I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 434: Li Yang Concert Theater

The day after Christmas is Li Yang’s first solo concert to thank his fans after going solo.

It’s pretty significant. Half a month in advance, he had already distributed front-row tickets to friends inside and outside the industry.

Especially the other five people from "Different Variety Show", each of them received two extra tickets.

He also gave tickets to some of the special guest stars who came on the show, like Su Yan. Whether they would come or not was another matter, as it was said that Su Yan was still on the path of chasing his wife.

When distributing the tickets, Guan Yu specifically asked him, noting that other singers often give a lot of tickets to industry seniors when they hold concerts. Why did he only give out two each?

Li Yang, not very articulate, still felt a bit nervous when others pressed him with questions, merely saying:

"I want to reserve more front-row spots for my fans."

It’s not easy for someone who’s come up being popular to still hold onto their initial intentions so steadfastly.

So, Mu Qiu and the others very carefully gave the extra ticket to their closest friend. For those without such a friend, they just went alone to the venue, allowing his fans more opportunities in the front row.

On the day of the concert, Mu Qiu had originally set an early alarm, intending to get up to help forward Li Yang’s concert video, to help create some buzz, and to give it one last promotion.

But just after the alarm sounded its first chime, it was turned off by the man lying behind her.

Cheng Zhirang took the phone to have a look; the alarm reminder read "Help Li Yang Forward".

He gently tucked the blanket around the sleeping person beside him, then sat up, opened her phone, logged onto Weibo, and helped forward Li Yang’s Weibo. While editing the text, he carefully referred to her usual style of posting.

After forwarding, without checking other messages, he put down the phone and gingerly got out of bed.

They didn’t have to be early and still had plenty of time for breakfast.

Last night’s beef patties, though tasty, made her feel a bit queasy after she ate a few more bites. She mumbled that her stomach wasn’t unwell, but she felt a bit uneasy in her heart and used that as an excuse to stick close to him.

Thinking her stomach might have been upset by the oil, he decided to make some vegetable porridge this morning, which might be easier on her system.

Porridge takes a long time to cook; slow simmering on a gentle heat makes it taste best. Once the rice grains started tumbling in the clay pot, Cheng Zhirang lowered the heat, washed his hands, and tiptoed back to the bedroom.

Mu Qiu was already awake but didn’t want to get out of bed, lying on her side watching him walk in.

"What delicious food did you make?" she asked with a voice still hazy from sleep.

"Vegetable porridge."

Mu Qiu let out an "ah", her tone somewhat disappointed.

"Is that all?"

Cheng Zhirang came closer, gently stroking her hair, and said, "There’s also sweet potatoes, corn, and your favorite pickles."

Mu Qiu directly stretched her hands out from beneath the blanket to wrap them around his neck, initiating a deeper kiss.

The cold air seeped in from all sides, and after only two seconds of kissing, she released him, shivering, and immediately retreated back under the covers.

Cheng Zhirang’s posture of holding her hadn’t changed. Her sudden withdrawal left him momentarily stunned.

Mu Qiu wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, exposing only her head as she blinked at him: "Cold."

"...You can get up now."

"I want a good morning kiss."

Cheng Zhirang raised an eyebrow: "Wasn’t that just now one of them?"

"That was my good morning kiss. I want your good morning kiss."

She always had a lot of quirky logic. Cheng Zhirang followed along, gently leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips.

The winter sun cast golden rays, and in the room, the tall, gentle man kissed his girl with a heart full of reverence.

...

After having Cheng Zhirang’s heartfelt breakfast, Mu Qiu indeed felt completely refreshed.

As they headed to Li Yang’s concert venue, a satisfied expression lingered on her face.

When they saw Guan Yu in the parking lot, there was a meaningful look on her face.

As if saying: Wow, Qiuqiu, it’s not enough to bring a god down from his altar; you even had to drag him early in the morning to do that.

Feigning composure and dignity, Mu Qiu acted as if she didn’t see her expression and waved to the car coming in behind: "Brother Huai!"

Shi Yuhuai got out of the car, hearing this voice, looked up at them, and then took off his mask and walked over.

"I’m not the last one."

Guan Yu: "...That director has already left such a deep psychological shadow on you, always making sure to come second to last."

"By the way, why isn’t Sister Shu Ran here yet?" Mu Qiu asked. "Last night, when she sent messages, she clearly agreed to arrive at this time."