During dinner, Chen Han suddenly asked, “Did anyone throw away the sandwich I left on the table this morning?”
A wave of puzzled glances swept around the table. No one understood why he’d bring this up now.
Cheng Cixin, seated a little apart, spoke up. “Oh, was that yours? When I woke up, everyone had already gone, and the sandwich was just sitting there. I didn’t want it to go to waste, so I ate it.”
Her tone was innocent, but the implication was clear: If you weren’t going to eat it, why leave it there? Wasting food is bad.
Chen Han’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his voice calm and unreadable as he replied, “That sandwich was for Mu Fu.”
A brief, heavy silence descended.
Cheng Cixin turned to Mu Fu, feigning embarrassment. “Oh, you were still here this morning? I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you—I thought everyone had already left.”
Who would believe that? Mu Fu wasn’t invisible. She’d been lying on her bed, in plain sight.
The truth was, when Cheng Cixin woke up, she’d definitely seen Mu Fu. She just didn’t care.
But this half-hearted excuse? Disgusting.
Mu Fu didn’t bother responding. She simply focused on her food.
Chen Han glanced at her, immediately recognizing her silence as anger.
Then, shifting his gaze back to Cheng Cixin, he said, “Tomorrow, don’t touch anything left on the table. If no one eats it, someone will take care of it later.”
Without another glance, he resumed eating.
Cheng Cixin was left sitting there, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, whispering, “I really didn’t mean to… I didn’t know…”
No one responded to Cheng Cixin—not even Han Jin, who had previously shown her some interest.
Everyone understood the unspoken rule: food left on the table in a dating house was obviously intended for someone. No one would simply take it.
The truth was, when Cheng Cixin saw the sandwich that morning, she immediately thought of Mu Fu, still in bed. She knew exactly who it was for.
Yet, she ate it anyway. On purpose.
She’d even prepared an excuse for when questioned.
Now, however, Chen Han’s opinion of her had plummeted.
How could someone be this annoying?
……
After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room. It was time for the age and profession reveal.
Excitement and nervousness buzzed through the room.
Each person wrote a career-related clue on a slip of paper. Then, the first person would draw a slip at random, and the group would guess who it belonged to and what their profession was.
Since Kang Jiadong was sitting on the left side of the couch, he went first.
“Alright, I’ll go first! Let’s see whose clue I get.” He grabbed a slip of paper and looked around at the others. Under his gaze, the tension in the room grew—a mix of nervous anticipation and thrill.
Unfolding the paper, he read aloud, “Construction site.”
He grinned. “So… is someone here a bricklayer?”
Ding Minqi asked seriously, “Could it be an architect?”
Mu Fu also guessed architect, while Chen Han suggested construction surveyor.
Meanwhile, Cheng Cixin, still subdued from the earlier incident, sat quietly. No unnecessary drama this time.
The group kept debating who the clue might belong to until Han Jin, who had been observing them with amusement, finally spoke up.
With a grin, he said, “Nope, I actually do work on a construction site.”
Then, after a dramatic pause, he added, “I’m an architectural designer. Twenty-six years old.”
The slip Han Jin picked read: “Writing.”
As soon as he saw the clue, Chen Han instinctively turned to Mu Fu. He was certain it belonged to her.
Mu Fu was caught off guard by how quickly he’d figured it out. Her heart fluttered—as if she had just sipped the sweetest honey.
They were perfectly in sync.
Without waiting for the others to guess, she smiled and revealed the answer.
“It’s mine. I just graduated from university this year, and I’m now a writer. I’m 21 years old.”
Kang Jiadong chuckled. “I could tell you were young just by looking at you.”
Han Jin added, “You’re probably the youngest one here.”
Across the room, Ding Minqi and Cheng Cixin both shot Han Jin a glare.
Didn’t he know that age was a sensitive topic for women? If he had nothing better to say, he should just keep his mouth shut!
Cheng Cixin, in particular, was annoyed—she had assumed she would be the youngest in the group.
Mu Fu simply blinked and smiled shyly without saying a word. Then, she drew the next slip: “Recruitment.”
Han Jin immediately guessed, “Recruiter?”
Kang Jiadong followed, “Something in HR, maybe?”
Seeing that their guesses were pretty close, Ding Minqi laughed and confirmed, “Almost. I’m currently a Human Resources Director.”
She was 27 years old, had a master’s degree in Business Administration from the University of Chicago, and was now the HR director of a company.
Next, Ding Minqi picked up a slip written by Kang Jiadong. The word on it: “Investment.”
When Kang Jiadong saw that she had picked his, he smirked. “Alright, take a guess—what do you think I do?”
Ding Minqi thought for a moment before saying, “Securities investor?”
He nodded. Kang Jiadong was 33 years old, had a graduate degree from Columbia University, and was currently a general manager at a securities firm.”
As expected, everyone nodded knowingly—Kang Jiadong had the aura of a successful man.
Next, he picked a slip of paper. “Fashion.”
At this point, only Chen Han and Cheng Cixin hadn’t revealed their professions.
One look at Chen Han was enough to know that this wasn’t his field—which meant the clue belonged to Cheng Cixin.
The group immediately guessed: “Fashion designer?”
Cheng Cixin finally relaxed a little now that everyone’s attention was on her. She flashed a smile and said, “I run my own fashion brand. I’m 24 years old.”
It suited her perfectly.
Now, only Chen Han’s profession remained. But instead of letting Cheng Cixin read out the last slip as per the rules, he casually picked it up himself.
The room tensed.
Cheng Cixin, who had just let her guard down, stiffened again.
This damn man. Always going against me.
Mu Fu, watching silently, mentally gave Chen Han a thumbs-up.
After what Cheng Cixin had pulled earlier, this was well deserved.
Of course, the others pretended not to notice the tension.
Chen Han glanced at the slip. “No need to guess. I’m an entrepreneur in the tech industry. 28 years old.”
Short, simple, to the point. It fit him perfectly—calm, composed, exuding that elite business aura.
Mu Fu’s gaze fell on his long, slender fingers. What a waste if he didn’t use them for coding.
With that, introductions were over. One by one, everyone got up and returned to their rooms.
10 PM. It was time for the anonymous text exchange again. As expected, Chen Han and Mu Fu messaged each other.
Chen Han: [Looking forward to every day.]
Mu Fu: [I had a great time with you today.] She wasn’t hiding her feelings at all.
Chen Han read the message, a smile tugging at his lips. Feeling content, he got up to wash up for the night.
Meanwhile, Cheng Cixin sent her message to Han Jin, probably because she hit a wall with Chen Han and wanted to try her luck elsewhere. But Han Jin didn’t return the favor—instead, he sent a text to Mu Fu.
Han Jin: [Rest well. Good night.] Simple. Polite. Nothing special.
Meanwhile, Ding Minqi and Kang Jiadong continued their usual exchange.
Cheng Cixin waited and waited, staring at her phone screen. Nothing. Her expression darkened, lips pressing into a tight line.
Mu Fu, however, paid her no mind. After reading her messages, she calmly put her phone down, tidied up, and went to wash up. A girl needs her beauty sleep. After all, tomorrow was date day. Mu Fu already knew this from her past life memories, but soon, the show’s production team would come in and make the announcement.
Meanwhile, on the guys’ side, the producers gathered them and handed out their first official dating mission: “Please place your pre-prepared gifts on the coffee table in the living room. Tomorrow, whichever female guest picks your gift will go on a date with you. Gentlemen, get ready for your first date.”
Excitement buzzed through the room. Tomorrow would be their first official date since moving into the house. Even Chen Han, usually composed, couldn’t hide his anticipation.
Luckily, they had been told to prepare gifts before the show even started, so everyone had come ready. Now, all they could do was wait for tomorrow.
That night, the announcement finally came for the women’s dorm: “Tomorrow is the first official date day in the Love Cabin. Ladies, please wake up early, pick a gift, and go on a date with the corresponding gentleman.”
The men placed their prepared gifts on the living room coffee table before heading to bed. Now, all that was left was to see who would pick which gift.
……
Day 3 in the Love Cabin.
Saturday. A rest day. A date day.
The women woke up bright and early, eager to see what gifts the men had prepared. On the coffee table, three items were neatly arranged: a Sherlock Holmes book, an aromatherapy set, and a box containing perfume and a handwritten note.
Before anyone could react, Cheng Cixin swiftly grabbed the box, holding it close to her chest. “I love this one!” she said excitedly.
Ding Minqi hesitated, also eyeing the box. But Cheng Cixin had no intention of letting go.
The audience watching at home was furious. “Seriously?! She took it first without even giving the others a chance?!”
After much deliberation, Ding Minqi settled for the aromatherapy set. Now, only the Sherlock Holmes book remained.
Mu Fu waited patiently. She already knew the outcome. In her past life, no one had chosen the book either. Back then, the original Mu Fu had taken it reluctantly, only to later discover it was Chen Han’s gift. Her initial disappointment had turned into pure joy.
Since fate had already worked in her favor once, Mu Fu decided to let history repeat itself. It didn’t matter how she got there—as long as she ended up on a date with Chen Han, that was all that mattered.
The perfume box belonged to Han Jin, while the aromatherapy set was prepared by Kang Jiadong. With these choices, it seemed like each woman had picked the person she wanted to go on a date with.
Meanwhile, the men still had no idea who had taken their gifts.
In her past life, Chen Han had taken his date to an amusement park. Knowing this, Mu Fu dressed accordingly—opting for a stylish yet comfortable outfit, her hair softly draped over her shoulders, adding a gentle elegance to her look.
Chen Han noticed immediately. He didn’t know if Mu Fu had chosen his gift on purpose, but he hoped she had. If only he had known she would be here from the start… He would have picked a different gift, something even more meaningful. But now, the show didn’t allow last-minute changes.
Then, he saw her walking toward him. Step by step. Chen Han’s heart leaped with excitement. His lips curled into a smile, his eyes shimmering with delight. She had really picked his gift. This was fate.
“Surprised? Didn’t see this coming, huh?” Mu Fu grinned playfully. Her smile was pure, her eyes filled with mischief.
“Surprised? Yes. But unexpected? Not at all. My gift was meant for you.” Chen Han’s voice was firm, confident.
Mu Fu hadn’t expected him to be this smooth. Her heart skipped a beat. Face flushing red, she covered her cheeks with her hands. “It’s too hot. Let’s get in the car.”
The weather was perfectly mild, the sun just beginning to rise. But Chen Han didn’t call her out on it. He simply smiled and followed her lead.
Once inside the car, Chen Han reached into his bag. He pulled out a homemade bento box, carefully prepared earlier that morning. “Here, eat something first. I’ll take you somewhere special for lunch later.” Truthfully, Chen Han had only planned to bring this bento if the right person showed up. Luckily, she did.
Mu Fu accepted the bento, her heart warming at the thoughtful gesture. He even prepared food for her… how sweet.
She glanced at him teasingly. “Did you prepare this for whoever picked your gift?” A test. She wanted to see his answer.
Chen Han chuckled softly. “No. I only brought it because it was you.”
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