Chapter 61 This house, the only one left, must have some kind of evil influence...

Having just received her get-out-of-jail-free card, Mo Ningzhi was forced to use it before she could even enjoy it. She never expected her disguise to be exposed so quickly.

“I can explain.”

Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow, his face expressionless, his gaze fixed on Mo Ningzhi's face. After a long while, he said incredulously, "So, you're actually my hater?"

"..." Mo Ningzhi's biggest regret now is that she didn't cut ties with these messy group chats in time. If she had left the group earlier, she wouldn't be in this embarrassing and tense situation now, being caught by Qin Weijin.

"No." Mo Ningzhi replied without hesitation.

Qin Weijin's eyes flickered: "What do you mean?"

“As you know, I used to be an entertainment reporter. To dig up scoops, of course I had to expand my information channels. These groups… are the fastest sources of information,” Mo Ningzhi said.

Qin Weijin nodded, as if accepting this explanation. "Regarding my personal information, allergies, fear of dogs, preferences... were all found out from the group chat?"

"Pretty much, but the messages in the group are a mess, most of them are nonsense, you need to verify them yourself." Mo Ningzhi stared at Qin Weijin, his gaze pausing for a moment.

Although the man still had no expression and showed no emotion, Mo Ningzhi knew that Qin Weijin was not angry at all.

“For example, I thought you were afraid of cats and dogs, but actually you aren’t,” Mo Ningzhi said.

Qin Weijin pondered for a moment, his brows slowly furrowing.

So, Mo Ningzhi's prior knowledge of his being besieged by stalkers, understanding his allergies, getting involved in his private affairs, and taking care of his daily life... was simply because she was in the black group and received the information early on. Her intervention was perhaps just fulfilling her duty.

So all those moments that caught his attention, made his heart flutter, and made him mistakenly believe that Mo Ningzhi loved him uncontrollably were all just his own imagination.

Qin was finding it hard to accept the reality that Jin was in power.

It seems he's been working on his own strategy all along.

No, that's not right either.

Qin asked Jin, "Then you'll stay with me..."

Seeing that his expression was off, Mo Ningzhi immediately learned to answer quickly: "Of course it's because I like it."

Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow. He had never doubted this; his affection and love were evident in Mo Ningzhi's emotionally charged photographs. What he wanted to know was, "When did it start?"

Mo Ningzhi was stunned.

Qin Weijin: "Hmm?" Is it so hard to answer?

Mo Ningzhi pondered for a moment and said, "I don't want to lie to you, but I really can't answer your question."

Qin asked Jin, "Why?"

"Fluttering the heart is just a matter of a moment, but I've had quite a few of those moments with you." Now that things were out in the open, Mo Ningzhi had nothing to hide. Afraid that Qin Weijin would misunderstand, he said whatever came to mind.

Qin straightened up for Jin. "One last question."

"Go ahead and ask."

When was the first time you felt your heart flutter?

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

A scene flashed through his mind, and remembering the time, he pursed his lips.

Qin Weijin urged, "Hmm? Is it inconvenient to say?"

Mo Ningzhi opened her mouth and said, "I forgot."

Qin Weijin chuckled softly, "I don't believe it."

Mo Ningzhi's face clearly showed embarrassment at remembering something. He had only asked casually, but he didn't expect Mo Ningzhi to actually remember. Judging from his expression, it was probably a specific moment.

Qin Weijin became interested and gently stroked Mo Ningzhi's cheek with his fingertip. "Tell me about it."

Mo Ningzhi pursed her lips, and finally said as if giving up, "T country, you go up on stage and speak."

That was the first time he heard a heartbeat. At the time, he thought it was the heartbeat of the fans around him. Later, he realized that in such a noisy environment, with fans all around him cheering, it was impossible for him to hear anyone else's heartbeat.

Therefore, it can only belong to him.

Mo Ning realized too late that he had fallen in love with the radiant Qin Weijin from that moment on.

After listening, Qin Weijin smiled and said, "So early."

Seeing Qin Weijin's ambiguous smile, Mo Ningzhi rushed over and cupped his face, pressing down on the corners of his upturned lips with her two thumbs. "Don't laugh. So what about you? When did you start?"

Qin Weijin was overjoyed and took the opportunity to hug Mo Ningzhi, who was throwing himself into his arms, and gently kissed him. "I'm so happy."

Mo Ningzhi leaned back and raised her hand to stop him, demanding an answer, "I'm asking you a question, don't interrupt."

His strength seemed insufficient against Qin Weijin. Mo Ningzhi was hooked and kissed for a while until the watch box fell to the ground, which startled him. "Wait, let me apply the medicine first."

Qin Weijin pressed the tip of his nose against his forehead, "We'll wipe it together later."

"..."

...

Excessive indulgence will indeed bring trouble.

The next morning, Mo Ningzhi discovered that Qin Weijin's allergy symptoms had worsened, spreading from below his neck to the side of his face.

"I told you not to mess around, but you insisted on causing trouble." Mo Ningzhi frowned as she searched for medicine, sending Zhang Yuyu a photo of Qin Weijin's affected area. "With so many red rashes, what if they don't go away by the day of the ceremony?"

"It's not that serious. The awards ceremony is still a month away, and these symptoms aren't that bad." Qin Weijin poured two glasses of milk, picked up one of them, and pressed it against Mo Ningzhi's face: "Drink some."

Mo Ningzhi didn't take it. He raised his hand and pushed it away with the back of his hand. "I have medicine in my hand. I'll drink it later. Don't move around. Go sit in the living room."

There's a press conference this afternoon where Qin Weijin will respond to the rumors and try to minimize the impact. Mo Ningzhi got up at six in the morning and saw Qin Weijin wearing a polka-dot scarf as soon as she left her room. She was so anxious she didn't know what to do.

Unfortunately, the patient was irresponsible and insisted on chasing him around the house with the ointment, almost chasing him into the bathroom.

Mo Ningzhi really wanted to tie the person up with a rope.

A moment later, the doorbell rang. Mo Ningzhi opened the door and saw Zhang Yuyu rushing over. "How is Brother Jin? The rash is so widespread. Does he have a fever? I came as soon as I got the news. Which room is he in?"

Mo Ningzhi pointed helplessly: "Over there."

Zhang Yuyu rushed over and soon exclaimed, "...Brother Jin, why are you still running around in the kitchen? You should be resting now. Come out first, let me check you out."

Qin Weijin didn't move, but glanced at the steamer on the stove. "Yuyu's here. Have you had breakfast? I steamed some xiaolongbao. Want some?"

Zhang Yuyu: "..."

Mo Ningzhi handed over a rope that had been taken from a package: "Want it?"

...

In order to avoid being violently suppressed, Qin Weijin finally stopped his childish behavior and obediently sat on the sofa in the living room for Zhang Yuyu to examine him.

"The symptoms are quite severe. The rash hasn't gone away by the afternoon, and you also have a slight fever. Brother Jin, did you eat something you shouldn't have?" Zhang Yuyu asked.

Qin Weijin said, "I knew I ate some cherries and strawberries yesterday."

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Zhang Yuyu was stunned for a moment: "Brother Jin, I was asking about you."

I ate a little too.

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Zhang Yuyu immediately became anxious upon hearing this, "How could you touch these two fruits? Cherries and strawberries are severe allergens for you. Eating random things can cause serious problems. I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out right now."

"No need, I didn't eat much either," Qin Weijin said with a regretful tone.

Mo Ningzhi couldn't stand it anymore and glared at Zhang Yuyu from an angle where she couldn't see. "I applied medicine as soon as I noticed the allergy yesterday, and I also took the oral medication. I didn't have a fever last night. Here's the medicine I used, take a look."

Zhang Yuyu took it and looked at it, "How many times did you wipe it?"

Including the time she chased after him to wipe it this morning, Mo Ningzhi said, "Three times."

“That should be fine,” Zhang Yuyu said. “It’s not convenient to go to the hospital at this time, so let’s rest at home for now. I’ll go and get back to Brother Zhan; the press conference this afternoon might have to be postponed.”

Mo Ningzhi thought about it for a moment. There was still plenty of time. The online public opinion was gradually turning around. The public relations tactics were good. They released some evidence of Qin Weijin doing charity work in private. In addition, the group of internet celebrities cooperated very well. This scandal was a close call.

If the news of Qin Weijin's illness were to spread at this time, it would not harm him.

“Okay, you handle it for him. I’ll call Agent Zhan.” Mo Ningzhi said.

"Alright."

When the call was made, just like Zhang Yuyu, Zhan Linzhou was also curious about Qin Weijin's allergen. In order to match Zhang Yuyu's answer, Mo Ningzhi had no choice but to say that he had accidentally eaten some strawberries.

Zhan Linzhou asked anxiously on the other end, "How are you now? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Zhang Yuyu said it's not necessary for the time being, but the afternoon press conference will be postponed."

After a moment's thought, Zhan Linzhou said, "The delay is fine. Take good care of him. If his fever hasn't subsided by the afternoon and the rash hasn't gone away, I'll have Xiao Guo take him to the hospital."

"good."

Zhan Linzhou hesitated for a moment: "Please take good care of him."

Mo Ningzhi was taken aback: "Of course."

Taking care of Qin Weijin had long been more than just his responsibility.

Just after hanging up the phone, before Mo Ningzhi had even returned to the living room, Mo Tingzhou called again.

Mo Ningzhi stopped in her tracks: "Dad."

The old man snorted coldly, seemingly angry at someone, "You're still home?"

"Where else could I be if I'm not home?" Mo Ningzhi asked. "What do you want?"

Mo Tingzhou was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is that guy? Is he here?"

"Which one?"

"..." Mo Tingzhou understood what Mo Ningzhi meant, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Qin became Jin."

"We're off today, would you like to come over?"

"..."

Mo Tingzhou used to always look forward to living under the same roof as his son, even if it was just to have a peaceful meal together. But ever since he was provoked yesterday, his heart couldn't take it. "I'm not going. Come home tomorrow. I need to talk to you."

"I'm not going." Mo Ningzhi said without hesitation, "Tell me what's on your mind now."

"You little rascal, I haven't even settled accounts with you for taking so much money from the account yet. Is it wrong for you to go home for a meal?" Mo Tingzhou's voice rose considerably, while Zhou Suiyin's gentle coaxing came from the background, telling him to be gentler.

Mo Ningzhi frowned upon hearing this: "You checked my accounts."

"Who cares? My assistant noticed a large sum of money flowing out and reported it to me. Did you buy a house?"

Mo Ningzhi knew immediately that he wasn't lying. The old man only knew that he had spent money, but he didn't know where the money went. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm. He vaguely brushed it off, "I really don't have time. I'm very busy these days. Let's talk about it when I'm done. I'll definitely find time to spend two days with you."

"Alright then." Mo Tingzhou was finally satisfied. "Sometimes I find it quite strange. Last time, your attitude clearly showed that you accepted us as a family, but I feel that you are even less willing to come home."

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

He was not surprised by Mo Tingzhou's keen insight. If anyone in the world understood him best, it would be Mo Tingzhou.

Mo Ningzhi opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had grown up and didn't need his family to worry about him too much, but the door to the guest room next to him suddenly opened. Qin Weijin, his clothes half-open, looked down at him and said, "I didn't bring many clothes. Can I wear yours for now?"

Mo Ningzhi's gaze paused for a moment, then slowly fell on the slightly open lines of his chest.

...She's even prettier than in the photos.

Mo Tingzhou clearly heard the ambiguous tone, and was furious, so he slammed down the phone.

"Oh ho." Mo Ningzhi glanced at her phone.

Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow, noticing something was wrong: "Whose call was that?"

“My dad.” Mo Ningzhi put away her phone and smiled. “He must have heard what you said. He hung up the phone in a really bad mood.”

Qin for Jin: "..."

"Don't worry, even if he objects, he won't dare to control me too much." Mo Ningzhi leaned against the wall: "This is the result of my rebellious years."

Qin Weijin looked at him and said, "You're quite proud of yourself?"

"Of course we are proud that only one fruit has survived."

Qin Weijin liked his smug look. He flicked Mo Ningzhi's chin with his thumb, making Mo Ningzhi lift his face. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm quite proud too."

Mo Ningzhi chuckled twice, "Let's go eat. I'm hungry even if you're not."

He turned around naturally, and after taking only two steps, he met Zhang Yuyu's blank eyes. The little girl was holding the medicine box in both hands, as if she had been frightened into a daze.

Mo Ningzhi sighed: "..."

This has happened three times already; there must be something wrong with this house.