Wu Shiyun should have known trouble was coming the moment her right eyelid started twitching. She wasn't the superstitious type—but some things, she decided, existed purely to mock science.
Otherwise, how else could anyone explain why she was standing here under the scorching sun, in her designer heels, surrounded by chickens and people who looked far too cheerful about it?
If this was the director's definition of "romance," then clearly, he needed therapy.
It turned out there were certain things even the Wu Shiyun would come to regret—and mind you, she rarely regretted anything.
She mustn't have been in the right mind when she came chasing after Shen Xiyu in the dating show.
The heat had made her sober, because she could have been partying anywhere else in the world instead of here—surrounded by bugs, mud, and people who thought manual labour built character.
Honestly, if Shen Xiyu didn't fall in love with her after this, she was going to take it personally.
