Chapter 13: The Dominant Wife and Her Gentle Husband

The netizens were left speechless.

[Did I go deaf or blind just now? What did the ex-girlfriend say?]
[Did Brother Wang really lean into his ex’s arms?]
[Holy hell, it’s like a gender-swapped romance drama!]
[I’d bet my keyboard on this—Brother Wang definitely didn’t do it on purpose, he just slipped.]
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The “slipped” Song Wang slowly pushed himself up from Su Nian’s embrace after hearing her cold voice.

“Are you alright, Miss Su? I’m sorry, I just lost my footing—”

Su Nian turned her head toward the man whose features seemed to shine even in the darkness, her face expressionless. “Be more careful next time.”

“Mm, sorry for troubling you—”

But just as Song Wang uttered his apology, he toppled toward Su Nian again.

Su Nian: “…”

“Mr. Song—”

“My health has always been frail. The moment I walk on uneven ground, I’m prone to falling. Next time, Miss Su, you can just push me away—” Song Wang looked at Su Nian with sincere eyes, sensing her impatience. “Or perhaps, we could walk separately.”

As he spoke, Song Wang stubbornly stepped back a few paces. Then, in an act of delicate fragility, he twisted his ankle and fell to the ground.

Su Nian: “…”

“It’s alright, Miss Su, don’t worry about me. It’s already dark, you should head back to the cabin. I can—”

No sooner had Song Wang said he could manage on his own than he tried to get up, only to sway and nearly fall once more.

Quick as lightning, Su Nian caught him, preventing another tumble.

“If you’re not physically up to it, don’t push yourself.”

“Miss Su, you’re absolutely right.”

Song Wang displayed an exaggerated level of cooperation and compliance, lifting his gaze to Su Nian with a vulnerability that hinted at reliance.

When facing the strong, Su Nian believed in pursuit and surpassing; but when confronted with weakness, she couldn’t help but feel a damned bit of sympathy. After all, she’d clawed her way up from the bottom—compassion was etched into her bones, no matter how she tried to shake it.

“I’ll help you back,” Su Nian finally said.

Song Wang was taken aback by this unexpected kindness. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“I’ll just pretend I’m carrying two bags of fifty-pound rice.”

There was nothing romantic about it—just a spirit of helpfulness. Su Nian’s tone was flat.

“Thank you, Miss Su.”

“Mm.”

So, along the path back, the image of Su Nian—her “girlfriend strength” fully unleashed—supporting her frail blind date, Song Wang, was both a beautiful and arduous sight as they made their way toward the cabin.

At first, Song Wang kept a safe distance, about a fist’s width, between them. But as they went on, half his body ended up leaning against Su Nian.

When he noticed her questioning glance, he simply declared, without the slightest blush, “My foot hurts—I don’t have any strength left—”

“Men are nothing but trouble!” Su Nian huffed, but her grip didn’t loosen for a moment.

When they were less than a hundred meters from the cabin, the path on either side lit up with romantic star-shaped lights. But Su Nian had no time to appreciate it. Now that she could see clearly, her first thought was to resolve the “trouble” beside her.

Without hesitation, she bent down, scooping Song Wang up in her arms, and sprinted toward the cabin at full speed.

[My eyes must be fooling me—Ex-girlfriend actually carried Brother Wang in her arms!]
[What is even happening? Why does Brother Wang suddenly seem like a delicate little wife?]
[Hahaha, forget the domineering CEO and his dainty beloved—I’m all for a fierce woman and her adorable husband! Ex-girlfriend is way too cool—]
[When a woman is fierce enough, no man can compare. I thought Brother Wang was going to be the cold, unapproachable CEO. Now, leaning in her arms, he’s actually kind of cute.]
[Hey, what’s wrong with you people? Brother Wang isn’t anyone’s little husband—he just twisted his ankle by accident! And as for the ex-girlfriend, is she trying to be a man? There’s nothing feminine about her—she’s practically a female Hercules!]

Though opinions on the pair were divided, it didn’t stop them from once again becoming the hottest topic online. The hashtag #DomineeringWifeandDelicateHusband shot past all other guests, and the gentle, harmonious tone of their “date” soared to the top of the variety show discussion boards, leaving bystanders utterly dumbfounded.

And it wasn’t just the online crowd that was stunned.

When the other contestants returned to the cabin, preparing to wash up, they were greeted by the sight of Su Nian carrying Song Wang straight through the door.

Cen Zifan squeezed toothpaste onto the back of his hand in shock. Xia Xingkong’s face mask slipped off. Cui Mengya’s jaw dropped so wide she could fit an egg in her mouth. Li Mingen’s suspicious gaze darted between the two.

And Yi Linglin, who secretly harbored feelings for Song Wang, gasped and rushed toward them.

“Song Wang, what happened to you?”

Just then, Su Nian was carefully laying Song Wang on the sofa in the common area. Hearing Yi Linglin’s concern, she opened her mouth to explain that Song Wang had simply twisted his ankle.

But before she could speak, Yi Linglin turned to her with a reproachful look. “Miss Su, how could you take care of Mr. Song like this?”

Su Nian: “?”

Take care of him?

Did Yi Linglin hit her head or something?

“He’s not a three-year-old child. Why would he need me to take care of him?” Su Nian voiced her confusion, but Yi Linglin, caught up in her own emotions, was already tearing up with distress.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Song. If I’d known you’d get hurt, I would have fought for a chance to go on the date with you. I would never have let you get hurt.”

Her words, obviously blaming Su Nian for Song Wang’s injury, irritated Su Nian for reasons she couldn’t explain. She reached out and patted the fiercely weeping Yi Linglin.

“Miss Yi, Mr. Song, he’s—”

“Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to talk to someone who would hurt Mr. Song,” Yi Linglin cut her off.

Su Nian: “…”

Even if this was all part of an act, wasn’t she overdoing it?

“I twisted my ankle myself. Miss Su helped me back. With all your tears, you make it sound like I’ve been diagnosed with a terminal illness,” Song Wang said, his face blank as he cut through Yi Linglin’s dramatics.

The moment he spoke, laughter broke out among the others. Even Yi Linglin couldn’t hide her embarrassment.

“So that’s what happened—I misunderstood. I’m sorry, Miss Su—” Yi Linglin turned to apologize to Su Nian, but before she could receive forgiveness, she turned right back, addressing Song Wang earnestly: “I was just worried about you, Song Wang. Please don’t be upset.”

The way Yi Linglin looked at Song Wang—with cautious flattery and teary-eyed vulnerability—combined with her innocent, sweetheart image, would have made any soft-hearted man forgive her instantly.

But Song Wang was clearly not that type.

Instead, faced with her performance, he folded his arms and leaned back against the sofa, a false smile playing on his lips. His dark, clear eyes regarded Yi Linglin coolly. “Miss Yi, I’m single and I already have someone I like. Please don’t say things that could cause misunderstandings and affect how she sees me.”

Yi Linglin’s tears froze.

Song Wang, unconcerned with the awkwardness he’d just caused, turned to Su Nian and smiled. “Thank you for tonight, Miss Su. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it back—”

His words were clearly meant for someone in particular, and all the contestants understood at once.

Could it be that Su Nian was the person Song Wang liked?