Chapter 8 Who’s Shipping Me? Not Me!

The screams and explosions quickly caught the attention of all the guests.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wen Yin only saw Wen Zhi cowering behind Xiao Mo and Jiang Shihuai, as well as the black pot that was ablaze with fire and still spitting out oil.

Seeing the oil splashing everywhere and fearing it might reach her, Wen Yin tried to take a discreet step back.

Whoever caused this mess should bear the consequences.

But her arm was grabbed, and in just a few seconds, she was pulled behind someone.

Wen Yin was stunned for a moment and looked up at the man in front of her.

Shao Yinan was holding a pot lid in one hand, firmly shielding her.

Sensing her gaze, Shao Yinan looked down at her. His eyes flickered slightly, and there was a hint of uneasiness on his face. He whispered softly, "Are you okay?"

Wen Yin shook her head and then turned to look at the situation over there.

Xiang Zhou almost instinctively stepped in front of Li Xiangwei and pulled her away.

[I won't say who's ship just sailed!]

[Did anyone see Xiang Zhou and Li Xiangwei? Xiang Zhou pulled Li Xiangwei without hesitation!]

[I'm the one whose ship just sailed! I am! These two men protecting their wives are so handsome!]

As soon as these words were spoken, Shao Yinan's fangirls became unhappy.

[When you're shipping Xiang Zhou and Li Xiangwei, can you please not drag my husband into it?]

[I really don't understand the logic of CP fans. Shao Yinan was just being a gentleman and stepped in to block. You should know when to ship, okay?]

[How could Shao Yinan possibly take a fancy to Wen Yin, that attention - seeker?]

"Xiao Mo..." Wen Zhi lifted her small face pitifully, her eyes full of pleading, "What should we do now..."

"Quick, quickly put out the fire with water!" Seeing the fire in the pot getting bigger and bigger, Wen Zhi became even more scared and screamed.

Wen Yin was still holding a spatula in her hand. After hearing Wen Zhi's words, she crossed her arms and stood there.

So it was the little schemer who caused this mess.

"Zhi Zhi, don't worry. Leave it to me." Lu Ziqiu rolled up his sleeves, and his eyes casually landed on Wen Yin and Shao Yinan who were talking beside them.

At 1.7 meters tall, Wen Yin was still a bit shorter standing next to Shao Yinan. With all the noise around, Shao Yinan had to lower his head slightly to listen to her.

The man's superior figure stood beside the woman, bending down to listen to her soft words.

It was as beautiful as a painting.

For some reason, a surge of anger welled up in Lu Ziqiu's heart.

He was so stupid to think that a woman like Wen Yin would whole - heartedly love him.

Zhi Zhi was right!

"Okay, thank you..." Wen Zhi murmured softly. Her delicate appearance successfully aroused the protective instincts of the three men.

She had been really scared just now. The fire had almost burned her hair!

Her soft tone made Xiao Mo's face darken. Wen Zhi quickly noticed something was wrong.

She tugged at the corner of Xiao Mo's clothes and got closer to him.

Xiao Mo's expression obviously softened.

Wen Yin sneered at Wen Zhi's little move.

Wen Zhi had really mastered the art of playing dumb, pretending to be pitiful, and having three men on a string.

Wen Zhi clearly overestimated Lu Ziqiu's intelligence. She saw him fetch a basin of water and was about to pour it into the pot when a cold female voice came from beside him.

"Pouring hot water into a hot oil pan. Do you think the explosion isn't thorough enough?"

Lu Ziqiu managed to stop his hand and looked at the speaker.

Wen Yin was stirring the fish soup in the pot, and a faint, delicious aroma wafted through the air.

[What does Wen Yin mean? Is she just watching the fun and not caring?]

[Some people just like to talk but never act. Anyone can talk, you know?]

[Are you crazy, the person above? Wen Yin was just giving a reminder, and now you're saying she's just standing there talking? I've seen people with bound feet, but I've never seen someone with a bound brain.]

Wen Yin really couldn't ignore the fire over there. She even had a faint feeling that if the fire wasn't put out soon, the whole kitchen would be blown up by them.

"Get out of the way." Wen Yin pushed aside Lu Ziqiu, who was still standing there holding the water, stunned.

When her fingertips touched the man's arm, Wen Yin sensitively noticed that Lu Ziqiu's arm was trembling slightly.

She frowned and looked up at him.

Lu Ziqiu's thin lips were almost pursed into a straight line. His tense body showed how nervous he was, and even his face was starting to turn pale.

Lu Ziqiu looked at the woman standing in front of him.

She still wanted to help him, didn't she?

Where the cameras couldn't see, Wen Yin rolled her eyes nonchalantly, picked up the pot lid, and neatly covered the pot, seemingly not afraid at all that the scorching heat would hurt her.

"Put the pot aside. Just wash it after it cools down." Wen Yin turned around and instructed, still holding the spatula in her right hand while crossing her arms.

"Thank you." Jiang Shihuai's eyes landed on her lips, and he remembered what had happened in the lounge that day.

But then, his expression turned cold. He pushed aside Lu Ziqiu, who was still in a daze, and thanked Wen Yin coldly.

Seeing Jiang Shihuai acting as if she owed him a fortune, Wen Yin was almost laughed out of anger. But she still curled her lips, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her red lips were extremely alluring.

"You're welcome."

Shao Yinan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Here it was again, this strange atmosphere.

His eyes landed on Wen Yin, who was checking the fish soup. Shao Yinan couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Could it be that they knew each other before the show?

[Those haters just now, open your eyes and take a good look. Where is Wen Yin just talking and not acting?]

[As a long - time fan of Wen Yin, I want to say that A Yin really doesn't have as many negative rumors as people say. They're all made up by those online trolls.]

Seeing themselves being slapped in the face, the haters started typing on their keyboards to refute.

[Tsk, it's just a small thing. I don't know what Wen Yin's fans are boasting about.]

[Are you okay, the hater above? If you can't speak, just shut up. Don't bite people randomly here.]

[I'm not a fan of Wen Yin. I'm just a passer - by. May I ask if all haters have rabies?]

The guests naturally didn't know about the fight on the bullet screen. There was an undercurrent in the kitchen. The nine of them tacitly kept silent, and the only sounds in the kitchen were the sounds of Wen Yin cooking and the occasional wafting of delicious smells.

Qian Shuzhi's eyes were red. She couldn't help but lower her head to hide her emotions.

Why was Shao Yinan so special to Wen Yin?

Was she really not as good as Wen Yin, that unknown actress? What on earth did Shao Yinan see in Wen Yin?!

The dinner for Wen Yin's group was quickly prepared. Jiang Shihuai was still holding the almost - burnt black pot, deep in thought.

His cooking skills were not very good. He had only wanted to show off because Wen Zhi was there, but he hadn't expected it to turn out like this!

The faint smell of the food kept wafting over. Li Xiangwei and Xiang Zhou had already set the table and were calling Shao Yinan and the others to come and eat.

Qian Shuzhi stood beside Wen Zhi, feeling a bit depressed. She whispered and complained, "Now how are we going to eat?"

"Zhi Zhi, if you can't cook, don't try to be brave, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Shuzhi keenly felt three cold gazes shooting at her.

She shivered and quickly shut up, not saying another word.

"Sorry, I need to go to the toilet." Lu Ziqiu looked a bit unwell. He dropped this sentence and walked outside.

When passing by the dining table outside, his eyes uncontrollably landed on Wen Yin, who was talking to Li Xiangwei.

The two of them seemed to be saying something, and Wen Yin's eyes curved into a smile.

For some reason, Lu Ziqiu felt his heart skip a beat.

Lu Ziqiu stared blankly at the faucet in front of him. Scenes from the past uncontrollably flashed through his mind.

More than a decade ago, there seemed to be a figure desperately standing in front of him.

"Qiu Qiu, run!"