Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 595 - 314 Don’t Leave Tonight_2

Chapter 595: Chapter 314: Don’t Leave Tonight_2 Chapter 595 -314: Don’t Leave Tonight_2 Since he didn’t need to rely on it to make money, there was no need to show his face at all.

On the other hand, Xu Qingyan knew that his image was not exactly shining.

The things he’d probably be doing in the future wouldn’t be too glorious either, and if they got exposed, it would only make matters worse.

He could even imagine the top trending search at that time, #ScumManxxx#, #CheatingWithTwoFeetOnTwoBoatsSliceHimToPieces#.

Just the thought of it was intimidating enough to guarantee an eventual crash.

If he didn’t expose himself to the public, at the end of the day, it was still an issue of personal feelings.

If thrust into the spotlight, swirled by traffic, utilized by those with ulterior motives.

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Feelings were not indestructible armor; sooner or later they would be battered into fragments by all sorts of monsters and demons.

He hadn’t reached that step yet, but had already prepared in advance.

It had begun to show some effectiveness – at least he could go shopping without having to go to great lengths to disguise himself.

If the supermarket wasn’t too crowded, he didn’t even need to wear a mask.

Pei Muchan had merely seen that there were too many people and the scene was somewhat chaotic, which is why she had dug out a mask from her bag.

Everyone had their own way of living.

At least subconsciously, Xu Qingyan’s choices matched perfectly with Pei Muchan’s peaceful, salted fish-like existence.

In the vegetable section, Pei Muchan was scrutinizing the select tomatoes.

Xu Qingyan saw her pick up one and set it down, seemingly serious about choosing but actually looking clueless.

Standing next to her with a shopping cart for a while, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat amused.

“If you can’t cook, why are you buying groceries?”

Pei Muchan gave him a glance, “Can’t I learn?”

“Oh, tomato and egg stir-fry,” Xu Qingyan leaned in slightly and guided her hand toward the pile of tomatoes, “The ones with more leaves on the top, six or seven leaves, those are the good ones.”

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Pei Muchan blinked and glanced at him.

“Really?”

“Of course, it’s true.

Why would I lie to you?” Xu Qingyan felt somewhat amused.

Talking to her about music and work might not spark her interest.

But discussing these life hacks seemed to make her eyes shine, as if she had discovered a new world.

Buying too many vegetables could lead to waste, so under Xu Qingyan’s suggestion, Pei Muchan bought beef and tomatoes, a few eggs, and some green vegetables.

Having bought the groceries, it would be a waste not to use them.

The two of them decided to head back to Pei Muchan’s place, the house in the Jiangpan Residential Area.

The other spacious, luxurious flat had always been empty, with no one living in it.

For the two of them in their current state, the house wasn’t really a point of concern.

The black Audi slowly drove into the underground garage of the Jiangpan Residential Area, the two of them carrying a pile of bags upstairs like a couple.

It was so heavy they had to use a small cart and take two trips.

It wasn’t until all the shopping bags had been brought upstairs that they both leaned back on the sofa and sighed in relief.

“Bought a little too much,” she said.

“Yes, it was a bit heavy, but it’s okay,” Xu Qingyan got up, rolling up non-existent sleeves, “I’ll cook, you take a rest.”

“I’ll help you,” Pei Muchan stood up.

Xu Qingyan saw her insistence and couldn’t be bothered to persuade her out of it, so they both went into the kitchen together.

Luckily, the kitchen was big enough and although Pei Muchan rarely cooked, she did hire a cleaning service for regular maintenance.

“You peel the garlic and wash some vegetables,” Xu Qingyan said, as he was handling the beef on the other side.

Both of them finished their tasks at the same time, and then came heating up the wok and oil.

Preparing two or three home-cooked dishes was not too troublesome: pan-fried beef, tomato and egg stir-fry, and poached choy sum.

Xu Qingyan worked quickly and Pei Muchan didn’t leave, seemingly not too averse to the kitchen fumes.

She watched the flames curiously and then glanced at Xu Qingyan.

Her gaze was slightly unnatural, not knowing what she was thinking.

At the dining table, Xu Qingyan had little appetite.

“It’s really good, why aren’t you eating?” asked Pei Muchan, holding her bowl.

The so-called ‘really good’ food wouldn’t be more than one bowlful for her.

“I’ll eat in a bit, cooking and smelling the fumes kills the appetite,” Xu Qingyan took a sip of his Coke.

Pei Muchan’s fridge usually didn’t contain high-calorie drinks like Coke.

During a period when Xu Qingyan was coming over often, suddenly a section of the fridge was dedicated to Coke and beer.

He had, of course, noticed this change and didn’t react much to it.

If it were in the past, he would not have come over to cook.

At that time, the relationship hadn’t progressed to such a point where making a few home-cooked dishes together meant anything.

Now, a year later, cooking had become a spontaneous act.

It wasn’t necessarily better than what was available outside; he simply felt like doing it and so he did.

Neither Pei Muchan nor Xu Qingyan thought it was anything out of the ordinary.

After the meal, Pei Muchan put on gloves and washed the dishes.

The pair sat together watching TV and playing with their phones, the balcony curtains were not drawn, and they could see the brightly lit high-rises across from the Jiangpan Residential Area.

In the huge TV screen in the living room was the currently most popular variety show, “Tales of the Peach Blossom Spring Life,” where an actress with a “pure and innocent” persona was clumsily cooking.

Xu Qingyan laughed and said, “Like you, but not as pretty as you.”

Pei Muchan gave him a glance and stood up.

“I’m going to grab something to drink.”

Xu Qingyan also wanted to go and was just about to get up when Pei Muchan stopped him.

“Don’t move, I’ll get it for you!”

“Oh, I want a cola.” Xu Qingyan felt she was being a bit nonsensical, but he still sat back down.

He still had to drive back later, so he could only drink cola.

Three minutes later, a can of beer was thrown into Xu Qingyan’s lap.

????

Is this bloody cola?

Xu Qingyan stared at the can of “beer” in his hands, deep in thought, then raised his head to look at Pei Muchan.

She was also holding a can of beer that was already opened.

The chilled surface of the can had gathered quite a few droplets, with vapor swirling around the opening.

Pei Muchan’s gaze was a bit unnatural, she dodged subconsciously and pretended to be calm as she said,

“There’s only…..

this left in the fridge.”

Xu Qingyan’s eyelids twitched; drinking would mean he couldn’t drive.

Drinking and driving don’t mix, and those who don’t follow the rules end up with a “dump truck” package.

Only a few are reborn or traverse to other worlds.

“So, do I drink or not?”

“Up to you.” Pei Muchan sat back down and threw out a sentence before continuing to watch TV.

After a moment’s thought, Xu Qingyan still opened the beer.

Drinking beer meant no driving, but it wasn’t specified that he couldn’t “drive” indoors.

Gulping down this potion would grant him the privilege of not going home for the night.

Glug, glug, half a can went down in one gulp.

The crisp beer landed in his stomach, thankfully he was young.

In this late autumn weather, drinking cold beer could be challenging, but beer wasn’t worth drinking if it wasn’t chilled.

Amid his random thoughts, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

“Cheers?” He raised his can of beer and asked.

“Yeah.” Sitting on the sofa, Pei Muchan touched her can to his across the gap of one seat.

“This variety show seems mediocre, too fake.” Taking the opportunity of toasting, Xu Qingyan moved next to Pei Muchan.

Now they were sitting side by side.

There was a remote control for the light behind the sofa, and Xu Qingyan, pretending to reach for it, clicked a few times and the living room lights dimmed.

Based on past experiences, Pei Muchan was shy, and it was hard to even kiss with the lights on.

Let alone doing anything else, releasing stress was completely out of the question.

In the midst of their talk, his hand landed on Pei Muchan’s leg.

Her eyelid twitched slightly, and she pursed her lips, ultimately deciding to take a sip of beer and turn a blind eye.

It wasn’t the first time after all; this man loved legs as much as breasts, as if there wasn’t a single spot on her he didn’t like.

The glow of the TV fell across the living room, the corner of the sofa.

Xu Qingyan’s hand, across the fabric of her trousers, slowly caressed Pei Muchan’s leg, as if moving unconsciously.

“Still angry?” he asked.

“Angry about what?” Pei Muchan wouldn’t admit it.

Xu Qingyan did not expect to get an answer, reached out and encircled Pei Muchan’s slender waist, his fingers restlessly exploring.

“I’m a bit curious about what the beer in your hand tastes like.”

“How could it taste, it’s not the same as…..” Pei Muchan hadn’t finished speaking when he suddenly pressed her into a corner of the sofa, pausing only for a moment before slowly leaning down towards her.

In the tranquil living room, the lights dimmed, the variety show on TV continued with its exaggerated canned laughter.

Two cans of beer sat on the glass coffee table, closely side by side.

In the dark, only the sounds of light, incessant kisses remained, water glistening.