I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 284: Knowing Her Boyfriend’s Whereabouts Like the Back of Her Hand

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Knowing Her Boyfriend’s Whereabouts Like the Back of Her Hand

After the television festival ended, the online buzz kept intensifying.

Brother Cheng attending the television festival, Brother Cheng and Mu Qiu, what’s the next episode of "Different Variety Show"—these news items were all pushed to the back of the line.

Not to mention everything else.

For some celebrities who also had negative news exposed, this was actually good news. After all, under the headlines about Su Yan’s relationship, their scandals were barely making a ripple.

Like FHR’s Qi Feng cosying up to fans kind of news.

Qi Feng was also at the television festival, but he was there performing with the whole FHR group.

After the event, he and his teammates went over to say hello to Brother Cheng.

Brother Cheng was following the crowd heading out. A drama director was in front of him, and just after they finished talking, he heard a voice from behind.

"Brother Cheng."

Brother Cheng politely stopped, turned around to look at a group of young idols.

"Hello," he smiled gently, staying put, watching the few young people bow nervously in greeting, "Qi Feng?"

Qi Feng: "Yes, it’s me."

"You’re here today too?"

"Yes, the third to last performance was ours, we are HFR."

Brother Cheng nodded: "Very good, this is a great stage, keep it up."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng, if you’re busy, please go ahead, we just wanted to say hello."

Brother Cheng’s gaze briefly scanned Qi Feng’s face, nodded, and turned to leave.

The Qi Feng he met in the third episode of the show was high-spirited and affectionately imitating others, but this time around, he seemed more adept at reading people and interacting.

Getting a small burst of fame on the show is both good and bad, but as long as you can hold on, it’s all good.

Challenges and hardships can help him mature, making his future path a bit smoother.

After leaving politely, Cheng Zhirang left the banquet hall, heading straight out without going back to the lounge.

The items in the lounge will be taken care of by the assistant, he felt more at ease trusting this assistant compared to Assistant Wen.

As he walked out, the assistant had just pulled up, stopping at the entrance.

This car wasn’t the one he used yesterday to take Mu Qiu home, but the one he most frequently allowed to appear in public view.

Many reporters and fans crowded at the entrance, with two rows of security forming a human wall to ensure celebrities wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the crowd.

As Cheng Zhirang stepped out, there was a continuous sound of camera clicks and fans’ screams, deafening the ears.

He didn’t dodge, just walked out normally, waved and smiled at the fans, then opened the car door, and said to the fans:

"Get home and rest early."

The Cheng Zhi fans were excited enough to squeeze the reporters aside, responding loudly to him.

"Okay!"

"Brother, you rest early too!"

"We’re heading back right away!"

"Goodbye, Brother Cheng!"

"Brother Cheng, we love you!!!"

"Rest well, see you next time!!"

The assistant, with the brake pressed slightly, paused for a moment, and only after Cheng Zhirang nodded did they drive out of the reporters’ siege, merging into the traffic.

The car was silent.

The sound of the traffic outside was sealed behind the car windows, and Cheng Zhirang asked the assistant in a calm voice, "Have you booked the plane tickets?"

"Yes, they’re booked."

"Good. Let’s leave the previous car back in Yun City; no need to bring it back."

"Okay. Return to the hotel or head to Miss Mu’s place?"

Cheng Zhirang paused: "Return to the hotel."

"How’s the situation online?" he asked again.

The assistant said seriously, "There’s still buzz about the relationships of two artists, and the situation isn’t too good. Fortunately, the news about you and Miss Mu can suppress it, without much of a splash."

Cheng Zhirang nodded, said nothing, and closed his eyes to rest.

At the same time, Mu Qiu was already getting ready for bed, curled up in her bed, "by invitation" liking Zhao Yu’s beautiful moments on her social feed.

She also took the chance to message her parents, saying she’d be leaving for Hai City again tomorrow.

Even though they didn’t quite agree... well, they really didn’t approve of her entering the entertainment industry to join a show.

Though their relationship wasn’t particularly harmonious, their concern for her was still there.

As soon as she joined the show, she was blackened from her work to her personal life, making her low-profile teacher parents unusually angry.

Coupled with the accumulated work-related disputes, it flared up instantly last time.

However, she still felt the necessity to report her safety to them at least, and she truly was making efforts to mend her relationships with her parents.

Although the results were minimal.

Briefly reporting back, she announced to Zhao Yu that the night had deepened and she was not available for further chat before sprawling on the bed for her goodnight call with Cheng Zhirang.

In her feed, she saw the fan community posts about Cheng Zhirang escorting him after work were flooding in.

So, she had a clear grasp of her boyfriend’s whereabouts.

From his voice, he seemed to be just settling into the hotel, his words double back with an echo.

"Haven’t entered the room yet; can you talk now?" she asked.

Cheng Zhirang swiped his card to enter the room, unable to count how many times he felt helpless: "Yes."

Then added, "You don’t have to worry about so much, you can call me anytime you want to talk to me."

Mu Qiu lay on the bed idly, kicking her legs. Upon hearing this, she said, "I hear you, you’ve entered the room."

"Yes, so we can talk securely now?"

"We can. When are we leaving tomorrow?"

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, the discussion not fitting for the hallway came down to this?

He swapped his phone to his left ear, using his right hand’s index and middle fingers to loosen his tie, throwing it on the bed, and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

While doing these actions, he answered Mu Qiu’s question, "Ten in the morning, is that okay? No need to get up early."

"Okay, I’ll go to the airport myself?"

"No, I’ll pick you up."

He continued unbuttoning with one hand. The hem of his shirt was pulled out from under the belt, lying over his trousers, slightly revealing a flat waist through the slits between the buttons.

All doors and windows in the room were closed, with curtains drawn tightly, not worried about being photographed.

Mu Qiu was fated not to witness this beautiful scene, still surprised by Cheng Zhirang’s decision.

"You’ll pick me up? That’s not a good idea. I feel someone’s rented a room in the building opposite mine just to aim cameras at my window; you can’t come over."

"No worries, they don’t recognize this car."

"...If you say so, as if getting a cab, right?"

Cheng Zhirang raised an eyebrow, "You can think of it that way if it makes you feel better."

Mu Qiu put her legs down, took deep breaths, and then said, "But I think..."

"What are you doing now?" Cheng Zhirang, pausing from unbuckling his belt, asked abruptly.

Mu Qiu was slightly confused, answering, "Me, now? Not doing anything?"

"Then why do you sound tired?"

"Huh?" Mu Qiu sat up, "Oh, that, I’m exercising."

"Exercising?"

"Yes, fearing the program might design a dance episode, I’m preemptively shaping up and training for flexibility."

Cheng Zhirang’s voice deepened, "When we get back, I’ll add gym equipment for you at Yishan’s flat."

Mu Qiu found it odd that he suddenly cared about her fitness routine, noticing details keenly.