Chapter 249: A Perfect Match
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Inside the female guests' room.

Song Shu and Tong Shi simultaneously turned their gazes toward Sheng Wenyin, who remained as nonchalant as ever, arms crossed, staring at the television with an expressionless face.

Neither Song Shu nor Tong Shi said a word. They exchanged glances, silently agreeing not to disturb her mood.

When Qi Si entered the male guests' room, their television automatically shut off, plunging the room into a brief silence.

Moments later, the host entered, smiling warmly. "Ladies, please come with me for a moment."

The three women were led to a room with a closed door.

The host announced cheerfully, "Behind this door are your husbands for the next two weeks. Once inside, please claim your respective partners and lead them out."

Sheng Wenyin frowned slightly.

Tong Shi hesitated before asking, "Which one is my husband?"

The host chuckled mischievously. "That’s a question for you to answer, not us! How could we possibly know better than you?"

Realization dawned on Tong Shi as she muttered to Sheng Wenyin, "We have to choose for ourselves. If we pick the wrong one, it’ll be so embarrassing."

The host knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Inside, three impeccably dressed male guests sat on a sofa, turning their attention to the doorway as it opened.

The men were all strikingly handsome, but Sheng Wenyin's eyes instinctively sought out the man in the middle—Qi Si.

He wore a gray shirt that Sheng Wenyin instantly recognized. Just days ago, she had teased him at home for being overly formal in it. His retort, "To leave a good impression on you," had left her at a loss for words, and she'd vowed never to question his fashion choices again.

The host broke the silence, "Ladies, who will claim their husband first?"

The three women stood rooted in place.

Traditionally, the one most confident in identifying their partner should go first. Yet with no clear hints from the production team, the risk of a mismatch made them hesitant.

Tong Shi clung to Sheng Wenyin’s arm, pulling her back and smiling at Song Shu. "Song Shu is our senior and role model. Naturally, she should go first."

Song Shu was taken aback and frowned. "As the senior, I should yield to my juniors. You two should go ahead."

Tong Shi waved her hands frantically. "No, no, no! If you don’t choose first, how could we dare? Please don’t joke with us!"

Song Shu clenched her fists, clearly exasperated.

She suddenly had an idea and looked to Sheng Wenyin. "Aren’t you the ‘boss’? You should take the lead."

Sheng Wenyin raised an eyebrow.

Tong Shi blinked in confusion. "Boss?"

Song Shu opened her mouth, about to explain Sheng Wenyin’s self-proclaimed leadership role, but Sheng Wenyin nonchalantly interjected, "Yes. She admires me and voluntarily became my follower."

Song Shu froze.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. When had she ever said such a thing? She had only wanted Sheng Wenyin to take the fall for this awkward situation!

Tong Shi, however, gasped in astonishment and nudged Song Shu’s arm. "Oh my! You’re family? Sister, sister! Are you an original fan of Yin-ge? I’m an only stan—what about you?"

Song Shu’s expression darkened. She wanted nothing more than to slap Tong Shi out of the room. Since when was she Sheng Wenyin’s fan?

Infuriated, Song Shu concluded that Sheng Wenyin’s fans were as insufferable as Sheng Wenyin herself.

Meanwhile, Sheng Wenyin stepped forward, her tone composed. "Since you both acknowledge me as your leader, fine. I’ll take on the responsibility."

She approached the three male guests.

The men, fully aware of their designated partners, had been instructed to neither hint nor guide the women. Thus, they simply smiled politely and waited for Sheng Wenyin to decide.

Surveying the three, Sheng Wenyin casually remarked, "You know, you must be pretty unimpressive if they’re leaving it up to me to step in and save the day."

The male guests: …

She turned to the host, asking, "If I don’t find any of them satisfactory, can I request a new lineup?"

The host hesitated.

The room fell silent.

Realizing there was no alternative, Sheng Wenyin sighed and approached Cheng Jiang.

Cheng Jiang stiffened, his hands nervously rubbing against his knees. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qi Si. Was Sheng Wenyin about to make the wrong choice?

He scrambled to think of something to diffuse the impending awkwardness.

Before he could act, Sheng Wenyin shifted away and stopped in front of Hua Zishu.

Hua Zishu smiled warmly and extended his hand to her, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Me?"

Sheng Wenyin tilted her head but said nothing. She turned to Qi Si, sitting in the center, hands clasped, his cold gaze locked on hers.

Her hand moved toward Hua Zishu’s outstretched one, inching closer.

Closer.

At the last second, Sheng Wenyin veered and grabbed Qi Si’s hand instead.

In an instant, his icy demeanor melted like snow under the first rays of spring.

A genuine smile graced Qi Si’s face. He playfully squeezed her fingertips before standing and interlocking their fingers.

Sheng Wenyin glanced down at their intertwined hands and then at the camera. She rolled her eyes but refrained from letting go.

"Shall we?" Qi Si asked.

"Where to?" she replied.

Male guests had been tasked with escorting their partners away upon successful pairing.

He chuckled softly. "Home."

As the two walked past Song Shu and Tong Shi, Sheng Wenyin noticed the venom in Song Shu’s glare, as if she wanted to devour her whole.

Curiously, Tong Shi’s gaze was even more intense, filled with righteous fury as though she had been betrayed.

Even as they moved farther away, Sheng Wenyin could feel Tong Shi’s heartbroken eyes burning into her back.

She sighed heavily.

By the elevator, with a cameraman still tailing them, Qi Si noticed her melancholic expression. "What’s wrong?"

Sheng Wenyin shook her head, casting him a helpless glance. "You wouldn’t understand. Everyone thinks you’re not good enough for me."

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