Chapter 2031
Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
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Not long after Li Tingshen arrived at the company, he received a call from Xiao Chu.
Ye Ze fired the nurse he had hired for Liang Xuer, using the one hired by the Ye family. He also arranged everything that Liang Xuer needed to be taken care of.
Li Tingshen stepped into the elevator and stood upright.
He hung up and searched for Ye Qingqiuâs number.
âSwitched off.
He frowned and called the apartment again.
Auntie Zhao answered the call. âYoung Madam, she went out in the afternoon and hasnât returned yet.â
âYes,â Li Tingshen replied calmly.
Auntie Zhao took the opportunity to ask, âMaster, are you and Young Madam having dinner at home tonight? Is there anything you want to eat? You donât seem to have many chances to have dinner at home recentlyâ¦â
Li Tingshen was silent for a while. âIâll eat at home and cook something she likes.â
âSigh, okay.â
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A media that had been trending for nearly two years.
The people interviewed were all big shots in the entertainment industry.
He was indeed generous.
The interview room was filled with high-quality lighting and sound effects.
After checking the time, she went to the dressing room. There were tea and snacks in the dressing room, and there was enough heat.
Song Muqing started to remove her makeup and Ye Qingqiu watched by the side.
She was actually a little curious about what a man would look like when he put on makeup, but in the end, it seemed no different from usual.
At most, there was an additional layer of foundation. She simply touched up her eyebrows and fixed her makeup.
Boring.
She even wanted to experience cosmetic surgery.
She probably didnât recognize Ye Qingqiu. The few people in the dressing room had always thought that she was Song Muqingâs assistant.
But looking at her attitude, she was even more arrogant than Song Muchen himself. It made them feel embarrassed to order her around.
In fact, Song Muchenâs assistant was still discussing the interview with the staff.
âHow long will your interview take?â
Song Muchen looked at her through the mirror.
âAbout an hour or so.â
Ye Qingqiu raised an eyebrow and asked, âDid I ask you to tell me everything since you were born?â
âNot really.â
Ye Qingqiu took a deep breath and said, âItâs not fun.â
Song Muchen said, âItâs been hard on you. Iâll treat you to a meal to apologize after this.â
âIt has to be the best.â
Everyone was speechless. Whose fault was it?
One was willing to speak, while the other was more daring.
During the interview, Ye Qingqiu sat on the sofa.
Song Muchenâs posture was very relaxed, no different from his usual self.
She spoke in an orderly manner without any flaws. She was perfect.
The host naturally wanted more information. Ye Qingqiu had long been noticed.
The two makeup artists had been gossiping about Song Muchen. Now, the entire team in charge of the interview was curious about her.
From the beginning, they were almost inseparable.
Song Muchenâs assistant stood beside Ye Qingqiu and explained that the two of them were just friends.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Especially when the hostâs gaze landed on Ye Qingqiu, she wished she could cover Ye Qingqiu with her body.
In the entertainment industry, every ray of light was like a bolt of lightning.
Even if Song Muchen and Miss Ye were innocent, being led by someone would cause a huge uproar.
In their plan, they had never thought of Song Muchen having a relationship.
Fortunately, the host didnât say anything in the end. Instead, she asked her assistant who Ye Qingqiu was.
The assistant said sincerely that she was Song Muqingâs friend.
Winter was short and night was long. After the interview, it was already dark outside.
Song Muchenâs fans were standing guard at the door with support signs. When they saw him, they screamed excitedly.
Song Muchen smiled and waved at them.
However, some fans lost their composure when they saw the unfamiliar woman beside Song Muchen.
âBrother Muchen, who is she?â
âIs it the new assistant?â
The assistant and staff immediately escorted the two of them into the car. In the chaos, they explained that they were just friends.
However, the word âfriendâ was too perfunctory now and it would only make things worse.
Some fans cried on the spot.
Ye Qingqiu sat calmly in Song Muchenâs car and watched the commotion outside.
âWhat a grand occasion.â
Song Muchen smiled bitterly. âAre you mocking me?â
I raised my eyebrows pleadingly. âWhy is it ironic? There are so many people out there who like and love you. Do you think theyâre ridiculous?â
Song Muchen shook his head. âItâs not ridiculous. But some likes and loves can suffocate people.â
Ye Qingqiu narrowed her eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat do you think will happen if I announce that I have a girlfriend today?â
Ye Qingqiu thought for a while and said, âAt the bridal shop today, that fan said that she wishes you happiness.â
âSheâs talking about most of them. Thereâs a part where they canât have anyone else, or theyâll destroy it, and theyâll be as crazy about me as they like me now. When the time comes, theyâll step on me and scold me for defaming me.â
Ye Qingqiu knew that such a person existed.
âThatâs indeed quite suffocating.â
Song Muchen couldnât understand what Ye Qingqiu was thinking, or perhaps she wasnât interested in this topic at all.
She retracted her gaze and said, âGive your car keys to your assistant. Iâll return them to you later.â
Ye Qingqiu complied.
Song Muchenâs restaurant was the latest theme restaurant. It mainly focused on the dishes that appeared in movies and dramas around the world.
Ye Qingqiu was quite interested.
She had watched many movies and was indeed very interested in some of the dishes.
She was so bored that she flew to Paris to order the same food for lunch.
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Li Tingshen returned to the apartment. The moment he entered, Auntie Zhao came out of the kitchen with an apron on.
Seeing Li Tingshen changing his shoes at the entrance, the smile on her face froze and she looked at the door.
âMaster is back.â
âYes. What about her?â
Auntie Zhao rubbed her hands on her apron. âYoung Madam isnât back yetâ¦â
She thought the two of them would come back together.
Li Tingshen pursed his lips tightly and took out his phone to call Ye Qingqiu.
His phone was off.
Her phone had been switched off the entire afternoon.
He then called Xiao Chu.
This morning, Ye Qingqiu had quarreled with him because of Xiao Chu and Xiao Xu. Since she had taken a fancy to Xiao Chuâs work ability, it must be Xiao Chu.
âFind out where she is now?â
Xiao Chu paused for a moment. âIs it Miss Ye? She should be at the latest film restaurant in the Huajin District.â
Such a straightforward answer made Li Tingshen pause and he didnât speak immediately.
Xiao Chu could roughly guess Li Tingshenâs current mood and continued, âThere are some things regarding Miss Ye online. Youâll know when you take a lookâ¦â
Online.
Li Tingshen opened the webpage and saw news of Song Muchi and Ye Qingqiu.
The two of them had lunch together and went to the bridal shop together. Then, they accompanied Song Muchi for an interview and entered the restaurant together.
The reason was that the two of them appeared in front of the fans after recording the interview. The fuse was a wedding photo of Song Muchen and a fan.
No one mentioned that the person in the photo or video was Ye Qingqiu, but those who knew Ye Qingqiu could recognize her at a glance.
Li Tingshenâs eyes were terrifyingly cold.
Aunt Zhao shuddered as she stood at the side.
Li Tingshen put away his phone and glanced at the shoes he had just changed out of. Then, he turned around and walked into the living room.
âAuntie Zhao, go back first.â
Li Tingshen took a glass of water calmly and instructed.
âBut there are still a few dishes leftâ¦â
âIâll do it.â
Auntie Zhao didnât dare to stay any longer. She took off her apron and left with her bag.
After drinking the water, Li Tingshen put the cup down and walked into the kitchen. The dishes were ready, and there was only stir-frying left. There was soup on the stove.
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The set meal that Ye Qingqiu ordered had red wine. Song Muchen didnât drink it and only checked the time frequently.
âIs it hard to eat with me? Youâre counting the minutes and seconds.â
Song Muchen took a sip of water. âIâm just worried that youâll feel uncomfortable if itâs any later.â
Ye Qingqiu blinked. ââ¦Oh, I donât think Iâve finished my homework.â
Song Muchen was speechless.
Song Muchen received a few messages from his assistant and manager.
He was trending.
It was obvious that it had something to do with this woman.
The manager confirmed their relationship and after hearing that they were just friends, she told him not to care about this matter anymore.
Song Muchen didnât take it seriously.
Ye Qingqiu naturally couldnât drive after drinking.
After dinner, Song Muqing handed the scarf to Ye Qingqiu.
âSurround me. Iâll need you later. Itâll be troublesome if you show your face.â
Ye Qingqiu didnât understand, but when she heard the word âtroubleâ, she took over.
Many reporters and fans had gathered at the entrance of the restaurant.
When the two of them went out, Song Muqing shielded Ye Qingqiu behind her.
The fans cried and the reporters interrogated.
Who was she?
Was Song Muchen in love?
Ye Qingqiu was wearing a scarf and a mask.
The assistant explained, but it was useless.
In the end, it was Song Muchen who stopped and shielded Ye Qingqiu with his arm. He stood there with a straight back. His expression was calm and his eyes were indifferent. However, to an easygoing and gentle person, it was enough to show his displeasure.
âIf Iâm in love, I wonât choose to hide it. Itâs a form of respect for my future self, myself, and our relationship. Sheâs just my friend. As for who she is, you donât have to know.â
The fans were no longer excited. They regained their senses and even helped to deal with the relentless reporters.
Song Muchi pulled Ye Qingqiu away.
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At eight oâclock, Li Tingshen stood in front of the French windows in the living room. His gaze pierced through the dark night sky and landed on the familiar car driving slowly into the apartment.
Even though she was on a higher floor, he could still recognize Ye Qingqiu at a glance.
He was too far away to see her expression clearly. He had no idea what she had said to the man who had gotten out of the driverâs seat to open the door for her.
Then, she wrapped the scarf around her neck and handed it to the tall man opposite her.
Then, she said something and walked towards the apartment building.
Song Muqing watched as Ye Qingqiu left. She glanced at the scarf in her hand and put it around her neck.
Li Tingshen narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists in his pockets. His jaw tightened as he turned to leave.
Ye Qingqiu entered the password and opened the door. The lights in the living room were turned on to the brightest. She saw the dark figure sitting on the sofa with her back facing her.
She didnât speak first and placed the car keys on the cabinet. She took off her coat and lowered her head to change her shoes.
When she walked into the living room, Li Tingshen had already stood up and was looking at her calmly.
Ye Qingqiu glanced at him and combed her messy hair.
âAre you back so early today?â
âIâm already back at this time.â
Ye Qingqiu smiled and replied, âOh.â She combed her hair with both hands and walked towards the bedroom with her head lowered.
âYou can wash your hands outside.â
Ever since she entered the room, other than when she saw him glancing at her, his eyes had never lingered on her.
The calmness that Li Tingshen had deliberately maintained was slowly replaced by anger. His voice became tense and cold.
Ye Qingqiu naturally felt it too. âIâm going to take a shower.â
Li Tingshen said calmly, âTake a shower after dinner.â
âIâve already eaten. Didnât you eat? Hurry up and eat.â
As she spoke, she continued walking towards the bedroom.
However, after taking a few steps, she was suddenly pressed against the wall by the bedroom door.
She didnât use much strength, but she still felt a pain in her shoulder, causing her to frown.
âWhat are you doing?â
Ye Qingqiu took a deep breath and growled angrily.
Li Tingshen held her slender waist with one hand. His cold face was so dark that water could drip from it. His tense voice was hoarse and his grip on her waist tightened.
âDid you drink again?â
âYes.â Ye Qingqiu didnât want to hide it. Besides, she couldnât hide it. âCan you let go of me? Iâm tired and want to rest early.â
Li Tingshen inched closer to her, his nose brushing against her cheek as he bent his body to bury himself in her neck.
âI made your favorite dishes. Have dinner with me.â
Ye Qingqiuâs scalp turned numb from his rubbing, but his words were like a bucket of cold water pouring over her head.
She pushed him away. âSince you can smell that Iâve drunk alcohol, you should know that I wasnât joking when I said that Iâve already eaten. Youâre not a child, much less a cripple. You shouldnât have to eat with someone.â
Li Tingshen had never been treated like this before.
The taut string in the air suddenly cracked.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed.
In Ye Qingqiuâs daze, he bent down and reached out to hold her shoulders.
The coldness and anger on his face were no longer concealed.
âHow long do you plan to argue with me, hmm?â
He closed in on her, his cold aura laced with anger.
âFrom the time you were hospitalized after the car accident until now, youâve been indifferent. What are you trying to express to me?â