I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 504 - 503: You’re Really Beautiful

Fate is so wondrous, it made her notice Cheng Zhirang in this program.

So saying she’s here for love starting from a few episodes ago isn’t wrong, because she really did fall in love.

She acted so calmly that Shu Ran and Guan Yu didn’t have anything to say. The topic shifted back to Li Yang.

"When is your concert?"

Li Yang: "Next month."

"Can you invite us?"

"Of course, if you have friends who want to come, they can come too. I’ll get you some tickets."

Speaking of friends and concert tickets...

Mu Qiu raised her head and secretly asked Li Yang, "Do you know when Su Yan’s concert is?"

Li Yang was shocked: "Oh, you like Brother Yan?!"

"Shut up!" She quickly slapped him, glanced over at Cheng Zhirang, and whispered, "It’s a friend of mine who likes him!"

"We get it," Guan Yu leaned over, "Everyone has that one friend."

"...I really do have a friend who’s a major fan of Su Yan. She’s his die-hard fan."

"So you’re a die-hard fan too? Didn’t see that coming."

...Forget it, Mu Qiu decided to give up on getting benefits for Zhao Yu and continued eating quietly.

The talking at the table never stopped. Mu Qiu followed the principle that being too hungry means not eating too much at once, so she only ate a little and kept drinking the soup Cheng Zhirang served, while looking at her phone.

Zhao Yu had already called her over ten times, and her unread messages on social media were at 99+.

Since changing clothes earlier, she had been thinking about how to explain the plagiarism issue all at once. She thought it over and replied to Zhao Yu first.

[If it’s not copying, then it’s not copying. I’m pretty calm about it, no need to worry.]

[Zhao Yu: Was worried before, but now I think, why should the eunuch be worried when the Empress isn’t?]

[...]

[Zhao Yu: You’re probably publicly dating, right? Goodbye, I’ll never bother you again.]

[Zhao Yu: Let me fight this battle alone, I’ll charge some data fees to help you clear the rumors/Forget it, don’t worry about my life or death.jpg]

[I’m actively finding out about Su Yan’s concert and other things for you.]

[Zhao Yu: muamuamua love you, Mu Qiu! Mu Qiu, you’re the best! Mu Qiu, you’re the most beautiful! You’re the world’s most beautiful!]

[I can’t handle such praise. But if you insist, I’ll just have to accept it with a smile.]

[Zhao Yu: I hope you stay practical. Quickly go fall in love.]

Just as she was about to reply, Shu Ran, who was arguing with someone, cued her.

"Mu Qiu! Tell me, does my lipstick look good today?"

Mu Qiu didn’t raise her head, abandoned Zhao Yu, and opened another chat box, while replying perfunctorily, "It’s good, looks great."

"You didn’t even look!"

"No need to look, Sister Shu Ran, you’re naturally beautiful, whatever lipstick you put on will look great."

Shu Ran was stunned.

Even though she hadn’t even looked before saying all that... who wouldn’t like such praise?!

Shu Ran pretended to tuck her hair behind her ear and looked at Shi Yuhuai and Guan Yu: "Did you hear that?"

"Born beautiful, any lipstick suits me."

Shi Yuhuai: "But your lips..."

Shu Ran put down her chopsticks: "No buts!"

The shock caused Mu Qiu’s hand to tremble, sending out a startling emoji.

Big-mouth doll just wants a kiss, okay.jpg

Then she looked at the chat partner: Qing Rong.

Oh, quickly recall it.

[Qing Rong: I guessed you’d want to recall it, but I already saw it.]

[Qing Rong: I can arrange for my leading man to kiss your leading lady.]

Mu Qiu felt a bit awkward.

[No need, my leading lady already has her leading man.]

[Qing Rong: That’s a shame. Was hoping for a dreamy crossover.]

[Qing Rong: This issue shouldn’t be too big, but because of other rumors involving you, it might escalate widely.]

[Thank you really so much for this.]

Halfway through typing, Mu Qiu paused to think.

She initially wanted to say thanks for being the first to stand up for her, jokingly asking, "Without examining, aren’t you afraid it’ll affect you if it turns out I did plagiarize?"

But then she thought, saying it that way might sound a bit ambiguous.

So she deleted and edited before writing another sentence.

[Qing Rong the Great lives up to being the enthusiastic prince of the writer world, surfing expert.]

[Qing Rong: Enthusiastic prince, hardly. I’m not that considerate.]

[Qing Rong: Remember the girl writing campus white novels who attended the author meeting last time?]

Writing campus white novels...

[You mean the girl in the pink Lolita dress?]

[She had involvement in this matter?]

[Qing Rong: Smart.]

[Qing Rong: Sometimes the hostility from girls seems inexplicable, right? She’s jealous of you.]

[That’s incorrect. It’s not ’girl’s hostility’. It’s not because she’s a girl that the hostility seems random.]

[She just wants to be friends with you/Tsk tsk tsk.jpg]

[Qing Rong: Friendship isn’t like shopping, you can’t just take whatever you want.]

[Qing Rong: Not everyone can be my friend either.]

[Qing Rong the Great is so proud.]

"What are you doing? Hugging your phone instead of eating?"

Guan Yu leaned over to ask, staring directly at her without glancing at her phone screen.

Mu Qiu gave a sound, "Oh," "I’m thanking friends for helping me clear rumors one by one."

"Have you sought Brother Cheng’s help on this?" Guan Yu asked in a lower voice.

"No," she responded routinely, "but his studio helped voluntarily."

"His agent, Chen Song, is famous for public relations skills, though she hasn’t been in good shape recently. Her own rumors have been flying everywhere lately."

This news was quite novel. Mu Qiu turned off her screen and curiously asked, "What rumors?"

"Netizens summarized it aptly as—The entangled showbiz wife running away with a baby of Agent and Idol. But it’s just baseless gossip."

"..." What the heck.

She felt three black lines down her forehead.

"You mean Chengcheng is the child of Sister Chen and an idol? There aren’t many idols in their thirties; let me guess."

Guan Yu: "You mean Chengcheng?"

"...’Juice’ Cheng, not Cheng Zhirang’s Cheng."

"Then Chengcheng—I’m saying Cheng from Brother Cheng—can be your child’s nickname, wouldn’t that be cute?" She laughed slyly.

"Overthinking it," Mu Qiu calmly pushed her away, "it’s nowhere close. You’re better off dreaming."

"What fast, you don’t trust Brother Cheng?"

"...on such an uneven road, let’s avoid driving sports cars."

Guan Yu chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

"We all saw Brother Cheng knock on your door earlier."

"Knocking was for business, and from him going out, it was but minutes."

Guan Yu covered her mouth.

Mu Qiu opened her mouth: "...I didn’t mean he only lasted a few minutes, don’t get me wrong!"