I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 162: Mu Qiu, Look at Me
Mu Qiu looked at that terrified face. She was still a minor, and despite wearing makeup, it was still obvious. Just a kid who couldn’t achieve anything in school, so she could only do bad things to gain attention.
But who wasn’t a kid once.
Suddenly, Mu Qiu no longer had the intention to make this girl feel the same anger she did.
So she dragged the girl’s hair again, making her face press against the corner of the wall, and asked her, "Do you think you did the right thing? Finding the home of an innocent person without using your brain to judge the truth of the news."
"Picking locks, smashing things, daring to speak harshly after bumping into me, what are you if not a stalker fan? Ask your Brother Cheng if he likes fans like you? Ask Cheng Zhi, would they accept a stalker like you?"
Every word perfectly triggered the girl’s anger, and Mu Qiu loosened her grip a little, only to hear her cursing loudly.
"None of your damn business! Just a bitch trying to ride Brother Cheng’s coattails! What right do you have to criticize me?! I’ve watched all the movies and TV dramas he’s acted in, bought everything he endorsed! Wherever he goes, I’m concerned he might run into girls like you..."
Mu Qiu didn’t have the patience to listen to her finish. She yanked her hair upwards, lowering her voice, "So you malign my work and tear apart my sticky notes? Who taught you that you could do this legally?!"
"Just some sticky notes with nonsensical jotting... Ah!!!"
Thud!
Another sound of head hitting the wall. Mu Qiu’s anger was perfectly carried on.
She stood up, grabbed the braided hair in her hand, dragged her out of the room, and then choked her neck to make her look at the back of that door and the wall, where English words were written in red paint.
"Don’t be so arrogant just because you’re a minor," Mu Qiu whispered into her ear, "Have you studied health education? The place I’m gripping is your trachea, and as long as I..."
The cries turned into gasping and screams of fear.
Her hand clenched firmly, the girl’s breathing became more pronounced, her face beginning to flush, and suddenly, exclamations came from the door.
"Mu Qiu! Mu Qiu, let her go! She’s about to suffocate!"
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Chen Song had returned to pack Chengcheng’s clothes, intending to send Chengcheng to live with her mother for a while.
She had packed two suitcases, was about to lock the door and go downstairs, when she heard the sounds coming from the opposite door.
Panicked and tearful, the room door got flung open.
She immediately sensed something was wrong, stared at that door, and called Cheng Zhirang right away.
After the call, she removed her high heels, walked gently to the opposite door, and carefully pushed it open.
What greeted her eyes was the sight of Mu Qiu with a cold face, choking the neck of an unfamiliar girl.
The unfamiliar girl’s face was full of tears, both her forehead and chin were bruised, her face bore a scratch mark, and her neck was being choked by Mu Qiu, struggling to breathe.
Chen Song’s heart jumped, she hurriedly rushed over to pull Mu Qiu away,
"Mu Qiu! Mu Qiu, let her go! She’s about to suffocate!"
Reinforcement had arrived, Mu Qiu obediently released her grip, the girl’s legs gave out, she slid down the wall, kneeling on the ground, took two gasping breaths, and then began to cry loudly after realizing what had happened.
Mu Qiu looked at Chen Song and said, "She won’t suffocate."
Chen Song thought she might be mad.
She was about to go mad herself. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
The room was in a mess, and that girl lying on the ground crying was actually Cheng Zhirang’s stalker fan. Looking at the insulting words written with red paint on the walls and the sticky notes Mu Qiu was slowly picking up.
Mu Qiu sat on the torn-apart sofa, tidying the pillows on the table and floor, taking pictures of the pieced-together sticky notes for records.
Chen Song watched with her heart pounding, her forehead thumping, hoping Cheng Zhirang would arrive soon.
Cheng Zhirang had just been sent back to the Half Mountain Villa, a long way from the city. After receiving the call, he instructed Assistant Wen to rush over as soon as possible, then picked a car himself and hit the gas in that direction.
When he arrived, Assistant Wen had already taken the injured stalker fan to the hospital, leaving only Chen Song to walk around Mu Qiu’s house helping to tidy up.
Seeing him arrive, Chen Song paused in her actions, frowned deeply, sighed, and said quietly,
"You finally came. Look, what a mess. A stalker fan broke in by picking the lock, and Mu Qiu happened to catch her when she came back, and somehow Mu Qiu ended up using force... Anyway, it’s a bit complicated, and she doesn’t want to talk to me."
She didn’t describe how the stalker was injured, but somehow it felt satisfying.
Cheng Zhirang, still slightly out of breath, nodded at her, indicating he understood, then asked, "Where is she?"
"Mu Qiu? She’s in the room, doesn’t look so well."
"Okay, I’ll go take a look."
The incident stemmed from him, this time Mu Qiu truly suffered unwarranted disaster.
The room door was closed. Cheng Zhirang stood at the door ready to knock, his gaze fell on the tampered lock.
The door was simply ajar, it couldn’t be closed.
He furrowed his brow slightly, pursed his lips, yet courteously knocked on the door twice, indicating he wanted to come in.
Mu Qiu’s voice came from inside, "Come in."
Only then did Cheng Zhirang push the door open.
Mu Qiu sat with knees bent in the corner of the room by the bedside, her head down, piecing together sticky notes of different colors.
After piecing one sheet together, she took a picture with her phone, then tore them in half, crumpled them into a ball with one hand, and tossed them into the trash bin.
He had seen her write on sticky notes and knew they were her writing inspirations. But now, these inspirations were all torn apart.
Cheng Zhirang walked over and squatted in front of her.
His voice was still heavy from running here, "Are you okay?"
Mu Qiu shook her head, not speaking.
"That’s good. It’s over now, you can rest easy. I’ve found you a new place to stay, and it’s in a nice environment."
"Thank you." She kept her head low, piecing the papers together, her words dry and nasal.
Cheng Zhirang looked at the crown of her head, sighed, and gently softened his voice, calling her name.
"Mu Qiu, look at me."
Mu Qiu stopped piecing the sticky notes together, stayed silent for a while, and finally lifted her head to look at him.
Her clear eyes were filled with watery tears that had held back for so long and finally spilled over, sparkling droplets hanging from her lashes, her eyes red and pitiful.
"Why?" Her voice suppressed with emotion asked, "Why?"
She didn’t say it all, but Cheng Zhirang understood her unfinished thought.
"Exposure means that regardless of good or bad intentions, eyes will be on you. Cheers and applause will come to you, as will denigration and blows."
"But," Cheng Zhirang said as he handed her a tissue, the tip of the tissue touching her chin, catching two drops of tears, quickly soaking them up. He added, "This is my fault. You did nothing wrong. I’m sorry."
Mu Qiu tightly squeezed the tissue, not wiping her tears, instead vaguely looking at Cheng Zhirang’s face through her teary eyes.
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