A single man and woman in a room, so close together, things could develop to the next stage at any mont.
Cheng Zhirang’s breathing was a bit heavy, his palm pressing against her waist, maintaining the last bit of safe distance between them.
Mu Qiu still found ti to think: This is quite like two people who just t about to dance a social dance.
She tried, slowly reaching out to wrap her arms around him.
Through the white shirt, she could clearly feel the muscles on his side tense up.
The two embraced.
Cheng Zhirang’s breath was by Mu Qiu’s ear, her forehead resting on his left chest, warmth passing from his body, their breaths interwoven.
Who knows how long passed, maybe a minute or two, or maybe more than ten, when Cheng Zhirang’s hand on her waist pulled her closer with force.
His arms were so strong that Mu Qiu felt a bit of pain, stumbling a step and completely falling into his embrace.
There was no space between them at all, fabric against fabric, warmth mingling with warmth.
"Sorry," Cheng Zhirang said in a deep voice, "I was out of line, bear with ."
Mu Qiu buried her face in his chest, biting her lip corner, saying nothing.
A mont later, she opened her mouth with so difficulty, trying to change the topic to distract herself.
"Well, when are you going back to Hai City?"
Cheng Zhirang’s voice was hoarse: "What about you? When are you going over?"
"Thursday." She said sullenly.
"Then co with ," his voice slowed down, sounding magnetic and alluring, "I’ll co to pick you up."
"Isn’t the TV festival ending tomorrow? Are you staying at the hotel for another night?"
"There’s a party tomorrow night, I don’t need to rush back, want to join ?"
Mu Qiu: "......Yes."
—
Chen Song was waiting anxiously in the car.
It’s been twenty minutes since the person went up and hasn’t co down yet. If they get caught, even if nothing happens, it will be spun into sothing.
Plus, they might embellish the fact and emphasize "Cheng Zhirang only took twenty minutes."
She already thought of a trending topic title, it could be called #ChengZhirangetsMuQiuForTwentyMinutesAtNight#.
...Ten years of reputation about to be ruined here.
Sotis Chen Song thinks back and feels that fate is indeed a magical thing.
Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu were originally people from two different worlds, different circles, different places, different individuals, who possibly wouldn’t have t each other for a lifeti without an unexpected event.
But suddenly, a program brought them together.
Then the place Mu Qiu rented just happened to be with her, coincidentally ran into her divorce, coincidentally received Chengcheng, and just so coincidentally, attracted Cheng Zhirang’s interest.
For those without fate, they could circle around the sa place and never et, while for those with fate, they could just randomly share a ride in the vast city and end up together.
Fate is such an elusive thing, never really up to people.
After waiting for another ten minutes, Cheng Zhirang finally ca down.
The shirt’s buttons were undone two places, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Chen Song scrutinized him for a mont as he got in the car.
"So reluctant, why didn’t you stay there?"
Cheng Zhirang sat down, nodded to the assistant driving in front, and then said, "Wouldn’t be good for her."
Ever the gentleman, although this ti the gentlemanly act seed mistid.
Chen Song hesitated, wanted to tell him that perhaps now wasn’t the ti for chivalry, but then thought it’s not her place as a manager to say so.
Ultimately, she said nothing, staying quiet on the way to the hotel.
Cheng Zhirang leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed, showing no intention of speaking and appeared as if he was intensely restraining himself.
This state was rare, and Chen Song could blindly guess sothing had definitely happened between him and Mu Qiu.
Connecting it with Mu Qiu’s outfit today, Chen Song sighed inwardly: A man’s nature, even soone as gentle and self-restrained as Cheng Zhirang can’t escape it.
Upon arriving at the hotel, Cheng Zhirang had already returned to his usual gentlemanly deanor, with mask and hat prepared, ready for check-in.
He could rest, but Chen Song could not yet.
Qiu Shuang’s side, they had already been to see, the situation wasn’t too severe, but he indeed could not attend the TV festival.
She still needed to contact the person in charge for coordination, arrange for soone at the hospital for Qiu Shuang, and have Assistant Wen keep an eye on a few reporter groups to prevent any news about Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu from leaking.
They could go public, but preferably not now.
After Cheng Zhirang left, Mu Qiu sat alone on the sofa for quite a while.
The excitent he gave was significant, she still felt a bit disoriented.
The hot sensation on her collarbone seed to linger, his breathing still seed to be present. The room temperature dropped, yet Mu Qiu’s face still felt hot.
If they hadn’t maintained their rationality then, things would have escalated right now.
Still, she admired Cheng Zhirang, even with his breath labored, he managed to control himself, rely restraining himself to one kiss on her collarbone, holding her quietly for a while without any further action.
If they switched places, she wouldn’t have been able to hold back.
As she thought more, her face grew hotter, she stood up, waving her hand to fan herself, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As for that "too tight" bodycon dress, better to put it away for now.
After taking a shower, coming out, her phone was incessantly vibrating on the sofa, she held the corner of her towel, answering the call.
A while ago, feeling self-mocking and disheartened, her voice was now forceful and energetic.
"Oh my God, Mu Qiu, where did you go?! Not replying to ssages, not answering calls! I thought sothing happened to you?!"
Mu Qiu coughed and said, "I was just taking a shower, didn’t notice."
"You’re showering for over an hour? Taking a dip in a hot spring?"
"...Can’t I shower a bit longer? Shampooed three tis and soaked in the bath, so what?"
Zhao Yu: "Fine, fine, whatever, you could even wash your hair bald. I’m just afraid you’d get sold halfway, alright, I’m hanging up."
"Are you arguing?"
"Yeah! In the middle of the argunt, I realized you hadn’t replied to ssages and went to find you, now that I’m about to continue yelling, I can’t find the mood!"
"My fault, interrupted your emotions, how about preparing a bit, watch a lodrama to get in the mood again?"
The call ended with a beep.
Mu Qiu looked at the phone, pouting.
Calls dad when things go wrong, hangs up whenever. Truly ungrateful.
This thought had just settled when the phone vibrated again. Mu Qiu casually swiped it, lifted it, and answered.
"What, feel guilty about your tone earlier and want to make up now?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end, "Did I speak to you with the wrong tone?"
"!"
Mu Qiu looked at the caller ID, it wasn’t Zhao Yu at all.
She quickly salvaged, "Brother Cheng, I wasn’t talking about you, I thought it was my friend."
Cheng Zhirang: "I wondered when I made you feel my tone was bad."
"Of course not!"
He always spoke with gentle manners, never with a bad tone.
"That’s good," Cheng Zhirang didn’t mind initially, naturally transitioned the conversation, asking about other things: "Tomorrow at the TV festival, want to co see in person?"
"No, I’ll watch you online."
She declined, he didn’t press: "Okay. Rest early, good night."
"Good night."
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