16: Chapter 16 Yang Mi panicked: He's not interested in me?

Yang Mi was annoyed by Dilraba's pestering.

She sat up abruptly, glaring with her watery peach-blossom eyes: "Fine! I admit it, Lin Chen has taken a liking to me, so what? What does that even mean?"

Dilraba draped a fair, slender leg directly over Yang Mi's thigh, leaning in with her moist, red lips: "What about your own feelings?"

"What kind of feelings could I have?"

"Do you like him or not?"

Yang Mi turned her face away, avoiding eye contact, and parted her red lips: "I don't like him!"

"Really?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course it's real!"

"Not even a tiny spark of attraction?"

"Are you annoying or what!"

Yang Mi raised her hand to push away Dilraba's smooth, clinging body. "I don't like him, and that's that. Do you really have to force me to swear on it?"

Hearing this resolute answer, Dilraba suddenly laughed out loud, revealing her two little fangs.

For some reason, it felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart, and she instantly felt much lighter.

"Hee hee, don't get so worked up. We're just chatting between sisters, why are you getting so hot-headed?"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes hard: "You've got too much time on your hands, this is incredibly boring."

Dilraba tilted her little head and sighed, deliberately drawing out her tone: "Sigh, poor little Lin Chen is truly miserable."

"You're the one who's miserable."

A calm and casual male voice suddenly rang out in the tent.

Immediately after, Lin Chen lifted the door curtain and walked in with long strides.

The two stunning beauties on the bed were instantly dumbfounded.

As if struck by a freezing spell, the two remained frozen in place, maintaining their alluring pose with legs intertwined and tops disheveled.

Their beautiful faces flushed red instantly.

Gossiping behind someone's back only to be caught in the act by the person himself—there was no scene in the world more mortifying than this.

In comparison, Lin Chen, the male protagonist of the conversation, acted as if nothing had happened, his expression calm as water.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" he asked casually.

"Uh... anything is fine!" the two women stammered in reply.

"Alright."

Lin Chen turned, lifted the curtain, and walked out.

As soon as he left, Yang Mi, like an angry little leopard, flipped over and straddled Dilraba, her fair, delicate fists raining down on her back.

"Ouch! Are you crazy, why are you hitting me! Help!"

"It's all because of your big mouth!"

"Why blame me! You were the one who stubbornly claimed you weren't interested!"

"How dare you talk back!"

The two great beauties wrestled into a ball on the small folding bed.

Since they were already wearing very little, the commotion caused their pajama straps to slip, revealing snow-white, plump mounds and long, straight, fair legs, creating a scene of utmost allure.

It was just a pity that there was no man fortunate enough to appreciate the scene.

...

After the commotion, Dilraba bent over, sticking out her round, perky peach-like buttocks, and crept toward the tent entrance like a thief.

She hid half of her exquisite face behind the curtain and peeked outside.

Lin Chen was busy at the stove with his back to them.

"Sister Mi, do you think Lin Chen will hold a grudge and take the opportunity to poison our food?" she whispered, turning back.

Yang Mi ignored this.

She crossed her arms over her chest and quietly observed Lin Chen through the gap.

She wanted to see if this man was merely feigning composure or if he truly hadn't taken their conversation to heart.

She had always had a big knot in her heart.

If Lin Chen really became infatuated with one of the five of them, would the divorce agreement still be able to take effect smoothly when the one-year term was up?

Everyone knew very well that the so-called one-year agreement had no legal validity.

As long as Lin Chen had the audacity to drag it out and refuse to divorce, the agreement would be nothing but a piece of scrap paper.

Precisely because of this concern, she had been secretly observing Lin Chen for the past two days.

But after observing him back and forth, she was completely confused.

If one were to say Lin Chen wasn't interested in them, he was doing his absolute best, changing up the patterns of their three meals every day.

But if one were to say he liked them, his usual attitude was far too cold.

Take just now, for instance: if he really had feelings for her, hearing her resolute denial with his own ears, it would be impossible for him to appear so indifferent.

But the reality was, Lin Chen didn't even show a hint of extra emotion.

At this moment, he was methodically preparing ingredients, his movements fluid and handsome, completely immersed in the joy of cooking.

There was no sadness, no disappointment, not even a trace of loneliness.

His temperament was refined and extraordinary, so dashing it made people look twice.

Even though he was wearing cheap clothes from a street stall, one couldn't attach the word "tacky" to him.

This man was so handsome he didn't need any designer brand packaging at all.

"So, he doesn't have any thoughts about me at all?"

Yang Mi lowered her long eyelashes and bit her red lips gently.

She had expected to feel relieved, but instead, an inexplicable sour feeling of disappointment welled up in her heart.

Am I not charming enough? Or did I annoy him somewhere? At noon, I didn't say a single word to help Li Qingfeng, even though he is the male lead, after all.

"Eh? What is he doing with that knife?"

Dilraba's exclamation interrupted Yang Mi's wild thoughts. She raised her head and looked in that direction.

She saw that Lin Chen was already sitting on a small stool, holding a small carving knife in his hand.

Driven by curiosity, the two beauties lifted the curtain and walked quickly to his side.

Lin Chen was indeed carving.

He held a large carrot in his hand; the skin had been peeled clean, and the flesh in the middle had been hollowed out, leaving only a layer of carrot skin as thin as paper.

The small knife flew up and down in his hands; he was actually carving a full panoramic view of the Film Crew set directly into the thin skin!

Yang Mi and Dilraba widened their beautiful eyes, their faces full of shock.

Looking at the carrot skin in his hand, and then looking up at the set not far away, even the position of a single pillar or a single tent was identical, not off by a single bit.

"Good heavens, you are too amazing!"

Dilraba was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth.

Yang Mi, even more so, gasped.

The visual impact brought by this scene far exceeded the shock brought by tasting the food earlier.

After all, the taste in one's mouth cannot be seen, but this incredible skill was displayed right before their eyes.

It is normal for a chef to know how to carve flowers, but this craft is just a side branch.

To carve carrot skin into a perfect miniature replica of the scene—any national-level master chef would absolutely be unable to do it.

Lin Chen could achieve such a miracle only because he was not only a master-level chef but also a master-level titan in the art world!

The fusion of several master-level skills produced a power that was by no means a simple one plus one equals two.