**Chapter 50: Nourishing the Body**

In the presidential suite of the hotel.

After confirming that Qin Mang was okay, Fu Yuan personally went to meet Tan Guannan.

She had managed him for many years and knew his temperament well. In this industry, for him to have risen smoothly to his current level of success, luck, talent, and effort were all indispensable.

That’s why she couldn’t bear to watch him fall from the peak into the abyss.

Fu Yuan had rushed over overnight and was now utterly exhausted.

She poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

“She’s He Lingji’s wife.”

He actually had the audacity to propose to Mrs. He.

Fu Yuan rarely felt regret, but now she did.

She should have told him about Qin Mang’s identity sooner.

“Of all the people you could’ve fallen for, why her?”

The cold and upright man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a burning cigarette between his slender fingers. His voice was tinged with hoarseness.

“She’s married.”

So that time he accidentally heard her call someone "husband"

—it wasn’t a pet name between lovers.

It was her actual husband.

Had he known she was married, he wouldn’t have…

Wouldn’t he?

Staring at the crisscrossing neon lights outside, Tan Guannan began to doubt himself.

“That’s right. A commercial marriage. Perfectly matched.”

These kinds of ties between families were often stronger than love.

Fu Yuan had regained her composure.

“Even if Mr. He weren’t in the picture, you still wouldn’t be able to marry Qin Mang.”

As her agent, Fu Yuan had looked into Qin Mang’s background. She came from a long line of aristocrats, a family with deep roots and a legacy going back hundreds of years.

A daughter raised in such a household would never marry a male actor.

Even if he were an internationally acclaimed film emperor, he still wouldn’t meet the Qin family’s standards.

When Tan Guannan heard the words "commercial marriage,"

a flicker of emotion finally surfaced in his previously indifferent eyes.

Fu Yuan had said all she needed to say. She got up to leave and meet with the show’s director.

Before walking out, she left him with one last sentence:

“In the end, that man controls the fate of everyone. With just one word from him, all your years of effort could turn to dust.”

—

The variety show * “Are You the Killer?”

* suddenly suspended filming for seven days.

Meng Ting finally relaxed when he got the notice.

He had known Mr. He would make all the necessary arrangements for Qin Mang.

But only seven days?

While reviewing the schedule, he muttered, “What can you even do in seven days?”

Atong cupped her face, eyes sparkling.

“They’re legally married! Seven days and seven nights—*hiss ha hiss ha hiss ha!*”

Meng Ting rolled his eyes and tapped her forehead with the schedule.

“Mr. He clearly lives a life of restraint. He’s not that kind of guy.”

“Tsk tsk, Brother Meng, you just don’t get it.”

“The more a man looks calm and reserved on the outside, the wilder he is on the inside.”

Atong spoke like she knew from experience.

After all, she knew very well—every time Sister Mang stayed at the lakeside estate, she came back with *plenty* of hickeys.

But Meng Ting still didn’t buy it.

Mr. He was the quintessential unattainable flower on the mountaintop. Even if he had a sex life, it would be under the reasonable boundaries of a marriage.

There’s no way he’d be the type to indulge in sensual pleasures.

And now? Seven whole days?

Impossible.

—

On the yacht, Qin Mang opened the wardrobe.

Her eyes were greeted by a sea of bright red, gauzy dance dresses as thin as cicada wings—fabric so delicate it could be torn apart easily.

The jewelry cabinet matched—waist chains in pale gold, each adorned with different colored gemstones.

Seven days.

She had to wear this every day.

Qin Mang was sick of it.

But He Lingji refused to give her any other clothes. Not even a scrap of fabric.

Anytime, anywhere—he could just lift the dress and—

Who knows how many of those fragile dresses he’d already torn apart?

“He Lingji, you pervert!”

In the end, Qin Mang had no choice but to snatch his shirt and wear that instead.

His plain, restrained men’s shirt hung on her delicate figure, revealing her fair, slender legs as she moved, creating an irresistible, swaying elegance.

He Lingji was uncharacteristically idle.

He lounged lazily on a specially designed swing chair.

The way it swayed—nine light swings and one heavy—seemed almost… choreographed.

Qin Mang didn’t want to count, but her brain couldn’t help it.

The walls were made of panoramic glass, showing the endless blue sea and a deserted island.

Even if there were no people—

Animals watching was still embarrassing!

Nine light, one heavy. Nine shallow, one deep?

Ahhh!

Her thoughts had officially gone off the rails!

“Come down.”

He Lingji slowly lifted his gaze—calm and deep as the ocean outside. His thin lips curled into a smile.

“Even swinging on a swing has to be supervised by Mrs. He?”

Then he invited, “Want to join me?”

Qin Mang’s fox-like little face was now the picture of abstinence. She folded her arms and refused.

“No. Stay away from me.”

He Lingji lowered his eyes.

“Why?”

Qin Mang responded coolly, “We are from different realms—an immortal and a demon.”

“I’m afraid you’ll keep draining this fairy’s divine energy.”

He Lingji played along, “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Then what do you want?”

He advanced step by step.

Qin Mang’s beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at He Lingji’s outwardly restrained and elegant face.

Yet when he did *that*, the coldness would turn into something wild, seductive, and charged with desire.

She couldn’t help but bite her red lip.

He Lingji said calmly, “You haven’t finished receiving your birthday present.”

The moment she heard “birthday,”

her expression cracked.

Her head filled with “birthday present”

trauma.

She’d remember this for the rest of her life!

“I don’t want any more presents!”

Ugh, she never wanted presents again.

He Lingji’s gifts were more dangerous than a hot potato.

Clearly—

Only the gifts you buy for yourself are safe. Never rely on a man!

But He Lingji had said seven days, so seven days it was.

Not a second less.

He said “try everything,”

so they tried everything. Not one thing skipped.

Of course—

He said she had to swing with him, so she had to swing.

—

Seven days later.

Qin Mang finally stepped back on solid ground, facing the sun like she’d just survived a past life.

In the nanny van—

Looking at her rosy, dewy face like she’d just had seven days of spa treatment, Meng Ting stared and said with mixed feelings, “Seven days of ecstasy?”

Qin Mang, in the middle of drinking water, nearly choked.

“How did you know?!”

Meng Ting sighed.

“Even if Mr. He is irresistible, you can’t let him wear you out like that.”

“Men can’t take that much exertion.”

“…?”

The hell—he got it backward!

If she hadn’t been trained in emotional control since childhood, Qin Mang really would have rolled her eyes.

Who wore who out?

Who tortured who?

Who the hell was the real victim here?

Meng Ting had always admired He Lingji, memorizing his life story by heart. Though he was discreet, he couldn’t help himself today.

He even went and ordered the best supplements.

“He doesn’t need that stuff!”

Qin Mang looked at the order list and was thoroughly unimpressed.

She was already nearly wrecked.

If he had even more energy—

She suddenly remembered how during He Lingji’s birthday, he’d accidentally drunk some deer blood wine while wearing her gift.

And then—

He sent her straight to the hospital.

A flash of horror crossed her eyes.

She objected firmly: “Don’t buy these pointless things!”

“What if Mr. He gets weak?”

“Men are hard to recover in that area.”

“Let him be weak!”

“Preferably very weak!”

Qin Mang didn’t hesitate.

Also, if *anyone* would get weak—it wouldn’t be Mr. He.

His self-control was terrifying.

She’d be soaked through all day long, and he—

He’d only go once, after who knows how many rounds of teasing.

Every single time, Qin Mang felt like he was silently mocking her for being “too fast”

!

Not only should men not be told to "hurry up"

— Women shouldn't either! It's just infuriating. She was the one who needed supplements!

Meng Ting got back on topic: "Right, post a selfie on Weibo later. Your fans have been waiting forever."

"Did Mr. He give you any flowers or gifts for your birthday?"

"Any pictures? If so, you could post one or two."

Qin Mang had been "missing"

for seven days—right during her birthday. Fans had been expecting her to post something on Weibo. Generally, when celebrities go public with a relationship, they’ll at least post on special occasions to show affection. If they don’t, people start suspecting a breakup.

Qin Mang didn’t post anything, nor did she appear in public. Even her reality show filming got interrupted. The teaser had been airing for a week, but the first episode still hadn’t been released. Now everyone was speculating that she’d broken up.

Birthday gifts? Qin Mang’s pretty face showed a blank expression.

"What? He didn’t give you anything?"

No way. Mr. He didn’t seem like the stingy type.

"He did…"

He gave her an entire yacht. But—none of it was postable! Not a single part of it!

The only shareable thing was a photo of the yacht’s exterior, but he had already posted that on Weibo. He stole her content, and now the goddess was even more annoyed.

With no "materials"

to post, Qin Mang could only upload a selfie and rely on her beauty to keep fans engaged. But to her surprise, six or seven days after her birthday, fans and netizens were *still* speculating why she didn’t post any gifts—and were even encouraging her to break up—

> "No gift post, no PDA. Definitely broke up."

> "Maybe it’s just that the gift wasn’t worth showing? He’s not in the industry—probably not rich."

> "@QinMangGoddess A man who won’t spend on you is NOT a good man. Break up!"

> "If you don’t break up, one day you’ll be so broke you can’t afford gemstones and will have to forage wild veggies to feed your man. So tragic."

> "LMAO @ the comment above!"

> "It’s not that bad—she could sell gems to support him."

> "@QinMang please, love-brains never end well."

> "Just break up already. Tan Nanshen is so much better—hot and rich. A single acting gig and he could buy you loads of gems. Let him support you! Way better than you supporting someone else."

Qin Mang saw how off-track the comments were going— Especially when they started dragging Tan Guannan into it.

Her delicate brows furrowed as she recalled He Lengji’s possessiveness—and those seven days of * "discipline."

*

She quickly typed a response:

**Qin Mang V:** Not breaking up. Still going strong. Can afford it. Gave a yacht. No photos—not convenient.

Every sentence a bombshell—so much info, fans didn’t know where to focus.

> "Three-Character Classic?"

> "LOL! Not that—more like… he bought a *yacht*?!"

> "Wait, a yacht? Why does that photo look familiar?"

> *[screenshot.jpg]* > It was the same yacht photo He Lengji had posted, claiming it was for "Mrs. He."

> "Trying to copy Mr. He?"

> "Of all people to imitate…"

> "@QinMang LOL. You didn’t have to go this far to save face. You think your boyfriend is *that* He family guy?"

Qin Mang’s expression was blank. Not gonna lie—he *is* that He family guy. But the netizens didn’t buy it.

If she really got a yacht, why not take photos? Even if they didn’t want to show the outside and risk revealing the boyfriend’s identity, surely the inside was okay?

Qin Mang: “…”

Definitely not.

The inside was even *more* unpresentable. The kind of unpresentable that would get instantly censored if posted.

Just as Meng Ting was wondering if they should fake a yacht photo— Secretary Cong sent Qin Mang a message. It was another luxurious yacht photo.

Just four simple words: ** "Little Lion"

**—but the vibe was grand and majestic.

**Secretary Cong:** [This yacht is a birthday gift Mr. He prepared especially for you. It’s fully equipped and perfect for hosting parties.]

The message was clear. This one was a *normal* yacht—not the unmentionable kind.

Turns out he had prepared two.

Qin Mang posted the photo on Weibo to slap the haters. Let them think she was using He Lengji’s way of showing love to scam the audience.

Netizens already knew, thanks to Wu Yuxi, that Qin Mang’s nickname was "Little Lion."

So they didn’t doubt it was hers.

Besides, she was a celebrity. No way would she risk posting a fake pic—if exposed, it would be humiliating!

> "Holy crap—it’s real?"

> "Your boyfriend really gave you that? Not something you bought yourself?"

> "Some of you are so weird. If she doesn’t show, she’s lying. If she does, you say it’s fake. So no matter what she says, it’s a lie?"

> "Exactly. If Qin Mang were showy, we’d have known she was rich ages ago. She’s been in the industry two years—only now people are finding out."

> "It’s one thing to be rich—but she never used family connections, never bought roles. She made it on her own! A stunning, talented, humble queen—where else do you find that?"

> "As long as she stays unproblematic, I’ll stan her forever!"

> "Not to ruin the mood, but… does the guy actually deserve her?"

> "Only way to end the debate is to reveal who he is."

> "@media @journalists @gossip accounts—this one’s yours!"

Media insiders: They *wanted* to report it. But… who dared?

They couldn’t. But they couldn’t contain their excitement either.

So a bunch of them started a private "Aurora"

super-topic group:

> "Did you see the yacht pic?"

> "Yup!"

> "It’s a couple’s photo, OMG."

> "He gave a yacht. She received it. Isn’t that obvious?!"

> "They both used lion motifs!"

> "Today’s netizens are missing the point. We’re the real detectives."

> "…"

> "Bet they’ll go public if she wins an award."

> "Awards aren’t cabbages, though."

> "…"

The chat was like encrypted code—only those in the know could understand.

—

Qin Mang was sure this was He Lengji’s *trap.* Would he really be that generous out of kindness?

Thinking of a certain possibility, she messaged him on WeChat before getting out of the car—

**LittleLion_Awoomeow:** "Hit me with a stick, then feed me a date? You think I’ll fall for that?"

He Lengji didn’t reply for two hours. By then, Qin Mang had arrived at the filming location for the reality show. Right before her phone got taken—

**BigBro:** "Only one hit?"

Qin Mang read it and immediately imagined the sound effects—*slap slap slap!* Ahhhh! Her mind went to the gutter! She got it instantly!

**LittleLion_Awoomeow:** "You shameless! You pervert! You scoundrel!"

**BigBro:** "One slap, one date."

Qin Mang’s eyes lit up. Her anger faded fast. Forget dates—those were *gems!*

She sent a voice message: “Love you, big bro, mwah mwah!”

Just then— The behind-the-scenes cameraman came to take her phone. Accidentally overheard her message.

The girl’s soft voice was sweet like honey— That "big bro"

could melt bones.

The director: "So Qin has an older brother?"

Qin Mang locked and shut off her phone. Then looked up with a sultry smile: "Oh~ He’s a half-brother from another mother… who shares my bed~"

Real brother? Or *lover*?

The director had seen many celeb scandals. But never one who tripped herself up on purpose!

Meng Ting hadn’t left yet. When he heard this, his head throbbed.

He quickly clarified: "Everyone, don’t misunderstand! That’s just… just their couple dynamic! Just a kink!"

He definitely didn’t want it edited into some weird incest drama.

Everyone’s expressions cracked.

Meanwhile, Qin Mang had a smug little smile of success.

Meng Ting’s headache got worse. She was a little devil, through and through.

This reality show was definitely going to expose her *real* self.

Under Meng Ting’s death glare, Qin Mang’s lovely little face was full of innocence: "Everyone’s so smart—I’m sure they won’t misunderstand."

Everyone else: “…”

Sorry, we’re not smart.