With a long finger, Yu Qinchou pulled the door open. Click. The camera that had previously still been able to catch a sliver of the master bedroom from the angle was once again completely blocked by the door.
Viewers: “……”
[He really said “no viewing allowed” and meant it. Not a single thought for our survival.]
[He smiled at me so handsomely and I still want to stab him]
[I just want to see a little bit, what’s wrong with that?]
[Bro, I’ll call you dad—let me see my other dad waking up, okay?]
After emotionally injuring the audience without the slightest psychological burden, Yu Qinchou returned to the bed and lay down again.
Not long after, Ming Qi naturally burrowed into his arms.
He sniffed the faint woody scent on the man’s body and said in a slightly hoarse morning voice near his ear, “Have they all started streaming?”
He hadn’t forgotten that today was the first day of The Best of Us.
Originally, he had planned to wake up early and greet everyone with full energy. But both the director and Meng She repeatedly emphasized that a romance reality show was meant to be “real.” If they tried too hard and got exposed, the ridicule would follow them for ten years.
Starting off with a “black history” would be a huge loss.
Ming Qi thought it made sense, so he stopped rushing.
Yu Qinchou held him with one arm, his gaze falling on the newly opened livestream platform.
This time the show partnered with the same platform used by Undercover. The homepage featured a giant promotional image of the four couples. Ming Qi and Yu Qinchou’s photo was one casually taken by Meng She—Yu Qinchou sitting on a balcony chair, eyes lowered slightly as he looked at the young man lying on his lap.
The image was quiet, harmonious, even the sunlight seemed to favor them, casting soft shadows that outlined their features.
Yu Qinchou clicked into the search bar and entered the show’s name.
The page loaded—and the first thing he saw was their white master bedroom door.
His brow lifted slightly. He clicked into the other three livestream rooms.
At 6:50 a.m., the Sunset CP room was empty. The Rose CP was already having breakfast together. In the Red Sugar CP room, Huo Chengtang was slowly making breakfast.
Yu Qinchou reported the situation to Ming Qi. Ming Qi yawned again.
“So Brother Bu really didn’t lie to me about sleeping until ten.”
“Want to sleep a bit more?”
“I don’t want to sleep anymore.” Ming Qi got up from bed, eyes bright. “I’m taking Little Eight for a walk.”
After all, someone had disturbed his sleep—there had to be consequences.
After urging Yu Qinchou to get up, Ming Qi walked to the camera. Of course, the program would not miss a master bedroom—this was prime gossip territory—but the bedroom camera only responded to the owners.
Ming Qi fiddled with it for a while, saw the red light flicker on and then off again, and frowned slightly, unsure whether it was actually on.
He turned around. Yu Qinchou was still washing up.
So he went back to bed to grab his phone, opened the livestream, then returned in front of the camera and greeted the audience with a smile:
“Good morning everyone. I forgot to lock the door last night, so Little Eight sneaked in. I don’t usually wake up this early.”
[My baby!!]
[Ahhh bed hair baby so cute!]
[No wonder Yu Qinchou didn’t let us watch—if I were him I wouldn’t either]
[From Undercover, I came for Shen Yushan’s ruthless energy, but the actor is so soft, I’ve become a mom fan]
Ming Qi liked chatting with fans, so he pulled a chair over and sat in front of the camera.
He glanced at the comments while talking:
“What did I do last night…? Nothing much. After dinner I walked around nearby to digest food, then played a bit of landlord with Brother Bu. He lost all his beans, so we stopped, then showered and slept, mm…”
His eye twitched slightly when he saw a comment asking “Was it really just sleeping?” before he could answer.
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Yu Qinchou appeared, glanced at the camera, lifted Ming Qi up, and turned him away.
“Wash up.”
Ming Qi obediently went off to the bathroom, temporarily dropping the topic.
Now the camera showed Yu Qinchou instead.
He raised a brow at it.
“Don’t ask him that kind of question. He’ll get shy.”
[?]
[So you were watching the livestream the whole time?!]
[He’s shy but you’re not? Then answer us yourself!]
After washing up, the two ate breakfast.
The camera shifted to the dining area.
[Let me see what a CEO eats—HOLY—who is this handsome guy?!]
[That outfit… that’s the one who just carried the prince cat away.]
[As expected, if you don’t show the face I can already tell it’s a handsome man]
Even Butler Qin Jing remained expressionless while being filmed, politely asking:
“Would Mr. Ming like coffee?”
Ming Qi looked up.
“Add milk.”
“Understood.”
He yawned again.
Yu Qinchou, sipping coffee, glanced at him with amusement. “Still sleepy? Go take a nap.”
“No.” Ming Qi shook his head. “Today I must punish Little Eight.”
He finished the coffee in one go and went off to catch the cat.
Little Eight clearly sensed danger and ran faster than anyone else, darting around corners before suddenly leaping onto the mouth of a large vase.
Ming Qi: “Get down.”
He didn’t know exactly how expensive that vase was, but anything placed in this house by Yu Qinchou definitely wasn’t cheap.
If it got knocked over…
He didn’t even want to imagine what “the cat’s father would compensate” might mean.
Little Eight: “Meow.”
The cat cried innocently.
Ming Qi: “No. Get down now or I’ll confiscate all your gemstone necklaces.”
Little Eight turned and ran to Yu Qinchou instead.
Yu Qinchou didn’t even look up. “Listen to your Ming Qi daddy.”
The cat finally came down.
After a walk around Xijing Bay, Little Eight was exhausted and collapsed in Butler Qin Jing’s arms, trying to scam snacks with pitiful eyes—but was immediately seen through.
Later, Ming Qi brought it to the bookroom.
Yu Qinchou was inside.
No cameras.
The audience was instantly excited again.
He closed the door behind them.
And then—
“Are you cheating on me?”
A low voice suddenly sounded behind Ming Qi as he was about to open a voice message from a junior classmate.
The entire livestream: “!!!!!!!!!!”