I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 276: Sorry, I Couldn’t Hold Back

Mu Qiu got off the car halfway and followed the directions to the cross-river bridge beside.

There was a car waiting there.

Inside the car.

As soon as Mu Qiu got out of the front car, Chen Song’s eyes lit up in the passenger seat.

"Mu Qiu has a really nice figure, looks beautiful, and has her own insights into acting as a program screenwriter. Is she really not considering entering this industry?"

With her flowing long hair and excellent figure, acting could be something taught later, and if she really doesn’t want to act, there are other paths she could take too.

"Respect her personal wishes."

Cheng Zhirang put on his mask and, under Chen Song’s incredulous gaze, opened the car door to pick her up.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t Assistant Wen in the driver’s seat, so she had no one to complain to.

They were in such a heated situation, going out like this to pick her up was just giving the paparazzi a chance to take pictures. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

And it was only a few steps’ distance?!

Mu Qiu didn’t expect that for just this short stretch, Cheng Zhirang would actually get out of the car to greet her.

Moreover, he just wore a mask, a white shirt, and black casual pants, and walked down so openly.

She quickened her pace, approaching him faster: "Why did you come down?"

Cheng Zhirang was in no hurry, turned around to stand beside her, gently holding her elbow, and whispered: "Be careful."

Even though Mu Qiu was anxious, she still slowed her steps as advised.

Cheng Zhirang used his other hand to adjust her slipping coat on her shoulder, leaned down to ask her:

"Where did you go? Why dressed so... formally?"

It was the first time he saw her wearing high heels and clothes such as one would wear to watch a show outdoors.

"Is it formal?" Mu Qiu was almost tucked beside him, glanced up at him, then at her clothes and shoes, "I’d say it’s just formal."

"Anyway, it looks great."

Mu Qiu smiled.

"I went for dinner with a friend, and her boyfriend was treating. I thought to dress more formally to show that I value the occasion."

"You did well. Do you have such traditions with friends? Should I invite them for dinner too?"

In his circle, relationships are often kept secret, so there’s no tradition of announcing them with a dinner invite.

Unless it’s to really confirm a relationship, then they might invite friends from outside the circle for a meal to introduce each other.

Mu Qiu broke into a sweat: "Let’s talk about it later. If you invite them for dinner now, you might just scare them."

If she brought someone to dinner and that person took off their mask to reveal a face often seen on TV, who knows how many would be startled.

Cheng Zhirang murmured in agreement, shielding her with his hand as she got into the car.

Mu Qiu boarded the car, greeted Chen Song and the assistant in front.

Chen Song turned back and nodded at her.

Her phone just happened to light up, the screen filled with a tender little face, and a childish voice echoed in the car.

"Mom, who is it? Who are you greeting?"

Mu Qiu was about to look at Cheng Zhirang, but turned to the front again upon hearing this voice.

Chen Song raised the video so that Mu Qiu could see.

"Want to greet Chengcheng?"

Mu Qiu leaned forward, smiled, and waved at the chubby little face on the screen.

"Chengcheng~"

Chengcheng’s eyes lit up, and the little head on the screen leaned in closer.

"It’s sister!"

"Yes, it’s sister. Chengcheng still remembers sister?"

The tender voice responded firmly: "I remember! You hugged me! And gave me snacks!"

Talking with children always softens one’s heart. She smiled with bent eyebrows, speaking with a honeyed voice, imitating Chengcheng’s tone.

"Chengcheng’s so smart! So, did you finish your kindergarten homework today?"

Chengcheng’s hands stopped, and the big black eyes fixed on her accusingly: "Sister, you’re so mean!"

"Hahaha, but isn’t that your job?"

"Is your work done?"

"My work... I don’t have work today."

Chengcheng’s eyes were almost tearing up.

Chen Song chuckled as he took back the phone and gently comforted him.

Mu Qiu leaned back as if after doing something naughty, secretly laughing.

Cheng Zhirang watched her with eyes full of smiles.

The car headed to Mu Qiu’s neighborhood, and Cheng Zhirang escorted her upstairs.

At Mu Qiu’s suggestion, the two decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

Luckily the floors weren’t high, they took it as part of a couple’s playful act.

After climbing one floor, Cheng Zhirang stood two steps up, reached out his hand, and said tenderly:

"You can hold hands."

Mu Qiu looked up at him, feeling as if he had taken their previous hand-holding as her favorite habit.

She extended her hand to place in his palm.

Cheng Zhirang’s warm hand closed around hers, pulling her up.

No one else was in the stairwell, just the two of them, holding hands, walking leisurely, whispering now and then.

At home, Mu Qiu opened the door to invite him in, took off her jacket, and placed it on the sofa, preparing to pour him a glass of water.

"Your dress... " Cheng Zhirang stood in the middle of the living room, looking at her sideways, his voice suddenly a bit deep, "Isn’t it too thin?"

Mu Qiu turned to him, making a puzzled noise.

"Is it thin? Because the fabric needs to be soft, so it’s not very... "

"Tight." He suddenly interrupted, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Mu Qiu froze for a moment, then immediately understood.

She instinctively raised a hand to cover her chest, her gaze shifting elsewhere, turning her head to not look at him, and the ear hidden in her hair turned bright red.

The ambiance was like a torch hiding sparks, bursting into flames when met by the breeze.

It was sudden, yet seemed perfectly natural.

Mu Qiu glanced sideways at the sofa, but her gaze didn’t focus.

She only felt her heartbeat getting faster, her hand on her chest as if it was being repeatedly struck.

Her face was hot, and the room temperature seemed to be rising higher and higher.

Cheng Zhirang stepped toward her.

Mu Qiu’s heart pounded like a drum, her eyes fluttered and she didn’t meet his gaze, keeping her head turned.

Cheng Zhirang approached her, threading his fingers through her hair, cupping her jawline, his thumb brushed over her earlobe for a moment.

The small earlobe was red and enticing, burning hot, and it seemed he was so fond of it that he lightly stroked it several times.

Mu Qiu felt ticklish, shivered slightly, turned her head harder, her chin almost hitting her right collarbone.

His large hand interwove with her hair, the motion of his Adam’s apple was caught in her peripheral vision.

"Sorry, I couldn’t hold back a bit." He said this in a low voice, bending down to place a burning kiss on her collarbone.

The kiss was scorching, his breath hot, making Mu Qiu quiver, her eyes a little misty, eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings.

The room wasn’t actually quiet; the curtains were drawn but the windows weren’t closed, the noise of traffic outside was somewhat jarring.

Yet they could only hear the erratic sound of each other’s heartbeat now.

Cheng Zhirang lightly placed a hand on her waist, palm pressing against her lower back, pulling her closer into his embrace.

His voice was hoarse, yet his words remained gentlemanly and courteous.

"Can you not wear this dress outside again?" He asked.

Mu Qiu’s mind was filled with the word ’intimacy’, even nodding felt stiff.

"I can."