I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

The sound of keyboard typing in the living room stopped at some point.

After two nights and an afternoon of intense work, Cheng Che finally finished writing "Wings of Mourning".

He closed his laptop and stretched.

The rain was still falling outside the window, pouring down, accompanied by the rumble of thunder rolling across the sky.

He rubbed his slightly sore eyes and subconsciously glanced to the side—

Tian Xiwei had put down her phone sometime earlier. Her dark eyes gazed at the rain outside the window, her expression somewhat unfocused.

Her face seemed a bit paler than usual, and her lips were a pale color. One hand was holding onto the armrest of the chair, while the other hand rested gently on her lower abdomen.

She remained in that position, motionless.

Cheng Che's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

The air conditioner in the living room was turned off shortly after it started raining, so it probably wasn't because of the cold air.

He had some ideas in mind.

Could it be that I've been eating too much cold food these past few days, and my period has come early?

Cheng Che withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and stood up.

The legs of the rattan chair made a slight scraping sound on the floor.

Tian Xiwei seemed to be pulled out of a daze by the voice. She looked up at him, as if to ask: What are you going to do?

"I'm going to the kitchen," Cheng Che said.

"The kitchen?" Tian Xiwei tilted her head slightly. "Are you hungry?"

Xu Anan peeked out from behind the book.

"Teacher Yan and the others haven't come back yet. It's raining so hard outside, they'll inevitably get a little wet on their way back," Cheng Che said casually. "After all, Sister Xia is a girl, and she'll easily catch a cold if she gets wet."

"I'll go make some ginger soup for them to drink when they get back, just in case."

Tian Xiwei blinked and said "Oh".

Upon hearing this, Xu Anan sensed something unusual.

Her gaze swept between Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei, and when she noticed Tian's slightly pale face, she, being a girl herself, instantly understood everything.

She immediately closed the book and made a move to get up: "Let me help you."

"No need," Cheng Che declined his offer. "Ginger soup isn't difficult to make; it's enough for one person."

After saying that, he turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Tian Xiwei and Xu Anan staring at each other in the living room.

Xu Anan glanced at Cheng Che's retreating figure as he entered the kitchen, then at Tian Xiwei, her gaze gradually becoming somewhat ambiguous.

Tian Xiwei silently turned her gaze back to her phone screen, her face expressionless, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

[Cheng Che is going to cook again? So suddenly?]

[My brother Che is truly thoughtful and gentle; he's already considering Xia Jie's needs even before she's back.]

[What if they didn't get caught in the rain? Wouldn't that make them look like clowns?]

It's good that you didn't get caught in the rain. Besides, even if you don't get wet, drinking some ginger soup on a rainy day isn't a bad thing!

[By the way, doesn't Oda look a little pale?]

The comments were still scrolling, and the sound of chopping vegetables could already be heard from the kitchen.

Tian Xiwei glanced towards the kitchen.

The kitchen door was transparent, and she could just see Cheng Che's side profile—he was chopping something with his head down, his movements unhurried, and there was a pot on the stove, seemingly boiling water.

She looked at it for two more seconds, then looked away.

I swiped my finger across the phone screen a couple of times, not really paying attention to anything.

Cheng Che was quite efficient in making the ginger soup.

The ginger slices were cut thinly and evenly, and the amount of brown sugar was just right.

Bring it to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat. In just over ten minutes, a sweet and spicy aroma wafted through the kitchen.

He found a large thermos, poured the ginger soup into it, tightened the lid, and left some ginger soup in the pot.

Then, he took a bowl and ladled out a bowl of ginger soup from the pot.

He picked up the bowl and walked out of the kitchen.

Tian Xiwei was looking down, seemingly engrossed in something.

Cheng Che walked up to her and placed the bowl on the coffee table next to her.

The bottom of the bowl hit the coffee table with a soft "click".

Tian Xiwei looked up and saw the bowl of steaming ginger soup, and paused for a moment.

She raised her hand and pointed to herself, as if asking: Is this for me?

Cheng Che blinked and nodded.

Tian Xiwei lowered her head and looked at the bowl of ginger soup.

The soup was a deep amber color, with a few slices of ginger floating at the bottom of the bowl. Wisps of steam rose up, blurring her vision.

She picked up the bowl, blew on it, and took a small sip.

The spiciness of ginger and the sweetness of brown sugar surged up together, and the warmth slid from my throat all the way to my stomach, along with an indescribable feeling, slowly spreading throughout my body.

[Are you there? Wasn't this for Sister Xia?]

【666 Cheng Che, you little rascal, you made these dumplings purely for the sake of vinegar, didn't you? Your real intentions weren't what they seemed, were they?】

[Oda does look a bit pale; it's probably because she's on her period.]

[Che-ge is still too meticulous; no wonder he writes web novels!]

[...Isn't anyone going to care about the fate of us Xiaotian's male fans?]

[Are you a male fan of Oda? The most hopeless group in history has emerged!]

"Thank you," Tian Xiwei said softly.

"If you really want to thank me, why don't you just give up on trying to find out my pen name?" Cheng Che winked at her.

"I refuse."

Cheng Che was greatly disappointed.

As the two were talking, the villa's door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The wind and rain, carrying a slight chill, rushed in in an instant.

"Hiss—hiss hiss hiss—I'm getting soaked, I'm getting soaked!"

Xia Ziyi was the first to rush in, her hair dripping with water, and her clothes stained with several water spots.

She stomped her feet and brushed the stray hairs sticking to her forehead with her hand, looking like a little duckling just out of the water.

Yan Lei and Shen Han followed closely behind, both getting more or less wet in the rain.

"This rain is too heavy. It started just like that. The weather forecast is really unreliable..." Xia Ziyi muttered to herself.

"Alright, Ziyi, stop talking now and go back to your room to take a shower," Xu Anan gently reminded her.

"Teacher Yan and Teacher Shen, there's ginger soup in the kitchen. You can have some after you shower," she said.

Xia Ziyi paused, looking up at her: "Ginger soup? Where did you get it?"

Xu Anan glanced at Cheng Che without making a sound, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips: "Cheng Che prepared this in advance, afraid that you would catch a cold from the rain."

Tian Xiwei was still sipping her ginger soup when she heard Xu Anan's words, and her earlobes inexplicably turned red.

"Really?" Xia Ziyi didn't think much of it, turning to look at Cheng Che. "Cheng Che, you're really a nice person. Thank you!"

"No need to thank me, Sister Xia. You helped me so much this morning, it's only right." Cheng Che said without changing his expression.

Xia Ziyi smiled happily upon hearing this, thinking to herself that this was probably the unbreakable friendship between her and Cheng Che!

Yan Lei followed behind Xia Ziyi and also praised Cheng Che, saying, "Little Cheng did a good job. You put your heart into it."

Shen Han didn't say anything, but just glanced at Cheng Che silently before quickly returning to his room.

……

Not long after the three members of Group A returned to their rooms, the living room door was pushed open again, and Wang Zheng walked in.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Zheng went straight to the camera in the living room and apologized to the viewers in the live broadcast room.

Saying it was for the health of all the guests, he waved his hand and announced that the live broadcast would end early.

The guests present can now go back to their rooms to rest.