Chapter 923: You're So Young, Yet You Can Still Sleep!

Chapter 923: Chapter 922: You’re So Young, Yet You Can Still Sleep!

Can infatuation with beauty turn into liking or even love?

The former is merely an obsession with looks, while the latter requires blending personality, temperament, hobbies, and lifestyle habits.

How should one answer that question?

Cheng Zhirang thought for a moment and softly said, “I don’t know about others, but I think your infatuation with my appearance is different. There is liking, but whether there is love, you have to ask yourself. Mu Qiu, do you love me?”

Both sides fell silent; she did not answer immediately and Cheng Zhirang also remained quiet, silently waiting.

She seriously contemplated the meaning of the word love and carefully said:

“I feel love is too broad; I cannot distinguish what can truly represent love. But a sentence just came to mind, with a slight change, maybe I can answer you simply.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know if I love you, but I know you are the reason why I don’t love others.”

Like Qing Rong or other suitors; it’s not that they’re bad, it’s just that she already has a reason to not accept them.

A moment later, Cheng Zhirang’s voice lowered slightly, “I love you too, babe.”

The rational discussion between the couple lasted until nearly half past one, and Mu Qiu fell asleep amidst Cheng Zhirang’s gentle and clear voice, without hanging up the phone.

When she stopped responding and only shallow breathing could be heard, Cheng Zhirang finally hung up the phone and stood by the window for a while to calm down.

On the bed lay a small box, and he turned to look at it for a while, then picked up his phone and spent a long time finding a group of five people.

Mu Qiu was not in it.

It was close to two o’clock; probably everyone was asleep. He earnestly edited a long message and sent it to the group, without waiting for a reply, carefully placing the box on the bedside and pulled back the covers to lie down.

…

At half-past five, amidst complete silence, someone emerged from the hallway, tiptoeing to other doors, first bombarding with phone calls, then carefully knocking to wake people.

The first person woken up was Li Yang.

When he opened the door, his cowlick was sleepily protruding, with droopy eyebrows and weary eyes, facing the camera that Guan Yu was holding.

“…Sister Guan Yu, it’s still so early…”

“Shh! Keep your voice down!”

Guan Yu was unusually excited, her eyes shining like bulbs even in the dark, she excitedly and cautiously pulled him out, urging him to move forward.

“How can you still sleep! You’re so young and you can still sleep!”

“…It’s because I’m young that I can sleep.”

The photographer behind them also lightened his steps to follow them.

Guan Yu whispered softly, “Quickly, let’s wake up the others. Who’s next?”

“You’re standing right outside Brother Huai’s door and you’re asking me.”

Shi Yuhuai was probably in a deep sleep, as phone calls bombarded for a long time, and gentle knocking went on forever without a response, leaving Guan Yu no choice but to fetch the key to his room from the assistant.

Imagine, early in the morning, a man and woman sneaking into a single man’s room holding a camera—what would that be like?

Shi Yuhuai, dizzy in sleep, kept sensing couple of shadows standing by his bed.

In a state of half-awake, he turned over casually… and took a look…

“Damn!”

“Brother Huai, keep it down!”

Shi Yuhuai jolted up and rolled to the side, his heart almost stopped from the shock.

He held back his anger and turned on the light, blinked his dry eyes, and looked at the people by the bed before wrapping himself tightly and gruffly asking, “What are you doing?!”

Who comes in the middle of the night to take pictures?!

Guan Yu smacked the light off again, “Shh, keep it down, lower the sound.”

Shi Yuhuai’s temples were pounding, he reached for his phone and saw, “…It’s just half-past five! Out, I still want to sleep for another half-hour.”

“You can still sleep?! Unlock and check the messages.”

He raised the covers, tightly furrowed his brows while sitting up, unlocked the phone, and stretched his long arm to cover the lens of Guan Yu’s camera.

“No pictures.”

“…Tsk, there’s nothing good to look at anyway, fine, fine, I’ll shoot Li Yang, okay? Hurry up and check the messages.”

“What message…”

He clicked into the notification box with a red dot, read it from the start, and looked at the long text over and over.

“…You all really went crazy.”

“Get up quickly, you! Li Yang, keep an eye on Brother Huai, I’ll go wake Shu Ran alone. Then we’ll meet at Shu Ran’s room and go find Brother Cheng.”

Li Yang nodded, helped place Shi Yuhuai’s clothes by the bed, excitedly and cautiously urging, “Brother Huai, hurry up!”

Guan Yu alone took the camera out of Shi Yuhuai’s room, tiptoeing to Shu Ran’s door, knocking softly.

No response; she then bombarded with phone calls, finally waiting for Shu Ran, hair down and looking like a resentful ghost missing a meal, to open the door.

She slipped inside, closed the door, looking excitedly, “Quickly, quickly, did you check the messages? Hurry up, Li Yang and Brother Huai are already up.”

“…Why are you so excited? What’s the message?”

She casually tied her hair, grabbed her phone, and immediately also blocked the lens of Guan Yu’s camera.

“Are you taking my ugly pictures? Don’t point it at me.”

Guan Yu: “I’ve told you to keep it down, hurry up and turn off the light, check the messages.”

“Which message requires checking with the lights off?” Shu Ran struggled to resist rolling her eyes, pressed a cotton pad on her face, and unlocked her phone with the other hand to check messages.

Half a minute later.

“Oh my god!”

“Hey, I told you to keep it down!”

This time Shu Ran listened, cooperating to turn off the lights, lowering her voice, staring wide-eyed at her phone then at her.

“Is it real?”

“What else could it be? Unless I cast a spell to show you an illusion? Come on, let’s go find Brother Cheng.”

Walking to the door, as soon as it opened, they faced two dark shadows outside.

Li Yang and Shi Yuhuai saw them come out, waved their hands, and carefully walked toward Cheng Zhirang’s door.

No need to call Cheng Zhirang; as soon as they reached the door, he sent a message in the group, appearing awake and opened the door.

“Come in and talk.”

With the door closed, the room with tightly drawn curtains brightened up.

Except for Shi Yuhuai, the other three were quite excited.

Shu Ran asked, “Brother Cheng, does the program team and your agent know about this?”

Cheng Zhirang nodded, “I’ve informed them.”

Guan Yu stepped forward, full of excitement, “Is there anything we need to prepare in advance? There’s still a little over ten minutes, is that enough?”

Cheng Zhirang smiled and shook his head, “No need to prepare in advance; otherwise, she’ll see it immediately when she gets there.”

Guan Yu: “Ah? Won’t it be too plain then?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve asked the assistant to prepare other things, but they can’t be taken up now. Later when we go up, I just ask you not to give anything away—just act as if we’re watching the sunrise normally.”

“When do you plan to make your move?”

Shi Yuhuai gave her a disdainful look, “You make it sound like hiring someone for a hit.”

Guan Yu: “…Well, when do you plan to start? Make sure to give us a signal, we’re your wingmen, after all—can help out.”

Cheng Zhirang glanced down at the velvet box on the table and said, “When I call her name.”