147: Chapter 147 Heartbreaking! Suffering is definitely not wealth.

After a hearty feast, the Divas Hit the Road Group ate until their mouths were glistening with oil.

The most comfortable part was that once they were full, the Production Team's staff stepped in to clear the dishes, allowing everyone to just kick back and relax.

In the blink of an eye, everyone gathered on the second-floor open-air terrace, lying in chairs in a circle to catch the breeze.

By evening, everyone had changed into pajamas, shedding their daytime defenses.

However, the beauties remained mesmerizing, and the handsome men were still eye-catching.

Especially Lin Chen's family of four and Song Zuer; they were the visual guarantee of this show.

Lin Chen was wearing a pair of black casual shorts and a pure white sleeveless tank top.

If an old man on the street wore this outfit, he'd likely be heading to the corner of the alley to cool off and play chess.

But on Lin Chen, paired with his rugged, defined facial features and solid, well-built muscles, he wore it with the wild beauty of an international male model.

Song Zuer wore a pink cartoon silk short nightgown, the hem just covering the tops of her thighs. Her two fair, tender little feet dangled in mid-air, her youthful, invincible physique exuding an alluring, naive charm.

In comparison, Lin Chen's three wives understood the essence of "avoiding wardrobe malfunctions."

They were wearing long-sleeved, long-legged silk pajamas on the outside, the thin silk fabric clinging to their delicate bodies, outlining their proud curves as the sea breeze blew.

The three women had kicked off their slippers, resting their petite, snow-white bare feet on the edge of the lounge chairs, their toes painted with bright red nail polish curling slightly. In the dim light, it made Lin Chen dizzy just looking at them.

With figures and looks like these, even wrapped up tightly, they could still captivate all living things.

As for Song Dandan, Yue Yunpeng, and Lei Jiayin, they were purely focused on comfort; no one was expecting them to show off their figures anyway.

After nightfall, Cangshan and Erhai Lake were pitch black, with nothing much to see.

But the sea breeze, mixed with moisture, blew across their bodies, bringing a cool, refreshing sensation.

...

Everyone was chatting casually while enjoying the sea breeze, and the topic naturally drifted to the past.

When talking about the bitter days of the past, Yue Yunpeng's floodgates were completely opened.

"I'm not a very educated person. I dropped out of high school and went out to hustle in society."

"If I hadn't met my master, hadn't encountered Crosstalk, I reckon I'd still be washing dishes in some run-down restaurant somewhere. My ancestors were all farmers who scratched a living from the dirt. I really have to kowtow to my master for where I am today."

"I've worked as a security guard, and I've been a waiter. Nowadays, many people like to spout chicken soup, saying that suffering is a blessing, that hardship is a form of wealth. I don't deny that hardship can temper a person, but if I had to choose again, I'd rather not suffer that kind of hardship in my entire life. It was too agonizing."

Liu Shishi kicked off her shoes, resting her pair of snow-white little feet directly on the edge of the chair, her two plump, beautiful legs curled together.

Her delicate body tilted, leaning softly against Lin Chen's shoulder, half of her plump, soft flesh pressing tightly against the man's arm as she asked softly: "Was it very tiring?"

Yue Yunpeng wore a bitter expression on his large face: "It wasn't the tiredness I feared, it was the fact that they didn't treat people like human beings. When I was seventeen, the same age as Song Zuer is now, there was something that happened that I've remembered my whole life. I won't forget it until I die."

"At that time, a table of customers didn't know what kind of nerve they had, but they insisted that my service attitude was poor. They pointed at my nose and cursed at me, telling me to kneel and kowtow to them to apologize."

Once these words were spoken, the people around them all gasped.

Lei Jiayin widened his eyes: "They really made you kneel?"

"Yes! Just bowing and apologizing wasn't enough; I had to kneel!"

Guli Nazha was sitting on Lin Chen's right side.

She had originally been pressing her amazing softness against Lin Chen's arm, her face full of sweetness.

Hearing this, she was so angry that her willow brows stood up: "That's bullying people too much! Aren't waiters human beings too?"

Yue Yunpeng slapped his thigh, his voice rising by an octave: "Who's saying they aren't! I hadn't provoked them, so why should I kneel to them? I was young at the time and was terrified. I only knew how to cry while bowing and apologizing, but they didn't accept it at all and forced me to kneel!"

Tong Liya hadn't managed to get a seat next to Lin Chen, so she could only sit cross-legged on the lounge chair opposite, sighing while resting her delicate chin in her hands: "There are always some twisted, evil people in this world who specialize in building their own happiness on the suffering of others."

Song Zuer asked curiously: "What happened later? How did you handle it, Brother Yue?"

Yue Yunpeng gritted his teeth: "Later, the floor manager came. They deducted a whole month's worth of my hard-earned money to waive their bill, and that's how the matter was settled. This incident has been stuck in my heart like a thorn."

"After I became famous and had some status, even my wife advised me, saying that since so many years have passed, I should let it go and be magnanimous. But I'll tell you the truth: to this day, I still hate those bastards! Why should they trample on other people's dignity like that!"

Lin Chen sat in the chair, his large hand gently stroking Liu Shishi's smooth, tender thigh at his side, his tone flat yet resounding:

"If you repay injury with kindness, how do you repay kindness? I usually hate those hypocrites who urge others to be magnanimous. That's what they call talking while standing without feeling the back pain. The knife isn't stuck in their own bodies, so of course they don't think it hurts."

Liu Shishi was amused by her husband's blunt words.

She noticed the movement of Lin Chen's large hand, but instead of dodging, she actively spread her legs a little more, making it easier for the man to cause mischief at the edge of her silk pajama pants.

She placed her small hand on Lin Chen's chest, reminding him coquettishly: "Husband, say less; the livestream is on right now."

Lin Chen pinched her soft little hand in return: "I'll say it even if the livestream is on! If you guys ever run into such freaks in the future, just slap them right in the face!"

"I'd like to see if they can still maintain a tolerant heart and magnanimously forgive you after getting slapped twice."

...

The livestream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

Since the second episode aired, Lin Chen had undoubtedly become the anchor of their ratings.

From early morning, the popularity of his livestream had crushed the entire field.

It maintained an average of four to five million viewers online.

By now, late at night, the number of viewers had skyrocketed past the seven million mark.

All the other seven guests' livestream rooms combined barely reached a fraction of his.

"Yue Yunpeng's experience is too miserable; it makes people angry just listening to it!"

"Yaya summarized it well. The bigger the forest, the more kinds of birds there are. I work in food delivery, and the weird customers I've met are a hundred times more disgusting than what Yue Yunpeng described."

"I hate people who urge others to be magnanimous +1!"

"Teacher Lin's values are so correct! Two backhanded slaps, this move cures all diseases!"

"I've been estranged from my family for several years. Every time, relatives stand up and engage in moral kidnapping, saying that there are no parents in the world who are in the wrong. I can only 'heh'. You haven't experienced my despair, so why do you demand I forgive? Life doesn't have that many peaceful and quiet years. You only know your own bitterness yourself."