I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 161: Mu Qiu’s Outburst

On the other side.

Mu Qiu put on her mask and hat, sat comfortably in the car, but didn’t dare to close her eyes for a nap.

She was not very familiar with Hai City, and the taxi was arranged by Cheng Zhirang’s assistant.

Out of an inexplicable trust in Cheng Zhirang, she felt a bit more at ease in this car.

Vehicles were the easiest targets for crazy fans and paparazzi. Throughout the journey, she sat up straight and clasped the sharp keys on her handbag.

It wasn’t until she got off the car with her suitcase outside her apartment complex that she finally relaxed.

She had already looked at other rental listings online. Although Cheng Zhirang said he could help with this matter, it was always more reassuring to choose by herself rather than rely on someone else.

Even if she made the wrong choice, there was no need to blame anyone else; she would blame herself.

Walking into the apartment building, the elevator just happened to be at her floor, and she pressed the up button, waiting for it.

The hallway was silent, the door across was tightly shut, probably because Sister Chen had sent Chengcheng back to her hometown.

Mu Qiu pushed her suitcase, glanced at the door opposite, and then turned back to continue browsing rental listings on her phone. Walking to her door, she took out her key from her bag to unlock it.

As soon as she put the key to the lock, her eyebrows furrowed immediately.

There were scratches on the lock, and the door was open. Through the gap between the door and the frame, she could see a bit of the room inside.

The cushions on the sofa were messily scattered on the floor, along with something looking like red paint, but there were no other movements inside.

Mu Qiu gritted her teeth, fiercely closed her eyes, her fury rose to her throat but was barely suppressed back down.

Exiting the rental apartment app on her phone, she opened the recording app, locked the screen and put it in her bag. She pushed the suitcase in front of her as a shield, and slowly pulled the door open.

Behind the door, in red paint, was written the word "bitch." The glass vase on the table was thrown to the ground, the flowers trampled twice, water was everywhere, and the small sofa on the right had even been slashed twice, with the fabric peeled back to reveal its insides.

In the kitchen, the newly bought dishes she particularly liked were piled messily in the sink, some of them already broken.

"Fuck."

She cursed expressionlessly, pushed the suitcase away, letting it thud to the ground.

There was suddenly a sound from the bedroom.

Mu Qiu’s whole body tensed up at once, looking towards the room’s door. Out walked a girl in a school uniform covered with patterns, colorful braids in her hair, chewing gum arrogantly and nonchalantly.

Luckily, Mu Qiu’s heart, which had risen, fell a bit back down; at least it was a relatively young girl.

The girl, as a trespasser who broke into someone else’s home, showed no fear upon seeing the homeowner. With a mocking face, she shouted at her.

"Mu Qiu, right? You actually dared to come back?"

Mu Qiu suppressed her anger and asked, "Who are you? Broke in by picking the lock? Do you not know that your behavior is illegal?"

"Breaking what law? Someone as shameless as you hasn’t even broken the law, so I don’t think much of the law either. You must have spent a lot of money on this place, right? You shameless women would really do anything to get close to Brother Cheng."

She kept calling her shameless.

Mu Qiu took off her handbag and asked, "Are you Cheng Zhirang’s sasaeng fan?"

"What sasaeng fan?!" The girl’s voice suddenly rose, "How the hell do you talk?! I’m a fan!"

"Would a fan do something this irrational? Anyone with a brain could tell that today’s trending topic is fake news, someone trying to mess with your Brother Cheng."

"I’m standing up for other fans too! Letting you know that Cheng Zhi is not easy to mess with; don’t think you can aspire to everything just because you appeared on a program with Brother Cheng! Recognize your status, okay? An ugly, untalented amateur writer, what right do you have to ride on Brother Cheng’s fame?!"

She chewed her gum, spat it out carelessly on the floor, and then tore a handful of colorful post-it notes in half, scattering them casually.

"Shameless bitch, I advise you to take down all this garbage of yours..."

The post-it notes fluttered to the ground; Mu Qiu’s expression changed in an instant as she looked up.

Bearing her overwhelming anger, she picked up the handbag she had just put down once more, swiftly and mercilessly slamming it onto the girl’s face, eliciting a startled cry.

"Fuck!"

The handbag had sharp corners, probably scratching her face. She screamed with her eyes closed.

Mu Qiu leaped over, twisted her arm, grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the wall!

"Ahhh!!!"

Mu Qiu’s face was cold; her actions did not halt. The girl’s forehead hit the wall three times, then she grabbed her hair and lifted her face, "Control your legs, better not kick me."

The girl’s forehead already bruised from the bashing, she looked at her in terror, yet still couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

"Fuck your mother, bitch, let go of me!"

"Still can’t tell the difference between friend and foe."

Mu Qiu suddenly let go of her hand, took two steps to the side, and because she was still tightly gripping the girl’s hair, she yanked the girl to the ground.

There was still water from the vase, red paint, mixed with unidentified dirty things on the ground. Mu Qiu looked down at her, and ignoring her cries of pain, grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bedroom.

Somewhere, she slammed into the door with a bang, and her screams of pain were dreadfully annoying.

Mu Qiu ignored it, directly dragging her to the corner of the bedroom where she usually sought inspiration while writing.

The quilt and the bedside night lamp were thrown to the ground, the corner full of inspiration post-its had been ripped off, only a few left scattered on the carpet.

Mu Qiu tightened her grip, slamming her against the wall of the corner with a thud, the sound of a head hitting the wall clearly echoing in the room.

"Ah!"

The girl screamed, holding her head and kneeling there, her tears flowing nonstop.

"How do you still have the face to cry?" Mu Qiu squatted down, grabbed her throat with one hand, the spot where the windpipe was.

Her frantic crying was forced to a halt, only able to make hasty noises.

"Look," grabbing her hair with the other hand, forcing her head up, "I’ve cared for it for so long, looking forward to it every day, and all the beautiful things I’ve bought were destroyed by you. Without a quilt, I can’t sleep, the sofa belongs to the landlord so I’ll have to compensate, the dishes, vase, cushions, bedside lamp were all things I loved. I am not someone who bites dust and repurchases silently. Lastly—"

"Take a look here, this is my favorite spot."

Gripping her tightly by her hair, her hair taut, her forehead along with other parts of her body bumping from place to place ached, causing her to cry in pain and made her all the more fearful of Mu Qiu’s morbid questioning method.

All she knew was to cry, to the point where Mu Qiu was fed up.

"Shut up!" she suddenly shouted, startling the girl to tremble all over, docilely shutting her mouth, making those stifled sounds in her throat.