Chapter 12 Temporary Cohabitation: Do you want to see who says something worse...?

Mo Ningzhi had some impression of this actress.

The girl's name is Yang Lian. She has been in the industry for less than ten years, but she has excellent resources and many representative works. Last year, she became famous for a costume fantasy drama that ignited the summer season. At that time, she had advertisements for several beverages, clothing and cosmetics, and her beautiful face could be seen everywhere.

Moreover, Yang Lian is known for her low-key and humble personality, and has a good reputation among the general public.

Just a few months ago, rumors about Yang Lian and Qin Weijin's affair surfaced in a group of anti-fans, but due to a lack of evidence, Mo Ningzhi did not believe them entirely.

Surprisingly, even he made a mistake.

Judging from how lovey-dovey they are, they've definitely been secretly seeing each other for a while now.

If Mo Ningzhi had been an entertainment reporter during that time, this revelation would definitely have been a major highlight of his journalistic career.

It's a pity that he's just an assistant now, and at times like this he can only keep watch to prevent entertainment reporters from lying in wait and catching Qin Weijin off guard and making him a trending topic.

He and Xiao Liu exchanged a glance. The latter awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, opened the door, got out of the car, and went to keep watch.

"Brother Jin, could you give me a little time? I have something I want to tell you."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, it's too late now."

Qin Weijin frowned, but his attention was actually entirely on his assistant beside him.

Mo Ningzhi leaned listlessly against the back of the car, his elongated shadow stretching to his feet.

His gaze appeared faint in the moonlight, as if veiled by a layer of mist. His eyes swept over us lightly, seemingly casually, yet filled with unspeakable contempt.

It's like watching a story about a heartless and ungrateful man like Chen Shimei.

“But you usually don’t pay much attention to me.” Yang Lian looked aggrieved. She was pretty, and even when she looked upset, she looked pitiful. “I received a call from the production team today. Thank you for helping me get the role. I want to thank you in person.”

Mo Ningzhi's gaze shifted between the two of them, and she inadvertently stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

...Did Qin Weijin and Yang Lian not only have a secret relationship, but also exchange resources?

He secretly surveyed his surroundings, but all he could hear was the two of them having an intimate conversation. Time was of the essence, and Mo Ningzhi didn't want to listen to Qin Weijin's scumbag words. Leaning against the car, he slowly spoke up to remind them, "Gentlemen, could we find another place to talk? This place is too likely to go viral."

Yang Lian's expression brightened: "Is it okay for Brother Jin?"

Qin Weijin's lips twitched slightly downwards. He turned his head in the night, glanced at Mo Ningzhi's face, and then said to Yang Lian indifferently, "It's too late and inconvenient. I'll have Zhan Linzhou pick you up."

Yang Lian: "Is it for Brother Jin..."

Qin Weijin didn't say anything more, got back into the car, closed the door, and his refusal to talk made Yang Lian's face even paler and more helpless.

Tsk tsk tsk.

What a poignant situation: the falling flowers are full of affection, but the flowing water is heartless.

Mo Ningzhi curled her lips sarcastically and took out her phone to call Zhan Linzhou.

As I turned around, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a light in the flowerbed in the distance.

After hanging up the phone, he slowly walked over.

...

Two people were hiding in the bushes.

One man, short and stout, was holding a camera, while the other, with a thin beard and a pair of binoculars, was intently watching Qin Weijin's house.

"Did you get a picture? Be careful not to stay too long or you'll be spotted."

"No, the angle is bad. It's all about the assistant behind the car, and you can't see Qin Weijin at all... Damn it, is this assistant doing this on purpose? He found the perfect angle, just enough to block Qin Weijin. The shot is unusable."

The man holding the binoculars said irritably, "I told you to take pictures of Qin Weijin, why are you taking pictures of your assistant? If this angle isn't right, find another one. What are you dawdling about? We finally waited for Qin Weijin to come back, so we must get a clear shot of his face. We can't miss this big news."

"Okay, then I'll go somewhere else." The short, stout man stood up, holding his camera. As he looked up, he suddenly noticed a figure that had appeared by the wall.

On a dark and windy night, in a secluded corner, the cold wind whistled past my ears.

Whew.

The words "murder and robbery" flashed through my mind.

"Oh my god!" The short, fat man stumbled and stepped on a piece of soft cartilage.

"Ouch! You fatso, you stepped on my hand!"

"..."

Chaos erupted in the bushes. The two entertainment reporters, as if they had seen a ghost, stumbled and jumped off the flowerbed, ready to run away.

"You two."

Two fingers lightly hooked around the back of their collars, and a calm voice came from behind: "Since you're already here, let's chat before you leave."

Entertainment reporter x2: "…………"

Who the hell wants to talk to you?

The bearded man turned around and retorted, "Oh, it's a living person! Look how scared we were, we almost had a heart attack. Don't stand in such a dark place next time."

The short, stout man patted his chest and nodded vigorously.

He then cleverly hid the camera behind his back.

Mo Ningzhi knew all the excuses people would use after being caught taking photos without permission. He pulled the two rabbits back, dusted off his fingers, and said, "This is a private residence. You know you can't take photos here, right?"

“Of course we know, that’s why we only filmed the public areas.” The bearded man grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth. “We didn’t film anything inside the doors and windows.”

Mo Ningzhi reminded her, "But the yard is also a private space."

The two of them: "..."

The short, stout man hid the camera behind his back again. "We didn't take any pictures. You're blocking Qin Weijin. Our photos have no content at all."

Mo Ningzhi: "I don't believe it."

The two of them: "..."

Believe it or not!

"They're just entertainment reporters and paparazzi, why are you wasting your breath arguing with him?" the bearded man said. "No matter what, we say we didn't take any pictures, and that's final. You can't search us."

"I can't," Mo Ningzhi smiled innocently, "but someone can. If you don't want to spend the whole night here, how about we cooperate?"

...

Zhan Linzhou rushed over a dozen minutes later, sweating profusely. The brakes screeched as he slammed the door shut and got out of the car, yelling angrily, "Yang Lian, do you know what time it is? How could you come here?"

Yang Lian glanced timidly at the closed doors and windows of the van and whispered, "Brother Zhan, I'm sorry."

Zhan Linzhou looked troubled: "Get in the car with me."

Yang Lian glanced reluctantly at Qin Weijin's van, pursed her lips, and finally got in.

Zhan Linzhou closed the car door, walked to Qin Weijin's car, and opened the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to suddenly come over. I'll have her agent and assistant keep an eye on her from now on."

Qin Weijin rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I can't stop him. Find me another place to stay."

After a moment's thought, Zhan Linzhou agreed: "Okay, I'll get it done as soon as possible... Where's Mo Ningzhi? Is he not here?"

"Manager Zhan, I'm here." A voice came from behind.

Zhan Linzhou glanced at his slightly wrinkled shirt, disheveled hair, and two torn leaves on his shoulder, and asked suspiciously, "What have you been doing? Your clothes are ruined like this?"

Mo Ningzhi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "We encountered two entertainment reporters, and there was a slight mishap during the negotiation."

The bearded man, unwilling to cooperate but unable to shake off Mo Ningzhi, grabbed a handful of fine sand in a fit of rage, threw it over Mo Ningzhi's head, and ran away.

Fortunately, Mo Ningzhi was prepared and seized the camera when the two turned around. He was familiar with these instruments and easily removed the SD card.

The two men, who had injured someone first, didn't dare to make a scene and could only watch helplessly as he took the small card.

After hearing this, Qin Weijin subconsciously looked at the dimly lit street behind him: "Are you alright?"

Mo Ningzhi smiled and held out her hand, revealing a small black card in her palm: "It's okay, the photos have all been deleted, there were no backups."

"I'm asking you." Qin Weijin looked at him, his brow still furrowed.

Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment, then said, "I'm fine too."

"Don't be so impulsive next time." Qin Weijin got out of the car, and Mo Ningzhi was shrouded in a deep dark shadow. "What if you get hurt in a fight?"

Mo Ningzhi laughed and said, "Not all entertainment reporters are so tasteless."

Qin Weijin frowned and looked over.

"I understand, Brother Jin. I'll be more careful next time," Mo Ningzhi said, changing her tune.

Qin Weijin nodded, "Go back and rest early, and come back to work tomorrow afternoon."

Zhan Linzhou then found an opportunity to interject, "I have something to do tomorrow and won't be going to the studio. Since you two are both here, I'll make the arrangements here."

Qin for Jin: "What?"

"The new drama is being released and is receiving a very good response overseas. In a few days, a major video website in Country T will invite us to participate in a promotional exchange meeting. This will be very helpful for your international image, and I have already agreed," Zhan Linzhou said.

Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow. So what? What does it have to do with him?

"The fans over there really like you and have even formed a fan club to support you, so you'd better speak a few words of the local language at the event."

Qin nodded to Jin, offering no objection.

Country T's cultural and entertainment industry has been extremely developed in recent years, and it is also very tolerant of foreign countries. It has even awarded several prestigious prizes to imported films, making it a market worth developing.

“Then find me a spoken English teacher, and I’ll take time to study after 10 p.m.,” Qin Weijin said.

Zhan Linzhou smiled and said, "There's no need to look for a teacher. We have one right here."

It wasn't until the two of them turned to look at her that Mo Ningzhi came to her senses. "Me?"

“Your resume lists several foreign languages, including T language. I remember you have an advanced certificate,” Zhan Linzhou said. “Then teach Weijin a few words. It doesn’t need to be too professional, just common spoken language will do. I’ll pay you extra overtime.”

Mo Ningzhi hesitated, wondering whether to refuse.

If he studies spoken English after 10 PM, even if it's only for two hours, he won't get home until the early hours of the morning. He still has to go to work the next day, and he simply can't handle the mental strain.

“Wei Jin’s schedule is very full lately. He’ll probably finish teaching spoken English around midnight. How about this, you stay at his house for a few nights, and then go home after you return from Thailand. Time is a bit tight, so it would be best to start teaching tonight.” Zhan Linzhou looked at him: “Is there any difficulty?”

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Did you even give him a chance to consider it before asking him everything was arranged?

...

Ten minutes later, Qin Weijin led Mo Ningzhi home.

Mo Ningzhi remained silent throughout the journey, not actively seeking topics of conversation, and responded to his questions with monosyllabic words.

Even if it was just a perfunctory response, Mo Ningzhi did it without any real sincerity. He let out a low, indistinct sound from the bottom of his throat, making it difficult to tell whether he was being sarcastic or just agreeing.

Ironically, their attitude was quite good; at least they were responsive to every request, leaving Qin with no grounds for criticism in serving Jin.

"The guest room is on your left. It has a bathroom and new toiletries in the cabinet," Qin Weijin explained to him. "Just let me know if you need anything else."

Mo Ningzhi stood at the door of the guest room and looked inside: "That's enough."

Qin Weijin casually loosened his tie, unbuttoning two buttons, looking relaxed and dashing. "Then why don't you take a shower first?"

Mo Ningzhi slowly stepped back and shook her head slowly: "Let's take care of business first, then we can wash up."

"Okay." Qin Weijin glanced at him. Even though the boy's attitude hadn't changed, he inexplicably felt that he looked a little obedient. "Then come with me, let's go to the second floor."

Mo Ningzhi followed him: "Studying in the room?"

"Study. Do you intend to teach in bed?" So sleepy?

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

"…………"

Qin Weijin took two steps forward, his expression somewhat off. He held back for a moment, then turned to look at Mo Ningzhi very seriously, "Try not to make such ambiguous conversations next time."

Mo Ningzhi: "???"

Big brother?

Do you want to see who says something worse?

A note from the author:

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