Chapter 428: If You Cry, I’ll Wipe Your Tears

In the comment section—

"Sob, his sister’s words were so touching. They went straight to her brother’s heart."

"Even though Gabriel Sinclair can be a bit sharp-tongued, he never seems to wrong anyone. As a celebrity, you could say Gabriel is one of the best in the industry. He doesn’t date, has no romantic scandals, and focuses on his career. He was nominated for Best Actor at a young age, and I’m sure he’ll win it this year for *Rivers and Mountains*."

"His professional skills are amazing. He’s an all-rounder who can sing and dance, and most importantly, he can act. His acting is considered top-tier in the industry. I bet he gets really tired sometimes."

But, as always, there were also some snarky voices.

"Heh, Gabriel Sinclair has amazing professional skills? Please."

"If Gabriel Sinclair didn’t have a billionaire dad, would he have succeeded so easily? ’Amazing professional skills’ my ass. It’s all built on money. Give me that kind of cash, and I could buy my way into being an all-rounder too."

"Isn’t staying in shape and being in top condition for the camera the bare minimum for a celebrity? Why do his fans talk about it like it’s some incredible achievement?"

"To the person above, as fans, we have to admit those factors play a part. But our idol didn’t get to where he is just because of money. You can’t buy people’s affection."

The fans weren’t wrong, but fundamentally, the anti-fans had a point too.

The only difference was their starting premises.

Meanwhile, Chloe Sinclair had no idea her simple words had sparked such a deep discussion online.

Ultimately, it was because she didn’t know much about the entertainment industry.

As a fan, it was natural to be happy seeing your idol appear perfectly on screen.

And there was nothing wrong with demanding an idol to be in top form for their work.

But as Gabriel Sinclair’s family, nothing was more important than his health.

"I just want you to be well. Dad, and our oldest and second-oldest brothers, they all want you to be healthy, too. If you’re unhappy in the entertainment industry, just come home."

Gabriel Sinclair beamed, but his bright eyes glistened with unshed tears.

He lowered his head, leaned close to Chloe Sinclair’s ear, and whispered, "We’re filming a show, you know. If you make me cry, how embarrassing will it be when this airs?"

Chloe Sinclair froze for a moment, clearly not having considered that.

She glanced at Gabriel Sinclair and saw the tears shimmering in his eyes, looking like he really was about to cry.

So she whispered back, "It’s fine. I’ll wipe your tears for you. Crying isn’t embarrassing."

Gabriel Sinclair let out a PFFT of laughter and couldn’t help but ruffle Chloe Sinclair’s fluffy hair.

Chloe Sinclair’s words were a bit confusing, but Gabriel Sinclair understood what she meant.

He had been in the entertainment industry for so many years and had been relentlessly attacked by countless people.

A while ago, a sasaeng fan had even called him, which scared him so much he didn’t even dare go back to Chloe Sinclair’s apartment.

After he issued a legal notice, some people online, far from sympathizing, actually thought he was being petty for a public figure.

He’d spent a long time brooding over the incident.

Chloe Sinclair’s words gave him a sudden sense of clarity.

’So what if I, Gabriel Sinclair, am not likable? The people online are just phantoms; at most, we’ll just be strangers passing in the night in this lifetime.’

’Why bother getting worked up over people like that?’

’If it really becomes unbearable, I can just go home.’

’At the very least, I can still inherit the family fortune after the old man kicks the bucket.’

Chloe Sinclair had no idea her words of encouragement had led Gabriel to think about so much.

And Mr. Sinclair certainly didn’t know his son was already planning to inherit the family fortune after his demise.

If he found out, he’d probably die of anger.

The netizens watching the livestream heard their quiet conversation and were filled with emotion.

"Sob, I want a little sister like that too."

"His sister is so thoughtful."

"At first, I thought what Chloe Sinclair said was confusing, but now I suddenly get what she meant."

"As a fan, I’d love for my idol to appear perfectly before my eyes. But as a family member, I’d just want my loved one to be okay."

"His sister seems so warm. No wonder her brother is always the first to support her online."

"His sister is making me want to have kids again."

Gabriel Sinclair didn’t know how to organize his clothes. This was something Chloe Sinclair had discovered long ago.

After Chloe put her own clothes away in her room, she went to peek into Gabriel Sinclair’s room.

She found Gabriel Sinclair’s bed completely buried in clothes, with a few pairs of underwear scattered on the floor.

Gabriel Sinclair froze in bewilderment for three seconds, then scrambled to pick up the items on the floor and swiftly, precisely, and ruthlessly tossed them into the wardrobe.

"Little Sis, what are you doing here?"

Gabriel Sinclair stood like a chastened schoolboy, pressing his body tightly against the wardrobe, his face beet red.

Chloe Sinclair glanced at the clothes on the bed and behind Gabriel, sighing in resignation. "I came to check on you."

Then, she raised an eyebrow and asked, knowing full well the answer, "Why haven’t you finished unpacking? The director just told me we’re about to start filming."

Gabriel Sinclair nodded quickly. "I-I know. I’ll be done in a second."

With that, he hurriedly stuffed a handful of clothes into the wardrobe.

"Let’s, let’s go."

Chloe Sinclair shot a look at the mess. "Organize your clothes properly before you go to bed tonight."

Gabriel Sinclair: "Okay!"

The camera cut to Nina Sinclair.

Nina Sinclair had a single room with a wooden door. The moment she stepped inside, dust filled the air.

Suddenly, just as she entered, Nina saw something black fly past her face.

"Ah!"

Nina Sinclair shrieked, took a step back, and fell down with a THUD.

When she composed herself and looked, she saw it was a flying cockroach.

Instantly, tears welled up in her eyes.

She subconsciously glanced at the small villa less than a hundred meters away.

That was Chloe Sinclair’s house.

They weren’t far apart, but the stark contrast made her feel incredibly resentful.

After struggling to her feet, Nina Sinclair dragged her suitcase into the house.

"There isn’t even a place to hang clothes!"

No refrigerator was one thing, but there wasn’t even a TV.

However, a crew member helpfully pointed to a black, derelict electrical wire outside. "There’s one in the yard."

"You can clean it up a bit. Once it’s clean, it’s perfectly livable."

It was an earthen house that had been abandoned for less than three months. Although it was a bit small and messy, it was, in fact, habitable.

The production team wanted to create drama, but they weren’t so deranged as to make a guest stay in a condemned building.

"Didn’t you see? There are cockroaches in here!" Nina Sinclair, clearly dissatisfied with the crew member’s response, pointed at the filthy earthen house in utter displeasure.

"I don’t care. Go tell the director to get me a different room."

The crew member was in a difficult position.

He wasn’t the director, so he could only say, "Miss Sinclair, these are the show’s rules. Besides, even if you wanted to switch, the production team can’t just find a spare room for you on such short notice."

These rooms and their corresponding dramatic effects had been planned and prepared by the production team starting six months ago.

They could understand her feelings about the room, but her repeated refusal to follow the show’s rules was starting to annoy everyone.

"If there are cockroaches, there will be mice! And with that huge bamboo forest behind the house, what if snakes come out at night?"

"Can you take responsibility for that?!"

The crew member’s patience had completely run out. He took a deep breath. "Miss Sinclair, the production team spread sulfur powder around the guests’ rooms a month ago. There won’t be any snakes. As for mice..."

The crew member pointed to the villa next door. "Miss Chloe’s house has them too."

The implication was obvious.

He was telling Nina Sinclair to stop being so dramatic.

How could there not be mice in the countryside?

In the comment section—

"Crew Member: I’m speechless."

"Crew Member: I want to quit."

"Haha, the crew member must feel like his life is a joke right now. How did he get stuck with a guest like this?"

"Nina Sinclair is being way too dramatic. Honestly, a lot of places in the countryside still have earthen houses. Her house just looks a little dirty; it’ll be perfectly fine to live in after a cleaning."

"The crew member is about to lose it, can’t Nina Sinclair read the room for once?"

Fortunately, Nina Sinclair finally got the hint. Seeing the crew member’s face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, she finally shut her mouth.

She shot him a glare and entered the house without a backward glance.

In a huff, she threw her suitcase onto the bed, planning to take all her clothes out.

But then she discovered this dump didn’t even have a wardrobe.

Furious, she stuffed the clothes back into the suitcase.

After sitting there for about ten minutes, she resigned herself to her fate and prepared to clean.

But Nina Sinclair was used to being a pampered heiress, and she hated the feeling of holding a broom for the first time.

In the end, wearing a mask and gloves, Nina Sinclair managed to finish cleaning the room.

Before she even had a chance to rest, Director Lawson sent someone over to announce the start of today’s task.

Hearing this, Nina Sinclair almost choked with anger.

But Nina Sinclair didn’t dare provoke the director, so she could only ask pitifully, "Director, I just finished cleaning my room. Can I come over a little later?"

Hearing this, Director Lawson looked at the filthy state Nina was in and decided not to make things difficult for her. He nodded.

"Alright, I’ll give you an hour to rest. The cameraman will bring you to the task location then."

Hearing that she could rest, Nina Sinclair’s face lit up. "Thank you, Director."

And so, only six people started the task.

The four regular cast members were already familiar with the production team’s usual tricks, so they were all dressed in plain shirts and black pants.

When they saw Gabriel Sinclair dressed like a peacock, a hint of amusement flickered in their eyes.

"Gabriel Sinclair, it looks like you haven’t experienced the production team’s brutal treatment yet."

Gabriel Sinclair was taken aback. "Wh-what’s wrong?"

The outfit he was wearing was a haute couture piece from a domestic brand. It was his favorite set. He’d figured he should look sharp for the show, so all the clothes he’d brought were quite nice.

But hearing what Ford said, a bad feeling welled up inside Gabriel Sinclair.

"Didn’t the director tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Gabriel Sinclair glanced at Simon Lawson suspiciously, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Director Lawson, are you hiding something from me?"