Chapter 90: Leisure Variety Show

Time slipped away, and two months passed.

Lu Nan’s foot had mostly healed. She could walk and run, but mainly because she was so restless. She even hugged Song Wenwei while sleeping, and early in the morning, she practiced boxing.

She even dragged Song Wenwei over to watch her new moves.

“Watch this—how about I show you a few tricks?” Lu Nan said as she threw off the blanket and tried to get out of bed to demonstrate.

Song Wenwei eyed her barely healed foot and quickly said, “No, no, no. You’re really not afraid of falling again.”

“What’s there to fear? A healthy body can handle a fall.” Lu Nan patted her chest confidently, insisting she wouldn’t fall.

“But don’t jinx it. If you end up in a wheelchair every day, even I won’t be able to keep up with you.”

Lu Nan thought about it. Wheelchairs could go pretty fast—dozens of kilometers per hour. She said, “Have you seen those wheelchair brands labeled ‘electric vehicles’? No license plate needed, and you can legally speed around.”

Song Wenwei: “……”

—

On the last day of the month, Li Erning called Lu Nan right on time.

For those two months, they had slept in the hospital. Lu Nan needed daily rehab training to prevent muscle atrophy in her foot.

Song Wenwei came over after work to join her. The hospital bed was too small, so Lu Nan specially bought a large one, turning the ward into something like a bridal suite. If it weren’t for the hospital being under the company’s name, they wouldn’t have gotten away with it.

“Do you remember the good news I mentioned?” Li Erning dangled the tantalizing hook.

Lu Nan exclaimed, “Erjie, you really held out. Over two months and you only tell me now? I’d forgotten if you hadn’t brought it up. What is it?”

“Song Wenwei’s next variety show—you’re on it. I pulled strings for you as a flying guest.”

“Oh, that’s nothing special.”

“Don’t play coy. I can already hear you laughing—cover it up a bit…”

Lu Nan’s laughter erupted wildly; she couldn’t stop and didn’t want to.

Soon after, Lu Nan left the hospital. Song Wenwei was at work and wouldn’t return, so she knocked on Li Erning’s door—they lived in the same building, just floors apart.

She carried two large bags stuffed full of newly bought clothes.

“Li-jie, should I wear this one or that one?”

Li Erning glanced at both and shook her head. “Neither.”

“Why? They’re both fine, right? Not weird at all.”

“They’re ugly.”

Lu Nan: “Okay, swapping them out now.”

Li Erning gave a fake chuckle. “Heh heh…”

She tried another—a black-and-white striped T-shirt with a beret.

A dead glamorous peacock, who’d been silently in love for six years, had to subtly flaunt its feathers.

Li Erning rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Dress normally. This is a farming variety show, not a runway. Those outfits will restrict your movements.”

“Fine.”

They finally settled on three shirts and suit pants. Li Erning stared at the three identical pairs of pants, not quite understanding Lu Nan’s logic.

“Why buy three identical ones?” Li Erning asked.

Lu Nan answered honestly, “Because they look good, of course. High margin for error.”

Li Erning fell silent for a moment, unwilling to tell her that black pants made it impossible to tell good from bad.

She said, “If you bring three identical pairs, won’t people think you haven’t changed pants?”

“No way!” Lu Nan gazed lovingly at her precious pants.

These were handpicked based on her taste. Ever since someone complimented them, she’d bought five more—two already in her closet at home.

Anyone who said she didn’t change pants was spreading rumors.

In the end, Li Erning couldn’t dissuade her. Lu Nan still took the three black suit pants with her.

—

Ever since learning she’d appear on screen with Song Wenwei, Lu Nan had been over the moon.

Who could understand?

It perfectly captured that feeling of being semi-secret yet semi-public. Just imagining the scene made her burst into laughter.

Song Wenwei was heading to S City for the variety shoot. Before leaving, she leaned down with a thousand warnings. “I’m off to make money again. You rest well.”

“Okay then. I’ll rest at home and wait for you to come back.” As she said it, Lu Nan put on a suitably sad expression.

So heartbroken, hehe—totally fake.

Just The Actor’s Self-Cultivation. She was scheming inside.

After Song Wenwei left, Lu Nan grabbed her luggage and headed to the airport.

…

The variety show was filmed in S City—a rural pastoral type, with a three-day, two-night shoot.

Lu Nan hid in a corner. The production team insisted on a surprise entrance, which felt awkwardly embarrassing to her.

“Director, don’t we have a new member today? There are two extra chairs,” one of the arrived members asked.

Lu Nan couldn’t make her out from afar, but the voice sounded familiar.

“Looks like Gu Yue is the sharp one, figuring it out right away. Let’s welcome our new member—Lu Nan!”

With the host’s cheerful announcement, Lu Nan stepped out from the corner. She was there to work, so her outfit was casual: a gray long shirt with one corner tucked into suit pants, making her look tall and poised.

The moment Song Wenwei heard the name, surprise and joy flashed across her face.

The camera, which had panned past her, whipped back around. The mischief-making crew zoomed in, capturing her expression perfectly.

“Hello, everyone.” Lu Nan greeted the group, her gaze fixed squarely on Song Wenwei.

“Welcome, welcome!”

Only then did Lu Nan clearly see the eight people on site: four men and four women.

Song Wenwei was there, along with Gu Yue, the female lead from her first drama whom she knew well. There was another unfamiliar person, and the last woman gave Lu Nan a bad premonition deep down—Xia Zhengyun, who should have been in the hospital receiving treatment.

Hadn’t she been ill? Was she cured…?

The host thrust the mic toward her. “Looks like Lu Nan and our Wenwei are already very familiar? Net rumors say your relationship is something special~”

He dragged out the “oh” suggestively, as if it were true.

Lu Nan smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned by the host’s trap—instead, she jumped right in. Her cool features lit up strikingly when she smiled. “Yeah, that’s the one online rumor that’s actually true.”

At those words, Xia Zhengyun’s expression flickered oddly for an instant, her brows furrowing tightly. But she quickly masked it—this was a variety show, everything was being recorded.

The group had come ready for drama, and Lu Nan’s words ignited the gossip flames. Even the host couldn’t hold it together.

All eyes turned to Song Wenwei, eagerly awaiting her reaction.

“Oh!~”

Someone in the crowd let out a cheer, and it rippled through.

Song Wenwei: ……