The days the guests spent at Xie Wang's private resort allowed them to experience the hardship of "going from luxury to frugality."
Upon seeing the yacht in the distance, Cheng Jia said, "These four people have returned after enjoying their comfortable lives."
Almost all the guests present knew about Ling Shuangjiang's sexual orientation. Although they had their own speculations before, they dared not draw any conclusions. Now that Ling Shuangjiang has openly admitted it, it has cleared up everyone's doubts.
Stepping off the yacht, Xie Wang walked with a cool expression and headed straight for his RV, his steps exuding a breezy air.
The car needs to be aired out to let out the smell after a long time of inactivity.
He also needs to clear his mind.
Seeing that the car door was tightly closed, Huang Shan asked Ling Shuangjiang curiously, "I feel that President Xie is acting a bit strange today."
Ling Shuangjiang didn't answer directly, but instead asked, "How is it here?"
Huang Shan said, "It's alright, still the same tough life. But I wanted to tell you that I discovered this morning that your RV door is broken."
"Is something wrong?" Ling Shuangjiang asked, pulling her luggage. "Thank you, I'll go take a look."
He walked up to the RV door, looked it over, and tried to close it. He found that the door could hardly be closed, but he didn't know how it had been damaged.
"Director, can it be repaired?" After Ling Shuangjiang reported the matter to the production team, the props director ran over and said, "It can be repaired. We are contacting repairmen. This was caused by the hurricane a while ago."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
Just before getting into the car, Ling Shuangjiang glanced at the RV across the street and noticed a furtive figure, so she hurriedly moved away.
He chuckled softly: "Childish."
Inside the RV, Xie Wang frowned.
The car door is broken, how will Xiaoshuangjiang stay?
Soon, it was lunchtime.
When Ling Shuangjiang took her seat, the seat next to her was empty. Even as more guests arrived, no one sat there.
Everyone assumed that the seat was reserved for Xie Wang.
When Xie Wang arrived, he had changed his clothes.
He rarely wears light colors, but today he surprisingly changed into a white plaid shirt from a luxury brand, paired with white casual pants, and his long legs made him look like a model.
Xie Wang hesitated for a moment after his gaze fell on the empty chair next to Ling Shuangjiang, but finally walked over and sat down next to Qi Yu. But when he sat down, he noticed that Qi Yu was not the only one next to him; Chen Ying was also there.
At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Xie Wang and Ling Shuangjiang.
I was somewhat surprised, and also somewhat puzzled.
Wen Ai whispered to Qi Yu, "What's going on?"
Chyi Yu shook her head at him, indicating that she shouldn't ask any questions.
[Holy crap, what's going on?]
[I, Xiaoshuangjiang, am unhappy.]
[It's alright, Mr. Xie doesn't want Little Frost, I want it.]
[Sigh, this all happened so suddenly.]
[That guy is infuriating! If you've got the guts, don't ever stick your face to Frostfall again, waaaaah!]
What is the fourth male lead thinking?
Ling Shuangjiang, who was chatting with Huang Shan, saw this scene, her eyes flickered, and then she began to ponder Xie Wang's intentions. Chen Ying liked Xie Wang, and Xie Wang himself should know that.
He picked up his juice, raised his eyes, and waited for Xie Wang's gaze to meet his.
Sure enough, Xie Wang raised his head at that moment.
A fleeting look of melancholy crossed Ling Shuangjiang's eyes as she quietly lowered her head, burying it deep within.
The dinner table was quiet; no one spoke.
The audience members, Lin Xueer and Jia Yuean, began a lively discussion.
Lin Xueer: "What's going on? My favorite couple is going to have a bad ending?"
Jia Yuean sighed, "Could it be related to what happened yesterday? Maybe President Xie still cares that Shuangjiang likes boys."
"What's wrong with liking boys?" Lin Xue'er shouted. "I think Xie Wang also likes boys."
Lu Shaoheng, who was ready to officially join the program, smiled faintly and fiddled with his watch aimlessly. His gaze followed Ling Shuangjiang for a long time.
It seems he arrived at just the right time.
At the scene, Xie Wang noticed Ling Shuangjiang's lonely and sad gaze, and his heart melted.
He wasn't an empathetic or sentimental person, but he was very sad to see Ling Shuangjiang unhappy because of him.
Perhaps Ling Shuangjiang still cares about him and wants to continue being his close friend, which is why she is so sad.
To make amends, Xie Wang silently put some of Ling Shuangjiang's favorite dishes into her bowl, then shamelessly picked up the bowl, stood up, and sat down next to Ling Shuangjiang again.
"You like to eat things that are out of your reach."
This move was so dazzling it blinded the audience.
[I misunderstood the fourth male character; it turns out he went over there to "steal" vegetables.]
[I almost had a heart attack; this is the couple I finally started shipping.]
[Turns out, she was helping Xiaoshuangjiang pick up vegetables.]
[That scared me to death! Thank goodness they're both alright.]
Seeing this, Joey teased, "President Xie really cares about Frost's Descent."
"Yes, gentle and considerate," Wen Ai teased. "I don't have any in my bowl."
Chyi Yu raised an eyebrow: "What do you like to eat? I'll get it for you."
Wen Ai smiled shyly and said, "Mmm."
Others might not have noticed, but Ling Shuangjiang saw right through Xie Wang's thoughts.
He knew he needed to give Xie Wang time to process things, and he thought he could take it calmly, but the moment Xie Wang sat next to Chen Ying, he almost lost control of his emotions.
So he deliberately put on a sad expression, trying to test Xie Wang.
So this is what jealousy is.
Ling Shuangjiang lowered her eyes, did not speak to Xie Wang, nor did she pick up any food from Xie Wang's bowl. She only ate a couple of bites and then stopped eating.
Xie Wang clenched his fist nervously, and after hesitating for a while, he said to him, "Eat more, or you'll be hungry this afternoon."
Ling Shuangjiang said calmly, "Okay."
Ling Shuangjiang barely ate any food at lunch, and Xie Wang also had no appetite, only drinking some water.
If the camera focuses on the dining table, viewers will clearly see that the dishes Xie Wang served to Ling Shuangjiang remain untouched.
After lunch, the guests were free to do as they pleased.
Ling Shuangjiang returned to the RV, intending to rest alone. At this moment, the production crew apologetically told him that the maintenance workers could not arrive until tomorrow, and that if he minded the mosquitoes, he could stay temporarily in the tent outside the RV.
Ling Shuangjiang wasn't used to sleeping on a hard bed, so after weighing her options, she said, "I'll stay in the RV; it's fine whether the door is closed or not."
The production team apologized again: "It was our props team's oversight that we didn't check beforehand."
Ling Shuangjiang: "It's nothing."
The beach was very hot at noon. Ling Shuangjiang was reading a book on the tatami mat when she suddenly heard the noisy clanging of metal tools.
He glanced at the car door and noticed a tall man standing at 1.9 meters.
Xie Wang, holding the hammer, didn't dare look at him at all: "I'll fix the door for you, otherwise the mosquitoes will bite you to death tonight."
Ling Shuangjiang suppressed a laugh and said softly, "No need, I have a mosquito repellent bag."
“Your mosquito repellent bag has been hanging for half a month, but the mosquitoes are so vicious at night, it doesn’t work.”
Xie Wang's voice was forceful as he took out the repair manual he had prepared in advance and sat on the ground: "It might be a bit noisy, but I'll try to finish it quickly."
Xie Wang knew he wasn't good at fixing things, so he sat on the tatami mat, carefully observing Ling Shuangjiang's every move: "Can you fix it?"
"Of course." To make repairs easier, Xie Wang changed into a black fitted short-sleeved shirt, the well-proportioned muscles on his arms swaying with the movement. "I looked it up, it's very simple."
"You've worked hard," Ling Shuangjiang said.
Xie Wang stopped what he was doing, looked at him hesitantly, and said, "Are you hungry? I have some food in my suitcase. You can eat some snacks while I fix the car door."
Ling Shuangjiang imagined the scene.
It has the feel of a spoiled young master from a wealthy family persecuting a poor farmhand.
He said softly, "No need."
Time passed by, and Ling Shuangjiang wanted to help, but Xie Wang refused.
Xie Wang's tone was stubborn and determined: "I can handle this little thing myself, you can rest."
Ling Shuangjiang raised an eyebrow slightly, unable to fathom what Xie Wang was thinking that day.
Another hour later, Xie Wang's voice was filled with the joy of victory: "Shuangjiang, I've fixed it."
When Ling Shuangjiang looked at him, she almost burst out laughing. The oppressed, impoverished farmhand she had just imagined was now standing right in front of her.
Xie Wang's expensive designer clothes were covered in rust and ash, not only on his arms and legs, but also on his face, which was covered with black marks, as if he had lived on a construction site for half a month.
but.
The eyes that looked at Ling Shuangjiang were clear and gentle, with a hint of goodwill that was being carefully concealed.
It seems that Xie Wang is still holding a grudge about what happened at lunch and is afraid that he will be angry.
Ling Shuangjiang curled her fingers slightly, feeling a little mischievous. She smiled again, walked to his side, and looked up to praise him, "You're really amazing, it's definitely fixed."
Xie Wang was a little nervous as the two were so close.
He took a step back, put one hand in his pocket, and said casually, "This is very simple, I can learn it in no time." With that, he hurriedly packed his things to leave.
"etc."
Ling Shuangjiang called out to him and took his hand, leading him into the RV.
His dirty palm was gripped tightly by a soft, fair hand, and Xie Wang's steps became unsteady.