Chapter 886 - 885: Shen Zhousong Wants to Hit On Me

On Cheng Zhirang’s first day on set, Mu Qiu solved her lunch by ordering takeout.

Which was the opposite of what Cheng Zhirang had instructed.

But reuniting with takeout felt really great, besides, she didn’t use her own name and left an empty rack outside specifically for placing takeout, it’s not as unsafe as he said.

"Hello, is this Tian Jianguo? Your takeout has been placed on the designated rack at your door."

Mu Qiu calmly said "Mm" and hung up the phone, then went back to calmly playing on her phone. Five minutes later, she opened the door to bring the takeout inside.

Thanks to her current wealth, nowadays she could order from two different places just to get a serving of takoyaki.

The takeout was delicious, the takoyaki was delicious, not having to chop veggies and wash dishes was so relaxing, the only downside was that it would be hard to explain when Cheng Zhirang checked on her.

But actually, he couldn’t bear to say anything to her.

On the first night Cheng Zhirang was away, Mu Qiu ate at nine, this time cooking for herself.

Though it was late, at least she made it herself, so Cheng Zhirang couldn’t say anything.

He just kept staring at her on the screen during their video call.

"The whole crew has arrived today, we’re staying at a hotel, the conditions aren’t great, and it’s a bit far from the shooting location."

Mu Qiu said while eating, "Don’t you have that big nanny van? You can drive there, right? You could even take a nap in the car."

His exquisite face moved closer on the screen, he shook his head, "Doing that right off the bat doesn’t look good, and if someone takes a picture to make a story, it’s also not good. When it gets unbearably hot, I’ll have Assistant Liang bring it over for a couple of days."

"Your industry is too deep in politics; everything needs to be considered for its impact. What do you all eat there, box meals?"

"Yes, everyone eats box meals. But actors have different meals, most need to lose fat, and a few need to gain, so they prepare their own meals."

Mu Qiu frowned, "What did you eat?"

"Vegetables and chicken breast."

"Poor thing," she took another big bite of soup-soaked rice, savoring it. After swallowing, she said sympathetically,

"But you do this for work, still, you should pace yourself, eat a little staple food if you want, or your face will turn pale from hunger."

He chuckled, "Alright. You seem to enjoy your meal."

"Of course I enjoy it. I shouldn’t video call you during meals, or it’d be too tempting for you, what if you fail at managing your figure?"

There was a knock on the door in the video, Cheng Zhirang peeked over to check, then his handsome face returned to the screen, "Someone from the crew is looking for me, should I hang up now? Enjoy your meal, call me anytime you want."

"Okay~"

She actually didn’t eat much, just a small bowl of rice. Halfway through, she called Zhao Yu, considering the time difference.

Zhao Yu’s been so busy lately, always ranting about work and foreign food in messages every day.

"Busy bee, what are you up to?"

Zhao Yu’s voice was feeble, "Having lunch, double cheeseburger and coffee."

"What a coincidence, I’m having dinner, braised pork ribs with rice and sauce, quite irresistible."

Zhao Yu: "...International calls are expensive, I’m hanging up!"

"Don’t, even if you can’t taste it, you can hear me eating it."

"...Mu Qiu, don’t push it, it’s just braised pork ribs, it’s not like there’s no Chinese food here, I’ll go have a feast tonight."

"If you can make it before the Chinese restaurant closes." She replied slowly.

Zhao Yu suddenly howled.

"It’s so tough, I’m abroad, busy as hell, can’t even cook a meal when I get back, while you’re at home enjoying love and eating your braised pork ribs so leisurely!"

Mu Qiu finished her bowl of rice with a satisfied "Mm~", "Don’t get it wrong, I’m not in love right now, Cheng Zhirang’s gone to the crew to shoot a movie."

"That’s great, one less thing for you to yabber on about endlessly. By the way, let me tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Do you remember that show I participated in? Cheng Zhirang brought that friend of his, who always plays soldiers, Shen Zhousong, remember?"

Mu Qiu put down her spoon, a little serious, "I remember, what about it?"

"Shen Zhousong added me on WeChat not long ago, I thought it was no big deal and accepted, chatted for a few days. Then I realized—he seems to want to court me."

Mu Qiu: "?! "

She was taken aback, "How did you figure out he wants to court you?"

"He sends me goodnight texts every day, sometimes shares funny things from filming. He’s not free enough to chat with me like this, unless he wants to court me, I can’t think of another reason."

"Maybe he’s just selling something, kidding. What do you think of it, do you plan to accept his courtship?"

Zhao Yu paused for two seconds, "Honestly, my vanity is flattered, but I’m not keen on developing it further."

"Why? Not as handsome as Su Yan?"

"What are you thinking, Su Yan is an idol, not my criteria for a partner. I’m not as bold as you, picking them left and right, I don’t want to get involved with entertainment industry stars, my life can’t withstand scrutiny."

She guessed as much, then asked, "So how did you handle it? Cooled him off?"

"Yeah, what am I supposed to do, warn him not to eye this young lady? It’s all speculative, saying it outright would be awkward. What if he just thinks of me as a goodnight buddy?"

"That’s good if you don’t want it, nip it in the bud. Being busy at work means you might not have time for goodnight texts every day. I just didn’t expect Shen Zhousong to be interested in you—no offense, not saying you’re not charming, what I mean is he didn’t show much attention to you on that show."

Zhao Yu: "Maybe he saw me making it to the finals, thought I had potential. Some people partner up like taking on an apprentice, they first look at character."

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes, "Do I look like I’m smiling like a fool? How’s work going recently?"

"Pretty good, just busy. The boss values me, last week I took a day off for pain during my period, and he asked if I was having difficulties... Do I look like someone struggling to live with a pale face?"

"I don’t know if you do or not, but you’ve been mentioning your boss a lot lately—"

Occasionally mentioning someone of the opposite sex might not mean anything, but bringing them up every time, more frequently, saying more... that’s unusual.

There must be some level of attention to bring it up more and more.

Zhao Yu hesitated, instinctively countered, "Really? Isn’t it normal for someone who works for him to often rant about him?"

"If you’re complaining about his poor leadership skills, bad temper, being bossy, and exploiting his workers, then yes, it’s normal. But that’s not what you’re saying. Don’t underestimate my analytical skills as a romance novelist, okay?"