'The production team actually strapped a bomb to my brother; that's too much! Luckily, Ye Xian spotted it, otherwise, my brother would've been sacrificed for nothing.' 'It was Ye Xian who saved Brother Ze... I'm sorry, I apologize for badmouthing him before. I was blind to his worth.' 'Yeah, after watching this whole episode, I realized Ye Xian is completely different from what I imagined. His character is just too good! Thanks again to Ye Xian!' 'Ye Xian really overturned my impression of him, I've gone from black to fan instantly!' 'So touched, sob sob sob, and he mentioned it so nonchalantly, if Xiao Yixuan hadn't brought it up, he wouldn't have planned to say anything about it, what kind of quietly warm-hearted little angel is this?' 'On behalf of all Ze's fans, I want to thank Ye Xian!' It wasn't just Ze's fans who were grateful; Jiang Wanze's gaze on Ye Xian also shifted from surprise to a brilliant gleam. He could have kept the discovery of the Devil Bomb to himself, silently waiting for Jiang Wanze to be automatically eliminated from the game, thus removing a powerful competitor. But he didn't do that, even though before this... He had been thinking about how to eliminate him. Jiang Wanze's hands clenched tightly, his brows and eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and emotion. Why did he have to be so good? The last shot of "Top Flow Competition" Episode One ended with the joy and laughter of FOR. Cary, getting a bit carried away, suggested they have fun in Tong City overnight, which was coldly rejected by Ye Xian. After settling the salaries for the Ghost House staff, she grabbed her bags and hurriedly boarded the plane. Cary, reluctantly following, complained, "Ye Xian, aren't you being a spoilsport? We finally have a night to have fun, and you insist on going back. Once back, Jiang Wen will grab me for the schedule again!" Lin Yan: "Cut him some slack. The filming schedule for 'Conquest of the World' has been pretty tight recently. He needs to rush back for shooting. It's tough." Ye Xian: "..." Lin Yan, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm really not going back for shooting. Instead, I'm hurrying back to take care of the Demon King. Cary getting caught by Jiang Wen to work is one thing; if she angers the Demon King, her life could be on the line in minutes. The flight from Tong City to Imperial Capital only took two hours. The four of them played a few games, and before they knew it, they had arrived. As the cabin opened, Ye Xian put away her phone and stretched lazily, only to be startled by a thunderous noise in her ears. She looked into the distance, and outside the private tarmac was a sea of heads, with four-colored placards and light sticks shining brilliantly above them. Green dominated with overwhelming area and unstoppable momentum, carving out a path in the middle and aggressively extending in all directions. It was like the spring breeze nurturing the earth, bringing life and verdure everywhere, and like countless fireflies in the night, bustling and preparing excitedly to welcome the Elf Prince. Ye Xian watched the fans in confusion, and the fans seeing him, burst into excitement, holding up banners, waving light sticks, and shouting loudly, "Ahhh, Brother Ye! Brother Ye!" "Ye Baby, you're back!" "Ahhh, Ye Baby, please give mommy a glance!" "Marry me, God Ye! I won't ask for the slightest dowry, I'll even pay you!" "Ye Xian, I love you sooo much, I adore you, you're my god!" Cary, Lin Yan, and Jiang Wanze also stepped out and were stunned by the spectacle. The broadcast of "Top Flow Competition" acted like a catalyst—once aired, Ye Xian's Weibo followers grew as if there was a glitch, and his super topic, along with various other rankings, climbed to the top as if by divine assistance, for there is always a market where there is traffic. Due to the fans' overly passionate responses, some staff members from the production team couldn't resist the lure of money and leaked Ye Xian's schedule. Thus, even though the flight was private, the fans found out and blocked it. FOR stood dumbfounded at the cabin door, watching the security struggling to hold back the crowd when Ye Xian received a text from Zhou Lu: Brother Ye, your schedule has been leaked by scalpers online! The airport's so packed I can't even get in. Be careful when you come out. If it's too risky, just stay on the plane. Cary: "What the f*ck?" Schedule leaks and fans meeting at the airport are common, but such a huge turnout, especially... "Ye Xian, how come it's all your fans?!" Ye Xian: "... How would I know? I didn't leak my schedule." Lin Yan looked at Ye Xian: "Congratulations, you've exploded in popularity." Jiang Wanze: "Or maybe we should go back inside the plane and wait until security disperses the crowd." Ye Xian checked the time, "That's not possible!" Who knows how long they would have to wait? And if the CEO arrived at Jiuxi Eighteen Islands and couldn't get a hot meal, wouldn't that be adding insult to injury? "But it's really unsafe to go out now." Jiang Wanze wanted to pull her back to the cabin, but Ye Xian refused him. "It's fine." She took the megaphone from a security guard nearby and shouted towards the dense crowd of fans, "Hello everyone, we are FOR, I am Ye Xian." As soon as her voice was heard, the whole venue erupted into deafening screams, as if the fans' enthusiasm could swallow her whole. Ye Xian smiled and patiently explained safety and itinerary concerns to the fans, calming their emotions. The Green Leaves and group fans, hearing this gentle and clear voice, were all moved to silence, blocking off the more fanatical fans to create a pathway for FOR. The support lights illuminated the path through the middle, with fans on both sides wearing cute cartoon images designed after Ye Xian; their glow sticks waved like little wings towards her, each young face filled with excitement and adoration. It's a pity that the person was too beautiful and the journey too short; the four quickly disappeared from view. Among the crowd, some fans looked at her retreating figure with longing, others were so excited they cried on the spot, and only one boy angrily threw the flowers he was holding, because he had not touched Ye Xian, a twisted light flickered in his eyes. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on n0velfire.net "Yezi, Yezi, wait for me, I will definitely make you notice me, I will get to meet you in person! I love you, I love you too much!" Finally leaving the airport, the nanny car made its way to Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, and the fresh ingredients delivered by Fresh C had already arrived at 2002. Ye Xian glanced at the time; she couldn't even afford to take a shower and began wearing an apron and washing vegetables. Some people can be the center of attention as a big star one moment and turn into the neighbor's little servant the next. Ye Xian contemplated the ups and downs of life, turned on the gas stove – once, twice…why won't the fire light up? Could it be broken because it hasn't been used for too long? She tried a few more times, but it didn't work. Damn! Could my luck be this bad? After such a long journey and all the hassle of rushing back, is the gas stove really going to fail me now? Ye Xian blinked her eyes a few times, beginning to consider the feasibility of fooling Bo Tingshen with takeout...practically zero, his taste is so particular, he could probably smell that it wasn't cooked by her. What am I going to do? In Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, a top-tier luxury car—a smoke-gray Maybach was parked in front of the door, Pang Kai got out of the driver's seat, but before he could open the back door, the man pushed the door himself and got out. He typically wanted to briefly review the next day's itinerary, but Bo Tingshen didn't even glance at him, heading straight inside. Dozens of security guards saluted respectfully as they saw him. Pang Kai watched his retreating figure... so eager? It really is like newlyweds. The elevator reached the 20th floor, Bo Tingshen put down his wristwatch, and headed straight towards 2002, the moment the doorbell rang, Little Strawberry spoke up, "Hello, the master is not at home, please visit later." Those few words instantly extinguished the faint fireworks starting to rise in the man's deep eyes. He picked up his phone and dialed the top number. The ringback tone sounded once, twice, three times, until the fifth time, there was still no answer. The man's face darkened completely, as deep and obscure as his bottomless eyes. The handle of Little Strawberry's door was 'strongly' pushed, the hard metal material emitted a cry, and the door opened. When he heard the buzzing sound of a range hood coming from inside, the man's grip on the door handle loosened slightly. Bo Tingshen stood at the kitchen entrance. Inside the kitchen, the warm orange light fell on the pretty young man with fluffy Little Strawberry slippers, wearing a light pink apron, black hair slightly messy, bending over lightly, one hand lifting the casserole lid, fanning the aroma with the other hand, a side profile of satisfaction on his face. Without realizing it, the cold frost started to recede bit by bit from the ink-like eyes of the man, and a quiet stream flowed gently from the depths, warmer than the light before him. He looked like a 'wife' quietly cooking, waiting for her husband to return home.