I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 509 - 508: What Is a Boyfriend’s Status?

The car fell silent again.

Then, Cheng Zhirang held Mu Qiu’s hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand twice.

"Friends like this are good."

He then said to Chen Song, "You can take a look first; the other roles haven’t been decided yet."

Chen Song agreed.

"It doesn’t hurt to wait for this one. A few scripts have come in these past two days—movies, TV shows, and even variety shows."

"Turn down the variety shows and send the others to my inbox."

"Alright."

No one spoke again until Chen Song and Assistant Wen got out of the car, and Cheng Zhirang moved to the driver’s seat and drove towards the suburbs.

Assistant Wen watched the car speed away, then turned to Chen Song beside him.

"Sister Chen, about Qing Rong..."

"What? Interested in meeting him?"

"Of course not. What I mean is," he hesitated briefly, then cautiously said, "Is his relationship with Mu Qiu particularly good?"

Chen Song sneered, "Even Brother Cheng noticed it, and you’re still asking questions. You might as well be blind. Hurry back to the studio; there’s a lot to do today."

Assistant Wen responded with an "Oh" and followed her, imagining a love-hate drama in his head—

Someone named Qing Rong likes Mu Qiu, and he was the first to step up and clarify the rumors when Mu Qiu was being slandered online, which deeply moved Mu Qiu.

After feeling touched, she mentioned this person more often, but she seemed a bit oblivious and didn’t realize Cheng Zhirang was jealous.

...It’s terrifying that Cheng Zhirang could be jealous. What are people like them supposed to do?

In his mind, someone like Cheng Zhirang, even if he got jealous, it would typically be women who express jealousy.

"The show just aired, and according to the mysterious curse of the production team, there will definitely be some negative news coming out these days. You must watch those paparazzi groups closely, guard them strictly... Are you even listening to me?"

Chen Song stopped and held out a hand in front of her. Assistant Wen, who was pondering the battlefield, bumped right into it.

Assistant Wen: "...I heard you, Sister Chen, monitoring the news."

Chen Song snorted coldly, turned, and continued walking, her high heels seeming to glide with the wind.

Assistant Wen jogged to catch up and asked a very real question.

"But should we be monitoring for news about Brother Cheng, Mu Qiu, or... you, Sister Chen?"

Chen Song nearly twisted her ankle.

Then she gritted her teeth and said, "Keep an eye on everything!"

It sounded almost as if she wanted to devour someone.

Assistant Wen, watching her intently, quietly responded, "Okay."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The two people in the car were also chatting idly.

Mu Qiu was the one who brought up the topic, mainly about Qing Rong.

"Judging by Sister Chen’s tone, does it seem like my writer friend being the first to clear my name makes it look like I have a too-good relationship with him?"

Cheng Zhirang gently reassured her, "Don’t overthink it. As an agent who deals with celebrity gossip every day, Sister Chen is quite sensitive."

"Whether she’s sensitive or not, I want to be direct with you," she sat up, turned to him, and said solemnly:

"Between me and Qing Rong, there are no feelings beyond friendship. There never were, and there definitely won’t be while I’m with you."

"I believe you. But I’m not afraid of you having other feelings. Other people’s emotional inclinations can’t affect me and you."

As the light turned red, he applied the handbrake and reached for her hand.

"Unless you tell me personally, nothing anyone says can affect me. I’m confident in this."

He wasn’t inferior in looks to anyone, had a solid family background, a decent personality, no bad habits, and was mature in thought. He wouldn’t be easily flustered by a little provocation, and ordinary people couldn’t pose a threat to him.

Moreover, Mu Qiu herself was quite rational.

Mu Qiu bit her lip corner, scratching the palm of his hand with her fingers, then burst into laughter.

"It’s nice to clear things up. I don’t want you feeling bothered, and I don’t want to feel bothered either. Friends are just friends, they relate in a friendly way; it’s not the same status as a boyfriend."

Of course, except for Zhao Yu.

Cheng Zhirang also smiled with his eyes: "What’s the status of a boyfriend?"

"It’s—" she thought for a moment, then said, "A position that’s always prioritized."

They exchanged smiles, and Mu Qiu leaned in to kiss him again.

"Drive safely."

"You sit properly too."

Obliging, she sat back, and her phone lit up.

Mu Qiu unlocked it to read the message.

[Qing Rong: Her way of apologizing by twisting the truth is quite something.]

Mu Qiu switched to Weibo and logged in to refresh the related news.

Mao Dodo did apologize, right at midday. But indeed, it was full of evasions.

[Mao Dodo: #Mu Qiu Plagiarism# This matter, I also made a mistake.

Because of zero tolerance for plagiarism, I was furious when I first heard the news and joined in accusing Mu Qiu without verification.

Upon calming down, I realized there’s no evidence proving her plagiarism, so I want to apologize for my rashness and for the harm caused to Mu Qiu. It’s my fault for blindly trusting, not setting a good example for everyone.]

Tsk... suddenly got goosebumps.

If there were an audio clip of someone crying alone in the restroom accompanying it, it would definitely deserve the title of the most melodramatic apology of the year.

"What’s wrong? Is the AC too low?" Cheng Zhirang adjusted the car’s air conditioner up two degrees, directing the vent toward the car’s ceiling.

Mu Qiu shook her head: "I just read something with a strong whiff of medicated oil."

"...Words with a smell of medicated oil?"

Her descriptions were always peculiar yet remarkably evocative.

"It’s just that..." She thought saying it sounded both pretentious and two-faced wasn’t good, so she offered a more vivid alternative,

"When I read this passage, it’s like Brother Huai hearing Sister Shu Ran talk, that kind of feeling, you understand?"

Cheng Zhirang nodded, "Got it."

With such an analogy, who wouldn’t understand?

"Glad you understand," she now felt as if her eyes had been irritated by medicated oil, "I need to think about how to retaliate with words."

It’s best to respond with an even more equivocal and evasive retort.

In battles of words, outwitting the opponent was a habit for all girls. Mu Qiu was deeply immersed in the "squeeze the sentence to make Mao Dodo’s eyes roll" battle.

With a serious expression and a focused attitude, she cut down and refined her words to be extremely concise, typing quickly, occasionally pausing to ponder.

The car had already entered the block. Cheng Zhirang dared not disturb her, slowing down to drive smoothly.

Mu Qiu finished her contemplation just as they neared the small villa’s parking area.

She decided to comment directly on Mao Dodo’s Weibo.

[Saying rumors out of your own dissatisfaction is indeed rash, but this apology doesn’t match what you promised me. Sorry, I don’t accept this ’sorry.’]

Implying more than it says, snarky, clearly showing a bad intention.

Mu Qiu liked to use this style to shut others up. The key was, this wasn’t even the most snarky part. The most irksome to "Mao" was Qing Rong adding an emoji under her comment.

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