I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 512 - 511: #Cheng Zhirang’s Nightlife#

There’s a girl in the secret base, because of her presence, it’s called his secret base.

Weibo is quite lively now, with the up-late Cheng Zhi fans all rushing to claim the front row.

[Brother, is your secret base my heart?]

[Damn, letting such statements get to the top, Brother Cheng might think we’re crazy like cats]

[I also have a secret base, with Brother Cheng locked in! / Forcibly manual lock.jpg]

[Vampire brother is here!]

[Such a buddy’s words on Brother Cheng just makes him alpha to the point I want to be tied and put in that secret base by him]

[Sister, no need]

[Is it a secret base with Mu Qiu]

[I just saw a message from Assistant Wen’s alternate account, saying this Weibo post took a week of pleading to get]

[Brother, posting on Weibo so late, are you enjoying nightlife? / Heartbroken smile.jpg]

[Brother Cheng, you’re amazing this episode!]

[Brother, go to bed early]

[Why early sleep, Brother’s thirty, better enjoy some nightlife now]

[Hahahahahahahahahaha]

[Saw paparazzi’s candid shots today, Brother Cheng, wear a mask when you go out]

[Brother Cheng, good evening!]

[As long as you’re happy, Brother, don’t mind others]

[Brother Cheng, honestly, after pranking Mu Qiu on the show, did you get scolded when you went back hahahaha]

[With Mu Qiu’s obsession with Brother Cheng’s looks...]

[Mu Qiu: Brother Cheng pranks me? It’s all for my good. Scold Brother Cheng? Impossible! Brother Cheng has such a great physique]

[Speaking of which, Mu Qiu hasn’t been staring at Brother Cheng much this episode, probably scared off]

[Can you tell me the address of the secret base? Just quietly tell me alone, I promise not to spread it]

[Brother Cheng: Dream on]

[Hahahahahaha Brother Cheng would never speak like Brother Huai]

[Saying during nightlife time you have a secret base... Brother Cheng you’re definitely playing games right / Virtuous upward good youth.jpg]

[...]

Just the phrase "secret base," yet unexpectedly, Cheng Zhi ended up on the last train of hot searches with #Cheng Zhirang Nightlife#.

Assistant Wen, closely following various related hot searches, nearly spat water when he saw this entry.

With trembling hands, he clicked to see, full of statements like [Brother Cheng posting secret base at midnight, nightlife is beautiful].

Just four colorless words, bringing out a crowd of curious spectators emerging from where the yellow dye is.

Assistant Wen slumped in his chair, patting his chest, thinking it’s good, it’s good.

He thought Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu’s nightlife was caught on camera, which would be too terrifying.

With lingering anxiety, he complained in a fan group using his alternate account.

[Sisters, when using topics, can you not make it so scary / Collapsed on the ground.jpg]

[So frightening, my hands were shaking when clicking in]

A bunch of people emerged in the fan group, echoing the complaint.

Lights in the small office next door went out, Chen Song rubbed her shoulders stepping out.

"You can clock out now."

"Oh, okay Sister Chen. I’ll report to you the messages intercepted today."

Chen Song frowned, her expression turned serious: "Intercepted from paparazzi? What messages?"

Asking this, she already considered several possibilities—

Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu heading to love nest, Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu didn’t draw curtains, Mu Qiu going to hospital at night, Cheng Zhirang meeting a hot actress......

Assistant Wen: "Some paparazzi captured photos of Sister Chen kissing Ji Yu in the underground parking lot."

Chen Song froze completely.

Her expression turned a bit terrifying, Assistant Wen consciously swallowed the latter half of his words.

The paparazzi even tagged a line: the agent of Cheng Zhirang passionately kissing younger idol in parking lot, ignoring son’s biological father.

With such a headline style, it’d probably linger on browser search pages for a day or two if exposed.

Chen Song took a deep breath, speaking through gritted teeth: "Well done, absolutely nothing else should affect Brother Cheng’s reputation."

"Alright, Sister Chen," Assistant Wen nodded without hesitation, then swiftly changed the subject,

"It’s already eleven, Sister Chen I’ll drive you back, just as Xiao Lin and the others bought lots of toys for Chengcheng, we’ll deliver together."

Mentioning Chengcheng, Chen Song’s expression eased, nodding agreement.

"That’d be helpful, afterward just let Xiao Lin and the others know, no need to spend too much, Chengcheng already has plenty of toys."

"Sure, no trouble at all, after all it’s the studio’s service car."

"I’m just being polite."

"...Okay Sister Chen."

After loading the small gifts bought by studio staff for Chengcheng into the car, Chen Song got into the passenger seat, moving a toy ball at her feet to the back.

Assistant Wen also placed the Cheng Zhirang chibi figure in the back, both of their elbows bumped.

The car suddenly filled with bright light.

Chen Song squinted turning her head to see.

Which nut job uses high beams at night?

The "nut job" from the other car stepped out, slammed the door, and gloomily headed their way.

Then started banging on their car window.

"Chen Song, get out!"

Assistant Wen looked at the man outside the window, only one thought crossed his mind:

Done for, the topic #Cheng Zhirang’s agent late night arguing with younger idol in parking lot# might be unstoppable.

...

While Assistant Wen was thinking hard how to block gossip, Cheng Zhirang had already carried Mu Qiu into the room.

Mu Qiu leaned sleepily on him, holding a pink sticky note.

Swinging her hand, the slightly sticky note accidentally stuck to Cheng Zhirang’s clothes.

She stared at the pink note for a while, then, maintaining the pose, scribbled two barely recognizable characters.

Mine.

Cheng Zhirang felt her poking on his back, after placing her on the bed, he pulled it off for a look, barely recognizable on it were two characters.

He smirked, holding the sticky note between his fingers, carefully placed it on the bedside table.

"It’s yours." He said.

"Of course it’s mine."

Mu Qiu said lazily, eyelids drooped, yet insisted on affirming again with such certainty.

Cheng Zhirang found it amusing, gently touched her face, said: "So sleepy, wash up and sleep."

"Okay."

Washed away the day’s heat and dust, Mu Qiu lay again in Cheng Zhirang’s arms.

Compared to last night, now just changing places, changing a bed, everything else, even the position of Cheng Zhirang’s hand remains the same.

One hand supported her waist, one lay over her lower abdomen.

"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

Mu Qiu murmured, "dumplings I guess."

"You seem to only have frozen ones in the fridge. Half Mountain often has fresh dumplings delivered..."

Turning to check, the person in his arms had already fallen asleep.

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, withdrew the hand supporting her waist, fixed her hair beside her face, quietly finished what he wanted to say earlier.

"...Come live with me at Half Mountain."