This situation is so awkward, don’t you think?
Mu Qiu raised the trash in her hand, indicating that she was just an innocent bystander throwing away garbage.
"Sister Shu Ran, if I said I didn’t hear anything, would you believe ?"
Shu Ran stared at her and said the final words into her phone, "Alright, think it over yourself," and then hung up.
She continued to stare at her.
"Not really believing."
"...I thought so. But you see, you had to make a call by the trash bin, and I just happened to co to throw garbage."
Shu Ran didn’t look happy and glanced at her with annoyance, "I certainly didn’t expect you to actually co over and throw trash yourself."
The others don’t show face unless necessary; who would co out personally to throw trash? Isn’t it better to leave it at the door for the staff to collect?
What if so powerful paparazzi takes pictures through the hotel’s hallway vent windows, who knows what kind of scandal they’d create?
...But she forgot there was soone here who doesn’t follow the usual routes.
"But it doesn’t matter," Shu Ran wasn’t overly worried, "If you expose , at worst I’ll expose your love affair with Brother Cheng."
Mu Qiu hesitated for a mont, "Are we that obvious?"
Shu Ran was speechless, "We have eyes. The easiest things to detect in this world are colds and relationships, okay?"
More so, last night, holding hands in the hallway, the four of them saw it clearly, right?
Mu Qiu coughed and threw the trash into the bin. Turning around, she found Shu Ran still staring at her.
Though her words were indifferent, it seed she was indeed quite nervous.
Mu Qiu smiled at her, "So now, are we, what you call, grasshoppers on the sa string?"
Shu Ran, "Sort of, so I won’t expose you guys, don’t go blabbing about either."
"Ok, I’m very tight-lipped."
Rember when Su Yan and Lin Banyan’s matter happened, no matter how curious she was, she didn’t even let Zhao Yu know.
Shu Ran looked at her, wanting to speak but hesitated.
Actually, they weren’t really grasshoppers on the sa string, her confidence ca from Changhui Entertainnt, while Mu Qiu’s confidence was Cheng Zhirang.
Changhui Entertainnt exists for Cheng Zhirang.
If their matters got exposed together, she would definitely be the one sacrificed.
Whether Mu Qiu knew about the connection between Cheng Zhirang and Changtong wasn’t clear, if she didn’t know, that’s good, if she did, then she really had no protection.
In the end, she said nothing, and followed Mu Qiu back to their respective rooms.
Mu Qiu didn’t understand what she was thinking, nor could she interfere with her thoughts. More promises of confidentiality might not be useful either.
As to whether her and Cheng Zhirang’s relationship would be exposed, during dinner last night, Cheng Zhirang wasn’t guarded at all, which showed that he was prepared.
At least he was confident that the other four present wouldn’t spill anything.
Once the room door was closed and locked, Mu Qiu picked up her tablet and glanced at it.
Guan Yu had found an even better emoji.
[Guan Yu V: Handso little brother is bad at gaming, but I love him anyway.jpg]
The accompanying image was a screenshot of Mu Qiu peeping at the white Hanfu young man against the wall.
It wasn’t clear who was so sadistic, capturing her so well that the expression was high-definition, though the lower half was blurred.
The whole image made her sneaky expression stand out the most.
Mu Qiu imdiately stood upright, hurriedly refreshed the comnts below.
Nothing escapes the viewers’ eyes; the scene where she asked for the young man’s contact was also screenshotted and made into an emoji, widely collected and used by many.
You could say this emoji wasn’t great, but the key was—
She already had an incredibly handso boyfriend, so if Cheng Zhirang saw this image...
Guan Yu did wonderfully, an ordinary emoji hitting exactly at her sore spot.
She admitted defeat in this battle.
Proactively surrendering, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, carefully selected an emoji, and sent it via WeChat to Cheng Zhirang.
[Oh my dear, which heavenly handso man dazzled my eyes.jpg]
After quite a while, she was getting restless waiting on the sofa, he finally replied.
[Cheng Zhirang: So which one dazzled your eyes? The handso guy bad at gaming?]
Mu Qiu: "..." Looks like he’s an online surfing pro who’s already browsed her and Guan Yu’s Weibo.
[Brother Cheng, you’re surfing so late tonight~]
[Cheng Zhirang: Weren’t you doing the sa?]
[Cheng Zhirang: Is that actor good looking?]
This question needed a good answer; Mu Qiu adjusted her posture, holding her phone in a strangely respectful and serious manner.
[Of course not as good-looking as you! Brother Cheng is the most handso, has the best figure, looks super super cool in everything!]
[Cheng Zhirang: Amazing you typed so much in a short amount of ti]
[This is all from the heart! I will forever be imrsed in Brother Cheng’s handsoness and gentleness!]
[Cheng Zhirang: Just those two things you admire?]
[...And, and also your physique?]
[Cheng Zhirang: ...]
[Cheng Zhirang: Get so rest]
[Hamster with wide eyes says oh.jpg]
[Anyway, Brother Cheng is the best looking today too—ancient attire looks super super super good!]
[Cheng Zhirang: Alright, I’ve received the complint, thanks]
[Brother Cheng grins.jpg]
[Brother Cheng good night, rest well]
[Cheng Zhirang: You too, don’t play too late with Guan Yu]
[Got it~]
It’s obvious Cheng Zhirang didn’t like online communication much; even though they’ve chatted a few tis, not a single cute emoji was used, tsk tsk.
She smirked slightly, even though inside she was still a bit critical.
Exiting WeChat, Mu Qiu glanced at the ti; it was already ten o’clock.
A ti for "aged and energy-depleted" authors to rest.
She then went into the bathroom, washed again, entered her routine of responding to reader comnts, and prepared to obediently close all doors and windows to sleep.
Hardly a minute after closing her eyes, her phone rang noisily.
She let out a heavy sigh with her eyes closed, reached for the phone, sat up, and answered it.
"Shouldn’t a corporate slave be sleeping early, catching up on five days of lost sleep?"
A familiar and excited voice ca from the other end, "Definitely not! My crazy fun ti is just these two days, gotta cherish it!"
Mu Qiu: "Half a year ago, you weren’t like this."
Zhao Yu nonchalantly scoffed, "You trying to sleep? Can you really sleep at this age?! Get up and party! Why are you passively avoiding work and not battling all the way?"
"Only the elderly need less sleep," she yawned, turned on speakerphone, placed the phone aside and lay back down, saying:
"Why are you so excited over just a battle?"
Zhao Yu: "It proves the glory of my stockpile! Just that from Guan Yu, I have several lined up ready for a coback!"
"The episode one screenshot of Su Yan, right?"
"Hehehehehe."
The laughter was sowhat sleazy, Mu Qiu felt a bit physically uncomfortable.
"Heh, what’s that for? Where are you now?"
"Out, spending a beautiful night with my Prince Charming."
"?!"
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