Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 93 : Hellish Mission (2)

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 : Hellish Mission (2)

Lang Yuxuan and Ye Lingxia, the unlucky souls who landed third place in the flower-selling competition, turned pale in a flash.

"B-but I can’t do it," Lang Yuxuan whimpered. "M-my legs..."

Ye Lingxia’s mouth fell open in shock.

"Me? Plowing the field manually...?"

They both offered a heartrending sight.

Until two people spoke up at the same time.

"I will take your place, Yuxuan."

"I will take your place, Senior Ye."

Lang Yuxuan looked up at his beloved person, his crush, his senior, his mentor, and his savior Yan Renzhong.

"Senior Yan," he choked with sobs. "Are you really going to help me out?"

Similarly, Ye Lingxia’s eyes turned glassy as she gaped at Shen Jingwei, who had selflessly volunteered to take his place.

"Shen Jingwei, you..."

Ye Lingxia wiped traces of tears off the tails of her eyes.

"...are a real man."

Which indirectly meant that Feng Jietang was not.

Feng Jietang cleared his throat loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I was just one step too late," he mumbled in resentment. "I would never let ladies work manually on the field."

"Of course, of course."

Ye Lingxia patted him on the back.

"There is no need to be shy. I have heard the same statement many times."

"...."

The only benefit of this arrangement was that they no longer had to worry about getting enough money to feed their stomachs every day.

Uncle Huang’s farm had everything they need. His farm house also had four empty bedrooms to host their guests. Two big ones with two single beds each, and two small ones with a double-bed each.

Lin Ruoye and Ye Lingxia agreed to become roommates again, so they took one big guest room.

Lang Yuxuan still needed assistance at night due to his weakened condition, so Yan Renzhong agreed to stay in the other big guest room with him.

Feng Jietang and Shen Jingwei each get to occupy a small guest room.

Feng Jietang was devastated, but Shen Jingwei was oblivious to the other man’s pain.

After one restful night, the six participants emerged at the dining room for a hearty breakfast.

Their prizes and the workload of the day were already waiting for them at the field.

"We are very grateful toward CNC Studio," Uncle Huang wiped tears of gratitude off the wrinkled ends of his eyes.

"Who would have expected the storm to hit the area so fiercely? And I had just sent all my workers away, too! If CNC Studio did not offer their helping hands, Auntie Bai and I might have to survive on rice and salt for several months straight!"

Hearing the elderly speak this way, the participants could not help but be touched.

"Don’t worry, Uncle, you shall eat rice with fish and meat!"

"We will finish re-planting the fields as soon as possible!"

"Leave it to us!"

And so the brave men and women marched toward the fields.

Conveniently, there were six patches of rice field altogether, one for each person.

The six participants stood in the middle of the narrow path separating three patches to their left and three patches to their right.

The tractor, the two water buffalos, and the heap of farming tools already stood ready to the side.

Uncle Huang, the grandmaster of rice farming, stood in front of them to outline their tasks for the next few days.

"Not all rice fields are level. Fields 2 and 3, for example, have uneven terrain, making them inaccessible to tractors."

"Therefore, I shall assign Little Lang and Little Lin to Field 1 and 4."

Lang Yuxuan and Lin Ruoye nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Uncle Huang," they answered in unison.

"The water buffalos also do not like uneven terrains, but they are more flexible than tractors. Little Feng and Little Ye will take Field 5 and 6."

"Yes, Uncle Huang," the other two answered in a chorus.

"Field 2 and 3, the most difficult fields to work on, will be handled by Little Yan and Little Shen."

"Yes, Uncle Huang," the remaining two answered.

"I shall now teach each of you how to do your jobs. I will start with Little Yan and Little Shen first."

Since the two men were going to do manual labor at the fields, there was no point working in separate fields.

They thus agreed to work side-by-side at Field 2 before moving to Field 3.

After Uncle Huang finished giving his instructions, he moved on to teach Feng Jietang and Ye Lingxia how to handle the water buffalos, and lastly accompany Lang Yuxuan and Lin Ruoye as they operated the tractor.

As the morning mist dissipated, the air grew thinner and the temperature rose, revealing a scorching sun.

The once cool and refreshing morning air had been replaced by a stifling heat that seemed to seep into every pore.

Shen Jingwei and Yan Renzhong were soon drenched in sweat, their clothes clinging to their bodies like a second skin. Salty sweat trickled into Shen Jingwei’s mouth, tasting metallic and unpleasant. He wiped it away with his arm sleeve, but the sleeve was already saturated with sweat.

Shen Jingwei turned to look at Yan Renzhong.

"Yan..."

He was about to suggest changing into lighter clothes before resuming their hard work when Yan Renzhong did something totally unexpected.

The man shed his wet shirt with one fluid movement, revealing a powerful physique that was both intimidating and undeniably attractive. Broad shoulders with pronounced shoulder blades, sinewy biceps that rippled with strength, and a chiseled torso with six-pack abs tapering into a lean waist.

His light brown skin, glistening with sweat, accentuated the contours of his muscular frame.

The sweat that beaded on his skin traced the intricate lines of his muscles, adding to the overall sense of raw power and primal energy that emanated from him.

The camera crew started snapping pictures like crazy.

In their enthusiasm, they almost pushed Shen Jingwei to the ground.

Yan Renzhong’s hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead as he raked his fingers through it.

He tossed his head back, revealing a neck that was both slender and muscular, a perfect blend of grace and strength.

The skin on his neck was smooth and taut, with a subtle sheen that caught the sunlight. His Adam’s apple, prominent and defined, moved rhythmically as he swallowed.

"..."

Shen Jingwei hated to admit it, but even his mouth watered at the sight.

Toppling Yan Renzhong off that first place in the popularity list was as impossible as turning the sun into a peanut.

And then Yan Renzhong looked in his direction and said something unbelievable.

"Take off your shirt."