Returning to Taiwan in 2000 as a patriotic artist

"Lin Yichen, 8.4 points."

The entire audience burst into applause.

8.4 points is the highest score so far, enough for Lin Yichen to enter the semi-finals.

When she walked off the stage, her steps were unsteady, and she almost tripped on the steps.

Backstage, Lin Yichen immediately sent Gu Bei a text message: "I passed!!! 8.4 points! Ahhh!"

Gu Bei saw the message, smiled, and replied, "Congratulations."

After the competition, Lin Yichen changed back into her own clothes, ran out from backstage, and found Gu Bei at the entrance of the studio.

"Gu Bei!" She ran out of breath, her chest swaying slightly with each step.

"I'm so happy, so incredibly happy."

"I saw it." Gu Bei smiled. "You did well; you have a real talent for being a star."

"Let's go eat, this meal is on me."

It was already dark when the game ended.

"Hehehe..." Lin Yichen chuckled twice and got into the car with Gu Bei.

The two found a small restaurant nearby and ordered a few home-style dishes.

After dinner, we found a small park nearby and strolled around.

In the darkness of night, two figures, one tall and one short, walked and talked.

Gu Bei and Lin Yichen talked about "Meteor Garden".

Have you researched the character of Daoming Zhuang?

"Yes, I've been studying it." Lin Yichen took out a notebook from her bag and opened it. "I copied down all of Daoming Zhuang's lines and marked the emotions and actions."

Gu Bei glanced at it; the notebook was filled with dense writing, and some parts were highlighted with different colored pens.

"good."

He nodded. "Besides the lines, the most important thing about the character of Daoming Zhuang is his temperament."

"Huh? What should we do then?" Lin Yichen tilted her head, suddenly feeling a little deflated.

Her air of being a rich young lady is as small as a sesame seed!

Gu Bei found her expression somewhat amusing. "Just play yourself. You don't need to pretend to be a rich young lady."

"Just act the way you normally treat your younger brother."

Then, the cute and fierce version of Daoming Zhuang will naturally appear on the TV screen.

"Really?" Lin Yichen asked, somewhat incredulous.

The two stood at the edge of the woods, and Lin Yichen decided to perform an impromptu piece.

"Cough cough"

She cleared her throat and gave Gu Bei a sweet, feignedly angry expression:

"Domyouji, do you even know who you're talking to?"

"I'm your older sister!"

"In this house, my word is law!"

After saying that, Lin Yichen raised his fist, making a gesture as if he wanted to hit someone.

"Hahaha... Wow... So cringeworthy!"

"Hahaha..." Lin Yichen laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight. "I can't take it anymore!"

Gu Bei smiled too, and the image of the Taiwanese policewoman shouting "Don't run!" in a high-pitched voice flashed through his mind.

Saying the toughest things in a soft, cute voice—that's pretty much the feeling.

"Yes, that's the feeling." He nodded in affirmation.

After laughing for a while, Lin Yichen, with her sharp eyes, spotted several couples kissing in the woods under the cover of night.

"They're dating..." she said enviously, her mind wandering.

Gu Bei reached out his finger and flicked her head.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Gu Bei, you bad guy, why did you flick me?"

Gu Bei looked at Lin Yichen holding her head and thought it was quite cute.

"Cough cough"

He coughed twice, feigning seriousness, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Minors are not allowed to date.

"But she'll be an adult on October 29th!" Lin Yichen said, holding her head in frustration. "Besides, she didn't say she wanted to date..."

"Fine, I guess I misunderstood you." Gu Bei said helplessly.

The night was hazy, and the stars shone brightly.

The two strolled around the park for a while, and then Gu Bei drove Lin Yichen back to her rented apartment.

Watching her wave goodbye and skip upstairs, Gu Bei started the car again and drove back to the suburban villa area of ​​Taipei.

It was already past eight o'clock when I got home.

The lights were on in Sister Yang's villa, but it was quieter than usual.

Gu Bei paused for a moment, deciding to go inside and sit for a while before leaving.

He swiped his card to enter, changed into slippers, and walked towards the living room while taking out his phone.

A new text message appeared on the phone screen:

Gu Bei, how have you been lately?

Even though we broke up, we're still good friends! If you can't handle it, come visit me!

The sender is an unmarked number.

Gu Bei stared at his phone screen, frowning.

separate?

When did I ever have a girlfriend?

After being reborn, Gu Bei only had two women in his life: Yang Wanqing and Zhou Huimin.

In my past life, I had several relationships and some close female friends.

But what does that have to do with the present?

"It's probably a scam text message!" Gu Bei muttered, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Vivian Chow was the only one in the living room.

She was curled up on the sofa, wearing a loose white nightgown, her long hair loose, holding a panda pillow in her arms, her two long, snow-white legs exposed, her knees touching her chin.

The TV was on, the volume was turned down low, and it was playing Zhang Weijian's version of "The Deer and the Cauldron".

Gu Bei walked over and sat down next to Zhou Huimin.

Zhou Huimin naturally nestled against Gu Bei.

"Wanqing and Xiaoyun have been staying at Zuxian's place for the past two days, in case she does something rash."

Gu Bei understood what it meant... but he closed his eyes and didn't move!

What are you doing?

Feeling a pair of skillful hands wandering restlessly over his body, Gu Bei opened his eyes with a smile.

"Wanqing and the others aren't here..." Zhou Huimin's face turned bright red.

The air in the living room seemed to be getting warmer.

"So?" Gu Bei teased deliberately.

Unexpectedly, Vivian Chow's expression changed instantly. She turned her head away haughtily, "Never mind!"

She got up to leave.

Gu Bei wasn't about to let her get away, so he immediately pounced on her and pinned her down.

"Let me go!"

"I won't let go!"

"Snap"

Gu Bei didn't hold back and slapped her on the buttocks.

"If you don't let go, I'll scream!"

Zhou Huimin was both ashamed and angry. She struggled with her hands and feet, and her nightgown rolled up to her thighs during the struggle, revealing a large area of ​​her snow-white skin.

Gu Bei had just teased her on purpose, making her feel a sense of disrespect.

"Then go ahead and yell?" Gu Bei looked down at her, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.

When his large muscles were exposed, Vivian Chow stopped struggling and instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Her chest heaved violently, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed, and her eyes went from shy and angry to glazed over.

A dangerous desire was instantly ignited!

She really, really can't live without this young man!

The television was telling the story of Wei Xiaobao and seven women, but I couldn't hear what the female lead was saying at all.

All that could be heard was the sound of their own breathing, growing heavier and heavier...

They went wild that night.

In the living room, on the sofa, in the kitchen, in the gym, by the window...

They tried every place they could.

As dawn broke, Gu Bei, who was lying in bed, opened his eyes.

Zhou Huimin peeked out from under the covers, covering her mouth as if trying to kiss Gu Bei...

Gu Bei grinned mischievously, reaching out and pressing one hand against the back of her head, while the other covered her mouth...

A moment later, Vivian Chow's throat bobbed.

She glared at Gu Bei with annoyance, then got up and went into the bathroom wearing a white shirt that covered her bottom, and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror.

Gu Bei also got up and followed her inside, hugging her waist from behind and gently biting her ear.

"Go back to sleep, I need to go out and earn money to support you."

Zhou Huimin nodded gently.

Gu Bei then washed up, put on his clothes, and went outside.

He had just stepped out of the villa when he received a call from Yang Wanqing:

"Hey, Wanqing, what's wrong?"