Chapter Thirty-Two: Is the Gift to Your Liking?

It took Sang Yijia over ten minutes to finish washing up. Her waist-length hair was already brushed smooth, and the stray wisps at her cheeks were clipped back.

So, she wasn’t planning to tie it up today.

Yan Ningsi folded her arms, admiring Sang Yijia. “Not bad at all.”

“Hey,” Yan Ningsi only noticed when Sang Yijia walked over, “aren’t you going to put on makeup?”

She herself had made no effort to hide this morning, even putting on her makeup during the livestream, and she was quite pleased with today’s look.

“If you don’t wear makeup, you won’t look as polished.” Yan Ningsi turned to glance at the table, only to find there was no makeup case, which left her momentarily stunned. “You didn’t bring any makeup?”

“No,” Sang Yijia nodded. “I don’t like heavy makeup anymore.”

“Clean and natural is better.” Sang Yijia finished tidying up. “Is there any task for today?”

“There is.” Yan Ningsi didn’t push the matter, simply following Sang Yijia. Just before they went downstairs, she tugged at the hem of Sang Yijia’s shirt. “Um, Jia Jia?”

“You still haven’t introduced me to Zhuang Fei.”

[Laughing, I knew it—Ningsi wouldn’t come looking for Sang Yijia for no reason.]

[What did I miss?]

In an instant, the live chat began “educating” newcomers about what happened last night.

[Of course, that’s our little Ningsi—if she likes someone, she goes for it!]

[I support this!]

[Hehe, He’s head just got greener.]

[Tsk, a little green on the head means you’re healthy these days~]

Sang Yijia had guessed Yan Ningsi’s intentions, but hadn’t expected her to be so straightforward. “Okay, I’ll ask him later.”

“But from what my brother said, they won’t be leaving before the show ends.”

“Wow, that’s great.” Yan Ningsi rubbed her hands in anticipation. “Then I’ll wait until the show is over to find him.”

She still had to give Bian He some face.

Yan Ningsi grinned. “Jia Jia, your brother treats you so well.”

“Mhm.” Sang Yijia didn’t deny it. “They’re all very good to me.”

For the sake of the former original, they’d given everything.

But Sang Yijia felt the original wasn’t worth it.

Still, whether she was worth it wasn’t for her to decide, but for her three brothers.

Yan Ningsi caught on. “Not just one brother?”

“Oh my god, how many brothers do you have?”

Sang Yijia curved her lips in a smile. “Three.”

[Three?]

[Isn’t that a lot?]

[What’s so strange about that? In poor, remote places, people like to have lots of kids.]

[Where exactly did Sang Yijia come from? Some mountain village?]

[Three brothers must have been hard to support.]

[It’s just how they talk. In poor places, boys are valued way more. No one cares about girls.]

[So Sang Yijia’s actually pretty pitiful.]

[No wonder she acts out so much. Probably didn’t get attention growing up, so she keeps seeking it—but it doesn’t help.]

The live chat was getting nastier by the minute. Sang Qiwu, watching the stream, couldn’t hold back any longer and angrily fired off a comment, but it was immediately buried by a flood of new messages.

“Why are there so many people now?!” Yesterday, it had been quiet.

He was fuming, but there was nothing he could do.

The camera in the livestream shifted, landing on Lu Wenchuan in the living room just as he looked up.

Sang Yijia met his dark eyes, blinked, and greeted him. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Bian He also waved enthusiastically, then turned to Yan Ningsi. “Hey, you could at least wait until the show’s over before asking Jia Jia.”

“Now the whole internet knows there’s a field of green grass growing on my head.” Bian He was still joking.

Yan Ningsi, sensing things were fine, cheerfully ran over and sat beside him. “Didn’t the viewers say it themselves?”

“A little green on the head means you’re healthy.”

Bian He clicked his tongue, the corner of his eye catching Sang Yijia walking over to sit beside Lu Wenchuan.

For a moment, Bian He thought of her family doctor and his lips curled into a smile, his tone teasing. “Yijia.”

“Yes?” Sang Yijia, after taking a seat, saw that the table held only plain porridge and a plate of stir-fried sweet potato leaves with garlic—nothing else. Very down-to-earth.

“You have a family doctor?” Bian He drew out the words, glancing twice at Shen Jin.

Yan Ningsi tilted her head in confusion. “Isn’t that normal?”

“I think so too.” Lan Qing smiled faintly, agreeing with Yan Ningsi.

[Wow, Ningsi and Qingqing’s families must be really wealthy.]

[But could Sang Yijia be pretending?]

[How could her family be rich?]

[I bet it’s her brother, and they just say he’s a family doctor. He didn’t prescribe anything last night, just told her to drink more hot water.]

[Hilarious—even “drink more hot water” counts as medical advice? Some doctor.]

“Yeah.” Bian He just smiled and let the topic drop.

That subject passed without further discussion.

Lu Wenchuan glanced at Bian He, then silently handed Sang Yijia a cup of warm water. “How are you feeling?”

“I slept and feel much better now. Thank you for asking.” Sang Yijia accepted his kindness.

At that moment, the production crew arrived.

“Everyone, good morning. A new day!”

“Before we give out today’s task, let’s talk about what you thought of yesterday’s first gifts.”

Each camera zoomed in on its assigned subject.

Lan Qing spoke first, glancing at Shen Jin with softened eyes. “Shen Jin is very thoughtful and takes good care of me.”

“When I mentioned wanting octopus balls, he ordered some right away.”

Lan Qing cast a fleeting glance at Sang Yijia before continuing, “I really liked Shen Jin’s gift.”

[Wow, Qingqing said she liked Shen Jin… or at least his gift. Is that basically a confession?]

[What are you thinking?]

[Qingqing would never confess first.]

[Let’s wait for Shen Jin to make a move.]

[Now that Sang Yijia’s out of the picture, Gege and Qingqing can finally have their sweet moments together.]

The director was very pleased with the response in the livestream and nodded, then turned to Sang Yibian, finding the comparison intriguing.

“Me?” Sang Yijia, seeing all eyes on her, paused and then turned to Lu Wenchuan. “He gave me some green hawthorn, but I haven’t had a chance to eat them yet.”

“But…” Sang Yijia hesitated briefly, “it’s a gift I like.”

“Green hawthorn?” Yan Ningsi checked the trending topics again. “Jia Jia, you can really eat those raw?”

“Aren’t they really hard to eat?” After seeing the trending search, Yan Ningsi had ordered some out of curiosity, but after one bite—she couldn’t even chew through the flesh—she spat it right out.

It was honestly hard to take.

“No,” Sang Yijia shook her head. “I actually like them.”

“Well, alright then.” Yan Ningsi shrugged, just as the camera zoomed in on her for her turn to answer.

Not that she needed to say anything—everyone in the livestream already knew.

After all, aside from the trending topic of Shen Jin and Lan Qing’s budding romance, the “SongSong” CP of Yan Ningsi and Bian He had made it to the top ten last night.