Chapter 63 The Culprit "What I mean is, you, restrain yourself a little..."
"Teacher Qin, calm down." Mo Ningzhi lay on the bed, leaning against Qin Weijin's long-lost pillow, in a lazy posture.
They kept saying they wanted people to calm down, but in reality, they didn't put up any resistance.
Qin Weijin looked down at him, "It seems like you can't calm down."
Mo Ningzhi was taken aback, then, as if she had thought of something, tilted her head and burst into laughter, her whole body shaking with mirth, her face turning red.
Qin Weijin didn't know what Mo Ningzhi found funny. Only when Mo Ningzhi was curled up laughing did he straighten him up and ask, "What are you laughing at?"
“Teacher Qin.” Mo Ningzhi laughed until tears streamed down her face, her eyes reddening. “It’s so funny that you’re saying this with a neck full of red rashes. You look like a strawberry that has come to life.”
Qin for Jin: "..."
Mo Ningzhi spread her limbs out again, laughing uncontrollably.
"Laughing like that?" Qin Weijin lowered his eyes and stared at the person. "And you're still cursing me."
"Who insulted you?" Mo Ningzhi said with a laugh, "It was clearly a compliment. Strawberries are sweet, and you're a sweet strawberry right now, hahaha..."
Qin for Jin: "..."
"Are you still laughing?" Qin Weijin pulled him back, grabbing his wrist. Perhaps influenced by Mo Ningzhi's jokes, he had become childish as well. He tickled him while talking, "I'll let you laugh your fill."
"Hahahaha... No, you attacked me from behind! Qin Weijin, how old are you? How childish are you!"
"When you laughed at me for being a strawberry spirit, why didn't you say I was childish?"
"Hahaha, oh dear, I was wrong..."
Mo Ningzhi was not one to give up easily. Seeing that Qin Weijin wouldn't let him go, he twisted his hands and started tickling Qin Weijin's waist. Then, as he tickled, something sparked between them.
The annoying movements gradually slowed down, and the smile on Mo Ningzhi's face gradually faded. She raised her eyes and met Qin Weijin's increasingly deep gaze.
A moment later, noticing Qin Weijin's tendency to pull away, Mo Ningzhi quickly hooked her arms around his neck and leaned back to kiss him. Qin Weijin was stunned for a moment, his heart still trembling from Mo Ningzhi's actions, when he felt a hand slip into his waist and abdomen.
Mo Ning knew that this claw was half playful and half meant he didn't want Qin Weijin to leave. When his fingertips touched the warm skin, he noticed that Qin Weijin's abdomen tightened. Then the kiss deepened, and Qin Weijin copied his action, loosening the hem of his shirt.
A moment later, Mo Ningzhi arched his back slightly, propped his legs up, and kicked weakly. He squinted, his lips were very red, and he leaned against Qin Weijin's pillow, his eyes filled with mist that Qin Weijin had forced out of them, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
Qin Weijin's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing was equally rapid, and he observed Mo Ningzhi's reaction from a high vantage point. When the other party squinted and trembled slightly, he released his hand.
"..."
This mischievous action made Mo Ningzhi rub against the pillow in frustration, then he tilted his head back and nibbled at Qin Weijin's Adam's apple. He was too hasty and bit too hard, causing Qin Weijin to close his eyes in pain. Seeing the triumphant smile on Mo Ningzhi's face, he slowly applied more force with his hand, then lowered his head and silenced Mo Ningzhi's lingering sound.
...
Mo Ningzhi felt like a stranded fish, hot and thirsty.
They arrived suddenly and forgot to turn on the air conditioner. Now the room is stuffy and hot, with an indescribable smell in the air. The bed is a mess, and a pillow has been kicked somewhere.
Mo Ningzhi lay on the bed, waiting for the afterglow of his passion to subside. Qin Weijin got up, opened the window for ventilation, and when he turned around, Mo Ningzhi immediately noticed the crumpled shirt in front of him. Remembering his earlier masterpiece, his face flushed, and he took a while to get up.
"Shall we go downstairs?"
"Okay, I'll pack some clothes." Qin Weijin handed him the ice water he had prepared earlier when he saw him get out of bed to pack his clothes.
Mo Ningzhi was already unbearably hot, so he took the drink and gulped it down. There were still two pieces of ice inside that hadn't melted, which made him shiver.
"Spit it out, be careful not to freeze your teeth," Qin Weijin said, frowning.
Mo Ningzhi hissed twice, then crunched on the ice cube.
Qin for Jin: "..."
"It's too hot in your house, you should go back inside." Without air conditioning on the top floor, it's unbearably hot inside. Mo Ningzhi tugged at her collar: "I want to turn on the air conditioning."
Seeing that he was covered in sweat, Qin Weijin said, "You go down first, I'll be right back."
"No need, I'll wait for you." Mo Ningzhi ran into the dressing room. "What things do you need to bring? It'll be faster if I help you pack."
Half an hour later, Mo Ningzhi pushed her suitcase downstairs and heard a series of doorbell rings as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.
Xiao Guo was speaking when he said, "Brother Zhan, it seems like they're not home."
"Where else could they be if they're not home?" Zhan Linzhou stared at the door, his face darkening as if he had just thought of something. "Keep pressing the doorbell until they open it."
Xiao Guo: "Oh."
The doorbell kept ringing.
Mo Ningzhi stood behind the two, somewhat amused, and after watching for a while, she spoke up, "Manager Zhan, Xiao Guo, you're here."
Xiao Guo was startled. "Ning Zhi, you're really not home?"
Zhan Linzhou's expression was strange. When he saw the suitcase next to Mo Ningzhi, his gaze became even stranger. "You two are going to live together?"
Xiao Guo: "?"
"Oh, cough." Zhan Linzhou then remembered that there was an unsuspecting outsider beside him. He cleared his throat and said, "Why are you suddenly moving downstairs? It's been so long, you should be able to live here now."
"It probably won't work yet," Qin Weijin said.
Zhan Linzhou: "Why?"
"The top floor is too hot; it's not suitable for living in the summer." Qin Weijin walked to the door, entered the password, and opened it. "This floor is just right."
Zhan Linzhou: "..."
Are you kidding me? There's no air conditioning at home?
Besides, this is a high-end residential area. The buildings have thermal insulation layers on the rooftops, and there's an additional barrier room on top of that. It's not hot at all.
But seeing Qin Weijin dragging his luggage, looking like he was about to marry into the family, he knew it was time to throw the pot of water out.
"What do you want from us?" Qin Weijin asked casually as he entered the room.
The air conditioner at home was always on, kept at a constant 22 degrees Celsius, but Mo Ningzhi still felt hot, so she lowered it by two degrees.
"These are your clothes for tomorrow." Zhan Linzhou hung the clothes he brought in a corner of the living room, still covered with dust bags. "They're ironed. I'll have Xiao Liu pick you up at eight tomorrow morning. Your allergy should subside soon, I'll..."
At this moment, Mo Ningzhi walked over and sat down next to Qin Weijin naturally. When he bent down to pour water for everyone, Zhan Linzhou immediately noticed the deep and shallow red marks on his collarbone.
"..." He stopped mid-sentence.
Xiao Guo was simple-minded, holding his water glass without looking to the side, but his suspicious gaze fell on Zhan Linzhou instead.
Zhan Linzhou was so angry that he didn't even drink water. He said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow," and turned to leave.
"Then, Brother Jin, Ningzhi, I'll be going now too," Xiao Guo said.
Mo Ningzhi escorted the two to the door and waited until they got on the elevator before turning back to look at the person beside her. "What's wrong with Manager Zhan? He was fine just now."
Qin Weijin led him back, closed the door, and said, "Don't worry about him."
Mo Ningzhi nodded, pulled open Qin Weijin's collar to take a look, "The rash seems to have faded a little. Go sit down and I'll apply the medicine again, otherwise it will affect tomorrow's activities."
"good."
...
There wasn't much to do during the day, but Mo Ningzhi still seemed to have expended a lot of energy. Just after nine o'clock in the evening, he was a little sleepy and lazily slumped on the sofa, watching Qin Weijin recite his lines in a daze.
"Tired?" Qin Weijin spoke just as he closed his eyes.
Mo Ningzhi answered honestly, "A little."
"Go to sleep first, I still need an hour."
Mo Ningzhi didn't move: "I'll wait for you."
Qin Weijin could only say, "You'll only infect me with your sleepiness if you stay here. Go to sleep first, I'll be asleep soon too."
Mo Ningzhi thought about it and realized that his mind was already a bit foggy. He put on his shoes and walked towards the master bedroom. Just as he grasped the doorknob, he came to his senses again.
Turning his head to glance at the living room, Qin Weijin lowered his head again, picked up his pen, and immersed his thoughts in the script.
Mo Ningzhi hesitated for a moment, then let go of Qin Weijin's hand and turned to enter the guest room where Qin Weijin was staying.
...
As soon as he lay down on the bed, Mo Ningzhi fell asleep almost immediately. He curled up in the blanket, burying his head between the two pillows, and slept soundly.
When Qin Weijin finally finished memorizing his lines, took a shower, and was about to go to bed, he found that his bed had been taken over. The culprit was fast asleep with his head tilted to one side, and was very domineering, occupying most of the space by himself, and had even turned the air conditioner down very low and taken the entire quilt.
That's completely unreasonable.
Qin Weijin, dressed in his pajamas, stood by the bed, smiled, and instead of lying down immediately, turned up the air conditioner temperature first.
After waiting by the bed for a while, Mo Ningzhi got hot and kicked off the blanket, revealing a pair of long and straight legs.
Qin Weijin then noticed that Mo Ningzhi was wearing a short nightgown, with pants that only covered half of her thighs.
Moreover, because my sleeping posture is not very elegant, my pants have ridden up a bit, exposing more skin.
Qin Weijin blinked slowly, turned around, turned off the light, lifted the covers, and lay down on the bed.
As soon as he lay down, Mo Ningzhi rolled over and snuggled up next to him, as if he were some kind of large doll. She even put her legs across him. Feeling uncomfortable, she rubbed against him several times, bumping into some unknown object.
Qin for Jin: "..."
He paused for a moment, looked up at the ceiling, and it took him a long time to calm down.
...
The next morning at eight o'clock, Zhan Linzhou arrived right on time, accompanied by a makeup team. As soon as he arrived, he noticed the dark circles under Qin Weijin's eyes, then turned to look at Mo Ningzhi, who looked refreshed and energetic.
The contrast was stark. Zhan Linzhou said to Qin Weijin, "Young people just don't know how to control themselves. Knowing there was a press conference today, they shouldn't have acted recklessly last night."
Qin for Jin: "..."
"Where's the makeup artist? Come and cover up his dark circles; they're unbearable to look at," Zhan Linzhou said.
Mo Ningzhi brought over a whole box of cosmetics and heard the second half of Zhan Linzhou's sentence, "What do you mean, 'unbearable to look at'?"
Zhan Linzhou glared at him: "Didn't I tell you to let him rest properly? This is utterly reckless."
A question mark slowly appeared above Mo Ningzhi's head. When she saw Qin Weijin's expression, she understood. "You didn't sleep last night? What time did you finish memorizing your lines?"
Qin for Jin: "..."
Some people actually have the audacity to ask that question.
Qin said to Jin, "You memorized the words a little late. Pay attention next time."
Zhan Linzhou turned his head to look at the two of them, his face saying, "Do you two think I'm stupid?" "Fine, fine, I don't care about you. Come back and rest early after the press conference, try on the clothes you're going to wear for the ceremony, and see if the size needs to be altered. I'll contact Verpera's maker."
...
The afternoon press conference went more smoothly than expected. There were no strange questions or persistent reporters. Everything went according to Zhan Linzhou's plan, making it a rare and pleasant experience in recent times.
Prior to this, the rumors about Qin Weijin seducing a married man had already been clarified. This press conference was merely icing on the cake for his popularity. Mo Ningzhi, standing below the stage, saw several reporters looking at him with sympathy when they asked questions. Even they felt that Qin Weijin was innocent and had been wronged, so the public opinion was even more so.
The rumors that had been circulating on Weibo for a week have finally come to an end.
The comments section returned calm, and the fans happily started calling him "brother" and "husband" again.
Mo Ningzhi was not only not jealous, but also felt relieved, as it did not affect Qin Weijin's subsequent award ceremony.
When Qin Weijin got home that evening, he was immediately dragged to try on clothes. The custom-made size was perfect, but Qin Weijin had been busy lately and had lost some weight, so the waist and shoulder measurements needed some minor alterations.
"The clothes are fine, this one will do." Zhan Linzhou sat on the sofa, watching Qin Weijin try on one outfit after another. "Xiao Guo, have Xu Hangxing send the other two outfits back to Vespera."
"good."
The stylist stroked his chin, tilted his head back slightly, and looked Qin Weijin up and down. "The shoulders and waist need to be reduced by half an inch. There are two places where the dark stitching on the collar is a bit dark. Pay attention to that when you clean it. Also, one of the rhinestones here is missing and needs to be replaced. When ironing, pay attention to the gold thread here and don't make the temperature too high... And the tie, you need to remember that too."
The assistant took photos with his phone and recorded everything.
Zhan Linzhou got up and opened his suitcase, taking out some velvet boxes of various sizes.
Mo Ningzhi could tell the quality of the jewelry inside just by looking at the boxes.
Male celebrities can wear very few pieces of jewelry. The most common ones are cufflinks, brooches, and watches. Zhan Linzhou took out more than a dozen boxes and tried them on Qin Weijin.
The stylist remarked, "That peacock feather brooch is nice; it won't steal the spotlight, it's just the right touch."
Zhan Linzhou held it up to Qin Weijin's chest and said, "It's definitely good. What about the watch?"
“They were all gifts from the brand, and I suggested wearing the starry sky watch,” the stylist said.
"Okay, that's settled then." Zhan Linzhou clapped his hands and finally called a halt. "Everyone has worked hard today. We'll treat Jin to a late-night snack. Order whatever you want, he'll pay."
"Okay, thanks, Brother Jin."
"Thank you, Brother Jin!"
Everyone worked together to clean up the clutter on the ground, quickly tidied the house, and then said their goodbyes and left.
Mo Ningzhi watched them leave and was about to close the door when Zhan Linzhou suddenly turned back, his expression somewhat strange. He frowned, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but was held back by his emotions.
Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow: "Is there anything else, Manager Zhan?"
"Qin Weijin has a lot of engagements lately, and he also has a film that's been shelved by Director Hou. He'll be working very hard from now on."
Mo Ningzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I know."
"This awards ceremony is very important. We can't afford any more problems. If we win the award, Qin Weijin's salary will be even higher in the future. You understand that, right?"
Mo Ningzhi nodded: "Understood."
Seeing that Mo Ningzhi was still pretending to be stupid, Zhan Linzhou gritted his teeth and decided to be more direct, "Since he is willing to live in your house, I can't be bothered with it, but there are some things I hope you can pay a little attention to in terms of the impact. You understand what I mean?"
Mo Ningzhi blinked, puzzled. "I don't understand."
"..."
Zhan Linzhou didn't like to waste words, but he didn't want to fake the doubt on Mo Ningzhi's face. He took a deep breath and said, "I already know about what happened between you last night. I hope there won't be a next time... or rather, I mean, you should restrain yourself."
"???"
Mo Ningzhi became more and more confused as she listened. What had he done?
"Manager Zhan, please be blunt. I really don't understand what you mean."
"..."
Zhan Linzhou's face turned red from holding back, and after a moment he finally growled in a low voice, "Qin Weijin didn't sleep well last night, didn't you see his dark circles? Even if you want to... you should consider his health. He has to work during the day after being with you at night. Even someone made of iron can't take it."
"…………"
Mo Ningzhi froze for two seconds, then realized what was happening. Her face flushed red. What nonsense was Zhan Linzhou spouting? When did he... have anything to do with Qin Weijin?
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