Chapter 16 Goodmorning "Zhou Yaozheng, I hate your fake... "
At the airport on his way back to China, the car sent by the studio had not yet arrived. Qin Weijin waited in the VIP waiting room. Xu Hangxing poured him a glass of water. "Brother Jin, have some water first. Xiao Liu will be here in about fifteen minutes."
Qin Weijin took it, nodded, and looked around. "Where is Mo Ningzhi?"
“He said he had something to do at home tonight, so he went home first. Anyway, Jin-ge, you have tomorrow off, so Hangxing and I will take you home later.” Xiao Guo was carrying luggage on his back and pulling two suitcases in his hands. “By the way, Manager Zhan said that the house has been moved, so Jin-ge can just go to the new house to stay.”
Qin Weijin's gaze lingered on his chest: "What is this?"
Xiao Guo looked down and said, "Oh, this is Ning Zhi's camera. He said it's inconvenient to take it home, so he asked me to look after it for him."
Qin Weijin was surprised that Mo Ningzhi had brought a camera with her on this trip. Was it to take pictures of him?
Recalling the photo Mo Ningzhi had given him for autograph last time, Qin Weijin inexplicably became interested and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Let me see it."
Xu Hangxing said, "That's not good, is it? Taiwan has an open culture. What if he takes some restricted pictures... tsk tsk."
Xiao Guo: "Yes, you can see them. Ning Zhi said he didn't have time to develop the photos before he left, but I said I could help him, so he gave me the camera. There shouldn't be anything shameful about it."
Mo Ningzhi's camera looks expensive. The cool, heavy feel of the magnesium alloy makes it feel substantial in your hand. The black metal lens barrel has a unique emerald gold color due to the reflective coating. The metal mount at the end of the lens barrel is delicate and smooth, exuding a sense of precision machining.
No wonder Xiao Guo was so careful to protect it to his chest. Although Qin Weijin didn't understand photography, he had some basic knowledge of the equipment. The lens on this camera alone was worth 95,000 yuan, and that was just the promotional price. The whole set of equipment was worth more than 200,000 yuan.
This shows that Mo Ningzhi is not short of money.
She must have ulterior motives for coming to his side.
Qin opened the photo album for Jin, and Xiao Guo and Xu Hangxing also turned their heads to look over.
The camera's read and write speed is extremely fast; in less than two seconds, the photos Mo Ningzhi took on this trip were displayed before his eyes.
Apart from the first few photos which depicted landscapes and people, the remaining nearly one hundred photos were all of Qin and Jin.
Qin was in various states of being associated with Jin.
Backstage preparations, eyes slightly squinted in the makeup mirror, head tilted lazily, chatting and laughing with the makeup artist, radiant on stage, radiant on stage...
Mo Ningzhi captured his expression perfectly; he was handsome with sharp features, making it impossible to look away.
"I don't know why, but when I look at these photos, I always feel like something's off..." Xu Hangxing pondered, as if he couldn't find the right words.
Xiao Guo: "What?"
Xu Hangxing glanced at Qin Weijin and finally found a word: "Very charming."
Xiao Guo: "What kind of description is this?"
Xu Hangxing bluntly stated, "It's very erotic and lustful, you get it?"
Qin for Jin: "..."
Xiao Guo: "..."
Xu Hangxing nodded as he looked at the photos: "Ningzhi's photos are taken from a different angle than the studio photographers. The photos of Brother Jin taken by Lao Zhang and the others are handsome and generous. The filters they chose are very healing. Just looking at them makes you feel refreshed and ethereal. Our Brother Jin does indeed have a dignified and handsome appearance. How could Mo Ningzhi make Brother Jin look like a demon..."
Qin Weijin's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the 200,000 coins on the ground.
“Now that you mention it, I think so too…” Xiao Guo stared at the photo for a few seconds, then suddenly looked down and took out his phone. “Oops, wait a minute.”
He fiddled with his phone for a bit, then held the screen in front of Qin Weijin. “I followed a blogger before. His shooting style and angles are quite similar to Mo Ningzhi’s. The photo styles are very similar. Perhaps in their eyes, Brother Jin looks just like the person in the photo.”
Qin Weijin looked down and saw a blogger named [Gudemoning] with nearly two million followers. The blogger's homepage had many photos, which were carefully grouped. However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the blogger's subjects were limited to Qin Weijin.
I just don't know why the account stopped updating three months ago.
Qin Weijin stared at the ID name for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Let me see it."
On his homepage, "Gudemoning" identifies himself as a member of Qin Weijin's fan club. His earliest set of photos was shared seven years ago, when his photography skills were still quite rudimentary. After several years of continuous updates, his photography techniques have improved significantly. Six months ago, his update frequency suddenly increased dramatically, with a new set almost every three days, and the quality of his photos was excellent.
Because the photos were so eye-catching, the comment section was also very lively.
【Aaaaaaah, how can my Jin-ge be so lecherous!】
[I don't know who the blogger is, but I know my phone is a pervert, so seeing these pictures is my just deserts! Hehehe]
[Use this to print a water bottle that lets you remove clothes when heated; drink eighty cups of water a day!]
So handsome, I want to sleep.
"..."
Qin Weijin's expression was somewhat strange, but he still followed him.
It's no wonder he overthinks things; the blogger's ID is too suggestive: Good Morning, Morning Knows.
If such a coincidence really exists, does it mean that Mo Ningzhi has liked him for seven years?
...
It was already the afternoon of the second day after they returned from Thailand. After parting ways with Qin Weijin and the others, Mo Ningzhi did not leave immediately. Instead, she went into the duty-free shop, bought some Thai bird's nest and silk products, and also selected a box of cedar-scented cigars. She spent all the money she had left before going out to hail a taxi.
The Mo family lived in a famous Chinese-style building complex in the capital. As Old Master Mo got older, he enjoyed indulging in refined pursuits and built many pavilions, terraces, waterside pavilions, and flower corridors in his house. It took a full five minutes to walk from the front gate to the main hall.
"Oh, it's really Ningzhi back." The old housekeeper opened the door and led Mo Ningzhi into the house with a look of surprise: "Come in quickly, the master and madam have been waiting at home for a long time."
The old butler reached out to take the things he was carrying, and Mo Ningzhi casually asked, "Is Zhou Yaozheng at home?"
"No, the young master went on a business trip to Haicheng a couple of days ago. I heard there were problems with the project there, and he needs to oversee it personally. He shouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow."
Mo Ningzhi nodded: "That's good."
The old butler had long known that the two brothers had a deep-seated grudge, so he was used to it and didn't want to provoke Mo Ningzhi. He led the man to the main hall and said, "Sir, Madam, Ningzhi is back."
A series of light footsteps approached, and Zhou Suiyin, dressed in a dark green cheongsam with a silk scarf draped over her shoulders, walked out from the direction of the kitchen. "Ningzhi is back. Your dad is fussing around in the kitchen. He can't kill that yellow croaker, so he insists on doing it himself. He's gotten angry with the fish now. Come in and rest for a while. Dinner won't be ready for a bit."
Mo Ningzhi looked around the house and the surroundings; it didn't look like they were going to hold a banquet. "Didn't you invite any guests?"
“I was going to invite you,” Zhou Suiyin said, “but your dad canceled it as soon as he heard you were coming back, saying it would be too noisy with too many people. Actually, he just missed you and wanted to see you and chat with you.”
Mo Ningzhi glanced in the direction of the kitchen but didn't say anything.
As soon as it got dark, the Mo family's dinner was served.
Mr. Mo, dressed in dark gray home clothes, sat in the main seat with a sullen face and a cold expression, much like the fierce stone lions guarding the house at the entrance, and quite different from the kind father image described by Zhou Suiyin.
Mo Ningzhi was also releasing cold air on the side, and the two father and son were freezing each other.
"Hey, you two, don't be so cold. We agreed to have a family dinner together, and we'll be blowing out candles later." Zhou Suiyin picked up a bottle of red wine and said, "Old Mo, happy birthday."
Mo's father's expression softened slightly. He snorted and raised his cup.
Mo Ningzhi picked up his wine glass and casually clinked it against his own, saying curtly, "Happy birthday."
"Hmph, at least you still have some conscience, knowing to come back and celebrate your old man's birthday." Mr. Mo took a sip of wine and said, "I thought you'd be out there running wild for a few years before you realized your mistake."
Mo Ningzhi said lightly, "I did nothing wrong."
Mo's father's expression softened, and he looked at Mo Ningzhi with a stern expression: "What did you say?"
Mo Ningzhi raised his eyes, his smile somewhat aggressive, as if all the thorns on his body had stood up, ready to prick anyone he could. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Suiyin stopped him, "Today is a good day, so let's not say anything inappropriate, okay?"
Mo Ningzhi frowned and looked away when he saw Zhou Suiyin's slightly pleading gaze.
Just then, the old butler came in to announce: "Sir, Madam, Ningzhi, the eldest young master has returned."
Mo Ningzhi paused, and the pressure around him dropped several degrees.
A steady set of footsteps approached from behind, and Zhou Yaozheng appeared, looking travel-worn. "Uncle Mo, Mom, I'm back. Luckily, I made it in time."
After saying that, he looked at Mo Ningzhi and said, "Ningzhi is back too. It's been a long time."
Mo Ningzhi didn't even look up.
Mr. Mo said warmly, "Good, good, it's good that you're back. Sit down and have a meal. How's the project in Hai City going?"
Zhou Yaozheng took off his suit jacket and sat down opposite Mo Ningzhi. "We just happened to encounter a policy adjustment, which narrowed the rules for implementation quite a bit, but it has been resolved now, and the project can start construction next month."
Mr. Mo said approvingly, "Not bad."
"It's all thanks to Uncle Mo's excellent teaching."
Mr. Mo put some food on his plate: "Eat some food."
Zhou Yaozheng humbly extended his bowl to take the fish. Seeing Mo Ningzhi's unfriendly expression across from him, he used serving chopsticks to put some yellow croaker on Mo Ningzhi's plate. "Ningzhi hasn't been back for a long time. Try this fish. You've lost a lot of weight recently."
Mo Ningzhi watched the fish fall in front of him, his expression turning even colder. Just as he was about to pick it out, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Suiyin looking over nervously. He pursed his lips, frowned, and swallowed the fish.
Zhou Suiyin breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhou Yaozheng smiled slowly, taking advantage of the situation, and served Mo Ningzhi a few more bites of food, putting on a show of brotherly affection in front of Mo's father.
Mo Ningzhi's face stiffened.
"Ningzhi, I heard you're working as an assistant outside?" After finishing their meal, Mo's father wiped his mouth and suddenly steered the conversation to work. "It's not exactly a proper job. You're almost 25, it's time for you to gain some experience in a company. When are you going to quit your job and go to the company with your brother, let him mentor you?"
Mo Ningzhi took a sip of water and said calmly, "I'm not going."
Mr. Mo's expression changed, and it was only after Zhou Suiyin kept giving him meaningful glances that he managed to suppress his fiery temper: "How much longer do you intend to fool around like this?"
"My affairs are none of your business."
"you!"
"Old Mo, Old Mo, calm down, don't get angry. It's your birthday, Ning Zhi, can you calm down too?"
Every time Mo Ningzhi and his father clashed, such comments would arise. Zhou Suiyin would try to mediate between the two, but Mo Ningzhi and his father were like two gas cylinders that had already caught fire and couldn't be extinguished anytime soon; they might even explode if they weren't careful.
As for Zhou Yaozheng, he would always add fuel to the fire just before the explosion, making the explosion even more violent.
Mo Ningzhi was very familiar with the process.
Sure enough, not long after, Zhou Yaozheng spoke up in a pretentious manner: "Uncle Mo, don't be angry. Ning Zhi is still young. He will understand your good intentions after experiencing more things."
Mr. Mo sighed, then said, "By the way, Yaozheng, I heard you've been dating the Shen family's daughter recently. She's a nice girl and very outstanding. When are you planning to get engaged?"
Zhou Yaozheng was slightly taken aback, glanced at Mo Ningzhi, and said, "Uncle Mo, it's still early. I don't want to get married yet."
"So you don't plan to take responsibility for that girl?" Mr. Mo said, "You two have been inseparable in Haicheng these past few days, and the news has already spread. That girl is a good one, so don't let her down."
Zhou Yaozheng frowned almost imperceptibly. "Okay, I understand."
The meal ended just like that. Mo Ningzhi didn't enjoy the food; she felt like there were raw grains of rice stuck in her mouth. She endured it until she finished the cake before leaving.
Mr. Mo: "Where are you going so late?"
Mo Ningzhi had one foot already sticking out the door when she heard this and said softly, "Old man, don't forget I ran away from home."
Mo's father angrily shouted, "Come back here!"
Mo Ningzhi remained unmoved.
Mr. Mo reluctantly compromised: "Go home and I'll give the studio back to you."
Mo Ningzhi chuckled softly, "Since you like it so much, you should keep it for yourself. I think being an assistant is quite nice."
"You don't want the card anymore?"
Mo Ningzhi stepped out, waving his hand dismissively without turning his head: "Keep it in the safe to hatch the eggs."
"..."
Seeing that he couldn't stop him, Mr. Mo was about to tell someone to take him home, since it was hard to get a taxi in this area, when a white shadow flashed in his peripheral vision. Zhou Yaozheng, with his coat in one hand and car keys in the other, quickly went out the door: "Uncle Mo, I'll go see him off."
Outside, the night sky was dark, but the streetlights illuminated the surrounding area.
Mo Ningzhi was caught up by Zhou Yaozheng as soon as she stepped out the door. "Let me give you a ride. It's hard to get a taxi here."
Mo Ningzhi glanced at him: "Addicted to acting?"
"I wasn't acting."
Mo Ningzhi didn't care whether he was acting or not, and said impatiently, "Don't follow me."
I had only taken a couple of steps when my wrist was grabbed.
Mo Ningzhi frowned, finally finding an outlet for the pent-up anger he had been holding in all night. He subconsciously twisted his hand and pressed Zhou Yaozheng against the car, his elbow against Zhou Yaozheng's neck. Zhou Yaozheng lowered his eyes and stared at him.
"Zhou Yaozheng, I hate your hypocritical face the most."
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