Chapter 101: Experiencing a Day in Their Life

Chapter 101: A Day in Their Life

Jian Ye heard a commotion on the phone and waited a good ten seconds before someone picked up again.

"Sorry, Ke'er is being mischievous. I hope she didn’t disturb you," Qin Fei said, massaging his temples wearily.

"It’s fine, I wasn’t disturbed—just caught me off guard. She’s only five, right? And she already… knows how to use WeChat?"

A sweet but feisty voice suddenly chimed in, "I turned six last week! I’m not a five-year-old baby anymore!"

"A Jin, watch the young lady and don’t let her run around," Qin Fei ordered with a frown, locking the door to bring back some quiet.

He took a deep breath and picked up the phone again. "She knows how to send voice messages on WeChat. I was too busy before and didn’t have time to spend with her, so she’d always send me voice messages."

"So this WeChat account is…?"

"It used to be mine, but she made me change the nickname and profile picture. Now it’s hers exclusively. I made another account for myself, though I don’t use WeChat much—other than chatting with her, my contacts list is empty."

Jian Ye thought to himself that Qin Fei didn’t need the details—he wasn't that curious.

Such a small incident wasn't something he'd dwell on anyway.

"Since Ke'er is home alone and you’re often too busy to look after her, she's welcome to message me whenever she wants," Jian Ye reassured.

Qin Fei paused for a few seconds. "Mm… about what Ke'er said earlier… don't take her seriously…"

Recalling the little girl’s words, Jian Ye felt a bit awkward but brushed it off casually. "Hey, no worries! I get it. A lot of people have come across my dance videos. I don’t know why they suddenly blew up."

"It’s only natural. It means you’re outstanding. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate your dancing has terrible taste."

Qin Fei’s tone was firm, as if the words had slipped out reflexively.

Jian Ye felt strangely embarrassed by the praise. He was surprised—this seemingly cold and aloof "villain" had just been so free with praise.

For a fleeting moment, he sensed something off, but the thought vanished as quickly as it came. His attention was soon diverted by another voice.

"Babe, who are you talking to?"

Jian Ye looked up to see Yi Siyu, who had just returned home, and quickly said into the phone, "Uh… gotta go. I’ll hang up now."

"Alright…"

*Beep—*

The call ended almost instantly, leaving Qin Fei no time to even say goodbye.

He had clearly heard the voice on the other end. If not for that interruption, they could’ve talked longer.

An inexplicable irritation rose in his chest. Qin Fei dropped his phone on the bed and left the room.

...

After hanging up, Jian Ye spoke matter-of-factly. "It was Young Master Qin’s little sister. She suddenly wanted to call me, but then Young Master Qin scolded her. Oh, right… speaking of which, didn’t you promise to help him find a location for his company in Yun Jing? Where did you pick?"

The man loosened his tie, popping open his top buttons, and replied nonchalantly, "I found him an excellent spot—directly across from Yi Corporation."

"Wait—*chokes*." Jian Ye’s eyes widened in shock. "You mean… directly opposite Yi Corporation’s headquarters?"

"Yes, I don’t know why the Qin family wants to expand into Yun Jing, but keeping them close makes it easier to keep tabs on them. Not that it's our problem, though. My eldest brother can handle surveillance."

Jian Ye: "..." Really squeezing every bit of utility out of his big bro.

Not only repaying the Qin family's kindness but also conveniently keeping an eye on them—this guy’s seriously sneaky.

...

After that, Jian Ye had a chill week at home.

One evening, Huo Kai called Yi Siyu, saying their company was planning a new variety show called *Experience Their Day*.

The director needed to find six people from different professions or backgrounds to trade places and live each other’s lives.

This was an observational, experiential slow-burn reality show with no scripted scenarios, no interference with the guests' actions—everything captured on camera would be the most authentic representation of their lives.

The production team didn’t intend to invite big celebrities; they wanted ordinary people or newcomers to the industry as guests, aiming to create a fresh format for a slow-burn reality show.

But based on market trends, in this attention-deficit world, if the show didn’t have at least one figure with star power and relied solely on ordinary people, it’d probably bomb.

Thus, Jian Ye became the best choice so far.

A dance major still in college, with looks, talent, audience appeal, a fanbase, trending potential, and one foot already in showbiz.

"I’ll have to ask him personally. If he’s unwilling, even if you insist, I’m not budging," Yi Siyu told Huo Kai.

His loyalty was obvious—he only sided with his own partner.

Jian Ye had caught the whole exchange. After understanding the show’s specifics, he was totally cool with it.

The recording schedule wasn’t long, and it was done in phases, so it wouldn’t interfere with his studies.

"Sure, when is it?" Jian Ye leaned against Yi Siyu, moving closer to the phone.

Huo Kai’s voice brightened: "Now that’s decisiveness! Your old Yi’s such a mother hen! Filming kicks off in October. The show’s official page has already opened applications—you can fill out the form for the paperwork. We’ll select you and recruit other suitable guests. Once all guests are finalized, we’ll notify you in advance."

"Got it," Jian Ye replied obediently.

Yi Siyu took the phone back and laid down the law to Huo Kai. He demanded the production team guarantee the guests' safety. He didn’t know squat about TV production—he only cared that Jian Ye’s safety came first. Otherwise, nothing else mattered.

While Yi Siyu was on the phone, Jian Ye started searching for the official application link on Weibo.

He filled in the basic information one by one, then clicked confirm.

However, the link popped up a prompt asking if he wanted to share it on his profile.

Jian Ye’s fingers moved too fast—he accidentally clicked "Share and Post." The moment it was sent, he didn’t even realize what he had done.

After posting, he tossed his phone aside and went to play with the dog.

On Weibo, fans had set up notifications for their fave. If Jian Ye posted anything, they’d receive notifications immediately.

"Jian Ye JY": I’ve applied for the show *Experience Their Day*, becoming the 1,314th guest candidate. [Link]

This clearly autogenerated tweet left the rushing commenters and fans doing a double-take.

Then came the howls of laughter of the chronically online crowd.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Jian Ye threw his hat in for a variety show by Shiliu TV! Isn’t this supposed to be hush-hush? Why did he share it?"

"I’m deceased, I bet a pack of spicy noodles my dude just fat-fingered it!"

"LMAOOOOO! Quick, screenshot it before he notices, girls!"

"Already got the receipts! I wanna see his face when he realizes how awkward this is. How can he be so adorably clueless? I love this kind of naturally ditzy beauty!"

One baffled fan asked—

"I see lots of my friends signing up too, and they shared it on Weibo. Why can't Jian Ye share it?"

"Let me explain for the above comment: Have you checked how many followers Jian Ye has on Weibo? It's not that he *can't* share it, but based on what we know about him, he wouldn’t deliberately post something like this. He barely uses Weibo—unless it’s something special, he ghosts his own account! Conclusion: Our boy definitely fat-fingered it."

Not long after hanging up with Huo Kai, the phone rang again. Yi Siyu answered impatiently, only to hear the other person shouting, "Yi Siyu, why’d your man post the audition link on Weibo?! Tell him to delete it now!"

"Woof woof woof!" Qiu Qiu, nestled in Jian Ye's arms, was startled by the loud voice and went full guard-dog mode several times.

Jian Ye froze. "What Weibo post?"

His stomach dropped. He hurriedly grabbed his phone and saw that the automatically shared post already had thousands of comments.

It hadn’t even been two minutes! Oh no!

Face burning with embarrassment, Jian Ye’s hands trembled as he quickly deleted the post.

But it was too late—the news had already spread, and deleting it couldn’t erase his embarrassing moment.

"I’m wheezing—my mom thinks I’m having a seizure!"

"My baby really… This is like writing ‘NOT GUILTY’ in blood at a crime scene—(laughing hysterically)"

"It’s okay, Ye-bear! We, the Little Leaves, are decent people. We’ll make sure screenshots of this are plastered all over the internet. Fly bravely, Ye-bear, the Leaves will always be with you!"

"Hey, Little Leaf above, careful or the idol himself might yeet you from the fandom! Does Jian Ye not deserve dignity? HAHAHAHA (mentally supporting your actions though)."

"AAAAAH!" Jian Ye let out a gay screech and buried himself under the blanket in frustration.

Yi Siyu chuckled helplessly. "It’s no big deal. Everyone will find out when you’re on the show anyway."

Jian Ye wailed into his pillow, "I know, but this was just so dumb… My fans are all laughing at me."

Yi Siyu didn’t know how to comfort him, so he offered, "My baby isn’t dumb. Even if he is, it’s… a kind of golden retriever energy?"

Jian Ye: "…" Has this man been learning internet slang? I will divorce this man.

Thanks to Jian Ye’s accidental blunder, the show suddenly gained massive attention.

The showrunners might as well owe him a fruit basket for the free publicity—without it, their experimental slice-of-life show might have flopped.

Since the jig was up, the show lost the element of surprise but gained a promotional hook.

The showrunners officially confirmed the news, announcing that Jian Ye was indeed one of the invited guests.

Stans lost their minds, and even more netizens signed up.

Since the show was looking for ordinary people or newcomers, everyone had a shot at appearing alongside Jian Ye!

...

City Z.

Qiu Yuelun, who had just left his racing team, sat in the driver’s seat scrolling through Weibo. The official fan group chat in his notifications was already blowing up with 99+ messages.

He frowned at the messages, "How the hell do you sign up for this...?"

"What? Yuelun-ge, you're going on a variety show? Holy shit! Ah!" A head suddenly popped in through the window, only to be reflexively punched by Qiu Yuelun.

Jin Bo clutched his head, "Yuelun-ge, it's me! You hit so hard!"

"Sorry." The redhead muttered a cold apology.

"I saw your car hadn't moved, so I came to check. What? Interested in this show? Yuelun-ge, I know you want to put our racing team on the map, but putting yourself out there like this is a big sacrifice."

Qiu Yuelun glared, "Who says it's for the team?"

"Then what's it for? Unless you wanna—"

"It's not for him."

"Becoming a racing star?"

They spoke in unison, leaving Jin Bo and Qiu Yuelun in silence.

Jin Bo: "Yuelun-ge, which 'him'? Who is he? Are you signing up for someone?"

Qiu Yuelun turned away, "Fuck off."

He floored it, and the car peeled out, leaving Jin Bo coughing in a cloud of dust.

"Cough... Something's up. My dude's acting sus!"

He quickly pulled out his phone and scrolled through trending—

#Jian Ye Signs Up for Experience Their Day#

*Author's Note*

(⊙_⊙): FYI President Yi, your competition are scrambling to sign up!

Qiu Yuelun: Signed up.

Mo Huan: Signed up.

President Qin: Signed up.

Fish Tail: I’ll sign up too—

Everyone: No way! (Hell no—)