Why Should Qu Wan Be Better Than Me?

[Jiang Zeyu is going a bit too far, isn’t he? Sun Yuxin is a girl after all—shouldn’t he be more accommodating?]

[Laughable. Why should anyone give up their wife, who’s right there on the family register, for someone else?]

[Imagine, in the middle of the night, Sun Yuxin sneaks up to your bedside and whispers “Thank you, Living Buddha,” in your ear.]

[Is someone criticizing King Jiang? What are we waiting for, sisters? Get him!]

The barrage of comments was lively and incessant, while Sun Yuxin stood aside, looking utterly aggrieved.

Watching everyone enter their rooms, Sun Yuxin lingered at the door, unwilling to go inside. Just then, the butler from before suddenly popped out.

"Guests, do get to your rooms early and rest. Who knows what the corridors might hold at night?"

Sun Yuxin paled instantly from fright.

Qu Wan rummaged through her bag and handed out earplugs to the two seniors.

Upon seeing this, Gu Siyuan quickly snatched a pair for himself, while Xu Jiawei had brought his own.

Qu Wan glanced at Sun Yuxin’s room—she had run off to complain to the director.

Indeed, Sun Yuxin made a scene with the director for quite some time, but the production team showed her no favoritism. She was given two options: either go stay at a hotel or tough it out for the night.

In the end, Sun Yuxin went into her room in tears. As the door closed behind her, her heart skipped a beat.

The room was brightly lit, filled with various ornaments and paintings. The lights, the decor—they all made her uneasy. She couldn’t imagine what might happen once the lights went out.

Jiang Zeyu, upon entering his room, began a thorough inspection. He studied the chandelier above the bed for some time, then climbed up to check it. Inside, he discovered a water-filled balloon rigged with a timed needle. At a certain hour, it would burst, dousing the person in bed with water.

The walls were adorned with portraits of various Western figures. Jiang Zeyu pulled out a stack of sticky notes and methodically covered the eyes of every figure.

All the trinkets on the table were gathered into one spot and covered with his suitcase. He even inspected the walls for hidden mechanisms.

[Didn’t Jiang Zeyu say he was afraid? Is this what fear looks like? Is he here to stay in a haunted house or to tear it apart?]

[After his sweep, the room is practically empty.]

[I really want to see exactly what kind of tricks they’ve set up here.]

[You have to check out the other rooms—people are already moving their beds!]

When it was time to sleep, Jiang Zeyu simply dragged the bedding onto the floor and made a makeshift bed with Qu Wan.

Qu Wan handed something to Jiang Zeyu from her bag. "Here—an eye mask and some melatonin."

"So you really are here to sleep," Jiang Zeyu laughed helplessly.

"Of course. Nothing gets in the way of my sleep. Not even ghosts," Qu Wan retorted with a huff.

The two of them turned off the lights, crawled under the covers, and put on their eye masks.

Tonight, the livestream would run all night, likely just to let the audience see what might happen after dark.

Qu Wan hesitated, wondering if she should move a bit farther from Jiang Zeyu. But Jiang Zeyu rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

"Weren’t you supposed to protect me? Stay close."

In the darkness, Qu Wan smiled, resting her head on Jiang Zeyu’s arm, and soon drifted off to sleep.

[I’m so jealous—absolutely green with envy!]

[Qu Wan takes melatonin—I can’t stop laughing. If she had sleeping pills, I bet she would’ve taken those too!]

[What does it feel like to be held in Jiang Zeyu’s arms? I want to try!]

[Oh no, I think I’m hooked!]

[Here’s another day of wanting to swap souls with Qu Wan.]

[Quick, look at the other rooms—it’s hilarious!]

Jiang Zeyu and Qu Wan slept soundly through the night.

Earplugs, eye masks, melatonin—a dreamless night, straight through to dawn.

The others weren’t so fortunate. The two seniors had eye masks and earplugs from Qu Wan, and though they were woken up a few times, their experience allowed them to fall back asleep—until morning, when they were rudely awakened by a splash of water from the chandelier.

Gu Siyuan and Xu Jiawei’s room was even more eventful. Too scared to sleep, they kept the lights on, but suddenly the lights went out. The eyes of the painted figures glowed green or red in the dark, the small ornaments began to crawl and emit eerie lights, and the sound of a baby’s wail echoed in their ears.

They endured the torment for half the night, before finally succumbing to exhaustion.

The one who suffered most, however, was Sun Yuxin.

She screamed all night, trying to open the door to escape, only to find it locked. The more frantic her reaction, the more terrifying the room became.

Many viewers spent the entire night laughing in Sun Yuxin’s livestream, though to be fair, it was genuinely frightening.

When the door opened in the morning, Sun Yuxin burst into tears, declared she was done filming, and threatened to quit the show.

The production team halted her shooting for the time being. After being severely scolded by her manager, she returned, crestfallen, to continue recording.

So, in the end, the couple had the best night’s sleep.

Viewers who stayed up for the livestream were treated to a generous helping of their sweetness.

The morning brought a lavish breakfast.

The butler came by, beaming, and handed out bonuses to everyone for completing their tasks.

Jiang Zeyu offered the butler suggestions on a few bugs and improvements. The butler promptly relayed these to the person in charge and gave Jiang Zeyu an extra thousand as a reward.

Qu Wan felt utterly at ease now, knowing their budget was more than sufficient.

They hadn’t spent a cent of the previous funds; Jiang Zeyu alone had earned fifteen hundred dollars, and Qu Wan and Gu Siyuan a thousand each.

They could go anywhere they liked now.

Everyone was delighted with their bonuses, except for Sun Yuxin, whose eyes reddened again as she fought back tears.

She was listless for the rest of the day and looked at Qu Wan with undisguised hatred.

If not for Qu Wan, she wouldn’t have argued with Xu Jiawei.

The two seniors used to be kind to her, but since Qu Wan’s arrival, they had grown distant.

And Gu Siyuan and Jiang Zeyu always sided with Qu Wan, always protected her.

Sun Yuxin couldn’t accept it. Why?

Why should Qu Wan have a better life, be able to marry Jiang Zeyu, and have so many people willing to shield her?

All these grievances were lost on Qu Wan, who neither knew nor cared.

Her only concern was a full belly.

At lunch, they ate well, and on the way, Qu Wan couldn’t resist buying two souvenirs.

She simply couldn’t help herself—having money in her pocket made her bold.

After receiving his bonus, Jiang Zeyu handed everything to Qu Wan, telling her to manage it.

It felt wrong not to spend money, and besides, they weren’t exactly short on cash.

Everyone else relaxed as well; even the two seniors entrusted their funds to Qu Wan, confident in her sharp mind, attention to detail, and knack for saving money.

Of course, Qu Wan wouldn’t squander anyone’s money—she would continue to budget carefully.