I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 82: Ready to Burst into Tears

Mu Qiu is just daydreaming.

After talking for just a bit, she got sleepy, and her eyelids started to droop until she fell asleep. When she woke up naturally, it was already daytime, and the person in the ward was long gone, replaced by a female nurse.

The nurse was all business, efficiently removing her IV drip and then leaving, leaving Mu Qiu yawning alone on the hospital bed.

She let out a long yawn with her mouth wide open and eyes closed, tears of physiology seeping out from the corners of her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, Cheng Zhirang stood at the door holding something, as if considering whether to come in or leave.

Cheng Zhirang thought she was preparing to bawl her eyes out.

Having spent a lot of time recently with Chengcheng, he recognized that it was the same preparatory stance Chengcheng took when on the verge of an uncontrolled cry—mouth open, eyes closed, corners of the mouth slightly turned down, ready to burst into tears at any second, with Assistant Wen helplessly trying to console him.

But he didn’t expect that such an older girl like Mu Qiu would cry out loud just because no one was there to accompany her.

He courteously considered stepping out, but Mu Qiu had already opened her eyes and seen him, voice hoarse as she stopped him.

"Brother Cheng? You haven’t left yet?"

Cheng Zhirang could only go in, placing the breakfast that Assistant Wen had purchased on the nearby table, his eyes involuntarily lingering on the corner of her eyes for a moment.

They were red again, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

She wasn’t going to find another excuse about being touched by a story plot, was she?

He waited for half a minute.

Mu Qiu suddenly felt a bit uneasy, thought she was alone and had yawned recklessly as if at home, likely not a good display of posture and manners.

Cheng Zhirang, on the other hand, was a very polite gentleman, and not paying attention to her etiquette in front of such a person, she felt everything she did seemed wrong.

"Brother Cheng, what did you buy?"

"Breakfast, bought by Assistant Wen." Cheng Zhirang nonchalantly shifted his gaze, nodding to himself internally; although she didn’t make up random excuses like Chengcheng, she obviously felt uneasy. At least she’s much older than Chengcheng, knowing it’s not good to lie.

Mu Qiu had no idea what he was thinking, completely ignoring Assistant Wen in his words, pretending the kindhearted breakfast was personally bought by him.

She carefully glanced at the breakfast, and then asked, "Can I eat it?"

Cheng Zhirang nodded, "Of course, it was bought for you in the first place."

He unbuttoned his cuffs, then unpacked the breakfast and handed her a disposable spoon.

Mu Qiu took it and asked him, "Have you eaten?"

"I have." It was sent by someone from the Half Mountain Villa at Sister Chen’s call, worried that breakfast might cause problems or make him feel uncomfortable affecting his health.

Although Sister Chen hadn’t been in sync recently, for his life’s safety, she always put such matters first, disagreeing with him randomly eating outside food as incidents of stalkers or rivals putting nasty substances in food or clothing were not unheard of in the entertainment industry, if not quite common.

Hearing that he had already eaten, Mu Qiu felt a bit relieved, and took the pumpkin millet porridge, bearing her sore throat to drink it slowly.

The male idol was right beside her, accompanying her to drink porridge—this was something someone like Zhao Yu wouldn’t even dare dream of.

Mu Qiu felt a bit indigested.

The silence in the ward made her uncomfortable; after a few sips, she couldn’t help but ask, "Brother Cheng, being here with me, won’t there be paparazzi..."

To sneak a photo of a couple’s blissful life.

Cheng Zhirang still sat on the chair from last night, "No."

He had no intention to explain further and Mu Qiu sensed he was waiting for her to finish her meal.

Silent during meals, talk after meals, the gentleman was this strict?

She hurried through, finishing the small bowl of pumpkin millet porridge, wiped her mouth and drank water, finishing all the actions before speaking again.

"I’m done eating. Brother Cheng, thank you."

"It was bought by Assistant Wen."

"Still, I can only thank you. Thank you for happening to drop by Sister Chen’s house yesterday, for bringing me to the hospital, for the breakfast."

Cheng Zhirang accepted her thanks, helped tidy up the breakfast box, and seemed ready to really leave.

Mu Qiu had nothing to keep him from staying, so she watched his actions and, even when he turned around, boldly stared at his ear, side profile, and back of his head, intensely observing, carving it into memory.

Being in front of cameras for ten years, Cheng Zhirang was sensitive to such burning gazes. However, probably accustomed to her previous behavior, her boldness didn’t faze him much.

At the door, Cheng Zhirang turned back to ask her a question.

"When you realized something was wrong yesterday, did you call someone first or open the door?"

Mu Qiu paused, knowing what he was asking about. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She remained silent for a while, then answered in a soft voice, "Both."

"Why?"

"Who to call? If the person didn’t pick up right away and I couldn’t hold on any longer, I would’ve collapsed at home unnoticed. In today’s societal interactions, not everyone would assume something’s wrong if you don’t answer texts or calls. And opening the door, knowing your manager lived next door, I knew whether you or Sister Chen found me, you’d save me."

She tilted her head, meeting Cheng Zhirang’s eyes, "I had to bet on another chance."

Cheng Zhirang pursed his lips, his heart inexplicably filled with an indescribable feeling.

But he didn’t say anything, simply advising her, "Well, get some rest, I’ll head out first."

Mu Qiu curled her legs under the striped blanket, appearing like a small bundle, nodded at him with small movements.

Cheng Zhirang gave her one last look before exiting the door.

——

After Cheng Zhirang left, Mu Qiu didn’t stay long; she handled the discharge procedures and left too. She transferred the hospitalization fees to Cheng Zhirang and then went out to buy some things suitable for sick children, intending to bring them to Chen Song’s home.

Her face was still a bit pale, but she couldn’t wait to resolve the matter.

Feeling indebted to people isn’t something measurable; someone helped her; she might not have the opportunity to return the favor later, leaving her always feeling indebted, an uncomfortable sensation.

Highly uncomfortable.

Cheng Zhirang accepted the money she transferred since they hadn’t discussed how much was spent, though she had asked at the hospital front desk before transferring. Without commenting on whether it was more or less, he accepted it without saying another word.

Mu Qiu returned home, sat in the living room in a daze for a long time, then transferred ten thousand yuan to her parents.

[Take care of yourselves.]

Not long after the money was sent, a message came back from the other side.

[Why are you transferring money again?]

After sending it, they probably felt the tone wasn’t good and followed up with another message.

[You don’t even earn enough for yourself; take care of yourself first. Your dad and I still have money.]

Such a conversation made her recent action lose its flavor. Mu Qiu suddenly didn’t know why she sent them money just now.

[Just accept it; I’m busy now.]

The conversation ended there, Mu Qiu tossed aside her phone, lay on the sofa, gazing at the ceiling light in a daze.