Qing Rong is of mixed heritage, as he ntioned before.
But seeing it, you realize the visual impact it has. His features are quite deep, and when doing things ordinary guys do, he always has a bit of a player aura.
Charming yet nonchalant.
Yet in reality, he can be quiet and ponder over ancient strategy texts, occasionally writing segnts aid at female readers.
Interesting.
They chatted as they went through the underpass, with people constantly passing by without paying any attention to them, focused on their errands.
Mu Qiu was alert, wearing a mask and trying not to speak too loudly, maintaining so distance from Qing Rong.
Qing Rong probably noticed, taking a few steps to walk ahead, forming a front-and-back arrangent which increased the distance.
"Wasn’t it supposed to be dark green, how did it suddenly turn pink?"
"It’s skin-pink, not just pink. Can’t the Hello Kitty your readers sent save your understanding of pink?"
Qing Rong tilted his head nonchalantly, displaying his famous chin and adam’s apple.
No wonder he’s the one being chased by fans at book signings, he looks just like the male protagonist in his own books when he lifts his head.
"That cat has already been washed out by ."
"So does your female protagonist still only wear pink suits?"
Qing Rong couldn’t help but laugh.
He set up the female protagonist’s attire to be quite simple, not noticing readers pointed out she always wears pink, even a pink suit without specifying pants or skirt.
Everyone says he’s a stereotypical straight guy obsessed with pink.
Mu Qiu thought, but this man doesn’t seem like a typical straight guy at all.
They walked through the underpass up to Hongda Building, and Qing Rong led them through the side entrance.
"I’ve already spoken to the security, you don’t need to register at the main entrance."
He held the door open for Mu Qiu to enter first.
The ground floor looked like those hotels used for corporate annual etings, opulent and grand, with rock garden water features in the center.
On both sides, there were elevators and spiral staircases leading to the second floor.
At a glance, there was only one impression: wealth.
Mu Qiu turned to him and said, "I finally understand why all those big shots describe hotels and company buildings in their books in the sa way. Did they borrow this place’s decor?"
Qing Rong stayed behind, holding the glass door, watching her as she turned back with a smile, his thumb slowly rubbing his forefinger before he spoke:
"They are full-ti, apart from coming here for events, they probably don’t often get to experience places like five-star hotels."
Mu Qiu, unaware of his gaze, looked back at the height of the floor and the dazzling ceiling lights and said, "Makes sense."
Stepping in felt like entering a palace for a dance.
"Where do we go now?"
Qing Rong took a few steps, indicating with his chin to the right.
"Elevator 3, up to the ninth floor."
People were bustling about in the building, and the reception had started to notice them, watching them closely.
Mu Qiu, masked, pretended not to notice being watched, following Qing Rong’s lead into elevator 3.
Besides them, the elevator was empty.
They stood side by side.
Qing Rong glanced down at her briefly, then naturally shifted his gaze, pressing the button for the ninth floor with the pad of his finger.
She was quite fair.
Even in such an unfriendly color, it looked good on her.
Her waist was slender, an easy grip, accentuating her curves, tempting more thoughts.
The elevator was slightly stuffy; Qing Rong tugged at his collar to relieve the sense of being choked.
"We’re here."
Mu Qiu brushed her hair back as she exited first, heading towards the reception to register.
Qing Rong followed behind, watching her porcelain-like fingers slide through her black hair and tuck it behind her ear, the interest in his eyes growing.
Initially forming their friendship rely due to shared profession and interests, similar worldviews, and mutual appreciation of each other’s thought-provoking analyses, they maintained an online friendship encouraging and occasionally sharing personal life.
They hadn’t t, were unaware of each other’s origins, height, beauty or lack thereof, a simple relationship.
Even after knowing who she was and seeing her on a show, he thought similarly. Knowing she dated a celebrity didn’t affect him much.
At most, seeing her in sports attire by accident, he marveled at her impressive figure.
But now...
She was perfectly tailored to his aesthetic preference.
How many tis could one et soone who fits their aesthetic touchpoint in a lifeti? Perhaps not even once. So why let such a person go?
No reason.
"Hi, I’m the Fire Man."
Mu Qiu was taking off her mask at the reception to register her na when the receptionist, a delicate-looking girl, reacted excitedly, covering her mouth and quietly exclaiming.
"Just fill this out! Mu Qiu, you’re so pretty today!"
Mu Qiu was taken aback, smiling: "Thank you. You’re looking pretty today too."
"As expected, anyone who spends ti with Brother Cheng becos so polite," the receptionist murmured with starry-eyed admiration, "I’m a fan of you two’s couple pairing!"
"......" The first fan she ets offline is a couple fan?
She smiled and thanked him, blinking, "I’ll tell Brother Cheng the first person I t today is a couple fan."
"Woo woo woo woo really? Can I have a na before Brother Cheng?"
"The first person you t today was a cleaner, second was ."
Suddenly a tall figure leaned against the desk, Qing Rong stooping to speak to the receptionist: "You can not only have your na known to your Brother Cheng but also to the people in the office next door."
Girl: "... woo woo woo woo Qing Rong, don’t report , I’m just excited."
"Depends on my mood?"
"Mr. Qing is such a good person, handso, tall, and perfect; seeing you improves all our moods. Is your mood still good?"
Qing Rong raised his eyebrow: "Today’s mood is excellent."
"Mr. Qing, your book’s a bestseller!"
Mu Qiu found this amusing.
As Yang walked past in the conference room, he teased him: "Not bad, Mr. Qing, even familiar with the receptionist, definitely a regular."
"It’s because I often skip group dinners, so the host rembers ."
"Never participated in one?"
"als should be joyful, not a gathering of strangers pretending to be reserved. But if you want to go, I can take you."
"Better not."
Mu Qiu pondered, realizing if she joined a group dinner, she might spend eighty percent of the ti being asked how she got together with Cheng Zhirang, which would be quite suffocating.
"If the editor suggests dining together, I’ll join; if they’re busy, I’ll eat alone."
Qing Rong idly crooked a finger, lifting his silver-rimd glasses slightly: "Probably busy."
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