CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: DAD! LET’S GET RICH TOGETHER!

Su Yan is actually going to participate in the Different Variety Show.

Mu Qiu, who just moved into her rented apartment, didn’t even need to check Weibo herself before someone called her to inform her of this "surprising news."

"Hello, is this Miss Mu Qiu?" The voice on the other side of the phone was formal, serious, and cautious, not completely related to the name on the screen. Mu Qiu wiped the sweat from her forehead and couldn’t help but check the caller ID again.

It was indeed Zhao Yu.

"Yes, is someone with you?" Otherwise, why suddenly so formal?

The person on the other side exaggeratedly let out a long breath, followed by a long-missed scream.

"Ahhhhhhh Mu Qiu!!! Daddy!! Do you still recognize your daughter far away in Yun City?!"

Mu Qiu: "......There’s no need to be so polite."

She relaxed her body a bit and sat down with her phone on the newly-covered sofa.

"The limits of humanity shouldn’t include me being able to give birth to someone like you; even mutation wouldn’t allow it."

Zhao Yu didn’t care, screaming in excitement.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Daddy, how did you suddenly appear on my computer?!"

"Daddy, if you become rich, don’t forget me!"

"Mu Qiu, you’ve made it!!!"

"I finally waited for my friend to rise high, my 19 years of hard study wasn’t in vain!"

Studying hard for 19 years just to meet a friend who can help soar? Mu Qiu swallowed this and said, "The money I earned for good food and drinks won’t go to an unfilial child like you."

Unfilial child * Zhao Yu: "It’s fine, my ambition is only to eat and drink well."

Mu Qiu was speechless.

Zhao Yu continued chattering on the other end, with occasional pig-like screeches, sincerely praising each star in the show, alongside expressing her envy and jealousy to the point of biting her nails.

Finally, getting to the point.

"Daddy, my Yan Shen is going to participate in the next show."

Mu Qiu: "A pop-up ad on my computer already told me."

"How can you be so calm?! That’s Su Yan! Su Yan! He’s going to join that variety show! You can stand next to him!!"

"I know it’s Su Yan," Mu Qiu tried to replace the face that made her heart skip a beat with Su Yan’s and said, "Just like the human-shaped pillow on your college bed that you wore out with ’touches.’"

"......You make it sound like I did something strange to the pillow," Zhao Yu laughed awkwardly, quickly changing the subject, "This is the first time my Yan Shen is participating in this type of variety show, he might not be very used to it. If you can give him insights, take good care of him, he doesn’t sleep well, gets startled easily, his stomach’s not great, can’t eat too spicy or sour, he doesn’t like starting conversations..."

With a fan mindset, she spoke endlessly and fluently about her idol.

Mu Qiu cut her off, "So, should I especially care for him, look at him with love while eating, guard him while he sleeps, and actively start topics for him? Do you see me as a top influencer, or think his other fans are that easy to deal with?"

Zhao Yu choked, thought about the consequences of such actions, shivered, and quickly said again, "Forget it, just let my Yan Shen be beautiful on his own."

"After saying all this, do you really have nothing else you want to tell me?"

Mu Qiu rested for a while, stood up, grabbed the tidied up trash bag from the corner, picked up her keys, and got ready to go out to throw the garbage.

She listened to Zhao Yu’s obsequious voice on the phone as she opened the door.

"Of course, Daddy, take care of your health, you’re the only non-celebrity at the event who doesn’t need to think about losing weight, eat as much as you want. Be careful of those language traps from others, your unfilial child is at home praying for you..."

Before the words were finished, Mu Qiu, who opened the door and went out, looked ahead and saw the tall man standing at the door of the house opposite.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, even the back of his head had a certain attractiveness.

Mu Qiu deliberately chose to ignore the voice on the phone, still staring at that tall figure, saying, "All right, I’m busy, can’t talk now, bye," then neatly and decisively hung up the phone.

The promise of loyalty from Zhao Yu was still in her throat as the "Don’t forget me if you become rich" call was forced to end.

Hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu continued to admire that iconic figure.

Even though it was just an outfit, some men can make a simple white shirt and black suit pants look different, standing out among all the other men with a unique sense of superiority as if he was naturally a luminous body.

Especially those long legs and that back waistline, really carrying the white shirt and suit pants, unlike those lanky without figure "white cut chicken," nor does he resemble an overbearing muscle man, everything in perfect proportion.

All right, the male lead in the next book must have such long legs and this kind of back.

As she was watching, the sound of a woman’s choked sobbing and a child fearfully calling for "mom" came from the door opposite.

Mu Qiu’s rationality finally returned.

#Cheng Zhirang secretly married and already has a child# Boom!

What to do when a newly craved high-appearance idol is already married with children?

The shock came too fast, Mu Qiu didn’t have time to react before the man at the door turned around following the searing gaze.

Cheng Zhirang accurately spotted Mu Qiu with a trash bag in hand.

He slightly furrowed his brows, glanced back inside where chaos ensued, then walked towards Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu: Perhaps now I know what the pace of someone silencing a witness looks like.

She discreetly stepped back, pressed against the wall, and looked up at Cheng Zhirang walking up to her.

"...Brother Cheng, what a coincidence."

Cheng Zhirang was still in the mood to greet her, "Hello, Miss Mu."

After speaking, he glanced at the trash bag she was holding, then looked back, his voice gentle and warm, "My friend has a situation here, sorry to disturb you, could you keep it confidential for me?"

He spoke straightforwardly, yet without causing any offense, a comfortable way of speaking.

Mu Qiu didn’t think about whether it was celebrity gossip or if it was really a friend in trouble, she just nodded honestly, "Don’t worry, Brother Cheng, I didn’t actually see anything happening."

She was just standing there watching his physique, and she only heard the woman’s cry and the child’s voice inside, nothing about any secrets.

Cheng Zhirang nodded gently, his enchanting warm eyes looking at her, naturally inspiring a sense of trust.

Mu Qiu genuinely wanted to praise how nice his eyes looked, but unexpectedly, a small grenade suddenly rushed out of the opposite door, crying and running straight towards Mu Qiu.

He was not very steady on his feet, crying and hiccupping, running straight to hide behind Mu Qiu.

"Sister, I’ll just squat down here."

The little boy, sniffing, with a childish voice, those grape-like big eyes washed by tears, clear and bright, eyelashes still had little droplets of tears hanging, looking very aggrieved with a pouting mouth.

The first thing Mu Qiu thought was if there were paparazzi present, they’d be a happy family of three.

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Cheng Zhi: hei tui tui! Dream on!