I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 331: You Are You, Cheng Zhirang Is Cheng Zhirang

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: You Are You, Cheng Zhirang Is Cheng Zhirang

Tang Zi halted her steps and turned back, not quite believing that someone would actually stop her, then smiled and asked, "What’s the matter?"

Mu Qiu also smiled, "Nothing much, just wondering why Sister Tang Zi is standing at Brother Cheng’s door."

"I have something to discuss with him," Tang Zi said, flipping her hair back.

"But Brother Cheng isn’t even here, what is it you need him for?"

Tang Zi’s eyes showed disdain as she laughed and asked, "What’s it got to do with you?"

"It’s none of my business, I’m just kindly reminding you, if someone takes a photo of this, Brother Cheng might have a hard time explaining."

In the entertainment industry, there are plenty who wear weird outfits while standing in front of someone else’s door, knocking, and then having the scene photographed, using it to stir up rumors for attention.

According to Zhao Yu, in the chaos of Su Yan’s career in recent years, he’d encountered several such incidents, so much so that he has developed a fear of staying in hotels.

Tang Zi’s expression changed slightly, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, Sister Tang Zi, with your semi-wet clothes and loose hair, knocking on the door of a male guest during a break in the show isn’t quite right."

Tang Zi was so enraged that she laughed, "Who do you think you are, telling us what to do? What qualifications do you have to spout such hypocritical nonsense about me and Cheng Zhirang’s matters?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"You know what a hypocrite is, don’t you?" Mu Qiu felt very uncomfortable with something she said, and her expression turned cold, saying:

"You are you, and Cheng Zhirang is Cheng Zhirang. Stop using ’us’ together like you’re so familiar with him, it might cause misunderstandings."

"Being in the entertainment industry, of course we’re familiar, so what’s wrong with saying ’us’?"

Mu Qiu just stared at her with a faint smile, staring until Tang Zi began to feel uneasy, a little angry and embarrassed.

"What kind of look is that?! You’re just a nobody, popping out to question me, don’t tell me you’re hoping to debut by riding the wave of the show? Think you’re catching some of Brother Cheng’s spotlight? Weigh yourself up, you’re nothing."

"Not as much as you, you’re nothing."

Tang Zi: "You dare insult me?!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand to give her a slap, but midway, Mu Qiu grabbed her wrist tightly, reddening it.

Mu Qiu held her hand, always staring into her eyes, slowly stepping forward.

She really liked this oppressive gesture, when you’re staring at someone and have the upper hand, stepping forward makes your aura stronger.

Tang Zi couldn’t help but step back a little, reflexively shouting at her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, just wanted to share some motivational words with Sister Tang Zi," Mu Qiu stepped closer again, facing her, "Actually, I think you’re doing really well, you have productions and shows, continuing like this won’t be bad, so there’s no need to take shortcuts, don’t you think? And also—"

She glanced down at Tang Zi’s chest, where the curve was evident.

"Your clothes are wet, to prevent catching a cold, I think you should change before knocking on someone else’s door. Or better yet, don’t knock on someone else’s door at all."

After she finished speaking, she released Tang Zi’s hand, causing her to stagger back a step.

The sarcastic tone pricked Tang Zi, filling her with fury, she was about to rush at her, half a curse already out of her mouth.

"You damn... don’t..."

A click, Cheng Zhirang’s door opened, a tall and slender figure stood inside looking at them.

Mu Qiu and Tang Zi simultaneously turned their heads to look at him.

Cheng Zhirang’s hair was still a bit wet, and he frowned, taking two steps towards Mu Qiu, leaning down to softly ask her, "What’s going on?"

Mu Qiu bit her lip, shaking her head.

Her hair had only been blow-dried for a few minutes, so it wasn’t completely dry, and now it hung loose, moving to her chest as she shook her head.

Cheng Zhirang furrowed his brows slightly, and in front of Tang Zi, lowered his head to run his fingers through Mu Qiu’s hair, giving it a gentle shake so the damp strands fell loose.

"It’s still wet, why didn’t you dry it before coming out?"

Mu Qiu glanced at Tang Zi’s reaction, lightly grasping his arms with her hands, resting her forehead against his chest, shaking her head and rubbing it slightly.

"Too time-consuming."

Cheng Zhirang wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smoothing her hair with the other, their overtly intimate behavior clearly exceeding ordinary familiarity.

Tang Zi’s eyes were full of disbelief.

"You two... you two..."

Mu Qiu, holding Cheng Zhirang’s arm with her left hand, leaning into his embrace, turned her head to gesture a ’shush’ at Tang Zi.

"I’d advise you not to say anything."

Tang Zi was both shocked and furious, looking up at Cheng Zhirang, "Brother Cheng, you, and her..."

Cheng Zhirang, with one hand still lackadaisically playing with Mu Qiu’s hair, looked up at Tang Zi and asked directly, "Is it so strange? It’s just love, no need to be so surprised."

He admitted it directly.

Tang Zi glanced at Mu Qiu, then at Cheng Zhirang, feeling like her entire worldview had been crushed.

A top-tier male actor, a person with ten years of devotion from fans in the showbiz with no rumors at all, was actually with a nobody from a show?!

And just two weeks ago, they were exposed for secretly being married with kids, smeared online, and now she was being told that these two were actually together?!

Was she just making a joke out of herself?

Tang Zi took two steps back and, gritting her teeth, said, "You’ve all gone mad."

"I think Sister Tang Zi, your positioning of yourself is a bit off."

Mu Qiu, still leaning in Cheng Zhirang’s arms, spoke leisurely.

"Or let’s say your positioning of artists is a bit weird. It’s as if you think artists in the entertainment industry, especially those really popular ones, are superior, and people like me aren’t worthy of falling in love with them, is that it?"

Tang Zi was so stunned by what she heard that she couldn’t come up with a retort, so she could only listen with an ugly expression.

"Artists are just ordinary people, only with more fans perhaps, and potentially higher earnings. Their lives are just under more scrutiny. Me dating Brother Cheng, you act like I’m reaching above my station, and Brother Cheng is stooping low."

"That kind of thinking isn’t very healthy, don’t you think?"

After Mu Qiu finished, she felt an entire sense of relief. As for Tang Zi’s pale and twisted face, she simply ignored it.

Cheng Zhirang patted her shoulder, his warm hand sliding through her hair to rest on her nape, saying, "That’s enough."

And then he addressed Tang Zi, "Could we have some personal space now?"

Mu Qiu mentally translated it to: Could you please get lost now?

Tang Zi forced out, "Sorry, I disturbed you."

With that, she twisted her expression and turned to leave, her steps heavy and brisk, clearly seething with anger.

Mu Qiu chuckled lightly.

Cheng Zhirang’s hand patted her again, softly asking, "Want me to blow-dry your hair?"

Choosing not to mention anything that would upset her.

Mu Qiu leaned into his embrace, tilting her chin up with a nod, "Okay."

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