Let's just make do with what we have.

After Qu Wan and the others finished eating, they rested for a while in the villa before the other two groups finally returned. The two seniors were delighted to hear that Qu Wan’s group had given up the first prize to them. They expressed their thanks and promised to treat them to a meal the next time they met.

In the afternoon, everyone still had to go out to sell farm produce. Only after nightfall did they learn the reason for earning money all day: they would be traveling soon, and all the money they made would be used for travel expenses and living costs.

Qu Wan’s mind raced. They’d earned 789 in the morning and over 900 in the afternoon—just 1,700 in total.

“We still have one day to save money for everyone. When the next episode starts filming, we’ll use this money as our start-up fund.”

“We’ll only manage about 2,000 in two days. Plane tickets are so expensive now—what if that’s not even enough for transportation?” Sun Yuxin immediately objected.

The director smiled. “No one said you must fly, after all.”

Qu Wan began calculating as well. It seemed they’d need to work even harder tomorrow; otherwise, there really might not be enough for even the bus fare.

That evening, everyone sat together, thoroughly exhausted.

“This show is getting more and more ruthless. It didn’t used to be this tiring,” Zhao Shen said, rubbing his sore back.

“It’s true, it wasn’t this exhausting before. Director, is the show not getting viewers anymore? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so stingy,” Zhou Dang chimed in.

[Sorry, but this show is a huge hit—it’s been trending for a whole day and night.]

[Viewership numbers are skyrocketing, and yet Mr. Zhou claims it isn’t popular? Have a little more confidence in yourself.]

[Isn’t everyone here just for the excitement? Anyway, I’m just here to see Jiang Zeyu and Qu Wan together.]

[Same here. Mainly, I want to watch Jiang Zeyu’s fans lose their minds.]

[By the way, Movie King Jiang is so handsome! I’m a fan of his looks now.]

Qu Wan sat quietly on the sofa, feeling the fatigue of the day. Her throat was hoarse from calling out to attract customers.

That night, everyone watched a movie together in companionable silence.

Qu Wan leaned against the sofa and soon fell asleep without realizing it.

Gu Siyuan yawned too, having risen so early that morning. As he looked up, he saw Jiang Zeyu quietly move closer, gently letting Qu Wan’s head rest on his shoulder.

Jiang Zeyu’s lips curled in a faint smile. Seeing their closeness, Gu Siyuan felt relieved. Because of him, Qu Wan had been the subject of mockery for a long time; now, with Jiang Zeyu by her side, some of that guilt was eased.

Still, when did Jiang Zeyu start feeling this way about Qu Wan?

The world assumed their marriage was a contract, and even Qu Wan had hinted as much to him. But from what Gu Siyuan knew of Jiang Zeyu, it just didn’t add up.

And when he’d broken off his engagement with the Qu family, Qu Wan’s brother beat him up, then his own family had done the same. Who could have expected that, when Jiang Zeyu found out, he’d show up without a word and land a punch—delivering a thorough beating.

Those days, his life had nearly been forfeit.

And the way Jiang Zeyu looked at Qu Wan wasn’t simple at all. Gu Siyuan knew that look well—Jiang Zeyu liked her.

When the movie ended, everyone was drowsy and headed upstairs.

Zhao Shen glanced at Jiang Zeyu, who was still on the sofa. “Zeyu, tonight…”

His voice was a little loud; Jiang Zeyu quickly signaled for quiet, and only then did Zhao Shen notice Qu Wan was asleep. He smiled and whispered, “Get some rest tonight.”

“You too, senior. Rest early.”

Zhao Shen had originally meant to ask where Jiang Zeyu planned to sleep, but seeing how inseparable the two were, he felt his question was unnecessary.

Did he really believe the rumors about a contract marriage? With such chemistry between these two, how could it be fake?

Soon, everyone had left the living room, leaving only Jiang Zeyu and the sleeping Qu Wan.

The livestream chat was full of goodnights.

Jiang Zeyu stood and gently lifted Qu Wan, carrying her upstairs and laying her on the bed.

The livestream was about to end.

Jiang Zeyu leaned in toward the camera, chuckled softly, and lowered his voice. “Goodnight, everyone.”

Then he turned off the camera.

[Goodnight, brother! Sweet dreams!]

[Wait, no way, is he really going to sleep with that woman tonight?]

[No! My husband is being tainted?]

[Get a grip, people—where else would Jiang Zeyu sleep if not with Qu Wan? There aren’t any extra beds in this villa!]

[Some fans, I really can’t understand. You idolize someone and think you control their life? If they’re married, you claim it’s a contract; if they’re close, you say it’s scripted. Do you all just want your idol to be single forever?]

[Hmph, is Qu Wan even worthy of Jiang Zeyu? Does she even know her own worth? Why are people defending her?]

[You lot have been digging up dirt on Qu Wan for a year now. Did she kill someone or commit arson? Why isn’t she worthy? Is she not pretty enough? Or are you better looking than her? Don’t you have mirrors at home?]

[I declare I’m shipping this couple! They’re so sweet! Movie King x C-list actress is too adorable!]

[You’re all crazy, aren’t you?]

Jiang Zeyu opened his suitcase and took out his pajamas. After making sure all the cameras were off, he carried Qu Wan into the bathroom.

Qu Wan, still half-awake, mumbled with a sleepy, nasal voice, “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep. I’m just going to bathe you.”

She yawned, too tired to resist, and nestled into his arms, quickly drifting off again.

Does Qu Wan have any sense of shame? Please, with such a handsome movie king waiting on her, who needs shame?

And besides, this wasn’t the first time—she was used to it.

Every time they were intimate, Jiang Zeyu would always bathe her gently afterward.

He dressed her and carried her to the bed. As soon as she touched the sheets, Qu Wan wrapped herself in the quilt, curling up on one side and falling back into deep sleep.

Jiang Zeyu quickly showered, then returned to find Qu Wan sprawled across the bed, taking up all the space.

He could only sigh with resignation.

Even at home, Qu Wan slept this way—restless, always hogging the covers. In summer, it was manageable, but in winter it was unbearable; sometimes he’d wake shivering, not a scrap of blanket left for him.

Jiang Zeyu finally managed to lie down, tucking the quilt around them both. But the next moment, Qu Wan turned over and snuggled right into his arms, her leg draping across him.

He sighed and pulled her closer.

He’d have to get used to it eventually.