Qin Yun thought for a moment and said, "You should sign it, I’ll ask for you tonight."

Li Ning was delighted upon hearing this and patted his own thigh, "Really? That’s great, Sister Yun, I’ll treat you to dinner when we get back to the country!!"

A very happy Li Ning didn’t notice that Qin Yun mentioned she would ask Pei Yan about this matter tonight.

They didn’t chat for long before the show resumed filming.

It was still divided into two groups with scattered tasks, and the successful group received a prize.

Qin Yun’s group hadn’t taken first place for three days, so Li Ning and Bai Ziyu vowed to clinch first place on the last day. They put their hearts into finding food, quickly completed the task, and swiftly helped Qin Yun and Pei Yan finish theirs.

Initially, Qin Yun was the most energetic person in Group A, but lately, she had been unusually languid.

Everyone assumed she was affected by Jingjing’s situation, even Su Yu instructed the filming crew to shoot less of Qin Yun and more of Pei Yan.

In the livestream chat, half the fans were feeling sorry for Qin Yun, half were waiting for some romance, and some were criticizing her.

How could they know that Qin Yun was pregnant, that she had a baby coming?

A wholly new life intimately related to her was being nurtured in her body.

By comparison, winning or losing the show didn’t seem so important anymore.

"Group A wins!"

The task ended, and Group A finally took first place again and won the prize for the last day.

The prize was provided by a sponsor—milk, a year’s supply of fresh milk.

Several of the men found receiving milk unappealing and immediately passed it to Wang Li and Lin Yihan.

Meanwhile, Qin Yun was overjoyed with the voucher she had just won.

She had one portion, Pei Yan had another, allowing her to drink two bottles of milk a day, saving money on two portions.

Though it’s not enough, it’s better than nothing.

Now that she’s going to be a mother, she needs to be frugal to save money for snacks, baby formula, diapers, and clothes for her child.

Sister An said raising a child consumes a lot of energy and money, and she deeply agreed with this.

The staff applauded and smiled, "Congratulations to all the guests on completing the last episode recording, the show finished perfectly, Director Su arranged for afternoon tea, let’s all gather!"

"Thank you, Director Su, long live Director Su!!"

Due to the completion of the show recording, all guests were relaxed, and the atmosphere was exceptionally good, everyone was discussing what to do after going back, looking for any collaboration opportunities.

Especially Bai Ziyu and Xiao Hu, both were initially streamers, and this show helped them gain many fans.

Xiao Hu was considering signing with cilicili. Qin Yun suggested he have a good talk when he returned to the company, making Xiao Hu realize he might successfully switch to the idol’s company to continue streaming.

He wasn’t bothered about the treatment.

He thought everyone would be there for afternoon tea and planned to discuss signing with Qin Yun, but when afternoon tea began, Pei Yan and Qin Yun had already disappeared. Su Yu informed everyone they had to return to the country a bit early for work and wouldn’t be joining for afternoon tea.

By the time everyone started eating, Qin Yun and her companions were already on a private jet back home.

Another person was also absent.

Jingjing, but everyone tacitly agreed not to ask or mention her as if she didn’t exist.

At six thirty in the evening.

Qin Yun and three others disembarked from the plane, Tang Chengguo and Sun Wan’er came to pick them up.

As soon as Sun Wan’er saw Qin Yun, she rushed forward and hugged Qin Yun with teary eyes, "Yunyun, you’ve worked hard."

Qin Yun was moved by the warm hug and couldn’t resist hugging Sun Wan’er back.

Afterward, Sun Wan’er gently said, "After such a long flight, you must be hungry, we have soup ready at home, let’s go home for dinner."

As they exited VIP passage, the entrance was surrounded by reporters.

"Pei Yan, is choosing to marry Qin Yun a commercial alliance?"

"Did Qin Yun marry you to gain better resources?"

"Was your marriage a result of love?"

"Did you consider your fans’ feelings when you decided to get married?"

"Why disclose the marriage news now? Is it because Qin Yun is pregnant and you had no choice but to go public, or did she use the child to force her way up?"

"Is Qin Yun considering a break and exit from the entertainment industry after pregnancy?"

The exit was full of reporters, bombarding them with questions. Even the airport security and the drivers brought by the Tang Family couldn’t stop the reporters’ crazed advances.

Pei Yan protected Qin Yun, while Zheng Qian and Yuanyuan cleared a path ahead, responding professionally to reporters and asking them not to block the exit.

But as they walked, one reporter pushed Qin Yun, making her nearly lose her balance and fall. Pei Yan’s expression immediately changed.

Pei Yan quickly steadied Qin Yun, holding her waist tightly, keeping her close, and eyed the offending reporter dangerously, "Which company do you work for?"

The reporter froze under Pei Yan’s gaze.

Confronted and jeered at by fellow reporters, the press member became embarrassed and angry, refusing to respond to Pei Yan’s question and recited disdainfully, "What now? No photographs allowed?"

Nearby reporters quieted down because of the commotion, snapping photos obsessively.

The reporter, bolstered by the crowd, became more assertive, "As celebrities, aren’t you meant to be photographed by us? Without us, where’d your traffic come from?"

Pei Yan’s face clouded as he handed Qin Yun to Tang Chengguo and approached the reporter.

"I need traffic from you? You overestimate yourself. Your earlier action jeopardized my family’s safety, and I reserve the right to take legal action against you. My lawyer will contact you shortly."

Pei Yan’s exceedingly serious tone frightened the reporter, whose face changed color with panic, "I only gave her a little shove, how fragile could you be? Aren’t artists people too? One shove and you’re shattered?"

"Feel free to try," Pei Yan’s voice, cold as ice, weighed heavily on the reporter.

The reporter stammered out of fear, "I, I didn’t mean it."

Pei Yan, towering over a head and half above the reporter, scrutinized him icily, "Apologize to her."

The reporter instinctively retreated a step, his face flushing and purpling, opened his mouth several times but uttered no word. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The reporters nearby forcefully nudged him.

He gritted his teeth and bowed his head, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault."

His apology was so quiet that few heard it.

Pei Yan’s face grew darker, giving a cold chuckle, "You weren’t this humble when you were asking questions just now."