I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 171: You Are My Male Lead

Mu Qiu’s gaze lowered, landing on that beautiful hand on the iron-gray sofa.

Then slowly, slowly, her own hand slid over and grasped one of his fingers.

Cheng Zhirang watched her actions all along, a smile hung on his lips, and when she grabbed his ring finger, he flipped his hand and held hers firmly.

Mu Qiu paused for a moment and looked up.

"Do you think my hand is beautiful?" he asked gently.

Mu Qiu nodded, not bashful at all, her hand still held down on the sofa, she started to shower compliments again.

"Clean, slender, distinct knuckles, fair, it’s practically the hand of a leading man."

"A leading man?" To a thirty-year-old man who barely reads novels outside of scripts, this was a novel concept, "What else does a leading man require?"

Upon this, Mu Qiu perked up.

"A face that defies the heavens, an awesome physique, high IQ, preferably with a cool demeanor towards others, like a High Peak Snow, occasionally a bit cunning."

Cheng Zhirang: "Then you’re not talking about me, the one who matches these criteria should be, Su Yan, right?"

Su Yan?

Mu Qiu almost forgot about that High Peak Snow itself.

But that’s not the point, she moved a bit closer and earnestly consoled him: "What I just mentioned was someone else’s leading man, but for me, you are the essential leading man, good looks, good build, good voice, and gentle, very fine."

Cheng Zhirang lightly rubbed her hand and said helplessly:

"Do you praise everyone like this?"

"How could that be, I only praise you like this."

"Then what kind of character would someone like me be in someone else’s writing?"

"Ah... Do you really want to know?"

She didn’t mean to say that, but now that she did, he got more interested and wanted to know even more.

"I want to know, tell me?"

Mu Qiu organized her thoughts, simplifying, "Generally, someone who isn’t inferior to the main character in all aspects but is more gentle and accommodating, would be the sought-after, regret-inducing second male lead."

"And would have emotional ties with the female lead, but ultimately isn’t as important as the main character in her heart?"

"Yes. Brother Cheng, have you ever played such a role?"

Cheng Zhirang thought about it, nodded slightly, "I played such a role once when I first debuted, but it wasn’t because the main character overshadowed him, rather it was because the character himself didn’t have romantic feelings towards the female lead, it was one-sided on her part."

"Oh—Bai Yueguang."

"Bai Yueguang?" Cheng Zhirang curiously looked at her, "Is that what you call such characters?"

"Yes, an object of unrequited love is called Bai Yueguang."

Throughout history, many stories bring out Bai Yueguang to create dramatic plots.

Cheng Zhirang pondered as if he had learned something new today.

"Your profession is interesting, do authors have a dedicated terminology?"

"It’s not my profession that’s interesting, it’s that I’m interesting."

"... Yes, you are interesting."

He lifted the corners of his lips, revealing an upgraded semi-permanent smile.

There are many shared topics between an actor and an author, and the low voices of their conversation continued to fill the spacious apartment.

When the conversation reached a high point, Cheng Zhirang looked at the large box in the kitchen and asked her.

"Do you like the stuff that was sent over?"

Their hands never let go, their bodies were getting closer, Mu Qiu had already nestled beside him, cozied into his shoulder under his coaxing like coaxing a child.

When he spoke, his Adam’s apple moved, and Mu Qiu stared at it unconsciously nodding.

"I like it. Where did you collect these from?"

In the box were things she previously added to that home, items she loved using, but the original versions were all destroyed by that girl.

She never expected that he would buy them all back for her, just like before.

Cheng Zhirang pinched the back of her hand, and whisperingly said: "Seeing that you seemed to really like those things, I was afraid you would cry if they were gone."

"...???"

"Why would I cry? I’m an adult, would I cry over broken plates?"

What kind of peculiar impression did he have of her?

She was just about to sit up straight and argue a little, but Cheng Zhirang looked down at her with a smile.

Being looked at with such beautiful eyes, she didn’t even need a pat, and she naturally lay back down.

"Anyway, I wouldn’t cry."

"Yes, you wouldn’t cry. But when you’re wronged, your eyes turn red, and I thought you cried."

"Did they?"

"Yes." When they turn red, they look very pretty.

Mu Qiu widened her eyes and looked up at him, their eyes met, one pair enchanting and gentle, the other clear and pure, and the atmosphere heated up.

——

Of course, nothing happened between them, don’t overthink it.

The reason Cheng Zhirang came to accompany Mu Qiu was that the online controversy had worsened, and he feared she might be upset by reading the online comments.

Seeing that her mood was relatively alright, he was relieved.

"Don’t read the online posts, many netizens just echo others without reason."

"I know, have they dug up my information? What if they disturb my parents?"

"Don’t worry, I’ve had the posts taken down, but it’s best if your family and friends are cautious too, and avoid sharing their opinions online for now. This situation will pass."

"Why will it pass after some time?"

"There are so many scandals in the entertainment industry every day, public attention will quickly be diverted. Plus, the studio is always monitoring the direction of public opinion, it won’t let it worsen."

"It’s only the second day, there’s a possibility it might worsen, right?"

"Perhaps, and maybe this will drag others down too."

"What do you mean?"

"Li Yang. On the program he almost let you fall, some might use this as a story angle."

"Scold him or me?"

"Maybe it will start with him, but eventually, it will turn to you, just like the tactics used against me."

"Am I just to wait to be scolded? Don’t they have basic morals and sense? Victim-blaming is their logic?"

"Sometimes the entertainment world blurs right and wrong. But don’t worry, I will handle it, you don’t have to read their evaluations, those are just sensationalized nonsense."

"Got it."

The two changed positions, sitting on the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight "filtered" through the glass streamed in, Mu Qiu lazily leaned on Cheng Zhirang’s shoulder, his gentle patting on her back gradually lulling her into a daze.

"Feel like sleeping?"

Mu Qiu shook her head, blinked her eyes, and lazily asked him with her eyes closed: "Does Sister Chen know you came over?"

"She’s just my manager, not my personal assistant."

"Then does Assistant Wen know?"

"No."

"If we get caught in photos..."

"It won’t happen, the security here at Yishan is tight, if any paparazzi got in, the company would have to compensate."

"Oh... Brother Cheng, when are you leaving?"

Cheng Zhirang’s voice softened, so gentle it could drown someone.

"Before dinner."

"Brother Cheng, why did you agree to this yesterday?"

"Because, I think I was already moved before."