My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 150: Men’s Topic
After the meal, an experienced local villager carefully explained the different types of mushrooms to everyone. They gave each group a chart showing several common poisonous varieties.
In Chloe Chambers’s group, Silas Norwood and Nolan Scott each carried a small basket, leisurely following behind Celia Sterling and Chloe Chambers as they walked toward the distant mountain forest.
Behind them, two cameramen and Silas Norwood’s assistant-bodyguard followed at a steady pace. However, several times when the camera lens nearly captured a clear shot of Silas’s and Celia’s faces, the bodyguard would unceremoniously block the view. This drew a wave of frustrated wails from the netizens watching their split-screen on the live stream.
[Who was that brute standing in front of the camera just now? He’s blocking my view of that gorgeous commoner!]
[Doesn’t seem like he’s with the production crew. Damn, another camera hog! Isn’t the crew going to do anything about it?! It’s killing me, I was staring so hard and almost got to see the commoner male guest’s face.]
[I’m just saying, our dear cameraman’s shots are usually flawless. The fact that he’s messing up so much this time... you think it might be on purpose?]
But even from a distance, Silas Norwood’s tall, straight back was clearly visible. Nolan Scott was also a tall man, over six feet, and was considered a rare, long-legged handsome veteran in the music industry. Yet, walking next to Silas, the difference was stark. He was so thoroughly outshone he almost looked like damaged goods.
Chloe Chambers glanced at Silas Norwood’s back, turned off the microphone on her collar, and sighed softly. "Celia, where did you find a husband like him? A moment ago, those actresses’ eyes were practically glued to him. If we weren’t live, they’d probably all be swarming him."
"Is it that dramatic?"
"Once you’ve been in our circle for a while, you’ll know it’s no exaggeration. There are plenty of shameless people." Chloe Chambers offered a tactful warning. "A few of the regular cast members are bringing their financial backers the day after tomorrow. Those people are even more shameless. And with you and your husband being so eye-catching... My Old Man Young is coming too. To be safe, you should travel back to Metropia with us then."
Celia Sterling had long heard that this Grand Slam Best Actress had decisively retired at the peak of her career because she disliked the industry’s unwritten rules. Now, it seemed the rumors were true. Her eyes brightened as she looked at Chloe Chambers, feeling a sense of satisfaction, like a fan who had chosen the right idol to support.
"It’s alright, we have it handled. Thank you for your concern."
Chloe Chambers hummed, still a little worried. Then she turned her mic back on and chatted casually, "You two seem quite young. Do you have any children?"
The change in topic was a bit abrupt.
Even Silas Norwood, standing a couple of meters away, suddenly looked over.
Celia Sterling was a little lost and unsure how to respond.
’Of course, they didn’t have children. Before Chloe Chambers posed the question, Celia hadn’t even considered how that word related to her own life. But now that Chloe had asked, she suddenly realized that Silas was already thirty-one. She didn’t want kids, but what about him? Did he not want them either?’
A large hand gently and dotingly pinched her cheek.
"You don’t need to think about these things, my dear." Silas Norwood’s gentle voice sounded. "I have no particular desire for children, and for at least the next five years, I have no intention of letting a child disrupt my life with my wife."
After speaking, he bent down to pick up a mushroom and lightly teased Celia, "You’ve been so busy chatting this whole time. Do you still want to win or not?"
Celia snapped out of her thoughts and shot him a playful glare before obediently rejoining Chloe Chambers to look for mushrooms.
The netizens couldn’t hear what Chloe and Celia were saying when their mics were off, but the conversation about children came through loud and clear.
[A man’s mouth is a lying ghost! Sis, don’t listen to your husband’s sweet talk! So many DINK couples end with the man breaking his promise. Have his babies! Have three, have five! Have so many he starts questioning his own existence!]
[Girl, with a husband as tempting as yours, if you don’t have his kids, there are plenty of women out there who’ll be fighting to. And let me tell you, kids are the absolute cutest. If you don’t believe me, just have one and see.]
[Who wants to hear about a nightmarish topic like having kids? I just want to hear about the process of *making* kids. The commoner male guest’s voice is to die for, and that dreamlike physique with the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs... Hnnngh—]
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By evening, a sparse dozen or so mushrooms lay in the basket Silas Norwood was holding. Celia and Chloe Chambers were still leisurely searching through the forest, chatting and laughing. Silas sat to one side with his long legs bent, avoiding the camera’s angle, and calmly took his assistant’s phone.
The assistant’s phone was on the live stream interface. As Silas watched, the chat in their stream was already embroiled in a heated debate about whether or not to have children. The bullet comments were filled with all sorts of nightmare-child stories. Besides that, there was also no shortage of comments fantasizing about the process of him *making* children.
The assistant’s scalp tingled. "Should we block the keywords related to you, sir?"
Silas Norwood hummed faintly. "Ban all the bullet comments."
The assistant replied, "Yes, sir. I’ll arrange it right away."
Nearby, Nolan Scott, who was also sitting bored watching the two women pick mushrooms, overheard their conversation. His gaze touched upon Silas for a second before he quickly looked away. ’To be able to ban the live stream’s comments with a single casual sentence, and without even needing to inform Director Coleman or the people backing him... this Mr. Norwood’s background must be extraordinary.’
He hid his shock and suspicion. Wanting to get closer to Silas Norwood, he proactively stood up and suggested, "I noticed Miss Sterling really enjoyed the fish soup at lunch. The lake is right there. What do you say? Want to go into the lake and catch a couple? She can have another two bowls tonight."
Silas Norwood looked at the nearby lake. At some point, a simple rest area had been set up there, fully equipped with fishing gear and snacks. That was the fishing trip he and his wife had originally planned.
Seeing that Silas wasn’t speaking, Nolan Scott assumed he was hesitating. He teased him with the air of an experienced man, "This lake was bought by some tycoon not long ago and cleaned out. It’s very clean now. Norwood, you don’t know this, but women are suckers for the whole ’wet-look’ temptation..."
When Silas remained silent, Nolan thought he hadn’t understood. "Being naked together is fun, sure, but an occasional wet-shirt show—preferably with something thin—Norwood, with a perfect body like yours, I’m telling you, every single woman out there would instantly turn into a ravenous wolf and pounce..."
Hearing his increasingly outrageous words, the assistant, who had just finished his call, started coughing desperately. "Music King Scott, please watch your words! My boss is a man of noble status, not someone who serves others with his looks."
Everyone in the Capital Circle knew just how aloof and ascetic Silas Norwood, this unattainable flower, was. His ethereal appearance and demeanor, untouched by worldly desires, made people hesitant to associate such vulgar terms with him. Even the bold, explicit fanfiction about him as a ’white moonlight’—which had gone viral privately among Metropia’s socialite circles—was written with considerable restraint, not daring to desecrate him wantonly.
This assistant wasn’t like Theo Chambers, who had been with the boss for a long time. If it had been someone like Theo, who knew the boss’s private disposition, he might have chimed in with, ’Could you be a little more specific?’ But this assistant’s mind was filled only with terror that the Music King was being so brazen in front of his boss.
Silas Norwood shot his clueless assistant a cool glance.
’He’d already been put on such a pedestal. It was no longer appropriate to continue this conversation.’
Lowering his gaze to toy with the thumb ring on his hand, his expression was refined and proper. "Music King Scott, you can go have fun by yourself. I won’t be catching any fish. I’m going to help my wife pick mushrooms, lest she cry if we lose. If you’ll excuse me."
