The chatter in the live stream couldn’t faze the two of them—mainly because they couldn’t see it, and they didn’t care to look. Letting strangers dictate your emotions is a foolish thing to do.
Today’s livestream was simple. The two did whatever they pleased, as the production team had stopped assigning tasks. The focus was just documenting their daily life.
In the morning, they built a snowman, played some games, and then had lunch. In the afternoon, they went out again to construct a "snow Great Wall." Lin Ran’s laughter rang out endlessly, and Luo Yao couldn’t suppress her smile several times.
The viewers were thoroughly entertained, joking that they’d all gotten diabetes from the sweetness.
One thing stood out to everyone: this couple had no bitterness, only sweetness. In past episodes, bickering between spouses had been a highlight, but Lin Ran and Luo Yao never seemed to argue.
Or were they just acting?
At 4 p.m., Lin Ran figured the show was wrapping up soon, so he decided to return the favor to the production team.
"Everyone in the crew has worked hard. After dinner, our show will end. To thank you all for taking care of us these past two days, we’d like to give you something in return—some homemade cookies."
The meals these past two days had been perfectly fine, confirming that the previous incident was just due to those questionable mushrooms—nothing to do with the people.
The crew members waved their hands sheepishly, though their eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Oh, no need, no need! It’s our job!"
But who wouldn’t want to taste food made by the most influential power couple?
"Yao, I’ll shape the dough. You handle the oven."
Luo Yao: "Okay."
After dinner, Lin Ran invited everyone over, and each person took a delicate little cookie.
"Ah, we’ve taken them all! Save a couple for Lin Ran and Luo Yao!"
Lin Ran waved it off. "No need. If I want more, I can make them anytime at home. These are for you."
After the dessert, the entire crew wore satisfied smiles.
Liu Yishou: "We’ve reached the final segment. I’m actually a little reluctant to say goodbye. After this meal, we’ll part ways, but the production team has a gift for you both—a token of our blessings."
With that, Liu Yishou took a USB drive from a staff member.
"This contains the footage from the past two days. We’re giving it to you so you can revisit these memories whenever you like."
"And though your success speaks for itself and you hardly need promotion, if there’s anything we can do to support you, our team would be honored to endorse you free of charge."
This was the best the director could offer. Today’s viewership had shattered all previous records. Who’d have thought a simple interview show would skyrocket to the top of live-streaming overnight?
He had little else to give—after all, he was just the director, not the investor.
Lin Ran cut in, "Wait, there is something I’d like to promote."
Liu Yishou blinked. "Go ahead."
"Mm… Nuanyao Group has a line of sanitary pads. Very safe. Everyone should go order some."
The thought struck Lin Ran—he’d just plugged his product for free on their show, and now the crew was eating Luo Yao’s cookies. He suddenly felt a little guilty.
But then again, it should be fine. Luo Yao had only put them in the oven.
Liu Yishou: "That’s it?"
Lin Ran: "That’s it."
Of course. Classic Lin Ran.
[Comment from "TwoOldDrunkDrivers"]: Gotta say, the "No Collapse" sanitary pads are legit. Some reviewers tested them—top-tier materials, no corners cut. What they advertise is what you get.
[Comment from "MonkeyKingSupreme"]: This is why I stan Lin Ran. After using their pads, my inflammation cleared up. No more itching down there.
[Comment from "BeautyCalling"]: I stocked up too, even though my period hasn’t come yet. I trust Lin Ran—his company’s got integrity.
[Comment from "BigPiggy"]: Nuanyao Group funded Jingda University’s library and built a primary school—both money-losing projects. The library was a free donation. If we can’t trust a company like this, who can we trust? Some influencer selling overpriced junk?
The livestream continued. Liu Yishou turned to Luo Yao. "Anything you’d like to add, President Luo?"
Luo Yao looked at the USB drive and said, "I really like this gift. Thank you."
She rarely said "thank you." When she did, it meant she genuinely appreciated it.
This wasn’t just any USB drive—it was a keepsake of her and Lin Ran’s shared moments.
Soon, it was time for farewells. Each would say one closing line to the audience, much simpler than last time.
Luo Yao: "I have nothing to say."
Lin Ran stood up and faced the camera. "Let me just say a few words—"
The director’s sense of dread instantly returned.
"This livestream was decent. Now that it’s ending, I need to test one thing: Can this broadcast actually make it to the finish line?"
Liu Yishou forced a laugh. "Lin Ran, you’re joking. Our show only had one early shutdown. It won’t happen aga—"
Mid-sentence, her smile vanished. Her brows furrowed in discomfort.
She dropped the mic and bolted. "I—I really need the bathroom."
The cameraman, baffled, swung the camera around just in time to catch the director and assistant director wrestling over the toilet door.
A clear-headed college student yanked them both to the ground.
"Are you two grown men seriously fighting over a toilet?!"
As the two scrambled up, the student shoved past them, locked the door, and sealed himself inside.
Meanwhile, the cameraman began trembling. "These cookies… might be poisoned…"
Lin Ran waved at the camera. "Guess we’re saying goodbye early again. See you, folks."
The livestream cut off.
[Author’s Note]: Hahaha! I knew it’d end like this.
[Progress Report]: Why does the tone always shift at the end? I know it’s rude, but I can’t stop laughing!
[Love You All]: Bye, my sweethearts! Don’t forget to show me "Cheese" and "Shut Up" next time!
Lin Ran took Luo Yao’s hand and left. He didn’t want to stick around.
Not because he feared retaliation—after all, none of them stood a chance against his wife.
But because he didn’t want to risk them losing control of… certain odors. Even Lin Ran hadn’t expected things to escalate like this.
"Yao, your skills are unmatched. I just wanted to test a theory, but who knew that simply putting food in the oven could create such chaos? Impressive."
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