I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 382: Brother Cheng, Stop Staring at Me
Li Yang’s reputation was being harmed.
After Mu Qiu sent the message, Zhao Yu was likely caught slacking off at work and didn’t reply to her anymore.
So she put down her phone and focused intently on watching Cheng Zhirang learn fitness.
After he took off his shirt, his build didn’t seem particularly muscular. From the back, his broad shoulders and narrow waist formed an inverted triangle, but there wasn’t much muscle definition.
But now, as he wore sportswear and practiced resistance training, the muscles connecting his arms to his scapula were revealed, exuding masculinity.
Mu Qiu watched, and suddenly felt a bit thirsty.
"Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang released the equipment and asked her, "What?"
She had nothing to say but kept staring at the area below his collar: "My friend sent me a video saying Tang Zi publicly apologized."
Cheng Zhirang was somewhat immune to her burning gaze by now. Wiping his sweat with a towel, he asked, "What kind of apology?"
"Emphasizing solemnly that she didn’t trip me on purpose. Do you think I should say something to forgive her?"
"No need. Why forgive? She was in the wrong to begin with."
Mu Qiu’s lips curled upward.
As I said before, when Tang Zi pretended to apologize immediately, she had to be prepared for everyone to believe she indeed did something wrong.
Even if someone sympathizes with her, it’s only sympathy—who can forgive her in place of the victim? If Mu Qiu doesn’t forgive, then she remains someone who made a mistake and wasn’t forgiven.
In the future, she might be ridiculed all over again by her own camp.
Cheng Zhirang folded the towel and put it aside, reaching out to her, "Do you want to train a bit?"
"I already moved my yoga clothes to the new house."
"No need for yoga clothes, and you shouldn’t be exercising your legs right now."
"Then I’ll change into a sports bra."
"No..." Cheng Zhirang didn’t expect her to wear that. He was about to say not to when she had already run out.
Mu Qiu changed into a stretchy skirt and a dark grey sports bra, tying her hair into a bun.
"Is this okay?"
What could Cheng Zhirang say? The back of her outfit had a beautiful design, with thin lines crossing each other, highlighting her wing bones.
Further down, her spine lined waist, flat stomach, and the skirt emphasizing her hips.
She didn’t look quite like she was there for proper training.
Cheng Zhirang: "Forget it. You’re still uncomfortable, so don’t do these exercises. How about stretching?"
Mu Qiu obediently nodded in agreement: "Okay, I know a lot of stretching moves."
Five minutes later, Cheng Zhirang could only sit on the resistance training equipment, a towel covering his waist and abdomen, legs apart with elbows resting on his knees, watching the person on the yoga mat in front of him.
His workout rarely included yoga moves, so he had forgotten that when women stretch after exercise, there’s a move called the cat stretch.
For a woman with a good figure, doing this move can really be quite tempting to those nearby.
That particular move is beneficial for the female body, almost essential for their workouts.
Mu Qiu lowered her chest and waist, kneeling on the yoga mat, maintaining her thighs in an upright posture, and slowly took deep breaths with her upper body lowered.
Such a tease.
Cheng Zhirang abruptly spoke, "Is this move done yet?"
Mu Qiu stayed in that position, tilting her head to look at him.
A moment later, she burst into laughter.
"Brother Cheng, you told me to do the stretching."
"I regret it."
"Too bad, regret won’t work now. Do I look good in this outfit?"
Cheng Zhirang turned his head to avoid her gaze: "Stop messing around."
She laughed brightly again, her laughter filling the bright room, like a vixen: "You don’t even dare to look at me."
Cheng Zhirang’s breath hitched for a moment.
Not planning to tease him further, Mu Qiu got up once her shoulders and back felt relaxed, her eyes sweeping over the towel between his legs, hands clasped behind her, raising them, and finally exhaling deeply towards the window.
"Brother Cheng, stop staring at me."
It was even reflected in the window glass.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t move, still watching her from behind.
"Change into something else," he said, "aren’t you still uncomfortable?"
Earlier in the morning, she said that straightening her waist hurt, and her lower abdomen and inner thighs ached.
"Whose fault is the discomfort? When I just changed, I saw a bruise on my thigh." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Cheng Zhirang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he muttered an apology.
His tone was sincere, but he probably wouldn’t change.
She wanted to joke a bit more, but her phone’s special ringtone went off twice, just as Cheng Zhirang’s phone started ringing too.
Cheng Zhirang lowered his head to calm himself and answered the call.
"Sister Chen?"
Chen Song’s tone was peculiar: "Just woke up now? I thought calling you at this hour was late enough. So, you haven’t checked the message Assistant Wen sent you?"
"...Not just waking up. What was sent to me?"
Chen Song: "New script, there’s a promising team behind it. Take a look, the director’s waiting for your response."
"Okay, I’ll provide an answer tomorrow."
"Alright," a pause on the other end, probably Chen Song covering her mouth and phone to whisper:
"Think carefully, she’s only just turned adult, a few years younger than you. Don’t be too harsh. I don’t want to see news about you two at the gynecologist."
"...I’m hanging up now."
"Wait a sec." Chen Song stopped him again.
Cheng Zhirang asked patiently, "Anything else?"
"Yes," her tone turned serious, "Tang Zi came out crying, some public opinion might shift to her side, blaming Mu Qiu instead. Both the company and Changhui are trying to guide it, make sure she controls her own narratives and doesn’t make rash statements online."
"She knows," upon mentioning Mu Qiu’s name, Cheng Zhirang glanced at the person casually leaning against the open curtain playing on the phone, his tone becoming more tender, "Did the company say anything?"
"Whatever they say," Chen Song, unafraid of people or things, said carelessly: "They can’t abandon you, their cash cow. Besides, apparently, the newly appointed deputy general manager is a fan of yours."
Cheng Zhirang wasn’t much interested in that, placing the towel from his stomach aside, standing to walk to the window: "Okay. Anything else?"
"No. Other precautions... you know what you’re doing, handle it accordingly."
"Understood."
As the call ended, Cheng Zhirang used one hand to stop Mu Qiu from pulling the curtain.
Mu Qiu turned back to look at him: "I just opened the curtain, feels like someone is taking pictures."
"It’s a normal relationship, no need to worry about being photographed. Besides, to get a good angle, they’d have to rent the building opposite us, and that’s probably out of their budget."
However, it doesn’t guarantee that such people don’t exist; you never know if there’s someone insane enough.
He glanced outside, took her hand, picked up the towel, and said, "Let’s go to the living room where the curtains are electrically controlled."
Hand in hand, they walked towards the living room.
Meanwhile, on a long balcony opposite the building, a tall man stood up from the balcony sofa, retracting his gaze.
The custom-built ergonomic workstation still had a lit computer, the phone nearby flashing a notification.
He took a playful last glance at their apartment’s location, picked up his phone to check the message.
[The meeting’s happening at Hongda Building this Friday. It’s going to be quite big this time.]
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I posted a picture of the cat stretch on Weibo, paired for better enjoyment/dog head
The entry values for the fan VIP group have changed, it’s 4000 now
Off I go leisurely riding on my electric tricycle.jpg
