Good Sound, Good Start

Chen Qin was only a well-behaved girl in front of Ye Shuang, and that was only because she gave him all her tenderness and enthusiasm. But deep down, she was still quite proud by nature.

When she saw that the person she loved had his clothes dirtied by some random little brat, Chen Qin immediately became annoyed. Even though the offender was just a child, she planted her hands on her hips and said,

"You little potato-head punk, ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

The boy was frightened by Chen Qin’s fierce appearance. He stepped back a few paces, turned around, and tried to run. But in his rush, he tripped and fell face-first into the sand.

"Ahhh—"

With a loud wail, the boy immediately started crying. Snot mixed with the sand on his face, making him look utterly pathetic.

The crying soon attracted a middle-aged woman nearby. She hurried over, and when she saw her child crying, she quickly asked, "What’s wrong, baby? How did you fall?"

The boy’s face was now covered in sand. "Waaah, they pushed me!"

As he said that, he pointed at Ye Shuang and Chen Qin.

"Why are you two adults bullying my son?!" the woman immediately glared aggressively at Ye Shuang and the others. "I’m calling the police!"

With that, she even started shouting loudly,

"Everyone come and look! These two people are bullying my son! My son is so young, and his face is all scraped up—it’s ruined!"

Quite a few tourists who heard the woman’s shouts walked over, looking like they were ready to watch the drama unfold.

At this point, Ye Shuang remained fairly calm. He just said, "We didn’t push your son at all. Besides, we have a cameraman here."

Then he pointed to the stains on his own clothes.

"Your son did this."

"If you don’t believe it, come and check the video footage."

Many of the bystanders nodded. If there was video evidence, it probably wasn’t the adults’ fault.

The woman rolled her eyes at that and snapped, "So what? Can’t kids lie?!"

She then pulled out her phone to take pictures of Ye Shuang and Chen Qin. "Take a look, everyone—this man and woman actually hit my son! They’re inhuman, arguing with such a little kid!"

The little boy was still sobbing. Seeing this, Anyi, along with her assistant and makeup artist, walked over.

When the woman saw Ye Shuang’s people gathering around, she showed no fear. Instead, she said, "What do you think you’re doing? I’m not afraid of you! I’ll call the police!"

"Then call the police. But you’ll still need to pay for the cleaning of this shirt. White suits are pretty hard to clean," Ye Shuang replied calmly. Chen Qin, standing nearby, also had a look of amusement.

After all, there was surveillance here, and the photographer was taking pictures and videos. What was there to be afraid of?

"You have to take my son to the hospital! His face is ruined!" Hearing that Ye Shuang and his group agreed to call the police, the woman suddenly changed her tune.

"Ma’am, your son was born ugly. That’s not the same as being disfigured," Anyi chimed in,

"Yeah… he got it from you."

Anyi’s words made the woman’s eyes widen, and she turned red with anger.

"Since you say we pushed him," Ye Shuang pointed at the sandpit not far away, "Look, your son fell over there. We’ve been standing here the whole time. Our arms aren’t three or four meters long—how could we have pushed him?"

"Son, tell them!" The woman, realizing she couldn’t win the argument with Ye Shuang and his group, immediately pulled on the boy, whose face was still covered in sand and snot.

"They… they just did it, and I fell," the boy stammered. Since he had actually tripped on his own, he couldn’t explain clearly.

"Actually, I saw what happened," Anyi suddenly spoke up, making a hand gesture. "The guy unleashed an Ultraman light beam, and then you got knocked down, right?"

"Yeah! That’s exactly what happened!" The boy immediately agreed, mimicking the Ultraman beam-firing pose.

"Like this, pew pew pew, and I fell! Mom, waaah!"

This comment made the surrounding crowd burst into laughter. Even the woman’s face turned black. After all, she had just said kids couldn’t lie, and now her own son had pulled a massive facepalm.

"Ultraman hell! You’re talking about that damn beam!"

"Mom, do you do it too?" the boy asked.

"I don’t have a son like you!"

Fuming, the woman slapped her son a few times, making him wail even louder. His face was already swelling up like a pig’s head.

Seeing the bystanders pointing and whispering about her, the woman couldn’t take it anymore. She dragged her son away, spinning him around like a top as she left.

After the farce ended, the onlookers dispersed since there was no more drama to watch.

"Some people are really something these days," Chen Qin said, taking out a tissue to wipe the stains off Ye Shuang’s clothes. "Oh, so many stains. This won’t do."

"Troublemaking kids are everywhere," Ye Shuang shook his head. He turned to Anyi and said, "Thanks for covering for me."

"No big deal. I was holding back—I could’ve gone a lot harder," Anyi said casually. She glanced at Ye Shuang. "If it were me, I’d have just kicked him."

"Haha, yeah, that would feel better." Ye Shuang laughed. Even though he wouldn’t actually do that, it sounded satisfying to hear. Maybe because he had been chatting with Anyi, his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer.

[Character: Anshi Yi, Little Y]

Ye Shuang: "..."

Huh?

"Come on, let’s go back, change clothes, and keep shooting," Anyi said. But the next second, Ye Shuang spoke.

"Xiaoyi, are you joining us for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, I want something tasty." The moment Anshi Yi said that, she realized something was off and turned her head toward Ye Shuang. "What did you say, Mr. Ye?"

Thud.

Nice head—nothing like a good knock.

"Funny?" Ye Shuang directly pulled off her headgear. As he looked at the face hidden underneath, he said flatly, "Still wearing the mask, huh?"

"How did you figure it out? I even changed my outfit!" Anshi Yi looked a bit surprised. She had tied her hair in pigtails, worn chest padding and height-increasing insoles, and even changed her voice. How did Ye Shuang see through her disguise?

"It’s you, Xiaoyi? You’re the photographer?" Chen Qin was also a little surprised to find that the photographer was a familiar face in disguise. But she didn’t know why Anshi Yi had gone to such lengths, so she gave her a curious look.

"I turned on x-ray vision," Ye Shuang said.

"Did you see that I’m wearing pink?"

"Hard to say."

"You know I’m not wearing anything?"

"I told you, I don’t know!"

"Hey—"

At this point, Ye Shuang crossed his arms and said, "Alright, let’s head back to the car first."