As the information played through the headphones, everyone had different reactions. But one sentiment was almost unanimous:

"I thought Fu's group had only a few task cards."

"They won like that?"

"It's a clutch comeback!"

Only Shen Xingchen seemed accustomed to this. He sighed, patted Ning Ze beside him, and remarked, "Don't be surprised. This is quite typical when it's Fu Jinxiao we're talking about."

Fu Jinxiao never loses.

This seemed to be a universal understanding.

Upon completion of the task, due to the dramatic antics of the actor Fu and Shen Xingsui, the event trended online, igniting passionate discussions among netizens:

#FuJinxiaoWinsThemAll#

#FuTheActorOnUnsteadyLegs#

#FuJinxiaoShenXingsui#

For the first time, while in the car, Shen Xingsui kept glancing at the trending topic, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Fu Jinxiao leaned over, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Xingsui innocently showed him the phone screen, "We're trending."

"That's expected," Fu Jinxiao said with nonchalance, "I meant, why were you so lost in it just now?"

He was so distracted he didn't even respond to their conversation.

Actor Fu wasn't pleased with this.

Only then did Shen Xingsui realize and mumbled, "Was I lost in thought?"

"I'm sorry, Teacher Fu." Shen Xingsui, always the honest and quick-to-apologize type, whispered, his voice fading, "I might have been too engrossed because..."

Fu Jinxiao arched an eyebrow, "Because?"

Facing the handsome man, Shen Xingsui stuttered and hesitated, finally turning his face away and murmuring, "Because it's the first time we've trended together."

"..."

There was a momentary silence in the car.

Since the cameras didn't focus on them during the ride, it felt like a private space, which is perhaps why Shen Xingchen dared to express himself.

Fu Jinxiao's deep, dark eyes were fixed on Shen Xingsui. Seeing his nervousness, Fu teased with a smile, "Young man, here I am with you, and you're busy with social media trends. You need to prioritize."

Thinking he was being accused of ignoring him, Shen Xingsui hurriedly said, "No, no, I was also looking at you!"

As he turned his head, he met Fu Jinxiao's amused gaze. The handsome man sat leisurely beside him, one arm resting on the car's table, supporting his chin with his hand. He looked as if he was playfully watching a small pet.

Shen Xingsui suddenly realized, feeling a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

Noticing Shen's slight irritation, Fu Jinxiao shifted to a more serious demeanor. "Alright, no more teasing. Give me your hand; I've got something for you."

Shen Xingsui looked at him, puzzled.

Fu Jinxiao placed a wrapped paper in his palm.

Hesitating, Shen Xingsui asked, "What's this?"

Fu Jinxiao succinctly replied, "Sugar."

Shen Xingsui opened the paper wrap to find grains of white sugar. As he was wondering about it, Fu Jinxiao explained, "You've always been prone to low blood sugar, and I've noticed you've been neglecting your health. Who'll suffer when you start feeling unwell?"

Even when Actor Fu gets stern, his voice remains gentle. Yet, he exudes an aura of authority that instinctively makes others apprehensive.

Holding the sugar, Shen Xingsui struggled for words, "I..."

Fu Jinxiao prompted, "Want to try?"

Shen Xingsui tasted a grain. The sweetness lingered in his mouth, as if it had sweetened his heart. Unconsciously, a soft smile emerged, and he murmured, "It's really sweet."

Shen Xingchen, who was previously asleep, woke up and asked, "What's so sweet? Sweet and sour ribs?"

"..."

Fu Jinxiao glanced at him and deadpanned, "No sweet and sour ribs. But there might be sweet and sour abalone soon."

Shen Xingchen perked up, "Really?"

Fu Jinxiao smirked leisurely, "Nope."

...

Shen Xingsui, beside them, tried to hold back a chuckle. Only with Fu Jinxiao did he ever witness Shen Xingchen being caught off-guard.

After all, Fu Jinxiao was an expert in teasing the young prince.

Soon, the car reached the destination renowned for local delicacies. This was Taohua Valley's most exquisite and luxurious inn, built to replicate ancient architecture. Vines swayed in the breeze around the old-fashioned structure, emanating a classic charm. Once inside, a delicate fragrance wafted, making it all the more pleasant.

Only Fu Jinxiao's team had won, granting them the privilege to dine here.

The director informed the others, "Your dining place is not here."

The group was confused.

Astoundingly, after leading them upstairs, the director pointed to a small street stall not far away and said, "That's where the rest of you will eat."

???

The group was agog:

"Director, that's not fair play!"

"Then why did you invite us up here?"

"Director, you're taking advantage of us."

The director, chuckling without a care, said: "I brought everyone up here to admire the scenic views of Peach Blossom Studio. Secondly, to let you all experience the unique local ambiance, and share in the good times."

Everyone: "..."

The live stream resumed, and this was the scene the viewers saw:

"Hahaha!"

"Is there any other production team more outrageous than this one?"

"I'm laughing."

Just as everyone's faces turned green, the director, seemingly having a moment of conscience, spoke up: "Alright, alright. I understand this might be a bit hard to swallow. How about this: you can consult the winning team. Each of you performs a piece for them. If they're satisfied, then you can have your meal."

Hearing this, compared to the initial task, performing was nothing. They were all celebrities, each with their unique skills. It seemed like the production team was giving them an easy way out.

Thus, the performances began in succession.

Tuya and Teacher Li sang a duet, a mix of pop and ballad, receiving unanimous praise.

An Ran and Li Xuan performed a song and dance. It was just okay, but they were generously approved.

When it was Shen Xingchen's turn, things took a turn.

Shen Xingchen said, "I don't have any particular talents, but I'll do a backflip for everyone!"

"..."

The audience burst into laughter.

Energetic Shen Xingchen did several backflips, and, unexpectedly, they were fluid and elegant, earning him rave reviews.

Following that, others showcased their talents. In the end, everyone sat around a large round table for dinner. Afterward, they leisurely dispersed, taking in the sights or wandering around. Teacher Li, inspired, suggested a post-dinner show: "Fu Ge, Sui Sui, you've watched all of us perform. Why not show us something special?"

Upon hearing this, Tuya eagerly chimed in: "Exactly, Old Fu, you can't just sit back!"

Fu Jinxiao, being close to him, smirked, teasing, "After such a feast, you all still want a performance?"

Teacher Li laughed heartily, "It's not just us; the audience wants to see too!"

The mood was buoyant. Refusing wouldn't be easy. Shen Xing Sui was pondering if he should perform something since he hadn't prepared earlier and was now racking his brains.

Fu Jinxiao glanced at the distressed young man next to him, set down his chopsticks, and said, "Alright then."

Tuya smiled, "It's rare for Teacher Fu to perform. What will you showcase?"

"I have some knowledge of medicine." Having seen enough singing and dancing, Fu Jinxiao thought for a moment, looked at them, and said, "How about I read your pulses?"

Everyone else was astounded, and of course, they all nodded in agreement.

The online viewers, on the other hand, expressed profound shock. The chat room in the live stream went berserk:

“Who knew you had this up your sleeve, Fu?”

“Hahaha, that's why you're the best, bro.”

“What other secrets are you hiding from me?”

While Fu Jinxiao offered to check their pulses, he didn't get around to everyone. Their willingness to partake was more out of camaraderie, especially with close friends Li and Tuya, rather than a genuine belief in his ability.

But Fu Jinxiao wasn't just all talk. After resting his hand on Tuya’s wrist for a moment, he remarked, “You’ve been running a bit hot lately. You're probably overworked. Make sure to rest more, drink lots of water, and maybe have some chrysanthemum tea to cool down.”

Tuya nodded in acknowledgment.

Fu Jinxiao then examined Teacher Li, pinpointing his concerns with equal precision. His young fan, Shen Xingsui, watched with stars in his eyes, utterly awestruck.

When it was Shen Xingchen’s turn, after Fu Jinxiao offered his advice, Shen Xingsui immediately praised, “You’re a genius, Fu! You weren’t bluffing at all!”

The group chatted animatedly, the atmosphere lively.

Shen Xingsui, being somewhat introverted, sat on a nearby chair pretending to admire the scenery, while occasionally sneaking glances at the animated group.

However, Fu Jinxiao shifted his gaze towards him, beckoning, “Would Comrade Xiao Jian like to give it a try too?”

Called upon, Shen Xingsui responded with a tinge of hope, “Can I?”

Fu Jinxiao smirked, “Why not?”

From a distance, An Ran was already counting the turns, expecting his shot after Shen Xingchen. To his surprise, Fu Jinxiao had unexpectedly called for Shen Xingsui.

An Ran paused awkwardly, his actions not going unnoticed by Li Xu’an, who snickered, almost mocking An Ran's miscalculation.

Shen Xingsui moved to the sofa opposite Fu Jinxiao, “Should I sit here?”

Fu Jinxiao motioned him closer, “Come here.”

Right beside him.

But no one else had sat that close before.

While puzzled, Shen Xingsui couldn’t resist the opportunity to sit next to the renowned Fu. So, he took a few steps, gingerly sitting close, their proximity allowing him to feel Fu’s warmth. With everyone's eyes on them, their closeness was unmistakably intimate...

Fu Jinxiao leaned in slightly, his deep and magnetic voice whispering, “Give me your hand.”

Shen Xingsui nodded gently and extended his hand, “Alright.”

The atmosphere around them seemed to quieten. Fu Jinxiao’s defined fingers placed gently on Shen Xingsui’s fair wrist. The duration of his touch was noticeably longer than with the others, a disparity that induced a sense of impatience.

Tuya expressed her concern, "Is everything alright?"

Shen Xingchen sarcastically remarked, resembling someone having a fit, "It can't possibly be serious, right?"

"..."

The room fell into silence.

The audience in the live stream burst into laughter:

"Shen, you truly have a way with words."

"That would be something, wouldn't it?"

"Goodness, LOL!"

Even Shen Xingsui himself felt nervous. What made him more nervous was the close contact with Fu Jinxe. He never imagined in his life that he would get this close to his idol, feeling the warmth and aura of that handsome face so closely. Some people remain captivating no matter how many times you see them.

Fu Jinxe slightly lifted his eyelids, locking eyes with Shen Xingsui. There seemed to be an emotion hidden in his gaze, quickly replaced by a playful smile, "It's nothing serious. Just make sure to rest and avoid excessive strain."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, the director's team signaled everyone to gather downstairs, so the group began to move.

However, Shen Xingsui felt that Fu Jinxe had more to say, which nagged at his conscience.

When everyone else had left, he approached Fu Jinxe hesitantly, "Mr. Fu, is there something wrong with me? Did you not feel comfortable sharing it earlier?"

Fu Jinxe cast a sideways glance at him.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Xingsui decided to address his concerns, "It's okay. I'm prepared for whatever it is. Just be direct. I can handle it!"

A smirk formed in the depths of Fu Jinxe's eyes. Walking leisurely, he murmured, "You really want to hear it?"

Shen Xingsui's expression grew more earnest, "I truly do."

Pausing for a moment, Fu Jinxe leaned in closer, his taller frame requiring him to bend slightly, and whispered, "To be honest, I couldn't make any diagnosis."

Shen Xingsui was taken aback.

Confused, he pondered why. Fu Jinxe's medical skills were renowned, having diagnosed others like Tuya with ease. Why was it different for him?

Seemingly reading his confusion, Fu Jinxe's voice, dripping with charm and laced with amusement, remarked, "It's because your heart was beating too fast, darling."