Chapter 37 The Black Group, not the Black Qin, returned for Jin, his expression unusually...

Mo Ningzhi thought that no one except insiders would know that Qin Weijin was temporarily staying at his house, but he didn't expect that not long after he got up the next day, there were 99+ new messages in the QQ group chat.

When Mo Ningzhi opened her eyes, she subconsciously reached for her phone to check the time. Upon seeing the familiar message "I think we're all sick" on the screen, along with the obviously unusual 99+ comments, she instantly woke up from her drowsiness and hesitated to click on it for a long time.

[I'm sick but I won't get treatment; I'll pass it on to my dog]: Breaking news—Last night, Qin Weijin's agent, Zhan Linzhou, led lawyers to collect evidence late at night! It's suspected they were followed home by a sasaeng fan!

[Cotton candy for cerebral palsy]: Authenticity guaranteed?

[I'm sick but I won't get treatment; I'll just pass it on to my dog]: Of course! I have my own channels. Anyway, the evidence is conclusive, and the police station educated the two people overnight and fined them.

[Popular Little Lucky Koi]: What if Qin became Jin? Were you terrified?

[Eating, Sleeping, and Playing with Beans]: @PopularLittleKoi, you still care about him? Have you forgotten that this used to be a group of haters?

[Dongshi shopping]: I've also heard about the cotton candy cure cerebral palsy story, and it's probably true. But most importantly, do you know where Qin Weijin went last night?

[Marshmallows for Cerebral Palsy]: Do you have inside information?

[I'm sick but I won't get treatment, I'll just pass it on to my dog]: Where else could he go? His address has been exposed, he'll be scared to death. He'll probably move out overnight and hide in some unknown address. Did he cancel his schedule today? He can pretend to be terrified by being followed by sasaeng fans and then play the victim in front of his fans.

[Dong Shi shopping]: I don't know if he was pitiful or not, but I do know that Qin Weijin didn't leave that neighborhood last night, and no one from the studio went to pick him up. Most importantly, the new assistant also lives in that building.

[The Popular Little Lucky Koi]: How did you know?

[Dongshi Shopping]: Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm an intern entertainment reporter. I just started last week and was assigned by my supervisor to follow up on Qin Weijin's story. I've been staking out the apartment complex for five days now. They've been going in and out together the whole time, and once they enter a building at night, they don't come out again. They definitely live together; if not cohabiting, they're neighbors. After this incident, it makes even more sense that they're living together. Sigh, that's life. The more you hate something, the more God makes you do it. If anyone has any scoops in the future, feel free to share them with me, and I'll send out red envelopes (cash gifts).

[Steel Ball Dumplings]: No problem, no problem.

[I've heard that idiots often pronounce names]: So, the source of the information is credible, after all, it's firsthand.

[Popular Assistant]: So, in conclusion, we can say that they're secretly living together?

Mo Ningzhi: "…………"

Back then, Mo Ningzhi carefully selected certain group chats to delve into, precisely because he valued the excellent gossip abilities of these group members. They could create a headline with just a few words. However, if he had known that one day he would also become the subject of conversation and become news in other people's mouths, he definitely wouldn't have done such a foolish thing.

It was getting late. Mo Ningzhi yawned, got out of bed, and started typing in the group chat while brushing her teeth.

[Goodmorning]: Even if you live together, it's just a temporary stay, it has nothing to do with cohabitation, right?

As soon as he posted it, familiar IDs immediately popped up.

[A small act of impatience can lead to a big act of cuteness]: You haven't been online to criticize Qin Weijin for a long time, so it's normal that you're out of touch with information. You have no idea how ambiguous Qin Weijin's relationship with his assistant is.

[Goodmorning]: ? ? ?

[I'm sick but I won't get treatment, I'll leave it to my dog]: First of all, it all started with the hugging on the cruise ship. On her first day on the job, the assistant was seen embracing Qin Weijin in a high-profile manner. You can see more pictures by scrolling up. There were also later incidents of getting out of the car to persuade stalkers to leave, grabbing a reporter's camera with one hand, and walking in the rain together under the same umbrella... I can't even finish talking about all the juicy gossip about them. You can tell just by looking at the group name. It used to be called "Qin Weijin won't leave the industry or change his name." I don't know which bastard changed it. It's so nonsensical and makes everyone seem like they're all sick.

[Gudemonin]: ...

Mo Ningzhi couldn't find the right words to describe it, so she could only use a few ellipses to express her feelings, but she didn't expect it to be misinterpreted as having another meaning.

[I'm sick but I won't get treatment, I'll just pass it on to my dog]: You also find this speechless, right? Now this group of haters isn't like a hater group, and the haters aren't like haters either. I'm starting to lose track of who I am.

Mo Ningzhi felt that she dared not look at any group chats for the time being. She turned off the screen, patted her face to wake herself up, and then left the room.

The house was quiet; Li Yan wasn't there, and Qin Weijin didn't seem to be there either.

Why are you all leaving so early?

Li Yan is one thing, he often leaves early and returns late, and he is often entangled in trivial matters at the company, but he is Qin Weijin's assistant, so why doesn't he ask him to go out to work?

"Get up." A sudden voice came from behind.

Mo Ningzhi turned her head and saw Qin Weijin still wearing the unfashionable chicken essence apron from yesterday, carrying two breakfasts, coming out from the direction of the kitchen. "Have you washed up? Breakfast is ready."

Mo Ningzhi was flattered: "Brother Jin, we can let last night go, but you shouldn't be in charge of breakfast either."

"Didn't we agree that I would cook to pay for the room?" Qin Weijin placed two pairs of chopsticks on the side of the bowl and looked up to gesture for him to sit down and eat.

Mo Ningzhi held her chopsticks in silence: "..."

When did they agree to this?

Breakfast was Chinese-style, which suited Mo Ningzhi's taste perfectly. Neither he nor Qin Weijin were the type to chat while eating, so they ate in silence until...

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong"

"Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong"

"..."

Mo Ningzhi paused, subconsciously searching for his phone. Following the slight vibration, he saw it placed on the dining table, not far from Qin Weijin.

At home, Mo Ningzhi subconsciously relaxes and always leaves her phone, earphones, and chargers lying around. If she can't find them, she just uses the voice assistant to call out. Her phone is easy to find, but she always loses her earphone chargers. Even if she has ten sets at home, it's not enough.

Now, he casually tossed the phone in front of Qin Weijin.

The penguin colony was still chiming.

Qin Weijin raised his head and turned to look to the side.

"Brother Jin!" Before he could even see what was on his phone screen, Qin Weijin felt someone cup his face in their hands.

Those hands slowly turned his face back.

Qin Weijin glanced at Mo Ningzhi, who was practically slumped over the dining table, and after a long while, he finally managed to recover from his shock and ask, "What... are you doing?"

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

He didn't even know what he was doing. In that split second, between the more distant phone and the readily available Qin Weijin, he chose the latter without hesitation.

He hadn't thought much about it when he did it, but now that he'd calmed down, Mo Ningzhi felt a bit like chopping off his hand. He froze in his hand-cupping-the-face gesture, gave a dry laugh, and said drearily, "It's nothing, I just felt... I felt..."

I racked my brains but couldn't find the right words to ease the awkwardness.

"You looked especially handsome from a certain angle just now."

Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"I want to see more," Mo Ningzhi said seriously.

"..."

Qin Weijin remained motionless as he held her up. "Have you seen enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough." Mo Ningzhi quickly let go of her hand, grabbed her phone back, and glanced at the screen guiltily. Sure enough, she saw that some "sick" group chat had started to entertain itself again.

Fortunately, he acted quickly and was not discovered by Qin Weijin.

"I'm done eating, Jin-ge, you can eat slowly. Just leave the bowls in the kitchen and I'll wash them." Mo Ningzhi grabbed the bowls, plates, and phone and ran off.

Qin Weijin stared intently at his retreating figure, then lowered his gaze and touched his own face after a moment.

...

Because they were a little late in the morning, Mo Ningzhi and Qin Weijin arrived at the film set ten minutes late.

Fortunately, Ling Mo and Xu Mingtiao's scenes were filmed first, so their filming wasn't delayed.

Just a few minutes after arriving at the set, Zhan Linzhou, whom we hadn't seen in a long time, also appeared. After greeting Director Hou, he took Qin Weijin and his assistants to the car for a small meeting.

“The exposure of your address is no small matter. Those two people were already taught a lesson last night, but since they didn’t cause any real harm, they were only fined a little. They need to be extra careful when going to and from get off work from now on.” Zhan Linzhou said meticulously, “Xiao Liu, take a different route home from get off work in the future. Don’t use the main gate of the community. Don’t stick to a fixed route. Change it as you go.”

"Okay, Manager Zhan, I understand."

Xiao Guo asked, "Brother Jin, aren't you moving?"

"We're not moving for now," Qin Weijin said. "It's too much trouble, and we've moved too many times in the past six months. Each time, we couldn't stay long before they found out. The property management has already given an explanation and promised to manage things more strictly. Let's leave it at that for now. Is there anything else?"

Zhan Linzhou nodded and continued, "Then let's listen to Wei Jin. There's one more thing. You've been filming for a while now, and your Weibo account hasn't been active for a bit. There have been a lot of leaked photos of your show, and it's even trended on Weibo a few times. Director Hou's idea is that you lead actors should take advantage of this momentum and create some buzz on Weibo. Xu Mingtiao and Ling Mo have already posted."

It's perfectly normal for actors to cooperate with the production team for promotion. Usually, there are dedicated people responsible for writing the copy and pictures, and the actors just need to forward them.

These tasks were always handled by his assistant, Xu Hangxing. Qin Weijin had no intention of posting them himself. He glanced at the time and handed his phone to Zhan Linzhou: "It's getting late. I'm going to do my makeup first. You know the Weibo password. Leave the phone in the car after you post it."

Zhan Linzhou nodded: "Okay."

Just as Mo Ningzhi was about to get out of the car with Qin Weijin, Zhan Linzhou's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and suddenly stopped Mo Ningzhi, who was closest to him. "Ningzhi, I have an important call and can't get away. I'll leave the Weibo post to you. The repost text has been edited. Just check if there are any typos and post it directly."

Upon hearing this, Qin Weijin paused, a sudden sense of panic rising within him.

But he quickly calmed down. It was probably because it concerned Mo Ningzhi that he subconsciously became nervous. There was nothing shameful on his phone, so why was he suddenly panicking?

Mo Ningzhi took the phone. "Okay."

Zhan Linzhou handed him the phone, then turned around and went to the back seat to answer it. "Mr. Zhang, it's me. New investment..."

Qin Weijin's phone was already unlocked, and Mo Ningzhi found Weibo without much effort. Just as he clicked on the icon, the car door suddenly opened, and Qin Weijin returned, his face unusually flustered. "Wait."

Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment when she saw the Weibo interface, then slowly looked up at Qin Weijin.

On the phone screen, on my Weibo profile.

A Weibo ID consists of only one line of letters.

——Qjqin.