Chapter 15: Words on his face, yet Mo Ningzhi felt he clearly heard them…
Because he had to rush to a meeting in the capital, Qin Weijin took a plane back early the next morning. However, perhaps because he was too tired recently, Mo Ningzhi noticed that Qin Weijin was spacing out for a long time.
This state extends beyond daily life to work.
"What's wrong with you lately? You seem to be spacing out a lot."
On set, Zhan Linzhou would bring him food when he had a break. Four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, but Qin Weijin didn't even touch his chopsticks.
He stared blankly into the distance.
He didn't even hear him speak.
Zhan Linzhou looked in the direction of his gaze and saw Xiao Guo and several assistants, including Mo Ningzhi, sitting on a bench under a tree, eating the seafood rice he had brought.
There's nothing strange about them.
Zhan Linzhou snapped his fingers in front of the dazed man, forcibly bringing him back to his senses, "For Jin."
"Huh? What?"
"What are you thinking about?" Zhan Linzhou said, "I called you several times but you didn't respond. Have you been too tired lately? I've set aside a day for you next week so you can get some rest."
Qin Weijin turned his gaze away from Mo Ningzhi and asked, "It's nothing. What time is the flight tomorrow?"
As agreed, he is to travel to Country T tomorrow to participate in an event.
Zhan Linzhou said, "One o'clock in the afternoon."
Qin Weijin nodded. Just as he was about to start shooting the afternoon's photos, he quickly ate lunch, gathered his thoughts, and resumed shooting.
The photo shoot lasted all afternoon, during which a photography team was responsible for providing Qin Weijin's costumes, leaving Mo Ningzhi with some free time.
During his break, he received a call from Zhou Suiyin.
"Aunt Zhou."
"Ningzhi, I hope I didn't disturb your work," Zhou Suiyin said.
"No, is there something you need?"
"Here's the thing, your dad is so happy to know you're coming back. The cook has been busy for a while now, saying he wants to cook you some soup-filled yellow croaker himself. Are you free to come home for dinner today? Try the fish your dad makes."
Mo Ningzhi glanced at the date. There were still two days left until the old man's birthday celebration. After returning from Taiwan, Qin Weijin had a free day in his schedule, which was perfect for him to go back and attend the banquet.
"I'm busy today."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Suiyin's voice came through the receiver, indicating that she had switched to speakerphone.
A slightly aged voice said with displeasure, "Why did you call him! Are you trying to make a fool of yourself by showing off your own father? Hang up, hang up."
Zhou Suiyin laughed and said, "I asked Ningzhi more than twenty times this morning when he would be back, but you got upset when I actually called to ask."
Old Mo was so angry that his voice rose to an extremely high level: "Bullshit! That little bastard loves to roll around, you're not allowed to hit him!"
Zhou Suiyin reluctantly turned off the speakerphone and went to a quiet place. "Ningzhi, don't listen to your dad. He cares about his reputation. Tell him in advance when you're coming back, and I'll have Xiao Zhang pick you up."
"No need, Aunt Zhou, I'll come back on my own."
Zhou Suiyin: "Okay, okay, then you should take care of yourself and not overwork yourself."
Zhou Suiyin hung up the phone and shook her head helplessly. The father and son were alike, stubborn and unyielding. She wondered how long the cold war would last.
As she was thinking, she turned around and was startled to see her eldest son standing behind her. "Son, what are you doing standing here? You scared me!"
Zhou Yaozheng, holding a glass of water with one hand in his pocket, looking dashing in his suit, asked, "Are you calling Ning Zhi?"
Zhou Suiyin said, "Yes, he's just like your Uncle Mo, very stubborn. He said he won't be coming back for dinner today."
Zhou Yaozheng: "What about the birthday party?"
“He agreed to come back.”
Zhou Yaozheng nodded, put down his water glass, and buttoned up his suit jacket. "Then I'll go to the company first. There's a problem with the landing of a project at the Haishi company. I have to go on a business trip this afternoon, so I won't be eating at home tonight."
"You're leaving too?" Zhou Suiyin sighed. "When will you be back?"
Zhou Yaozheng lowered his eyes: "I don't know yet. I'll try my best to come back before Uncle Mo's birthday."
Zhou Suiyin nodded: "It's been typhoon season lately, so take good care of yourself. You can never earn all the money in the world. Also, remember to say hello to your Uncle Mo before you go out."
Zhou Yaozheng nodded, turned and left.
...
The next day at noon, Mo Ningzhi and Qin Weijin flew to T country.
Qin Weijin is also very popular overseas. A large number of fans greeted him at the airport. Considering the security situation in this country, Zhan Linzhou also assigned a strong bodyguard team to protect Qin Weijin's safety, which also reduced the workload of the assistants.
Before even leaving the airport, Qin Weijin was so crowded by enthusiastic fans that he could hardly move forward.
Several screaming men even broke through the bodyguards and rushed at Qin Weijin.
He was jostled and stumbled.
Before he could even see what was happening, his wrist was grasped by a cool hand. Qin Weijin was stunned for a moment and looked at Mo Ningzhi.
The screams became even more piercing in an instant.
The assistant helped him up, her face serious as she observed the surroundings. She held his wrist with her left hand and gently put her arm around his shoulder with her right, helping him into the car.
The noise only gradually subsided when the car had driven far away from the airport.
Mo Ningzhi looked at his feet with a helpless expression.
This is the eighth pair of shoes he has worn out this week.
The casualty rate was ridiculously high.
Fortunately, he had already learned from experience and had brought a spare in his bag, so he could just find a place to change after getting off the bus.
Then he looked up and found that Qin Weijin was actually looking at him.
"Is something wrong, Brother Jin?"
“…No.” Qin Weijin withdrew his gaze.
Mo Ningzhi smiled, her eyes filled with a captivating light: "This is the seventh time you've observed me, Brother Jin. You can ask me any questions you may have."
Qin for Jin: "..."
He thought he was observing things discreetly, but he never expected that Mo Ning would know everything about him.
"It's nothing," Qin Weijin said. "I was just thinking about the T language pronunciation you taught me."
Mo Ningzhi rested her chin on her hand and nodded: "Then do you remember?"
"Um."
"So... I have writing on my face?" One glance is enough to review?
Qin for Jin: "..."
When Qin Weijin met Mo Ningzhi's mischievous gaze, he was suddenly taken aback.
From that night on, he was terrified by his discovery, but it was just speculation. Without evidence, no matter how many clues pointed to it, it could not be confirmed.
But once Pandora's box is opened, it's like having a hidden thread in your heart, being tempted and pulled by the devil, making it impossible not to think about it.
"Brother Jin?"
Seeing that the man was spacing out again, Mo Ningzhi raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Qin Weijin snapped out of his daze, saw Mo Ningzhi who was standing even closer, frowned, turned around, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and took a big gulp.
Mo Ningzhi: "?"
He glanced at the blazing sun of a tropical country outside the window, then suddenly realized and said to the person in the front seat, "Brother Jin, it's a bit hot. Turn the air conditioning down a bit."
Qin for Jin: "..."
...
We arrived at the event venue quickly.
Qin Weijin was taken backstage to have her makeup and hair done.
Everything here has a very distinct tropical feel, with vibrant colors, banana trees in the green belts, and tricycles of various colors.
With time running out, Qin Weijin changed his clothes while quietly reciting his speech. He was already very familiar with it, only occasionally making a few punctuation mistakes, which were quickly corrected by Mo Ningzhi.
Mo Ningzhi brought his camera with him this time. He hadn't been to Thailand in a long time, and he wanted to take more photos during his trip to the capital.
"Lead, lead, lead!"
"No, not this one. It should be a dark-colored cloud and water pattern. This is a plant pattern."
"What about the brooch? I want the one with the four-pointed star and sunflower design."
"Who took these accessories? I can't find them... Xiao Guo? Where is he? He's always hard to find when he hides things. Help me find him!"
"Are you ready? Five minutes to go on stage."
The entire backend was a mess, filled with both Chinese and Taiwanese text.
With Xu Hangxing absent and Xiao Guo too busy, Mo Ningzhi found her small bag in the corner, opened it, and took out her belongings one by one.
The stylist breathed a sigh of relief: "That Guo, I'm going to give him a good talking to when we get back! I've told him so many times to pack his things neatly, but he just won't listen..."
Qin Weijin stood up, spread his arms, and let the stylist make a final check on the details of the look.
Mo Ningzhi noticed a stray hair stuck in his shirt collar and walked over to remove it.
Qin, surprisingly, took a step back in response to Jin's actions.
Mo Ningzhi: "?"
He narrowed his eyes.
Qin Weijin realized he had overreacted and quickly tried to make amends: "Sorry, I lost my balance."
Mo Ningzhi didn't pay attention, but he sensed that Qin Weijin's condition was unusual, which had started the day before yesterday.
The emcee at the front of the stage had already started warming up the crowd, mentioning Qin Weijin's name several times, and the cheers from the fans grew louder and louder. Mo Ningzhi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Brother Jin, are you nervous?"
Qin debuted in Jin at a young age and had seen countless grand occasions, so of course he wasn't nervous.
But when she saw the concerned look in the eyes of the boy in front of her, for some reason, her words suddenly took a turn: "...a little."
Xu Hangxing hurriedly returned backstage and was stunned when he heard these words.
Um?
Nervous? Who's nervous?
Qin became Jin? Are you kidding me!
Mo Ningzhi immediately said, "Your spoken English is already very fluent, so don't worry, your fans really like you."
Qin Weijin lowered his eyes, his gaze deep and serene, showing no sign of nervousness. "Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you for your encouragement."
Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow.
If this counts as encouragement, he smiled and said, "Keep it up."
Two minutes later, Qin Weijin stepped onto the stage.
The lights in the entire venue went out, leaving only a beam of pure white overhead light in the center of the stage.
Mo Ningzhi stood below the stage, watching Qin Weijin's face appear on the large screens on both sides. He was incredibly handsome, with a distinctive and striking presence.
Screams erupted all around in an instant, almost lifting the dome off.
"Good evening, everyone. It's a pleasure to be here and meet you all." Qin Weijin took the microphone, and his pure Beijing accent rang out clearly.
Mo Ningzhi felt a tingling sensation in her ears and looked up at the stage.
Before learning T language, he knew that it was an easy language to learn but not a pleasant-sounding one. It had some special pronunciations, and when spoken, the airflow was strong, which produced a noticeable popping sound effect. For people who were used to a softer pronunciation, it might sound abrupt and unpleasant.
It took Mo Ningzhi several months to balance her sense of language and make sure that her accent wasn't too unpleasant while maintaining a pure intonation.
Qin Weijin, however, spoke clearly and had a mellow voice. Standing under the spotlight, it was as if the whole world was cheering for him, making him incredibly charming.
Mo Ningzhi stood below the stage, looked up, and met Qin Weijin's gaze.
The fans inside were screaming; it was hot and noisy.
Mo Ningzhi felt as if she could clearly hear the heartbeats of her fans.
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