Mu Fu sat on the couch, absorbing the memories. The original owner of this body had a timid personality, a trait that ultimately led to her solitary departure from the Love Cabin. Before that, though, she’d fallen hard for one of the male contestants—Chen Han. His striking features and cool composure were precisely her type.
From the very start, Chen Han had shown interest in her, making subtle moves to express his feelings. However, the original owner’s shyness and anxiety had paralyzed her. The more attention she received, the more flustered she became, resulting in a series of missteps that gave Chen Han the wrong impression—he assumed she was uninterested.
Meanwhile, another contestant, Cheng Cixin, pursued him with unwavering boldness. Compared to the original owner’s timidity, Cheng Cixin’s confidence was a stark contrast. Her persistence ultimately won him over, and by the show’s finale, they were a couple.
After the show aired, their pairing became a fan-favorite. Cheng Cixin regularly shared their relationship on social media—thoughtful gestures from Chen Han, intimate couple photos—each post inundated with well-wishes from their followers. For the original host, each of those moments was a sharp, painful reminder of what she had almost had.
With Chen Han as her unattainable ideal, her subsequent relationships inevitably failed. She never truly moved on. Then, tragedy struck—a fatal car accident.
As her consciousness faded, a single, haunting thought lingered: If only I had been braver… If I had taken that step forward instead of retreating… Would I have ended up with Chen Han?
Mu Fu was an outsider to this world. Her existence depended on fulfilling the wishes of others, allowing them to move on.
This time, she was tasked with granting the original host’s wish—to win Chen Han’s heart and alleviate her parents’ concerns about her romantic life.
For Mu Fu, the mission seemed easy. All she needed to do was ensure that, by the end of it, she was the object of widespread admiration and envy.
Because, ultimately, winning admiration (envy points) was her true objective.
Having traversed numerous worlds, Mu Fu had figured out one universal truth—nothing made people more envious than love. Especially sweet, heart-melting romance.
This was precisely why she consistently chose to enter dating reality shows. These programs commanded vast audiences, particularly among singletons who reveled in watching romance blossom. The more people watched, the more admiration she could collect.
Upon entering each new world, her personality and habits seamlessly aligned with the original host’s. The sole distinction? She retained both her own past memories and those of the host’s previous life. It was almost as if the original host had been given a second chance.
At this moment, she was reliving Day One of the original host’s journey within the Love Cabin.
The show’s premise was simple: three men and three women—all exceptionally attractive and from affluent backgrounds—would live together in the cabin for two weeks.
Throughout the show, the producers would assign interactive tasks designed to foster connections. The mail rule? Each night, every contestant had to send a love message to a member of the opposite sex. However, their ages and occupations remained shrouded in mystery until the second evening.
Mu Fu, however, possessed a distinct advantage. Thanks to the original owner’s memories, she already knew everyone’s details.
For example, Chen Han had introduced himself as an entrepreneur. What he omitted was that he was, in fact, the heir to the colossal Chen Corporation, a secret that wouldn’t be revealed until his wedding with Cheng Cixin. His family had stipulated that he could only return and inherit the empire after successfully establishing his own business. Until then, his identity remained concealed.
This detail, Mu Fu knew, would ignite a frenzy of envy among viewers. Who wouldn’t covet being the partner of a future business magnate?
This was precisely why Mu Fu had selected this world—one where she and Chen Han were contestants together.
She was the first to arrive at the cabin. After a brief wait, the first male contestant, Kang Jiadong, entered.
Mu Fu swiftly rose to her feet, greeting him with a warm smile. Kang Jiadong was the general manager of an internet company. He was 33 years old, but… possessed a rather ordinary appearance.
Kang Jiadong was a grounded, practical man. He naturally assumed the role of the dependable older brother within the house—always considerate of others, even going as far as preparing breakfast for everyone most mornings.
After their initial greetings, Mu Fu quietly settled into a seat. Kang Jiadong attempted to engage her in conversation, but Mu Fu had no interest in reciprocating.
From the very beginning, she needed to cultivate an image of unwavering devotion. Through her past experiences, she had learned that viewers favored contestants who appeared deeply committed to a single person.
Shortly after, the second female contestant, Ding Minqi, arrived. She greeted them warmly, immediately initiating conversation. Emboldened by the shift in energy—and perhaps seeking to recover from the awkwardness Mu Fu had created—Kang Jiadong eagerly joined in.
Meanwhile, Mu Fu simply cradled a cushion and listened from the sidelines.
Ding Minqi occasionally drew Mu Fu into the conversation, likely concerned that the audience might perceive her as exclusionary. However, Mu Fu kept her responses curt and minimal.
In the original timeline, Ding Minqi and Kang Jiadong had formed a couple. Mu Fu saw no reason to disrupt this connection and subtly distanced herself, allowing their rapport to develop naturally.
When the episode aired, some viewers felt a pang of sympathy for Mu Fu. With only three people in the house at that point, and the other two already connecting, she appeared to be a third wheel—an outsider within her own group.
Those who had experienced being the odd one out could empathize with her situation, developing a sense of pity. While this pity wouldn’t translate into envy points as effectively, it was still a form of emotional currency that Mu Fu could accumulate and carry with her when she eventually departed this world.
Mu Fu recalled that in the original owner’s life, when she finally mustered the courage to ask Chen Han on a date, it was too late. He and Cheng Cixin had already developed feelings for each other.
In an attempt to impress him, the host had decided to bake a cake. It ended in disaster. She unknowingly added mango, to which Chen Han was severely allergic. Because the mango was blended into the batter, he didn’t realize it until it was too late, and the allergic reaction landed him in the hospital.
The only person who stayed by her side afterward was Ding Minqi. She offered comfort, defended her, and spoke up for her whenever a well-intentioned gesture backfired. That kindness alone convinced Mu Fu that Ding Minqi deserved her chance at happiness.
As they were drinking water, a new contestant arrived. Mu Fu knew exactly who it was: Chen Han.
Unlike the others, who turned toward the entrance with curiosity, Mu Fu remained composed. She stayed behind Ding Minqi and Kang Jiadong, allowing them to take the lead in welcoming him.
Chen Han stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the sunlight streaming in from behind him. The shifting light and shadows obscured his face, creating a hazy, almost ethereal glow around him.
He was precisely Mu Fu’s type: handsome, cool, and exuding an air of restraint that made him seem distant yet intriguing.
Despite his refined appearance, Chen Han was indifferent toward most people. Winning his attention was never easy. Cheng Cixin had worked hard to get close to him. And in the previous timeline, she had the perfect advantage—Mu Fu’s disastrous rejection had paved the way for her.
But here was the twist. In their past life, at the beginning of the show, Chen Han had actually been interested in the original host. Perhaps she simply fit the image of his ideal partner.
And this time…?
Mu Fu’s hunch was correct. The moment Chen Han stepped inside, his gaze landed on her—even though she was standing at the back. To him, she was striking.
Her delicate features, porcelain skin, and flowing hair gave her a soft, graceful presence. A few stray strands fell across her forehead, adding to her effortless charm. Sunlight streamed through the spotless glass windows, bathing her in a golden glow. She looked radiant.
When their eyes met, Mu Fu’s lips curved into a subtle smile. It was like watching ice melt—a gentle warmth breaking through the cold.
In that instant, something shifted. Mu Fu left a mark on Chen Han’s heart.
Kang Jiadong was the first to extend a welcome. “Hello, you’re the fourth guest to arrive. My name is Kang Jiadong.”
Right beside him, Ding Minqi followed suit with a friendly smile. “I’m Ding Minqi.”
Only Mu Fu, positioned slightly behind them, remained to be introduced. Chen Han’s gaze settled on her.
Feeling his eyes on her, Mu Fu met his gaze for a fleeting moment before pressing her lips together and softly stating, “I’m Mu Fu.”
Chen Han’s expression remained unreadable. “Nice to meet you all. Have you been waiting long?”
Kang Jiadong shook his head, grinning. “Not at all! We all just got here. Come on, take a seat and rest for a bit.”
“Alright,” Chen Han responded simply.
Mu Fu noticed the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. Without hesitation, she slipped away to the kitchen and returned with a glass of cool water.
Once Chen Han settled into a seat, Mu Fu approached and offered him the glass. “Here, have some water. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just poured plain water,” she said before gracefully taking a seat beside him.
The moment she sat down, Chen Han’s heart skipped a beat, followed by a sharp, uncontrollable pounding. He forced himself to maintain his composure.
“I usually drink plain water at home too,” he said evenly.
Mu Fu arched an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.
Chen Han took a sip. His fingers tightened around the glass. It tasted… different. Sweeter. He glanced at Mu Fu out of the corner of his eye before lowering his gaze. Did she add sugar?
Mu Fu, oblivious to his internal turmoil, casually picked up a cushion nearby and placed it over her lap. Her short skirt barely covered her thighs when she sat down, so she instinctively draped the pillow over her legs. The movement was subtle, natural.
Yet somehow, Chen Han’s heartbeat refused to slow down.
Chen Han caught the subtle movement of the cushion out of the corner of his eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
He wasn’t the type to talk much, and the original owner of this body had been even more reserved. Right now, it didn’t make sense for him to start a conversation.
The same applied to Mu Fu.
Breaking the silence, Ding Minqi spoke up curiously, “I wonder if the next guest will be a guy or a girl.”
Kang Jiadong nodded. “Not sure. But there’s still one male guest and one female guest left. They should be arriving soon.”
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of suitcase wheels rolling across the ground echoed outside. The next guest had arrived: Han Jin.
With his entrance, the quiet tension in the room dissipated. After introductions, everyone returned to their original seats. Except now, Han Jin sat near Mu Fu.
Han Jin turned to her with a friendly smile. “Mu Fu, is the sun too bright on your side? You can switch seats with me if you’d like.”
The sun had shifted. When Mu Fu first arrived, it was shortly after 8 a.m., and the sunlight hadn’t penetrated the room. Now, it was nearing 10 a.m., and the warmth was creeping in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Han Jin glanced at Mu Fu’s petite frame—her soft features and quiet demeanor reminded him of a small kitten. She and Chen Han were still seated on the same couch, directly in the path of the sunlight.
Before Mu Fu could reply, Chen Han abruptly stood up. Without a word, he walked around the couch and drew the curtains shut, casting a shadow over them and cooling the space.
Mu Fu glanced at him before quickly turning to Han Jin. “That’s okay, but thank you,” she said softly. Her voice was gentle and warm—a polite refusal that didn’t create any awkwardness.
Han Jin’s eyes flickered towards Chen Han. His brow arched slightly. He said nothing, simply turning away to join the others in conversation.
Once Mu Fu was sure that no one else was paying attention, she lightly tugged on Chen Han’s sleeve. Her voice was soft as she whispered, “Thank you.”
Her rosy lips parted slightly, her gaze locked onto him, as if, in that moment, he was the only person in her world. The way she clutched his sleeve, the hint of shyness in her demeanor, and her exquisite, delicate features—she looked utterly mesmerizing.
Chen Han acted as if he didn’t notice. “It’s nothing,” he said simply.
Then—a sudden knock at the door. “Is someone inside?” A gentle, almost fragile female voice called out.
The final guest had arrived. Kang Jiadong and Han Jin immediately went to greet her and help with her luggage. Chen Han, however, didn’t move. He remained at Mu Fu’s side.
The third female guest, Cheng Cixin, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, flashing a grateful smile at Han Jin. “Thanks, I didn’t realize my suitcase was so heavy,” she said with a soft laugh.
Han Jin responded warmly, “It’s no problem, really.”
Mu Fu took a moment to observe Cheng Cixin—the woman who, in her past life, ended up with Chen Han. A flowing white dress. Long, silky black hair cascading naturally over her shoulders. She was undeniably beautiful, the kind of woman who stirred a man’s protective instincts. A delicate, fragile flower.
Mu Fu subtly turned to look at Chen Han, watching for his reaction. He glanced at Cheng Cixin once—just for a second—before turning away. His expression remained unchanged. To him, she was just another person.
Chen Han suddenly sensed Mu Fu’s lingering gaze. He turned to her. “What are you looking at?”
Mu Fu froze. Her face flushed red in an instant. “Nothing,” she said quickly, lowering her head.
Chen Han didn’t react outwardly. His face remained calm and composed, his demeanor as poised and elegant as ever. But deep down, he was already aware. Mu Fu had been secretly watching him.
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