Actually, when Cheng Zhirang called Mu Qiu, there was another matter.
The issue of those two female artists backstabbing in the dark has already been leaked to marketing accounts.
They are both third-tier artists who stop at nothing for exposure, clinging onto any opportunity to leech off others.
They were unhappy because they couldn’t gain traffic and attention despite their efforts, yet an ordinary person could easily get it just by being associated with Cheng Zhirang, so they attacked in the dark.
When Cheng Zhirang received this news, he knew this was not the work of the sa mastermind.
Because these actions were driven purely by resentnt, with no brains, no attempt to clean up after themselves, they were imdiately found out.
However, their ddling wasn’t entirely bad; he controlled it in ti, causing no major impact, and it happened to be useful at this mont.
Although inevitably, the incident of Mu Qiu being forcibly intruded on by sasaeng fans would be brought up online again.
He called in advance to comfort her, telling her not to worry and not to surf the internet to check those news.
Mu Qiu agreed readily, but after hanging up, she began to frown.
She could really not care about the online news, after all, she knew he was handling it with her.
But she had to go ho tomorrow...
She didn’t care, but others might not feel the sa when they saw the news. This hocoming might not be very pleasant.
...
"You’re back? The al is almost ready, put your things down first."
Mu Qiu carried her bag and stepped into the house, Yuan Chun poked her head out of the kitchen after saying this, she called out to the people in the living room,
"She’s back, co out and help your daughter with her things!"
In the spacious living room, a middle-aged man put down the purple clay teapot from the shelf, leaving behind the wall full of porcelain and famous paintings, and walked towards the door.
He was slightly chubby, picking up her luggage and walking inside, "Why are you carrying an umbrella?"
"The sun is a bit strong outside," said Mu Qiu.
"How strong can it be? It’s just early May and you’re the only one carrying an umbrella on the street."
The upward curve of Mu Qiu’s lips slowly flattened.
"I’m not the only one with an umbrella, many girls and guys are using sun umbrellas now."
Mu Zhi fell silent, put her luggage in her room, and walked out, "Pack up and co out to eat."
"Got it."
The door wasn’t closed, Mu Qiu took a glance, then turned to survey her room.
Since high school, she didn’t stay ho much, during college, and even now, she only ca back a few tis a year and didn’t stay long.
But every ti she returned, the room was always clean and tidy.
The sheets and blankets were fresh and fragrant, the cabinets were pre-opened according to her habits to air out, the window directly opposite the door was clean and bright, and the white curtains looked immaculate.
Their love often hid in these details, but it didn’t manifest in areas she needed it more.
"Mu Qiu! Co out and eat!" They always called her by her full na in the family.
Mu Qiu snapped back, put her things away, "Coming!"
The food was all her favorites, and the initial conversation centered around whether she gained or lost weight, it was harmonious.
Until the topic of her appearing on the show ca up.
Mu Zhi, while eating, pondered deeply, chopsticks still in the bowl, looking at her and said:
"Actually, I think your appearance on this show isn’t very appropriate, it’s best to return after the contracted episodes to work, I’ve found a place for you."
Mu Qiu hated such "dinner table rituals."
She didn’t understand why he thought that way, clearly, both of them were university professors who regularly interacted with young people’s new ideas, yet were so stubbornly opposed to her hobbies and friends.
She toned down her voice, "The pay for this show can rival twenty years of steady work."
"But you can’t just not work."
"Why not?" Mu Qiu put down her utensils, looking at him, for the umpteenth ti, argued back, "Freelancing is a profession too, and I want this."
Mu Zhi frowned at her, "Your job is unstable, what if you’re out of a job?"
"As long as I have my hands and feet, I’ll find a way, nothing you say can get through to now, you have to let hit the wall once."
"You’re being irrational! Mixing with those celebrities and being scolded by so many, writing novels with no literary value..."
"I’m irrational," Mu Qiu calmly interrupted, "I can’t control what people think when on the show, and I can’t win a literary prize writing novels."
The sarcasm was thick, and Mu Zhi imdiately put down his chopsticks with a bang, "What’s with your attitude?!"
"What I’m saying is," she forced her rationality and calmness, "I just love my current job and don’t plan to look for stability. I know you’re considering for my wellbeing, but in the end, the decision is mine."
"Can’t you just listen for once?! Aren’t I considering your best interest?! Do you know how many people curse you now?! Because of so unimportant irrelevant people and things! When others ask what you’re doing, I feel embarrassed to answer!"
"You admit they’re unimportant and irrelevant, so why should I care what they think?!"
She suddenly stood up, "Those are decisions I made rationally, didn’t you teach to think rationally from a young age?!"
After escaping a fire, I’d first be asked why I didn’t know evacuation techniques, after conflicts with classmates, I’d be asked where I went wrong.
To hell with rationality, what she wanted was favoritism!
Father and daughter clashed, Yuan Chun quickly stood, frowning and instructing them to sit down and eat properly, to stop talking.
Her thoughts leaned towards Mu Zhi, she also disliked seeing her daughter being pointed at on shows, but as a mother, she was better at reading the situation.
On her daughter’s first day ho, she wouldn’t bring up unwelco topics.
Lunch continued in this tension-filled stiff atmosphere.
Mu Qiu lost her appetite, eating just a bit of the dishes before putting down her utensils.
She suspected she had a psychosomatic gastric issue, usually hungry, but in such situations, back ho, she could only take a few bites.
Lunch was like this, and so was dinner, the air was tense, even the aroma of food felt frozen.
Mu Zhi stayed silent, with Yuan Chun now doing the talking.
Yet her words weren’t the comforting type, they mostly revolved around how chaotic the entertainnt industry she’s now part of was.
Having already experienced the lunchti argunt, she stayed silent during dinner, not arguing back no matter what they said.
She quietly ate, and after eating, stayed quietly in her room drawing or writing, eventually falling asleep quietly.
In truth, Mu Qiu wasn’t unaware that she had her own issues in such situations as well.
But everyone makes excuses for themselves, and this was different from other matters; she couldn’t bring herself to argue it out rationally and just wanted to avoid it.
After staying ho for a day and a half, Mu Qiu found it unbearable and packed her luggage to return to her own place in Yun City.
The first thing she did upon returning was to lie in her room for half a day until she was comfortable, then ordered so sour and spicy takeout they disapproved of and enjoyed it alone.
Indulgent sleep and eating, every ti she returned ho, she would indulge once upon coming back.
Wanting relaxation ant indulging, whatever brought joy, she’d do.
Only after sleeping enough by herself, feeling ntally at ease, did she feel better.
She tidied herself up, put on slightly fancier makeup, and went out to et Zhao Yu and that white knight.
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