I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 200: Lower Your Head, I’ll Show You

The noble man in an expensive suit was holding a woman dressed in a medieval costume with a red ribbon tied on her head. One in black and one in red, surprisingly harmonious.

It does feel a bit like a time-travel romance or something.

Mu Qiu hesitated for a moment, glanced at the door, and then slowly reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.

She had been eyeing this waist for a long time.

The quiet intimacy lasted for about two minutes before Mu Qiu spoke to him.

"Brother Cheng, you just came in like this..."

Cheng Zhirang sighed a little, patting her hair, "Don’t worry, the show team is very considerate."

Mu Qiu thought he meant that, after all, he had been in the entertainment industry for ten years, having a high status, and the show wouldn’t disrespect him.

Thinking this made sense, she nodded, relieved, her tone a bit more cheerful, "You really look particularly, particularly handsome in this outfit today."

"Really? The suit looks good?"

"It’s you who looks good."

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, "Thank you for the compliment, you also look particularly, particularly beautiful today."

Every time, she had to use two or three adverbs to express the sincerity of her words, and when he occasionally copied her, it felt different.

Mu Qiu tilted her head up, "Where do I look good?"

Cheng Zhirang pondered for two seconds, "Your eye makeup looks good, your lips look good, your hair looks good, and you especially look good in this costume. You’re very suited for this kind of medieval dress."

"Sister Guan Yu said I could enter the entertainment industry."

Cheng Zhirang frowned slightly, "Do you want to?"

She shook her head, "I don’t have the skills, nor do I want every meal or shopping trip to end up online."

And she didn’t want people saying, look, Cheng Zhirang had been dating Mu Qiu for ages and is paving the way for her to enter the entertainment industry.

She won’t give anyone a chance to use such ridiculous rumors to attack him.

Cheng Zhirang’s palm grasped one of her shoulders, the warm palm covering it, "You’re very rational in your thinking. The entertainment industry is not suited to your development; it’s too complex and it’s easy to be wronged."

"Is it the same for you?" Mu Qiu thought of the gossip Sister Guan Yu mentioned during the first episode and asked him, "Even though you became famous at eighteen, you would still feel wronged?"

"Yes."

Cheng Zhirang gave an example, "When I was twenty, I saw a show I liked a lot and wanted to play a supporting role in it. I thought that role was quite challenging. But they wouldn’t let me."

"The capital, the director, and the audience, including the other male actors auditioning, all thought I could only play the male lead, regardless of whether that role was good or not. If I played other roles, I would overshadow others and the audience wouldn’t accept it."

Mu Qiu, still holding his waist, slowly stroked the textured suit back a couple of times, "And then? Did you go play the male lead?"

"No, I gave up on that show."

Mu Qiu pursed her lips, her hand sliding up to barely reach below his shoulder blade, giving it a pat.

"There, there." Baby, don’t cry.

Cheng Zhirang curved his lips, wrapping his arm around her side waist, then suddenly pausing.

"What’s on your waist?"

He held her right waist and let her step aside a bit, looking down at something hard he just touched.

Mu Qiu dazedly uttered an ’ah’, then realized and her eyes lit up, gesturing him over, "Bow your head, I’ll show you!"

Cheng Zhirang hesitated but bent down to look at where she was pointing.

She untied the tightly tied white belt, then made as if to pull open the layer of white crossover dress,

Cheng Zhirang reflexively stood up straight, turned his head to the side.

"You have something hidden in your clothes?"

Mu Qiu found his gentlemanliness probably etched in his bones, pulling open the clothes to take something out, she laughed, "Yes, want to open your eyes and take a look?"

Cheng Zhirang: "Fasten your clothes."

She dragged out the words, "Fastened—"

Only then did he turn back, his gaze falling on the item in her hands.

"...You brought a tablet?" He was a bit dumbfounded.

"Didn’t expect that, right? I always felt it might come in handy."

"Handy for what?" he asked, "And besides, it’s not connected to the internet."

"When I hitched a ride on Sister Guan Yu’s small tricycle to come in, I saw it. There are quite a few people living in the ancient city, surely some family wouldn’t mind letting us use their Wi-Fi, right?"

The wind was almost blowing away her scalp and face, yet she still diligently observed the terrain, truly touched by herself.

"...Makes sense."

After showing him, Mu Qiu hid the tablet back behind the clothes again, because it was covered by two layers of fabric, placed so snugly against her body, it was hard to notice from the outside.

Fixing the crossover neatly, she picked up the belt from behind, reaching to the front, but with too much movement, the front neckline opened again, needing restructuring.

Cheng Zhirang watched her patiently adjust it the second time, asking, "Do you need help?"

Mu Qiu paused, envisioning him closely behind her, his hands reaching around her waist... she decisively handed over the belt.

"I do need your assistance."

Cheng Zhirang, having acted in several period dramas, was fairly familiar with tying a belt, having her hold the collar as he pulled the belt through her red outer garment, wrapping it around twice.

Wrapping once, one hand held the side waist’s length, fingers brushing against the soft part of her waist.

Mu Qiu looked forward, thinking she should take a deep breath, suck in her belly, and lift her buttocks at this moment.

Once done, the belt ends met above her abdomen, Cheng Zhirang lowered his head, attentively tying it, long fingers wrapping and pulling lightly to make a secure knot.

"Done."

"Brother Cheng was just so handsome."

Cheng Zhirang returned a helpless but indulgent gaze.

Chatting for a while, their break time was about over. Laughter from Guan Yu and Li Yang was already coming through from outside.

Mu Qiu urged Cheng Zhirang to leave first, fearing they’d be the last ones out and everyone would be staring, which might lead to someone spilling the beans.

Cooperatively, Cheng Zhirang nodded, "Alright, I’ll head out first."

Though he didn’t know why she always treated their meetings as secret trysts, in reality, he had informed the production crew, no one would be watching there.

But her caution led to her relaxing later, freeing her from worry, which was good. He was willing to go along.

They both sneaked ... no, accurately, only Mu Qiu sneaked, looking around at a few resting rooms further away that seemed empty, she then trotted away, lifting her skirt.

Shu Ran had already changed into little white shoes, which didn’t look too jarring with the cheongsam, but Li Yang was rather conspicuous.

He had tied up the front bangs of his golden flashy wig into a pompom on his head, bouncing along with his laughter.

Guan Yu couldn’t stop laughing at him, quickly asking the cameraman to point the camera at him.

Mu Qiu silently slipped into the queue, conveniently standing right next to Shi Yuhuai.

Shi Yuhuai from the corner of his eye noticed someone joining in beside him, looking down at her,

"Why are you sneaking around?"

"...It’s called walking with light steps!"