I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 389: I Won’t Be One of Those Examples
Mu Qiu was still sniffing.
"If you had something and then pushed it away yourself, versus never having had it at all, which would you choose?"
Cheng Zhirang remained silent.
"...Can I not choose?"
"You can’t. Are there any other options besides these two?"
Cheng Zhirang thought seriously for a moment, then said, "Perhaps people are different. Some people might never push something away once they have it."
"Are there really such people? Even seemingly good men can be unfaithful. No matter how sincerely they regret it later, they can’t make up for the mistakes they made. Would you do that?"
"......I wouldn’t. Have you been reading something upsetting again?"
Mu Qiu listlessly responded with a hum.
Cheng Zhirang was at a loss, almost bewildered by her previous two questions.
"There are many men in the world, and there will always be people who are different. What you read in books is only a typical portrayal of some people; it doesn’t mean everyone is like that," he lowered his voice to calmly soothe her, "so their stories can’t be applied to us."
"There are so many real-life examples...."
"But I won’t be one of those examples."
A moment later, Mu Qiu said with a nasal tone, "Alright, I was being emotional."
"Crying too much is harmful to your health, maybe watch something happy. Should I come over?"
"No need, I can adjust myself."
She felt a bit embarrassed, getting so worked up over a sad story and calling him with such a trivial question.
Besides, getting reassurance now is pointless; men’s words can be deceiving.
Cheng Zhirang, unaware of her thoughts, confirmed several times that she really didn’t need him to come over, exchanged a few more words, and then hung up the phone.
After standing in the living room for a while, he changed his clothes and went to the garage, choosing another car and driving out of the Half Mountain area.
Mu Qiu finally got up from the balcony sofa, a pile of tissues on the small table next to her, her eyes almost swollen from crying.
No wonder it was in the top 10 of sad stories, it was intense, so painful it felt like a heart attack, constantly wanting to rush in and crush the male lead under the wheels of a car.
She went to the washroom to wash her face, then looked up at herself in the mirror.
Lately, her skin had improved, making her red eyes even more noticeable. Wet, with the corners and ends of her eyes a bright red, her lashes sprinkled with tear droplets.
The hairline was a bit wet, with beads of water flowing down the corner of her eyes, dripping onto her blue nightgown.
Leaving a distinct trace.
Indeed, a bit swollen.
Mu Qiu lifted her head, drying the water with tissues, thinking, how could it not be swollen, after crying for three days.
...Maybe she could write a story about a delicate beauty and a sickly Crown Prince?
She looked back at herself in the mirror, recalling Cheng Zhirang’s almost barely restrained expression when she cried, thinking the idea was quite promising.
A beauty forced to be with the Crown Prince, just happens to like the beauty, the sickly Crown Prince, intentionally approaching and voluntarily accepting, perfectly matched, then the Crown Prince could also imprison her, fully displaying his pathological behavior style.
One who doesn’t love yet complies, one who deeply loves yet doesn’t say, they engage in all sorts of intimate interactions in such a relationship dynamic.
Then the beauty must be like this, delicate and tear-stained, pleading with red eyes, yet only provoking the Crown Prince’s rougher treatment...
"Beep—"
The honk of a car sounded downstairs.
Mu Qiu snapped back to reality, coughed twice, and looked down off the balcony.
Cheng Zhirang lowered the car window and looked up at her, his expression gentle.
"Could you help open the gate?"
Mu Qiu was taken aback, a smile breaking at the corners of her lips, and she immediately ran downstairs, her blue nightgown fluttering in the wind like a flower.
She pressed the gate lock switch on the first floor, then opened the door herself to go out and greet him.
Cheng Zhirang parked the car, got out, pulled down his mask, and as he watched her running towards him, opened his arms to catch her.
Feeling her skin against his palm, he furrowed his brows, softly asking, "Why did you come out in your nightgown?"
"Because I was so excited, I really wanted to come down to greet you. Didn’t you say not to come over?"
"I wanted to come and see you."
Mu Qiu couldn’t stop the smile on her lips as she tiptoed to kiss him.
This seemed to be her habit of expressing her happiness, as Cheng Zhirang embraced her and bent his head to meet her, sharing a brief kiss.
Then Cheng Zhirang gently touched the corner of her eye with his fingertip, softly saying, "They’re a little swollen."
"That book was too sad."
"Too sad?"
"It was so upsetting, incredibly so, and it was written from the female protagonist’s perspective, so I got really engrossed. Do you think I’m being a bit overdramatic?"
Cheng Zhirang held her hand as they walked towards the entrance, into the small villa, speaking seriously as they went:
"In my industry, we call it being too immersed in a role. Sometimes it requires us to use our emotions to work, but if the emotions linger after work, they can affect normal life."
Mu Qiu listened intently: "And then?"
"So I don’t think you’re being weird, but you can’t always stay in that state of emotion, it’s bad for your health."
Reaching the sofa, Mu Qiu pushed him down to sit, then settled on his lap, lying in his arms, saying: "I know, it’s just that I couldn’t get out of it after reading."
Cheng Zhirang let her do as she pleased, gently holding her waist: "Want to tell me about it? I’ve been working on a script recently about a rather tragic story, maybe we can discuss it."
Mu Qiu’s eyes lit up as she propped herself up slightly with her hand on his chest: "You want to hear?"
"Yes, I do."
"Actually, it’s pretty simple. The main characters started dating in high school, the boy pursued the girl, spending a lot of effort and time, and finally winning her over.
And you can tell the boy really loves the girl, never letting her suffer, always being the couple everyone envied. They stayed in love for seven years and eventually got married.
After marriage, the boy treated the girl extremely well. When she got pregnant, he couldn’t sleep soundly, always worrying about her, going great distances at dawn to get her favorite breakfast.
Then one night, the girl saw him kissing another girl by the roadside."
Going over this part again, she got emotional: "What’s even scarier is that stories like this, ones that lead to despair, are too common in reality."
Such a long love affair still can’t withstand a momentary desire and temptation. They can love someone they always loved, while also liking another person, maybe even several others.
It’s terrifying. If someone who’s loved so deeply can still betray, what kind of emotion could still be trusted?
Cheng Zhirang placed his hand on her back, holding her like Chengcheng holding a stuffed carrot toy, softly saying:
"In reality, there are many temptations, and many people can’t resist them. Human emotions are complex, we can’t expect everyone to have a constant heart. We’re inherently looking for rare and precious emotions in this world."
Mu Qiu lay in his arms, staring at him as he seriously and slowly explained these truths, it seemed as if his whole being was glowing.
When a certain aspect of his conquered her, all other parts of him seemed to be tinged with a filter. Even just two sentences from him made her feel this man was utterly captivating.
