I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 380: I’m Team Qing Rong
There was a flood of messages online, and my personal communication apps were also overflowing with notifications.
Mu Qiu had just finished a call with her parents and walked out expressionlessly.
Cheng Zhirang was sitting on the sofa outside reading a script. Noticing something off about her expression, he didn’t ask much, just reached out to her.
He asked gently, "Do you need me for anything?"
Mu Qiu shook her head, sat on the sofa leaning against him, resting her forehead on his arm as she replied to her friends’ messages one by one.
Participating in a variety show about her own work’s adaptation could already be considered a success as an author, but getting the best-looking and most charismatic man on the show within a month was truly remarkable.
Many relatives, friends, and classmates were frantically asking her if it was true. She marked all the messages as read, then posted a unified statement across several social media platforms.
Indeed, she was in a relationship.
No matter how many people commented in surprise, she didn’t care, nestling closer to Cheng Zhirang and only chatting with Zhao Yu.
Cheng Zhirang put down the script, wrapped his right arm around her, tenderly stroking her long hair, and softly asked, "Want a hug?"
Mu Qiu looked up at him in slight surprise.
It seemed like every time he took her subconscious little gestures and requests as her habits, he would comfort her by following those habits.
After a moment, she nodded, and he held her, sitting her on his lap, her head resting against his chest.
Cheng Zhirang wasn’t going out today, just wearing simple loungewear, making him look gentle. Through a layer of fabric, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his slow but steady heartbeat.
The texture wasn’t soft; she knew well how toned he was under that layer.
"Continue reading your script," she suppressed her romantic thoughts, saying, "I’ll chat with my friends."
Cheng Zhirang said, "Okay. Don’t read those online comments; some netizens are not very decent."
"I know."
She tilted up and gave him a peck on the chin, smiling at him.
The two of them cuddled intimately, each doing their own thing, the atmosphere harmonious.
Leaning against a man with a model-like body, Mu Qiu was somewhat distracted while working.
Even replying to Zhao Yu’s messages, she found her thoughts unclear, with "Cheng Zhirang" and "Cheng Zhirang’s body" dominating her mind.
[Good Son: Since I don’t have many tasks today and the boss is not around, I’m sneaking in some laziness.]
[Not working diligently and wanting to slack off, is this what I taught you?]
[Good Son: You’ve bought the oranges, and you still think about taking a cut from your dad.]
[Who was it that earnestly called me dad half a month ago, with such moving sincerity that it touched me?] 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
[Good Son: Let’s not digress; where are you now? Are you safe?]
[Why, planning to discuss state secrets with me?]
[Good Son: Alright, I guessed it. You’re definitely with Brother Mei Yan, right? Wow, with a beauty hidden in the golden house by your side, I can only be tangled with work until retirement.]
[Good Son: Did you cast some spell on Brother Mei Yan, taking advantage of him and having your way with him?]
[If so, shouldn’t you pay a hefty sum to put it in Su Yan’s meals as well?]
[Good Son: Hehehe, you guessed it. But this is nothing in front of a good friend! My focus today is you and your beauty in hand.]
[Good Son: Come on, analyze this like solving a math problem. I thought it through yesterday and still think this isn’t okay.]
[I think I’m doing just fine.]
[Good Son: ...]
[But there’s no way to clearly analyze this; I chose to do this on a subjective basis, unrelated to objectivity.]
[Good Son: This is making me sour to my toes.]
[Good Son: Who made the first move between you two?]
[......]
[Good Son: Alright, I get it. It was you.]
[Good Son: Mu Qiu, you really are something, making a decisive move when you fancy something.]
[Otherwise? Life is like an auction; if you’re too slow, it will be auctioned off by someone else.]
[Good Son: Is that why you’re always low on funds but keep raising the paddle?]
[How am I low on funds!? You were praising me just a couple of days ago!]
[Good Son: And you believed the words of a woman who is sour to the brink of madness.]
[...]
[Good Son: Ah, what a shame for the couple I shipped. When you called on the show, I was excited, and with the chemistry between you two, not falling in great passionate love would be a great disservice to both.]
[You’re talking about Qing Rong?]
[Good Son: OMG! Just listen to that name; it’s so beautiful and poetic! How can you not listen to your dad’s advice and go for him?! Such a wonderful person, great name, great voice, same profession; you’d have so much to talk about together!]
[Good Son: And yet, you gave him a sudden blow like that.]
[I told you, we’re just friends... If you like him so much, I can introduce you.]
[Good Son: Isn’t it trashy to push someone who likes you onto others? The poor guy would be even sadder.]
[Where did you see there could be anything between us? Using your toxic eyesight that breaks up every couple you ship?]
[Good Son: I can only say observers see clearly. Have you properly told him you’re in a relationship?]
[??? Why should I?]
[I’m friends with him because of shared interests and hobbies; we can talk. Why must I specifically tell him I’ve fallen in love? Don’t you find it weird?]
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[Good Son: ... So this is how you position him.]
[Otherwise?]
[Good Son: For Qing Rong, shedding a tear.]
[Good Son: Are your responses so concise because many people are messaging you?]
[Even people I’ve lost contact with for ages are asking me, and some are asking if the Mu Qiu on the phone is me, or if I’ve changed my name.]
[Good Son: Normal. People are asking me too; I’ve never seen others so actively and diligently greeting around.]
[You be careful.]
[Good Son: Don’t worry; as someone who’s navigated the fandom circles for years, my brother picks me up these days.]
[Good Son: But as for you, be more vigilant. Engaging in a relationship with a celebrity; if you’re not careful, you’ll have a tough time.]
[Good Son: If you’re upset, you have to tell me.]
[Being upset while in a relationship; what’s the point of dating then?]
[Brother Cheng shouldn’t make me upset.]
[Good Son: Eek, it’s so sour I can feel it to my toes.]
[Good Son: I’m not chatting with you anymore; my boss is back. You go enjoy your romance with Brother Mei Yan; don’t worry about my life and death.]
[What a coincidence, that’s exactly what I was thinking.]
[Good Son: ...]
After finishing the chat with Zhao Yu, Mu Qiu put down her phone, comfortably leaned against Cheng Zhirang, unconsciously fiddling with the two embroidered English letters on his loungewear, spacing out for a few seconds.
He was tall, and even while sitting, she seemed petite in his embrace. Mu Qiu also curled up her feet, snuggling further into his arms.
Cheng Zhirang looked down at her, "Hmm?"
