I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 394: Truly a Master of Romance

The editor really didn’t have time to join them for dinner.

Probably because when her two books were being sold for adaptation into films and shows, they had meals together to discuss matters, so she didn’t join the authors’ group this time.

However, they didn’t insist she join the gathering, just mentioned she could wander around the company, and there’s also a restaurant downstairs.

Mu Qiu could only go with Qing Rong.

But instead of eating at a restaurant, they went to the famous Dynasty Food Street led by Qing Rong.

Considering Mu Qiu is currently in the spotlight, they didn’t go around, just found a place to sit directly.

It was a shop in a Republic of China style, a two-story small building, where the waiter was still wearing clothes from that era, tossing a long towel and inviting them in.

"Do you like the Republic of China period? I thought guys would prefer the ancient snack shop in front, with that imposing stone lion at the entrance."

Qing Rong poured the tea into the cups twice, swirled, and then discarded it.

"The Republic of China was also a good time to establish a career. Although it lasted for a short time, it marked a significant spot in history. Didn’t you say before that most Republic of China stories end in tragedy? This should be what you need to read recently."

"Indeed, the next book scheduled to be read is a Republic of China novel. They say it’s tear-inducing upon memory."

She took one of the cups, using the teapot on the table, filled it with barley tea, a pale yellow brew, and signaled for him to pass his cup over.

Qing Rong supported his head with one hand, pushed the blue-glazed cup with his left index finger toward her.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome. The meeting’s at two, shall we go over at one-thirty?"

"I’ll follow the lady’s arrangements." He twirled the half-filled tea cup, staring at the moving tea inside.

Typically, when netizens who just met in real life, one handsome guy and one beautiful girl, dine together, the atmosphere tends to be awkward, but not with them.

Qing Rong had a knack for conversing, his breadth of knowledge was vast, he could chat about anything and effortlessly catch and return any joke thrown his way.

Dining and chatting with such a person would never be awkward or dull.

As they finished the meal, Qing Rong said he was going to the restroom, then went to the cashier and settled the bill.

The whole process seemed like... a gentleman habitually going through a typical routine.

What makes a man most charming, what subtle details should a man consider when dining with a lady, and when should one settle the bill.

Qing Rong did it in a nonchalant, casual yet punctual manner, like a student accustomed to his routine completing his homework.

For most girls, a guy like this is highly appealing.

Unfortunately for Mu Qiu, with Cheng Zhirang setting the bar high, she recently couldn’t focus on anyone else.

Not even interested in taking another glance at handsome photos.

So when Qing Rong returned, she asked directly, "How much was it? Shall I treat or split the bill, you choose?"

Qing Rong was taken aback, sat down, leaned against the back of the chair, and said, "This is Hai City, how could you treat?"

"So it’s splitting?"

"Can’t you let me perform my host duties? Isn’t gentlemen paying a form of respect to women?"

"But it depends on which woman," he didn’t answer how much it cost, Mu Qiu directly transferred three hundred over, put away her phone, took a sip of the soup, and added,

"If someone clearly wants to develop something with you, they could shyly say ’next time I’ll treat you’."

"So what does splitting correspond to?"

Mu Qiu: "It means having a pleasant meal and could consider another meal together."

Qing Rong looked as if he had learned something, behind his silver-rimmed glasses, his eyes regarded her, his face showing a playful smile.

"No wonder you’re a romance expert."

Clearly avoiding suspicion, yet she could phrase it so grandiose.

However, having a boyfriend and instinctively keeping a distance from other men, in this era, it’s hard to find such rationally loyal girls.

He admired this loyalty.

See, she hit one of his preferences again.

Qing Rong’s eyes showed greater interest, looking out the window, half-high glass showed a reflection of her face-obscured upper body, shapely and attractive.

After the "netizen meeting" meal, it became the official author meeting. They returned to the ninth floor of the building, entered a place where a big shot and clients casually conversed, small round tables, small chairs, and several people were speaking quietly, looking quite at ease.

Three or four photographers had their cameras set up, recording.

People inside turned back to look at the two of them, with expressions of slight surprise.

Mu Qiu was used to cameras, but suddenly felt slightly uneasy in this setting, a faint sense of tension emerged.

After a brief silence, an older male author stood up and said, "Is this the new bigwig joining us this time? Mu Qiu, right? Welcome, welcome."

Then the others stood up to applaud.

"Welcome, welcome."

Mu Qiu bowed to say thank you and shook hands with everyone, exchanged pen names.

After greeting everyone, Qing Rong pushed out a pink chair beside him and gestured for her to sit there.

Mu Qiu went over and sat next to him.

Among twenty or so people, unexpectedly, there were four or five very young girls, with straight bangs, ponytails, still looking like students.

Turns out she wasn’t the youngest of them.

Once seated, the girl next to her asked, "How did you come with Mr. Qing? No wonder Mr. Qing didn’t come for a meal this time."

Her voice was sweet and coy, an oval face with round eyes, looking very spoiled and sweet, surprisingly supporting family with sideline income.

Facing her veiled scrutiny, Mu Qiu poker-faced replied, "Oh, coincidentally bumped into each other."

Qing Rong glanced at her in his peripheral vision, didn’t speak, and greeted others sitting to his right.

The girl asked again, "Your book adaptation turned into a show, the website’s first case. Are you really dating Brother Cheng...?"

"Mao Duoduo," Qing Rong suddenly turned to the girl and said, "No personal chat."

The girl immediately shut her mouth in grievance, softly saying sorry to Mu Qiu.

A male author in the middle laughed, "Mr. Qing is indeed our discipline committee. But can we talk about the show? Mu Qiu, when you were absent, we wanted to ask, how does it feel to have your book made into a show and participate?"

"It’s quite surreal," Mu Qiu recalled her state when she first heard this amazing news, couldn’t help but laugh: "Wanted to scream but couldn’t, spent the day in a state of mental exhilaration."

This topic got interesting, others leaned forward to ask her.

"How does participating feel? Fun?"

Mu Qiu: "It’s alright, but since it’s showbiz, one must be cautious."

"Indeed, easy to fall victim to fan backlash."

"But I watched the show, and it’s really nice. Could you give a sneak peek into the next episode?"

Mu Qiu laughed, "I’m curious too, since I want to know how the crew avoids content from my book."

Without topics about romance, the atmosphere remained relaxed. She gradually blended in, starting conversations with authors from different genres about character settings.

Qing Rong halfheartedly listened to the person in front speak, his mind entirely occupied with the person beside him, upon hearing her laugh, his lips slightly curled up, casually adjusting his glasses.