The live stream of No Romance Villa cut off again in the last few minutes on the sixth night.
Netizens speculated whether the wind had disrupted the signal once more.
Late at night, the official account posted on Weibo:
["Due to some technical issues, tomorrow's finale will begin streaming in the afternoon. Stay tuned!"]
Well-informed netizens claimed a bomb had been found on the yacht.
Online commentators quipped: "Is this No Romance Villa or No Survival Villa?"
The wait continued until the next afternoon.
The live stream resumed.
Millions of viewers flooded in.
— "The unkillable turtle is back!"
— "Finally, we’ll find out who’s dating whom!"
— "Holy crap! Why is there a scruffy-looking homeless guy here?"
— "Don’t talk nonsense, that’s Gu Laochou!"
Gu Jingchuan had no energy left to care about his appearance today.
With his mother facing imprisonment, dressing up would make him seem utterly unfilial.
The Director, still cheerful as ever, greeted everyone: "Good afternoon! Today marks our finale. Did everyone enjoy this past week?"
Silence.
The Director: "Glad to hear it! Since it’s the last day, we won’t enforce any rules—just stay safe."
"Go ahead and have lunch first."
Today, there were no guests—only the eight participants.
At the rectangular dining table, Lin Mo sat directly across from Xie Guanyan, with Shen Sizhan to her left and Qiao Yinyin to her right.
Jiang Wan and Xu Yan had failed to secure seats.
"Hey sis, how’d you sleep last night?" Shen Sizhan asked, dropping a spare rib into her bowl.
Lin Mo blinked. "Pretty well."
Another day of following doctor’s orders.
After sending a message, Xie Guanyan hadn’t replied. A while later, her door was knocked on softly.
She’d intended to get frisky, but the moment she threw herself into Xie Guanyan’s arms, she fell asleep.
No helping it—two sleepless nights had left her exhausted.
She didn’t even have the mental bandwidth to revisit the lingering questions from last night.
Now, her clear, sparkling peach-blossom eyes rested on the man across from her.
As always, he wore a well-fitted white shirt and silver-rimmed glasses, exuding refined elegance.
Sensing her gaze, he looked up and smiled warmly, like spring in full bloom.
Lin Mo’s heartbeat quickened instinctively, but she kept her composure.
Did Zhang Meixia truly love Gu Jingchuan?
Twisted forms of love did exist—she’d read about them in erotica, though that genre wasn’t her taste.
At most, she could stomach some pseudo-incest tropes.
But she hadn’t detected that kind of obsession in Zhang Meixia’s eyes—just traces of disdain.
And after returning from the yacht cabin, the atmosphere on deck had felt... off.
If Gu Jingchuan wasn’t the reason, why else would Zhang Meixia hate her?
At eighteen, the only link between her and Zhang Meixia had been Gu Jingchuan’s crush on her.
Lunch ended.
Lin Mo sidled up to Xie Guanyan and whispered, "Got anything you’re hiding from me?"
Had he asked Zhang Meixia for the real reason, deemed it too much for her, and let Zhang Meixia fabricate something instead?
Xie Guanyan, mid-sip of water, tensed. His fingers tightened around the glass, pupils flickering.
Adjusting his glasses with one finger, he masked his panic with confusion. "Why the sudden question?"
Lin Mo found nothing unusual in his reaction.
Him deflecting with a question was normal—an outright denial would’ve been suspicious.
But voicing her doubts would imply she didn’t trust him.
They’d only been dating for two days—trust was fragile.
"Nothing, just wondering," Lin Mo said, tilting her head with a smile.
No proof meant no accusations.
She grabbed an apple from the table and tossed it to Shen Sizhan. "Wash this."
Shen Sizhan grinned like a Nike logo. "Aye aye!"
— "This guy feels zero shame about being an errand boy—only pride."
Only when Lin Mo’s unique scent faded did Xie Guanyan realize his back was drenched in sweat.
His heart pounded violently; his legs felt unsteady.
Shan Shan was too sharp—she’d noticed something was wrong!
The beautiful man’s eyes darkened. His slender fingers pressed into the table as he watched the girl chatting with others.
She must never learn the truth. Never.
The afternoon passed with more interactive games.
Under the sunny seascape, everyone’s moods gradually lifted.
Evening arrived.
The Director announced via megaphone: "Tonight’s farewell banquet requires formal attire!"
7 PM.
The yacht deck glittered under elegant lights, accompanied by a melodious violin.
Once again, they drifted to the sea’s center—but this time, without the earlier clamor.
With all participants present, the Director declared, "Our finale has a special segment."
The moment he finished speaking, the night sky ignited with countless pinpricks of light—like stars suspended midair.
Jiang Wan gasped. "The Director went all out! That’s at least several thousand drones!"
The Director smiled without comment.
Lin Mo gazed up at the drones.
Eleven years ago, the technology hadn’t been this advanced.
This was also the first time she had ever seen so many drones at once.
Thousands of drones formed two enormous letters—"SS"—against the pitch-black sky.
Seconds later, the pattern transformed into a giant blue butterfly.
The butterfly spread its wings and soared, morphing into a blooming ice-blue rose.
The rose petals scattered, rearranging into words: 【Lin Mo, I love you more than anything in this world. P.S., I’ve transferred 131,400,000 to your bank account.】
