I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 399: What Are You Considering, Leaving Me?
Even though I told myself I could calm down and think, knowing this matter has nothing to do with him.
But because of his profession, my originally normal and peaceful life encounters such chaotic troubles, and sometimes I really can’t help but involve him.
A get-together that was supposed to be good, being able to dine and chat with an author I have always admired and respected and becoming friends was something that made me very happy.
However, being with him means worrying about being asked about our relationship by many people and worrying that going out haphazardly would cause him trouble.
Having to wear a mask and sneak through the underground passages when dining with friends, being stopped by paparazzi on the way to eat, not even knowing when a crazy fan might personally attack her, or monitoring her family and friends, unjustly criticizing her work as bad...
The fan effect can be really terrifying for ordinary people.
Mu Qiu moved her legs, causing the water in the bathtub to ripple.
"But I think," she said softly again, "I can’t deny him because of this. Being in a relationship with him will encounter these issues, and being in a relationship with someone else will also bring other troubles. It’s not like finding the right person means everything will be smooth and joyful."
"That’s the logic of it," Zhao Yu was not concerned about who he or who others were, only concerned about the troubles she might face after being in a relationship with such a person,
"But you first need to think clearly whether you like him enough to tolerate these troubles just because of his face.
If not, then get out in time; handsome men are the best at beguiling women. If you can, then... then you can only adjust your mentality, and it’s best to stick it out. Do you think you can do it?"
"Although this question is very ambiguous, I still have to be honest: I’m a bit confused right now."
"Oh, even the rational little prince can be confused? How confused are you?"
Mu Qiu ignored her teasing and earnestly said, "I can’t bear it, and I know he’s not wrong, but just thinking that I might often encounter such things in the future makes me want to retreat."
"Your subjective thoughts have already gained the upper hand. The last time I saw you like this was when you couldn’t decide on the tough choice between dieting and eating spicy sticks and chips."
"...When did I eat spicy sticks and chips?"
"Two years ago, you stood next to the snack rack at the supermarket under the dorm stairs for half an hour without deciding whether to eat or not. Even the lady at the checkout thought you couldn’t bear to buy it because you didn’t have the money."
Mu Qiu rolled her eyes.
Zhao Yu continued, "How about this, you need a medium. What words, things, or people, or events do you think could sway you toward one of these choices? As long as you lean in that direction, even a little, it’s the road you most want to choose right now."
What words, what people, what things could sway her in a certain choice, even slightly...
Mu Qiu: "I think I’ve already figured out what that medium is."
"I get it, it’s the part where I can’t continue listening."
"Although saying it doesn’t sound friendly to you as a single dog, the upcoming part is really not suitable for you to hear.
Kiddo, you were rational today and helped daddy a lot—you’re growing up. But I still want to ask, in the conversation above, if the protagonist became you and Su Yan, you think..."
Zhao Yu couldn’t wait for her to stop talking and jumped in when she heard Su Yan’s name: "Then everything I said above is bullshit. If I can’t stick through such minor difficulties, I’d slap myself."
"........." What a damn double standard.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu got out of the bathtub, found a towel to dry herself, and then looked around, not seeing any of her clothes, not even a robe.
Just as she was about to call for Cheng Zhirang, someone knocked on the bathroom door from outside.
Then the door slightly opened, and Cheng Zhirang extended a hand, offering a robe inside.
"Don’t stay too long."
Mu Qiu looked at his hand, paused.
She didn’t know how long he’d been standing outside.
She took the robe, put it on, opened the door, and went out. Cheng Zhirang stood by the bed changing the sheets, his back to her.
"Brother Cheng."
Cheng Zhirang removed the sheets and turned to look at her, silent.
Mu Qiu bit her lip, asking him, "What did you hear?"
"You want to give up."
"What else?"
"That’s enough," he said in a low voice, draping the removed sheets over the chair beside him. His good upbringing held back his emotions, and he even apologized first, "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your call with a friend."
"Isn’t apologizing at this point a bit too gentlemanly?"
Mu Qiu stepped forward two steps to grab his hand. Having been in the bathroom soaking for too long, her face was a bit flushed. Even with the ventilation on, the room was still cooled, but it was still a bit stuffy.
Holding his hand made it slightly sweaty.
She said, "My friend is very worried about me. She’s seen many unsuccessful relationships between celebrities and ordinary people, so she hopes I consider it more."
"Consider what? Not being with me?"
He reversed his grip on her hand, not using much force, holding gently.
"From an onlooker’s perspective, from someone who worries about you, dating a celebrity really isn’t too appropriate.
You’d face a lot of trouble, can’t go out casually, and can’t show your little quirks because we have to set a good example for fans... you feel the same way, right?"
Mu Qiu looked into his beautiful eyes, nodding and shaking her head.
"It’s not about whether I feel that way; it’s about how this situation inherently exists in this big environment. Celebrities do face these troubles in normal life, and dating a celebrity might encounter these troubles too."
She always liked to dissect a thing that could make her anxious, talk it out one by one, not only to him but also to herself, in a way that could quickly calm her down and rationally think through the problem.
Objective analysis first, subjective choice next.
"But you are someone I fought for, begged for—how could I easily let go of you? It’s not like I’m a jerk who likes to ditch when tired."
She hadn’t forgotten that when Cheng Zhirang had only shown a slight interest in her, she had pulled this gentle celestial being off his pedestal.
Having brought him down, she had to be responsible, right?
Mu Qiu moved two steps closer, softening her voice to act coquettishly, "Hug me, I’m still feeling upset."
Cheng Zhirang said nothing, wrapping his arm around her waist, letting her lean half her weight on him, and allowed her to blow air by his ear.
"So now I need a promise. As long as you say it, I’ll unconditionally side with you."
Silent for a moment, Cheng Zhirang spoke in a low voice, slow but firm:
"I can’t promise you’ll never encounter something like this in the future, but I can promise I’ll always be by your side the first moment."
"I believe you."
