I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 371: She’s My Girlfriend—Isn’t Indulgence Only Natural?
Her grip was tight, and Tang Zi didn’t expect her to act like a shrew and grab her hair directly. The expression of pain was genuine, and she didn’t have time to answer her question.
"So you never thought about it."
Mu Qiu made her own judgment, released her and stood up, looking down at her.
There was no way Tang Zi could hold back her anger, she got up wanting to fight back, but Mu Qiu grabbed her wrist, and with a crisp sound, smack!
A backhand slap landed on her face, directly turning Tang Zi’s head to the side.
Tang Zi clutched her face, looking at her in disbelief.
Mu Qiu glanced at her, throwing down a cold, "Idiot."
"I can’t believe someone like you has acted in so many dramas and reached such a height. What do you think will happen if I expose what happened today?"
Having taken a slap, Tang Zi tore off all pretense: "You go ahead? Let’s see if it’s more effective for me to go out now and tell those fans I was hit by you, or for you to expose me on purpose?!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Then she charged forward, looking to return the slap.
Before she could reach Mu Qiu, Cheng Zhirang blocked her with his arm, pushing her back, and said with a calm expression:
"Miss Tang, I advise you to calm down."
"You want me to calm down?! And her?! Cheng Zhirang, you’re just letting her hit people like this?!"
"She’s my girlfriend, and the things she does aren’t immoral. Isn’t it proper to condone her? But you, Miss Tang—"
He pulled out a business card from somewhere, tossed it to her casually, and with unprecedented forcefulness in his gaze and tone: "You’d better calm down and have a talk with my assistant, what do you say?"
Discuss with an assistant?
Tang Zi felt like a chicken with its neck caught, slowly coming back to her senses, recalling what Shu Ran had told her during the day about Cheng Zhirang’s team easily releasing something that she’d never recover from.
Cheng Zhirang has been famous for so many years, and his team’s public relations skills are said to be top-notch, especially with an assistant who embodies the saying "do unto others what they do to me, but leave no traces."
If they dug up even a little dirt on her...
Tang Zi bit her lip as she took the business card, gripping it so hard her nails turned white.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t look at her anymore, pulling Mu Qiu and turning into the room, the same room.
They hadn’t bothered to avoid it in front of her.
Tang Zi was left alone, trembling with rage.
Did she consider the consequences? Of course, she did. But what she thought about was the public’s reaction and the all-out blacklisting Mu Qiu would face online. She never imagined they would have time to deal with her.
After all, once the relationship goes public, they’ll be busy with PR and maintaining resources, no time to spare.
Mu Qiu was essentially just an ordinary person making strong statements, nothing substantial, so she didn’t think much of it.
But she underestimated Mu Qiu. To act fearlessly like that, something most top celebrities wouldn’t dare to do, caught her completely off guard.
In this industry, aside from the truly established seniors with the capital to never fall, and a few hot-tempered, fringe third-tier artists, who would dare to do this?
So she never thought Mu Qiu would dare to just hit her.
She wanted revenge, but looking again at the business card in her hand, her heart sank.
As long as Cheng Zhirang was around, she feared she wouldn’t be able to retaliate.
She stood there for who knows how long until she felt cold, and only then did Tang Zi drag her heavy steps towards her room. As she walked, she comforted herself: It’s okay, the public’s reaction is the most crucial thing, and it doesn’t matter yet. It’s okay.
Her room was right next to Cheng Zhirang’s, and at the last glance before opening the door, her eyes darkened as she looked at the rooms outside.
With a final click, she shut all unease, anger, and resentment inside.
Meanwhile, in the room next door.
Mu Qiu was looking up at Cheng Zhirang, her eyes rounding curiously, moving her mouth but ultimately saying nothing.
Cheng Zhirang’s hands rested on the armrests of her seat, seriously asking her, "Feel better?"
Mu Qiu honestly shook her head.
He asked again, "What were you thinking when you hit her?"
Mu Qiu pursed her lips, "Do you think it’s bad that I hit people?"
"Retaliation can be good," he gently furrowed his brows, soft-spoken, "but you’re not in the right state."
"How so?"
She was genuinely discussing the matter, but her leg instinctively lifted, curling her knees on the chair, her lips straight as she asked the question.
Cheng Zhirang watched her for two seconds, bent down, picked her up, and stood her on the chair, placing his hands on her exposed waist.
As his warm hands touched her, Mu Qiu couldn’t help but shiver, but the urge to get closer was too overwhelming, and she unconsciously relaxed her tightly pursed lips, resting her chin on his shoulder.
The height was perfect, cradling his shoulders with both hands comfortably.
"What are you up to?"
Cheng Zhirang turned and kissed her neck.
"What I’m about to say might be a bit serious, so I hugged you first to show I’m not mad at you."
Mu Qiu chuckled, "I’m not a child."
"Girlfriends are all kids."
"...You’re good at this, Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang’s palm rested on her back, circling her waist, pulling her close.
He asked lightheartedly, "Last time Sister Chen told me, when you hit that female student, you also grabbed her hair and slapped her?"
Mu Qiu’s smile faded, she recalled the moment, nodded silently, "Seems like it."
"What did you feel when you hit her?"
His tone didn’t seem accusatory, and Mu Qiu hesitated, "It felt good."
That moment when the slap landed on the opponent’s face, grabbing her hair and seeing her eyes widened in panic, inexplicably triggered a kind of thrilling excitement.
Constantly enduring on the moral line only adds to daily depression possibilities.
Kids crying endlessly in public, people making loud calls disrespecting others, those who stubbornly jaywalk causing trouble for others...
Many times she seriously thought, such people don’t deserve moral discourse, a slap would be the best way to make them hit the wall and change.
People like Tang Zi, you can’t feel relieved until you hit them. When the slap lands, the annoying anger goes with it, leaving only satisfaction and ease.
Although she knew it was a bit wrong.
Cheng Zhirang stroked her hair, softly asking, "Have you felt something might be wrong with this feeling?"
Mu Qiu didn’t respond immediately, then said, "You think I have violent tendencies?"
"It’s not what I think, nor is it violent tendencies, it’s just you might need some exercise to ease the restlessness and sweat some."
Such actions usually stem from a lack of security and overly sensitive emotions being repressed.
Mu Qiu propped herself up a bit, looked at him closely, and after a moment, asked, "What kind of exercise? Sex?"
Cheng Zhirang was dumbfounded looking at her.
