I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 398: At a Time Like This?

The two of them leaned closely together, sitting in the car, whispering about how to resolve the issue.

The anger, discomfort, and guilt from the scene were temporarily pushed to the back of their minds, as they suppressed their emotions to resolve the problem first.

During this time, Chen Song called, but they didn’t talk much, just said a couple of words and hung up.

After discussing everything, Mu Qiu held Cheng Zhirang’s hand, following him straight up to the first floor from the garage elevator.

This villa surprisingly had its own elevator, leading directly to three floors, four if you count the garage on the negative first floor.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, right under the wooden staircase leading to the second floor. Its color matched the wall, and if not opened, you could barely tell there was an elevator door.

Stepping out of the elevator, you could see a clean and tidy living room on the first floor, spacious and bright, with light-colored decor and dark-colored furniture, simple and elegant.

Cheng Zhirang placed some slippers in front of her, tossed his mask and sunglasses on the sofa, then led her up to the second floor.

Mu Qiu looked at his distinct knuckles, the hands holding hers, all the way to the rolled-up sleeves stopping at the elbows, the arc of his arm muscles, neckline, down to the waist, and the long legs wrapped in pants.

He was so determined to bring her to his final sanctuary.

The largest bedroom on the second floor had a large yoga mat by the window sill, and a brightly colored soft chair added.

"I’ve added your things here; you’re welcome to stay often. Hungry? What would you like to eat, or do you want to rest first?"

He turned to ask her. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Mu Qiu was staring straight at him: "Hungry. Want to eat you."

Cheng Zhirang paused.

"It’s enclosed here, no one around, quiet, and spacious," Mu Qiu put her hands back, raised her chest, gathered her hair up, then gently leaned on him like a temptress,

"I don’t want to wear this dress anymore; it’s a bit hot. Help me take it off."

Cheng Zhirang caught her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and in a husky voice asked, "Now?"

Mu Qiu giggled softly: "Does this kind of thing need timing? Whether in a good mood or busy, it doesn’t matter, as long as I want to."

She then tiptoed to kiss his Adam’s apple.

She continued, "And why do others put ’release’ in front of ’desire’? Because this thing inherently releases emotions."

"But I don’t want it to be purely about releasing emotions."

"So you don’t want to?"

Cheng Zhirang fell silent for a moment, the wind blowing in through the window carried away his low response, "I want."

The gentle, graceful gentleman was still entranced by the bold, adventurous temptress.

Mu Qiu in her own unique way familiarized herself with the layout and design of the villa, leaving sweet hums and passionate love in every spot she liked.

The pale pink dress soon slipped off to the floor, abandoned in its place by the owner, replaced by the man’s large white shirt.

The always quiet Half Mountain Villa witnessed its most "lively" time.

After the cloud cleared and the rain subsided, Cheng Zhirang filled up the bathtub, and Mu Qiu, soaked all over, stepped in holding his hand, still feeling soft with desire.

Tidying up afterward was Cheng Zhirang’s responsibility. Making sure she was safely soaking in the bath, he closed the bathroom door and left.

A mess was left on the floor.

Cheng Zhirang closed his eyes briefly, sighed while rubbing his forehead, picked up the belt and dress at his feet, then tied the garbage bag and threw it downstairs.

He made a call outside, instructing someone to handle the follow-up matters at the police station, and then returned to the villa to make some corn and salted congee.

When he went back up, voices came from the bathroom, slightly hoarse, exuding a lazy and relaxed feeling.

"It’s not his fault."

"It is a bit annoying."

Cheng Zhirang stopped in his tracks.

Inside, bathing and on the phone with Zhao Yu, Mu Qiu didn’t know he was standing outside.

Zhao Yu had called in a fluster after seeing the trending topic after work, starting with an exclamation.

"You’re really something now, seeing your name six out of seven days a week! What’s wrong, are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

"Your voice is hoarse, you must have cried, and still say you’re fine!"

Mu Qiu: "......"

Zhao Yu was still irate: "Didn’t I tell you not to wander around aimlessly?!"

"That was an author meetup, not wandering aimlessly."

Zhao Yu: "And in this situation, you still dared to attend... But then again, it’s a big gathering of leading figures; even if you had to crawl, you’d go."

"Not quite that exaggerated," Mu Qiu thought she wasn’t that relentless, "I just thought I’d quietly go, interact with the big names, and then quietly leave without causing any stir."

Zhao Yu: "You totally underestimated Cheng Zhirang’s popularity. On the first day of your relationship being exposed, those people would crowd you so much they’d tear your car door off! Are you really alright?"

"Really, I’m fine. Just dragging a few top figures into this."

Zhao Yu was also troubled: "I really admire the paparazzi’s dedication nowadays; their work ethic puts all workers to shame. If they lean out any further, they’d fall down and be run over by your car. Just to take photos of you, what do they get out of it?"

"... What’s wrong with photographing me, do I have no value?"

"No."

Mu Qiu speechless: "... Well, I really have no value."

Zhao Yu leveraged years in fan circles: "It’s not like you’ve been hidden away and unseen; you’ve appeared on shows a lot. These reckless paparazzi want to capture something more explosive."

"Like?"

"Like #Mu Qiu seen secretly meeting a mysterious man alone after relationship exposure with Cheng Zhirang#; speak up, in fan-shot videos and photos, wasn’t the man standing on your left or right with Cheng Zhirang Qing Rong?"

"Yes."

"Ah ah ah ah ah I knew it! Such a handsome man, so right for you, why didn’t you seize the opportunity?!"

"I’ve said many times — my relationship with him is just ordinary friends; I have a boyfriend now, okay? Follow the rules of the game."

Zhao Yu must have pursed her lips, using that tone of children who don’t listen: "I’m not telling you to cheat. I’m just lamenting! Celebrities, just fancy who you fancy; you didn’t have to actually get with someone.

Events like today’s might happen more in the future. Can you really handle it? Dining or shopping with friends and family, people still eyeing you both, snapping pics. If not for him, would you face this? You’d never encounter such danger in your life!"

Mu Qiu was silent for two seconds.

"It’s not his fault."

Zhao Yu: "Yes, I know it’s not his fault. But if because of him, these situations keep arising, wouldn’t you harbor some blame towards him? You finally got a friend in the same profession, and the first thing that happens is their car being hit. How did you feel when you had no way to apologize?"

Light water splashes in the bathtub, then Mu Qiu’s slightly lowered voice.

"It is a bit annoying."