When you marry a rooster, you follow the rooster; when you marry a dog, you follow the dog.

Qu Wan enthusiastically signed her name and took a photo with the young girl, who immediately bought two sticks of sugarcane.

She watched as the girl turned to leave, happiness written all over her face, but not before giving Jiang Zeyu a glare.

Jiang Zeyu touched his nose.

Beside him, Gu Siyuan covered his microphone, gloating, “You got glared at, didn’t you? Seems even her fans dislike you.”

Jiang Zeyu shot Gu Siyuan a cold look. He fell silent right away, unable to help himself but feel a bit intimidated.

A number of elderly men and women gathered around. They probably didn’t recognize the popular celebrities, but found Qu Wan’s lively chatter very likable.

“Grandma, would you like some sugarcane? It’s super sweet,” Qu Wan called out.

The old lady looked at Qu Wan. The girl’s fair skin and bright smile, coupled with her good looks, won everyone’s favor. “If I buy sugarcane, do I get a boyfriend too?”

“What?”

“My grandson's in his twenties already, but still hasn’t found a girlfriend. You’re such a pretty girl—why not meet him? He’ll buy all the sugarcane here for you.”

Qu Wan, delighted by the compliment, smiled so brightly it seemed to spill out through the screen.

[This grandma is adorable! She actually wants to set Qu Wan up with her grandson!]
[Everyone, look at Emperor Jiang’s expression—he’s visibly changed! Is he jealous?]
[Jealous, my foot! My husband is just happy!]
[I’ll buy all this sugarcane—where else can you find a girlfriend like Qu Wan?]
[Are you all crazy or what?]

Qu Wan helped the grandma along, laughing. “Grandma, I’m married.”

“Ah? Married already? How old are you? What’s your husband like? How much does he earn each month? Does he have a house and a car? You’re such a wonderful girl—don’t ever sell yourself short.”

Qu Wan stole a glance at him, giggling quietly. “Grandma, it’s hard to find a man with good prospects these days. Besides, once you marry someone, you stick with him, right? I can’t just abandon him.”

Jiang Zeyu’s mouth twitched, for a long moment unable to say anything.

“Who says so? There are plenty of good men out there. My grandson’s excellent.”

Qu Wan smiled. “Mainly, my husband is very handsome—I can’t bear to part with him.”

“Can you eat a handsome face for dinner these days?”

Qu Wan nodded, still laughing.

“Oh, girl, don’t let yourself be fooled.” The grandma muttered disappointedly, bought a stick of sugarcane, and continued to fuss over Qu Wan, telling her to take good care of herself.

[Did Emperor Jiang just get snubbed? I can’t stop laughing—how can this livestream be so hilarious?]
[Is Qu Wan a comedian? Suddenly, I find myself liking her.]
[Look, Emperor Jiang is so annoyed he can’t even speak.]
[I’ll raise my hand to say this: being handsome really IS enough—who wouldn’t want their husband to be Jiang Zeyu?]

Soon, all the sugarcane was sold. Everyone had thought the sales were thanks to Jiang Zeyu and Gu Siyuan, but anyone with eyes could see Qu Wan’s efforts—she never stopped calling out, chatted up everyone, and acted with no airs at all, just like the girl next door.

Qu Wan, holding the money from the sales, bounced along cheerfully.

“Look at you, so thrilled you’re glowing at the sight of cash,” Gu Siyuan clicked his tongue.

“What do you know?” Qu Wan counted the money carefully, then handed it over to Jiang Zeyu. “Seven hundred and eighty-nine yuan in total.”

“To me?”

“I’ll need to give it to the show staff later. I’m afraid I’ll lose it, so it’s safer with you.”

Jiang Zeyu took it and tucked it into his bag.

[Ha! Is this the hierarchy at home?]
[So, does Emperor Jiang manage the finances at home?]
[Look at Qu Wan’s expression when she handed over the money—so adorable! I’m suddenly a fan.]
[Qu Wan is shameless—how many fake accounts did she hire?]

Qu Wan’s group was indeed the first to sell out all the sugarcane, with Sun Yuxin’s group following close behind.

When Jiang Zeyu reached the meeting point, he spoke up to the other two, “Senior Zhao and Senior Zhou are both quite elderly, and they’ve been busy all morning. They still have to cook when we get back…”

At this, both Qu Wan and Gu Siyuan understood.

“I saw there are eggs. How about we have egg noodles for lunch?”

Gu Siyuan nodded. “I like egg noodles too.”

The three soon reached a consensus. After discussing with the show staff, they headed back to the little villa with their ingredients.

Qu Wan and Gu Siyuan stood in the kitchen, clueless about cooking, waiting for Jiang Zeyu to handle the noodles.

Jiang Zeyu fried a few eggs and began boiling noodles.

Gu Siyuan, who hadn’t tasted his cooking that morning, watched intently.

“You don’t know how to cook?” Qu Wan looked at him in surprise. “Do I look like someone who can cook?”

“That’s true.”

Busy at the stove, Jiang Zeyu was hard at work, while the two chatting behind were much more relaxed.

Jiang Zeyu had been in a good mood earlier, but the sound of their conversation behind him made him inexplicably irked.

Qu Wan cradled a big bowl of egg noodles in her hands. Though she’d had noodles for breakfast, having them again at noon—cooked by Jiang Zeyu—was different. And this time, there was an extra egg.

“What about mine?” Gu Siyuan watched as the two began eating.

“You have hands, don’t you? Can’t you serve yourself?” Qu Wan shot him a look.

“You didn’t serve yourself either.” Gu Siyuan rose to fetch his bowl.

“How can you two be the same?” Jiang Zeyu said lightly.

Qu Wan immediately grinned smugly.

Qu Wan didn’t like eating egg yolks. She stared at the yolk in her bowl for a long time, unwilling to touch it.

Jiang Zeyu noticed, reached over with his chopsticks to take her yolk, and gave her his egg white instead.

“I—I’m not picky…” Qu Wan blurted out.

Gu Siyuan snorted. “You’ve always been picky since childhood. Still won’t eat egg yolks at your age.”

“Mind your own business.”

Qu Wan watched as Jiang Zeyu ate the leftover yolk from her bowl.

For some reason, her heart felt tender and warm.

Witnessing this, the most pained would surely be the fans.

Suddenly, Qu Wan remembered—they were on livestream. She and Jiang Zeyu seemed a little too close. Would his fans tear into her again?

[My brother actually ate someone else’s leftover yolk…]
[Baby, don’t eat other people’s leftovers. Whatever you want, Mom will buy it for you.]
[I thought they signed a marriage contract, but now… I have a bad feeling.]
[Wake up, everyone! It’s definitely a contract—they’ll divorce for sure!]
[Didn’t you hear what Gu Siyuan said? She’s been picky since childhood. Did they grow up together?]
[They must have known each other since they were kids. So what’s Qu Wan’s real identity? Why hasn’t anyone uncovered it yet? Jiang Zeyu’s fans, get to work! It’s been a year and still nothing—any dirt at all?]