Chapter 175: The Ultimate Guide to Bringing Down Green Tea Bitches

Mu Ran curled her lips, looking at the host with an expression of approval in her eyes.

The host smiled warmly at Mu Ran, holding the microphone, "And now, let us invite Nanyang to the stage."

Beside her, Mu Ran murmured softly, "After all these years, I finally get to see my idol."

Gu Becheng, whose arms were tightly wrapped around the woman's shoulders, lowered his gaze to look at her indifferently before shifting his eyes away.

Everyone present, as well as the audience watching the live stream, was waiting for Nanyang, the elusive world freestyle skiing grand slam champion.

Nanyang had never once appeared before the public media.

Even former members of the national skiing team from years ago had never seen the man's true face.

Because Nanyang was a naturally gifted athlete, he usually trained alone, and his training regimen differed from that of ordinary athletes.

Some of his envious teammates had started rumors, claiming Nanyang was hideously ugly and that was why he refused to show his face.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Nanyang still had not stepped onto the stage.

Richard muttered impatiently, "Is Nanyang playing us for fools? Or does this former champion from Huaguo love to put on airs, making us wait ages just for him to show up?"

The host turned her head, casting a cold and displeased glare, and the man immediately fell silent.

"Beibei? Why isn't Nanyang here yet?"

Mu Ran was also growing slightly impatient; she lifted her chin, furrowing her brows with a trace of displeasure.

"He's here."

Gu Becheng traced the delicate, exquisite tip of her nose with his long, well-defined fingers. "He's been here for a long time."

Mu Ran was baffled, her foxy eyes filled with doubt. Was Beibei playing a joke on her?

There were only four people on the stage. Where was Nanyang?

Wait—

"Beibei? He's here?"

A sudden shock rippled through Mu Ran's heart as a suspicion bloomed in her mind. Her wide-open eyes fixed on the man standing before her, who wore a smiling, lazy, and unrestrained expression.

"You're Nanyang?" The woman's voice was sharper than ever.

Unbelievable. Utterly mind-blowing.

No way??

Her idol had been right by her side all along?

Gu Becheng was that rumored ugly man with a scraggly beard?

"Mhm," Gu Becheng acknowledged.

His pupils trembled slightly as he closely watched the changes in the expression of the little woman before him.

A moment later, the man inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his Ranran wasn't angry with him.

After all, he had kept this identity hidden for a long time.

"Why didn't you tell me? You're actually Nanyang!" Mu Ran lightly patted Gu Becheng's chest, her tone laced with surprise and pride.

"Didn't I just tell you now?"

Gu Becheng didn't answer her directly. His large palm cupped her soft, delicate hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss. "Ranran, I'm sorry."

Mu Ran was stunned for two seconds before she curved her charming eyes, teasing the man playfully, "What are you apologizing to me for?"

"I hid my identity as Nanyang."

Mu Ran laughed out loud, her posture free and natural, showing not a shred of anger. "So what? You had your own reasons for not saying anything, and you weren't going to hide it from me forever."

"Anyway, Beibei, I'm so happy! You turned out to be my idol."

Pulling Gu Becheng with her, Mu Ran stood before the live-streaming camera. She grabbed the microphone handed to her by the host, her voice lifting, radiating pure joy.

"Nanyang is right here!"

"My boyfriend, Gu Becheng, is none other than the former world grand slam champion, Nanyang!"

With that, she turned, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and kissed him.

At this moment, all of Mu Ran's adoration for Nanyang transferred entirely onto Gu Becheng.

She was deliriously happy and excited.

Across two lifetimes, the idol of her skiing career, Nanyang, turned out to be her own boyfriend, Gu Becheng.

This must be the happiest and most perfect arrangement bestowed upon her by fate.

"Ranran..."

Gu Becheng cupped Mu Ran's small face in both hands, rubbing it gently. The gaze he cast upon her was overflowing with pampering and love.

The live stream comments—

[What? Gu Becheng is Nanyang?]

[This is so explosive!]

[The idol of Mu Mu, the top former national skiing athlete, is actually her boyfriend, Gu Becheng?!]

[Is this some kind of novel plot?]

[Hello everyone, I'm late. What's going on here?]

[To put it simply, Mu Ran's mysterious idol has actually been by her side protecting her all along!]

[So romantic!]

[The CEO of Chengxing Group, Gu Becheng! Is Nanyang!]

[Turns out Gu Becheng has a secret identity too!]

"What? Gu Becheng? You're Nanyang?" Richard couldn't believe his ears and eyes.

Gu Becheng, the grand CEO of Chengxing Group, actually possessed such an extraordinary background.

"Why did you only tell everyone now? Keeping it a secret from everyone like this, you're really something."

Richard's sarcastic tone drew the dissatisfaction of many.

Nanyang had hidden his identity naturally to avoid being harassed by the media.

It was enough that he had once brought glory to his country; people didn't necessarily need to know what Nanyang looked like.

Though now that they knew, it was still quite enviable and jealousy-inducing.

To be precise, they envied Mu Ran.

Envied the fact that Mu Ran's boyfriend was both a business tycoon and a former world champion, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous!

"Richard, if you don't know how to speak, shut your stinking mouth." The corners of Mu Ran's mouth, which had been turned upward, drooped instantly the moment she looked at Richard.

Why was this Prince of Country B so annoying? He was the absolute embodiment of a male green tea bitch.

"Mu Ran, I truly feel pathetic for you. Gu Becheng hid his identity for so long, yet you aren't angry at all. You really are brainless in love."

True to his usual style of behavior—"if I can't have it, I'll destroy it"—Richard attempted to drive a wedge between the deeply affectionate couple.

"Brainless in love?" Mu Ran's sharp gaze pierced straight at the mixed-race dog wearing a mocking smirk. "Do our affairs require your nose in them?"

Mu Ran wasn't some naive young girl who would get heartbroken and upset over trivial matters.

The fact that Gu Becheng was Nanyang brought her only happiness, excitement, and fulfillment.

If Gu Becheng hadn't told her, he surely had his reasons, or perhaps this man had intended to take the opportunity to surprise her.

She didn't care about such things.

"Fine, of course I have no right to interfere in your business, but let me tell you, Gu Becheng definitely has other things hiding from you."

Mu Ran reined in her cold smile and scoffed, her tone dripping with unmasked, icy murderous intent. "Of course, I have things hiding from him too."

"Right, I forgot to tell everyone, I recently learned a skill called the 'Green Tea Bitch Downfall Method.' Would you all like to learn?"

Gu Becheng very considerately and thoughtfully removed Mu Ran's gloves for her and stepped aside.

Old fans who had loved Mu Ran ever since *Love in Travel* flooded the live stream comment section: We want to see!

The host crisply relayed the fans' request, "President Mu, everyone wants to see what this Green Tea Bitch Downfall Method is like."

She was already too impatient to wait for the drama!

Mu Ran's eyes turned frosty, her voice drawing out with an eerie and terrifying aura.

"First of all, we need to have a green tea bitch. Who is the most suitable candidate here?"

"How about you, Richard? Even though you're a guy, you're truly a green tea—a bitchy, cheap kind of green tea."

Mu Ran paced nonchalantly, closing in on Richard step by step.

Richard's nerves tightened as he guarded against Mu Ran. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his voice trembled. "What... what are you going to do, Mu Ran? Don't come over here. I'm a Prince of Country B."

"I don't give a damn if you're a prince or a turtle." Mu Ran's gaze deepened, a hint of murderous intent staining her cold, gorgeous face.

Though she was much more petite compared to Richard's build, her aura was not the least bit weaker than his—in fact, it was thousands of times stronger.

At this moment, Mu Ran and Richard were at loggerheads.

To be precise, Richard—a man standing one meter ninety tall—was completely intimidated by Mu Ran.

"Babies in the live stream, this Green Tea Downfall Method has another nickname: the 'Slap Tutorial.' If things aren't going smoothly in your life and you happen to encounter a green tea nearby, this will be an excellent way to relieve stress."

"What slap tutorial? What are you trying to do, Mu Ran?"

Richard wanted to leave this place, but his body had completely frozen. He wanted to move, but he couldn't budge an inch.

It was as if he had been hypnotized.

The man's panicked thoughts transmitted into Mu Ran's mind. She smiled faintly—she had indeed hypnotized him.

With just a single glance, she could freeze this man in place.

Mu Ran stopped right in front of the man, turning her head slightly to offer a gentle smile to the camera, "Watch my arm. This slap tutorial requires your upper arm to drive your forearm, your forearm to drive your wrist, and your wrist to drive your palm."

"It's roughly a motion like this."

The moment the woman's words fell, her hand also "fell" across the man's face.

A resounding *crack* echoed loudly.

The man winced in pain, his face contorting into a grimace. "Mu Ran!"

"Does it hurt?" Mu Ran chuckled lightly while simultaneously raising her arm once again.

Just as Richard was about to force out the word "hurts," his brain seemed to be manipulated, and a sentence—"It doesn't hurt"—slipped out from between his teeth.

Mu Ran nodded in satisfaction. "Indeed, Prince Richard's skin is thick enough, but this force is entirely sufficient to repel most green teas. If any of you want to learn other moves, I'll host a live stream sometime."

The live stream comments—

[As expected of my goddess! So domineering!]

[My god! Won't Mu Ran bring trouble upon herself?]

[How could that be? I heard the Country B royal family has to give Gu Becheng three points of respect.]

[Too explosive!]

[I've finally learned the most detailed tutorial on how to slap someone's face.]

[Even though Richard is handsome, he's way too green-tea.]

[Right! Watching this is so cathartic!]

"How is it? Do you feel better?"

Mu Ran chuckled and snapped her fingers at Richard, breaking the hypnosis.

"Mu Ran! You! You hit me! My mother will not let you go, and my family will not let you go either."

Richard cupped his swollen face with both hands, his voice carrying a hint of crying.

Today was the darkest moment of his life.

He had suffered utter humiliation!

"Prince Richard, what kind of talk is that? Weren't you the one who volunteered to be the test subject for everyone?"

Richard winced in pain. "When did I ever say I volunteered?!"

"Is that so?" Mu Ran's deep, foxy eyes stared straight into his pupils.

Suddenly, Richard spoke uncontrollably, "Yes, I volunteered!"

Terror struck the man's heart! Mu Ran actually knew hypnosis!