It’s already five in the afternoon.
Cheng Zhirang put down the script and drove off to pick soone up.
The car left the Half Mountain Villa District and headed towards the city.
Halfway there, Assistant Liang called to say that the items he ordered had arrived.
"It’s Miss Mu’s clothes and toiletries."
Cheng Zhirang turned up the phone volu, placing it on the passenger seat, and said, "Put them by the side door. Has the bookcase arrived?"
"It can be delivered within half an hour."
"Then put the bookcase in the study, and the clothes in the side bedroom. Has the networked ho appliance set been delivered to Yishan?"
"It’s been delivered."
"Good. How’s it online?"
"Chaotic, but it’s a bit better than a few days ago. There might be a significant fluctuation when the program starts tomorrow."
Cheng Zhirang stopped at an intersection, waiting for the red light. Only his voice and the calm male voice on the phone were inside the car.
"Hmm, keep an eye on it. Normal ssages can be ignored."
"Alright."
The intersection he passed was the place where he dropped off Mu Qiu this morning. From here, you could see the sign of the Hongda Building by looking up.
He parked the car in an inconspicuous spot not far from the building and ssaged Mu Qiu.
[Is it over yet?]
[Mu Qiu: The individual interview just ended, and it seems there’s still dinner. Have you set off?]
[Not yet.]
[Where are you going for dinner?]
[Mu Qiu: Golden Building.]
[Mu Qiu: We might head over soon, you can co over in half an hour. I didn’t have lunch with them, and not going tonight feels a bit off.]
[Indeed it would be bad, getting to know each other is also a good thing. I’ll co to pick you up at the Golden Building in half an hour.]
[Mu Qiu: Okay~]
Putting down the phone, Cheng Zhirang unbuckled the seatbelt, rested his left wrist on the steering wheel, his long fingers hanging freely, and then he looked ahead.
He could see the entrance of Hongda, the revolving door of the main entrance where a group of people was coming out, but she wasn’t among them.
He rolled down the car window slightly, letting the outside heat surge in and clash with the cold air inside.
The window was rolled up again, soone passing by outside glanced in his direction.
The windows were tinted to prevent peeping, so he wasn’t afraid of people looking. Cheng Zhirang rested with his eyes closed for a few minutes, then opened them to see a splash of leather pink at the doorway opposite.
Among the group of n, won, old and young, there were others wearing brighter colors, but she was the most eye-catching.
She was talking to soone beside her, and whatever was said made her tilt her head back and laugh with a young man on her right.
She laughed with ease and tranquility.
She probably didn’t realize how alluring and likable she looked when smiling this way.
Cheng Zhirang’s gaze fell on the man next to her.
He wore silver-frad glasses, tall, thin, dressed in all black, handso with an indifferent smile, the kind young girls liked. In so aspects, he resembled Fu Ran from last episode.
But regarding the "non-Ye Mian" object, Fu Ran’s gaze was far less predatory than this young man’s.
n understand n the best; it was clear his gaze towards Mu Qiu was different, as he couldn’t help but glance at her every ti she spoke.
Cheng Zhirang’s smile faded slightly and he calmly looked away before turning his gaze back to Mu Qiu.
Getting agitated or uncomfortable seeing other n admire your girlfriend is sothing young people do; for him, as long as Mu Qiu had no other thoughts, others didn’t matter.
He didn’t call out to Mu Qiu, watching her get into a car with several other guys and girls, rging into the traffic heading towards Hai City Golden Building Hotel.
About half a minute later, he followed behind.
This ti was just before the peak of rush hour, so traffic wasn’t too heavy, and the cars around were moving smoothly.
Mu Qiu sat in the back seat of the frontmost car, next to an older sister who writes sci-fi, while a male writer who also writes in the sci-fi genre sat in the passenger seat. Qing Rong was driving.
The four of them were getting along well, enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally, Qing Rong would crack a joke, causing everyone to laugh out loud.
Then, suddenly, sothing changed.
A car suddenly surged from behind and stuck close to theirs, with soone inside aiming a cara at their car window and snapping fiercely.
Shooting so recklessly and appearing so suddenly, the two cars collided.
Qing Rong was startled, imdiately turning the wheel and hitting the brake, not expecting the other car to follow the turn and not brake, its hood crashing into the middle of their car.
"Bang——" a loud noise.
Qing Rong hit the steering wheel as the seatbelt tightened, halting his forward movent.
Enduring the discomfort, he imdiately looked back at Mu Qiu: "Are you okay?"
Mu Qiu held her forehead without speaking, turning her head to look outside.
When the car crashed, another car sped up from behind, its tail swinging to block the front of that car, and the man driving quickly got out.
Amidst the chaos, he walked straight towards their side.
Mu Qiu clearly heard her heartbeat speeding up, thump—thump—thump—faster and faster, as if a fire was igniting her, making her eyes focus solely on him.
The car door unlocked, Qing Rong watched the man open the door.
All the noise poured in.
Cheng Zhirang bent down to touch Mu Qiu’s hair and gently brush her face.
"Did you get hit?"
Mu Qiu had already let go of her head, shaking her head at him.
"Co here," he opened his arms to embrace her down, "stay in my car."
Mu Qiu climbed onto his arm, turning back to apologize to the three people in the car.
Qing Rong got out, watching them walk away, taking another glance at his crashed car, seeing the dented door and shattered lights.
Cheng Zhirang settled Mu Qiu into the passenger seat of his car, fastened the seatbelt, then closed the door and walked to the car he had blocked.
He knocked heavily on the window.
"Get out."
There were only two people inside; the driver wore a mask and sunglasses while the passenger had a cara hanging around his neck. If not for Cheng Zhirang’s sowhat unfriendly deanor, he might have raised the cara to snap another shot.
With people on each side and a big car parked in front, along with traffic caras all around, those inside had no choice but to unbuckle and step out.
As soon as the car unlocked, Cheng Zhirang suddenly pulled open the car door from the outside and dragged the driver out.
The person staggered, being dragged in front of Qing Rong’s car, and was pushed forward.
He pressed his voice low and said sternly, "I see you’re risking your lives just for so scoop!"
Their sunglasses fell off, and they fell back onto the car hood, panicked.
"Brother Cheng, we didn’t an to..."
"Shut up!"
Known for his gentle and gentlemanly deanor, his anger was startling.
"Did you consider the consequences?! Look at this car, there are four people inside! What if soone got killed in the crash?!"
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