Thinking it was Aunt Li, she said, “Come in.”

But when the door opened, it was Wen Jingxing.

“You’re up so early?” Song Wannian asked.

Wen Jingxing entered holding a cup of milk. “Aren’t you usually an early riser? Are you still feeling unwell? I see dark circles under your eyes.”

Song Wannian rubbed her eyes and nodded slightly. “A bit.”

Her gaze carried a hint of grievance as she glanced at Wen Jingxing. Someone had taken the air conditioner remote last night, causing her to wake up hot many times.

Wen Jingxing smiled and handed her the milk. “Drink this to warm up. It’s cooler this morning, and you’re dressed lightly. Don’t sit too close to the window.”

He always spoke to her that way, as if coaxing a child.

At first, Song Wannian found it a bit odd.

But after many times, not only did she get used to it, she even found herself somewhat fond of it.

Song Wannian had long since changed into fresh clothes—the pajamas from the night before were soaked with sweat.

Yet Wen Jingxing still brought her a small shawl to cover herself with.

After going downstairs, Song Wannian saw Jiang Mingzhao happily eating in the kitchen.

She walked in and asked, “Is it good?”

Jiang Mingzhao had his mouth full and couldn’t answer, only nodding vigorously.

Aunt Li’s cooking was simply too delicious.

When Aunt Li saw Song Wannian, she called out “Miss,” then smiled kindly and said to Jiang Mingzhao, “Eat slowly, no one’s going to fight you for it.”

Her face was full of warmth.

Suddenly, Song Wannian added, “The weather’s so nice outside, the sun is shining so bright—when are you planning to go back home?”

Just then, Wen Jingxing walked in.

Jiang Mingzhao immediately choked, coughing and patting his chest.

Song Wannian narrowed her eyes playfully—she just wanted to tease him. She knew why Jiang Mingzhao chose to hide out at the Wen residence.

Because no matter how much Shen Yue looked for him, she would never come to the Wen family’s place.

Seeing Song Wannian’s playful mood, Wen Jingxing just smiled along.

He could tell Jiang Mingzhao didn’t want to leave.

Actually, Wen Jingxing wasn’t very keen on Jiang Mingzhao staying here either—it disrupted his and Song Wannian’s private time.

But since Jiang Mingzhao often disappeared and didn’t hang around in front of either of them, Wen Jingxing let him stay. After all, the house was big enough.

Jiang Mingzhao took a sip of water to steady his breath, smiling brightly, “Song Wannian, you know, ever since I met Aunt Li for the first time yesterday, I felt like she’s a mother I haven’t seen in years! So during the variety show, I want to stay by Aunt Li’s side…”

He kept babbling nonsense, making Aunt Li very happy.

Song Wannian ignored him—she only wanted to tease Jiang Mingzhao.

Besides, it wasn’t right for him to hide like this. Shen Yue now had a phone; sooner or later, she would spot Jiang Mingzhao during his live broadcasts.

But Jiang Mingzhao was even more cunning—he streamed only when he was alone. Everyone knew he was in a large bedroom but didn’t know exactly where.

Or when he was out on missions, he spent all his streaming time then.

After breakfast, Song Wannian sat in her room watching a drama. Wen Jingxing thoughtfully brought her a hot water bag.

At nine o’clock.

Song Wannian was engrossed in the show when her phone received a group message from Li Weiwei.

Li Weiwei: [@All members, today’s task still relates to the tea party theme, called “Exchange Meeting.” Guests may choose their own guests to engage in a friendly exchange activity. The content is up to the guests, but the guests must be relatives or friends, no impersonation allowed, and the chosen guest cannot be another participant from this variety show.]

Li Weiwei: [Guests who complete the task smoothly will be exempt from tomorrow’s task and can do whatever they wish.]

After reading the task, Song Wannian realized it was ridiculously simple—like handing out points to everyone, clearly designed to let the guests have a “lazy day” tomorrow.

Now, Li Weiwei announced every task in advance on Weibo.

Everyone was curious about what the guests’ lives would be like after the show and who their friends would be.

But this prehistoric, absurdly easy task was a dilemma for Song Wannian.

No other participants from this show could be invited—who could she possibly invite?

The original Song Wannian had truly no friends.

Neither classmates nor family members did she want to invite.

So who else could she invite?

And if she failed to complete the task, would there be a penalty?

Li Weiwei didn’t mention any punishment—it was probably because no one expected that someone would be so friendless they couldn’t find anyone to invite.

Wen Jingxing had also received the message and immediately sent Song Wannian a text.

Wen Jingxing: [Who do you want to hang out with today? When do you want to go out? I’ll arrange a driver for you.]

Song Wannian struggled for a while, then replied, [I don’t know. I have no suitable candidates here.]

Wen Jingxing paused for a long time, truly not expecting such an answer.

He didn’t reply for a while, long enough that Song Wannian thought he wouldn’t respond at all.

But the next second, someone knocked on her door.

Opening it, Song Wannian saw Wen Jingxing standing there, already dressed to go out.

“What's this...?” she was momentarily stunned.

Wen Jingxing’s eyes held a faint smile. “Since you don’t have anyone suitable, how about I recommend someone?”

Song Wannian hesitated, “But would I know the person you recommend?”

“Come with me to the Wen residence to meet the old master.”

Hearing this, Song Wannian’s heart stirred instantly. Of course! Li Weiwei never said two guests couldn’t meet the same person.

(End of chapter)