I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 165: Unconditionally Siding with You
Brother Cheng rarely drove this car before, the media doesn’t recognize it.
Mu Qiu successfully got into the car in the underground parking lot, cautiously looking out the window.
"Don’t worry, the paparazzi don’t recognize this car, and the windows are anti-peep, buckle up."
She sat in the back seat and obediently buckled her seatbelt. She wasn’t used to sitting in the front passenger seat. When Cheng Zhirang opened the front passenger door, he looked at her and asked.
Then the front seat was given to the plush monkey on the suitcase.
Chen Song truly is a manager who has handled top stars; she pulled off all the distinctive tags from her suitcase, and if she had something handy, she might have wanted to change the suitcase’s color.
The car drove out of the parking lot and onto the roads.
The car was quietly flowing.
Cheng Zhirang, driving with one hand, suddenly looked into the rearview mirror and asked, "Do you want to go to Half Mountain?"
Mu Qiu froze, "......Living together?"
Brother Cheng’s eyebrow twitched, he paused for two seconds, and said helplessly, "If that’s how you want to think about it, sure."
Mu Qiu let out a sound.
Although she felt that as adults, relationships can progress quickly, starting with living together seemed a bit too fast, right?
Moreover, living together and falling in love are not things to be confused with one another.
She thought for a moment and shook her head, "No, thank you."
She didn’t like having her accustomed personal space disrupted.
Thankfully, Cheng Zhirang was just asking, not expecting any necessary answer. She said no, and he agreed.
"The security of the property over in Yishan is relatively good, but with many residents, it’s not absolutely safe," saying this, Cheng Zhirang frowned, "Living alone is still a bit unsafe."
"I can manage; there are many women living alone, and I used to live alone before, no worries. Besides, compared to a place I would find myself, Yishan is already safe enough."
Cheng Zhirang turned the steering wheel to the right, and the car veered right.
His hand slid over the textured surface of the steering wheel, creating a sound of skin against dry fabric, Mu Qiu thoughtfully took out a sticky note and pen from her bag to jot down the sentence describing that sound.
"What are you noting down?" Cheng Zhirang asked softly, careful not to disturb her.
Mu Qiu, with her head down, placed the sticky note on her knee, writing as she replied, "Inspiration."
"Does inspiration strike you all the time?"
"At least, when looking at you, it strikes all the time."
Cheng Zhirang smiled helplessly.
"Do I really inspire you a lot? Why?"
"Good-looking, well-proportioned, and inherently charming."
With her head still buried in writing, Cheng Zhirang tried to understand more about her profession and habits.
"Do good-looking people always inspire you?"
"No, so far, I’ve only met you."
"Is inspiration critically important to you?"
"Very important, like dreaming of a code to unlock something, but when you wake up, the code quickly fades away, so you need to jot it down immediately."
"Is that why you were so upset when your sticky note got torn up today?"
Mu Qiu paused, put away the sticky note she finished writing, and raised her head to ask him, "Brother Cheng, do you think I did something wrong today?"
This matter can be trivial or significant; if that girl runs out and says things distorted, it might make the situation even worse.
Still, even if she could go back two hours, her reaction would be the same.
"From which perspective should I consider?"
At a traffic light, it was red, he stopped, even leaning over to adjust the plush monkey’s seating on the passenger side, then turned back and gave her a gentle glance.
"As an observer, I think you retaliating after being bullied isn’t wrong; from the perspective of the actor that girl admires, I apologize for causing you harm, and I’m not in a position to judge your resistance."
"Looking from the boyfriend’s perspective, I think everything you did today I support."
No matter the perspective, I’ll unconditionally stand by you.
Mu Qiu bit her lip, her gaze meeting his eyes filled with shimmering warmth in the rearview mirror.
The sound of her heartbeat seemed amplified, the whole car felt filled with the sound of her pulse.
The Yishan Residential Area is quite far from the city center, but Mu Qiu usually stays home except for weekends when she goes out with the program team, so to her, this place is quite nice.
Going directly from the underground parking to the elevator, getting off at the twelfth floor.
This is a one-floor-per-unit apartment; Cheng Zhirang had his friends randomly choose the floor, selecting it for its privacy, thinking it might serve well for staying here during nearby shoots.
Now it seemed just right.
It’s a large flat, very spacious. Cheng Zhirang pushed the suitcase with one hand and held the long-legged monkey with the other, leading Mu Qiu across the sunken living room, open kitchen, then to the second bedroom opposite the study.
"Go take a look." He pushed the door open, letting Mu Qiu enter first.
The room had complete furniture; though there wasn’t yet bedding and such, everything else was quite complete, and there was even a sunny small balcony outside.
The biggest surprise was the corner near the head of the bed, with a recessed area with two steps, covered with a soft blue carpet.
She turned back in surprise, quietly suppressing her joy, "There’s a little nook here!"
Like a girl discovering a mushroom, sharing with friends the wonderful news, cautiously worrying about disturbing the mushroom.
Cheng Zhirang’s Adam’s apple moved, responding softly with the same light tone, "Yes, I thought you’d like it."
This flat’s feature he was least satisfied with was precisely this; it was intended to serve as a guest room for visitors with children.
But who would have thought, just by chance, he’d meet someone seeking a little corner.
Sometimes perhaps you have to trust in fate?
Mu Qiu was genuinely pleased.
She was used to typing away in a corner, writing and drawing, and this little nook suited her perfectly!
She lifted her face, smiling genuinely for the first time today, saying to Cheng Zhirang, "Thank you, Brother Cheng! I really, really, really like it."
"If you like it, great, the rest will be delivered shortly; settle in comfortably, anything missing, most can be bought at the store downstairs, what you can’t find, message me."
"Heading to the studio? You should go, Sister Chen must be waiting anxiously."
"Yes, call me anytime."
"Got it."
In this budding romance, the two unequal partners speaking parting words seemed somewhat awkward.
The atmosphere felt less like love, more like avoiding rumors as if on a program.
"Come here."
Cheng Zhirang spoke somewhat helplessly to her.
Mu Qiu hesitated a little as she walked over.
"Why......"
Cheng Zhirang released the suitcase handle and hugged her.
Mu Qiu’s chin lightly bumped against his left chest, the fragrance of his dry soft clothing filled her nose, and she was full of surprise.
