I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 167: You’re So Young, How Can You Sleep?
After reading the comments on the screen and planning to sneak away quietly, the phone suddenly dinged twice.
Assistant Wen was startled, turned around and looked at him with a ghostly gaze, and at his vibrating phone.
Let him see who sent the message with a long note!
The message was from Mu Qiu, but it was no longer a long note. Cheng Zhirang opened the dialog box.
[Mu Qiu: Brother Cheng, I’ve thought it over again, and we can’t talk about what happened today!]
[Mu Qiu: If people find out that your stalker broke into my house and damaged my stuff, more strangers will sympathize with me, and their impression of you and Cheng Zhi will not be good. So we can’t say anything.]
Cheng Zhirang read word by word and chuckled softly.
[All for this?]
[Mu Qiu: For you.]
Looking at those bold three words shining brightly, Cheng Zhirang rubbed his fingers on the back of the phone a few times and replied with one word.
[Okay.]
Assistant Wen watched his mouth curve slightly as he replied, feeling a chill in his heart.
From now on, this balding young man had to start monitoring the storm that his boss’s love life would bring.
Better order a wig first.
Cheng Zhirang didn’t know what Assistant Wen was thinking, and he didn’t really want to know either. He replied to Mu Qiu and then turned around with his phone and left.
Assistant Wen watched his back, as if looking at a heartless person. Just as that tall, upright figure walked into the elevator, Cheng Zhirang coming out from the meeting room, Chen Song stood at the door, calling him coldly.
"Did he take away your thoughts? Why are you so reluctant?! Don’t you know there’s work to be done?! Isn’t there a need to monitor Weibo?!"
Assistant Wen shivered, quickly came out of his "melancholy" mood, and nervously dived into work.
Meanwhile.
All the daily necessities were already in place, and after tidying up for a while, it was already evening.
Mu Qiu nestled into that recessed little corner, with her phone, pen, and post-its by her side. She curled her legs up and rested her chin on the back of her hands, eyes losing focus in a daze.
After calming down and thinking it over, she felt like she was quite the daring woman two hours ago, venturing courageously.
Plus, how did Cheng Zhirang just agree? Was it because he already had feelings for her, or did he find it hard to refuse the pursuit of a young and pretty (hehe) girl?
Doesn’t seem like it. Cheng Zhirang is thirty years old, he’s been through enough temptation, mature and rational, he wouldn’t compromise himself just because he can’t reject someone.
So why exactly?
Why would such a high-status entertainment industry star be so easily with her, a mere nobody?
She didn’t have an impressive background, couldn’t compete with top-tier female celebrities in terms of looks, and even violently attacked someone before boldly asking him out.
Mu Qiu emptied her mind and thought for a moment, feeling like she might be a little out of her mind.
Beforehand, she was longing several times over, imagining countless times in dreams him smiling and nodding at her saying yes. But after getting it, she started falling into self-doubt and unease.
Since it’s already in hand, there’s no point discussing the past. She should be considering post-acquisition matters now.
She clicked her tongue and picked up her phone to unlock it.
Going on Weibo would just annoy her more, so she entered the reader’s group chat.
The group was lively every day, especially Sunday nights, as most readers were students who had to return to school on Monday, they seized this last moment of revelry precisely.
Check-ins and morning, noon, afternoon, and evening greetings, sliding upwards revealed a string of greetings.
There was also talk of today’s gossip.
Mu Qiu "jumped in" and said something.
[Good night.]
The responses in the group suddenly skyrocketed, one after another jumped up so fast she almost couldn’t keep up.
[Good night? Why are you sleeping when you’re so young and not yet striving?]
[Caught a wild author!]
[The person in question is here!!!]
[Author, do you mean to write after saying goodnight? Okay, I understand.]
[Don’t work too hard, you’re still on a show, and there’re rumors going around. Be careful with your writing, 8,000 words a day is enough.]
[Did you all eat your phones to type so fast?]
[Since everyone is showing off, all I can say is you’re all amazing.]
[Whoa whoa, finished a day’s worth of homework just to find Mu Qiuqiu and Brother Mei Yan trending! You’re doing great, author!]
[Did you write? Update? New story? Romance?]
[Get a sack and catch her! She’s about to run!]
[I’m skipping night shift! (Just kidding)]
[I’m blocking this group’s door, won’t let her slip away, everyone rest assured]
[If she runs, let’s @ her back together]
[Did my little cutie suddenly appear.jpg]
Scrolling too fast, Mu Qiu tried several times to scroll up and re-read the messages but failed. When the new message count showed over 99+, she barely managed to finish the old messages.
[...Didn’t everyone say good night?]
[Good night means I’m off-duty]
[Good night means I’m going to lie down somewhere and start reading novels or browsing Weibo]
[I just knew you’d come today]
[Today’s trending topics probably fulfilled your long-time dreams]
[Don’t say that, I opened Weibo and immediately saw Cheng Zhirang’s fans cursing the author]
[Hope your leg is fine from yesterday? I saw it hit the steps]
[There’s always these unfounded, bizarre rumors in the entertainment circle. I just never thought they’d involve the author I follow]
[Honestly, I like Cheng Zhirang, he’s so attractive, but his fans’ words really upset me today!]
[Author, did you run away again?]
Mu Qiu: [I didn’t!]
Mu Qiu: [Today’s events are very complex, not something we can interfere with, everyone calm down and don’t let anyone use you.]
[Does that mean... someone’s targeting Cheng Zhirang?]
[Totally normal, unless you live at his place, you can’t know an entertainer’s true self. Someone lifts them up, someone’s trying to drag them down.]
[There are even people targeting Mu Qiuqiu, lots of second and third-line female celebrities’ fans saying sour things in the bullet comments every day]
[Let’s not talk about it anymore or the author will run again. How about discussing today’s program——did you write?]
Mu Qiu: [...All my passion wasted]
[Hahahahaha you promised an extra, and starting a new story before!]
[Author, except on weekends, isn’t it boring from Monday to Friday?]
Mu Qiu cautiously: [Not really boring, I’m actually very busy, busy to the point of balding]
[If you’re lying, you’ll end up on shows with Shu Ran every time]
[If you’re lying, your shopping bags for personal items will always rip]
[If you’re lying, you’ll never feel full after meals]
[Hurry and move, I can see your residential block from the leaked videos]
Mu Qiu: [Yes, busy moving]
[If you lie, your future romance writing will be filled with nothing but driving scenes~]
[Whoa sister, love this curse]
[Such a cruel punishment hahahahaha]
[Come, let the car wheels roll mercilessly over my face!]
