Chapter 64 The Black-haired Lion King Under the vast starry sky, doing...
It was getting late. After cleaning the living room, Qin Weijin noticed that Mo Ningzhi hadn't returned yet. As he passed through the entryway, he found Mo Ningzhi staring blankly at the door, her expression shifting between pale and red.
"What's wrong?" Qin Weijin walked over: "You're just standing here in a daze."
"Did you just say something to Zhan Linzhou?" Mo Ningzhi gave Qin Weijin a complicated look.
Qin Weijin was completely bewildered: "We've been talking about work the whole time."
Mo Ningzhi was speechless for a long time before finally saying, "Then why did he..."
He suddenly choked up at this point.
Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow: "What did he say?"
“He said…” Mo Ningzhi paused again.
Qin Weijin asked suspiciously, "Hmm?"
"It's nothing." Mo Ningzhi blinked somewhat awkwardly, then turned and went back to the living room.
At night, after Qin Weijin finished taking a shower, he saw a figure by the bed. Mo Ningzhi was holding a pair of slippers and was about to leave.
When they turned around and saw Qin Weijin, both of them were stunned.
"What are these...?" Qin Weijin glanced at his hands. These shoes were left here by Mo Ningzhi last night, and she would usually wear them after taking a shower.
"I'm going back to take a shower," Mo Ningzhi said.
Qin Weijin turned slightly to the side: "Can't I wash here?"
The bathroom behind her was filled with steam, and thick, glistening condensation rose from the glass. Mo Ningzhi looked away. "I'll go back and shower. You should get some rest. Goodnight."
Qin Weijin's eyebrows twitched, and he grabbed the person who was about to run away, "Goodnight? You're not coming back?"
"I have my own room, why should I come back?"
"..." Qin Weijin's lips tightened, looking rather unhappy. "I thought you were planning to move in."
Mo Ningzhi turned around and patted his hand, signaling him to let go: "There's nothing I can do. Manager Zhan asked me to urge you to get some rest. You'll probably be very busy for a while."
Qin Weijin paused for a moment, and Mo Ningzhi took the opportunity to leave. He didn't leave immediately, but tugged at his collar to fan himself, feeling a bit hot.
Unlike Qin Weijin, from Zhan Linzhou's perspective, Qin Weijin's sleep was disturbed because of his constant pestering at night. To Mo Ningzhi, this was simply a trumped-up charge and a great humiliation! He went to bed too early last night, and when he opened his eyes it was already dawn. He and Qin Weijin had simply covered each other with the covers until dawn, and hadn't done anything. This accusation was completely unjustified.
Yesterday at Qin Weijin's house upstairs, they only touched on the subject briefly. But after last night's events and Zhan Linzhou's hints just now, Mo Ningzhi's mind was filled with unspeakable thoughts. If he continued to lie with Qin Weijin, he was afraid that he would be overcome by lust and do something to him.
It's better to separate.
Mo Ningzhi cursed himself for being a rogue while reluctantly returning to the master bedroom.
Back in her room, Mo Ningzhi received a phone call from Li Yan. Since Li Yan moved out after catching Mo Tingzhou in the act, Mo Ningzhi hadn't seen or contacted him for several days.
"Um... are you free now?" Li Yan stammered.
"It's convenient," Mo Ningzhi said. "What's wrong?"
"Do you know who I just saw?" Li Yan asked mysteriously.
Mo Ningzhi didn't want to play these boring word games with him, so she turned on the speakerphone, casually put her phone on the table, and went to the closet to get her pajamas. "Did you meet the God of Wealth?"
“What? It’s Zhou Yaozheng,” Li Yan said.
Mo Ningzhi was taken aback.
“I just saw him at the airport when I was seeing off a client. It was strange; he had luggage, and his mother, your father, and some relatives were all there. It was like they were sending him off to a place a thousand miles away.” Li Yan clicked his tongue twice: “Is your family planning to exile him?”
"I don't know." Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment and then picked up her clothes. "I never interfere in his affairs."
“Alright, it’s good that he’s gone. You won’t have to worry about backstabbing from your own family anymore. By the way…” Li Yan paused, his tone somewhat subtle, “He gave me a box before he left, saying he wanted me to give it to you.”
"What's inside?" Mo Ningzhi asked.
"I don't know, should I open it?"
Mo Ningzhi pursed her lips and remained silent for a few seconds. "No need. If it's convenient for you, just take it to Aunt Zhou. If it's not, just throw it away."
"Throw it away?" Li Yan said, "Okay, I'll handle it myself. There's something else. I've already confirmed the places you asked me to look at and picked a few as backups, but you'll have to decide on the specific locations yourself."
"Okay, send me the address."
After hanging up the phone, Li Yan quickly sent several locations. Mo Ningzhi glanced at them and saw that they were all prime locations in the city center. He planned to take some time to check them out in a few days.
Mo Ningzhi casually placed her phone on the bed, unbuttoned her shirt, and went into the bathroom.
Not long after taking a shower, Mo Ningzhi came out in his pajamas, his hair still wet. Too lazy to blow-dry it, he just wiped it casually with a towel.
He wasn't sure if the water temperature was too high, but he was a little thirsty after showering, so he went out to get a drink. On his way back, he passed by Qin Weijin's room, which was wide open. Mo Ningzhi, as if possessed, went in to take a look, but no one was there.
"Brother Jin?"
"Teacher Qin?"
"Qin became Jin?"
The house was quiet. Mo Ningzhi searched the living room, balcony, and kitchen, but still couldn't find anyone.
He went back to his room to get his phone, intending to call Qin Weijin.
But before he could dial the number, a monster jumped out of his bed and pulled him onto it.
Mo Ningzhi was startled, and his phone slipped from his hand. He didn't even know where it landed in the dizzying spin, but that didn't matter now. He looked up at the person on top of him, unexpectedly meeting a pair of very dark eyes.
Qin Weijin's face was half-hidden in the darkness, and his playful mood had mostly subsided. "Were you scared?"
Mo Ningzhi shook her head: "No."
Qin Wei Jin: "Then why are you staring blankly?"
Mo Ningzhi rubbed against the pillow, tilting her head to try and get a 360-degree view of Qin Weijin's face, but her posture limited her and she could only barely appreciate his front view. "You look handsome from this angle too."
"..."
You shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and dragged the person into the bed.
Qin Weijin felt a slight dampness on the pillow with his fingertips and noticed that Mo Ningzhi's hair was still wet. "You didn't dry your hair?"
Mo Ningzhi has never been patient with hair care. In winter, she can turn on the heater and blow-dry her hair haphazardly, but in summer she gets lazy. After washing her hair, she just rubs it with a towel and it dries in no time. "It's hot, it'll dry in a bit."
Qin Weijin glanced at the wall. "You mean the house with the air conditioning on at 20 degrees Celsius?"
"..."
Qin Weijin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Get up and dry your hair."
"..." Mo Ningzhi remained motionless, like a cat sprawled out in the sun. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Can't I lie down and you help me dry off?"
Qin for Jin: "..."
Half a minute later, Mo Ningzhi's audacity was fully satisfied. Qin Weijin brought a hairdryer, sat on the edge of the bed, and let Mo Ningzhi rest her head on his lap, blowing on it gently.
As Qin Weijin ran his fingers through Mo Ningzhi's hair to smooth it out, Mo Ningzhi squinted his eyes in comfort. "Now I finally understand why some cats love being petted so much."
The hairdryer was very small, and Qin Weijin heard the sigh, "Why?"
"Because it feels good for me to masturbate too."
"..."
Card.
The already low noise level completely stopped.
Mo Ning belatedly opened her eyes, realizing what she had said, "What I meant was, it felt good when you stroked my head."
Qin for Jin: "..."
That doesn't seem right either.
"Petting a cat is similar to petting a person..."
"..."
This topic seems beyond saving, so Mo Ningzhi sighed, "I'm not saying anything anymore, keep bragging."
Qin Weijin paused for a moment before saying, "It's already dried."
"Oh." Mo Ningzhi jumped up and casually rubbed her hair. "Other people's hair is supposed to be more voluminous when they style it, but mine isn't as fluffy..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Qin Weijin suddenly turn his face, a smile playing on his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.
Mo Ningzhi narrowed her eyes: "What are you laughing at?"
Qin Weijin turned around, trying to appear calm, but the upturn of his lips was too obvious, and his voice was tinged with laughter, "It's nothing, are you sleepy? Go to sleep."
Mo Ning knew something was wrong, so she rolled out of bed and ran barefoot into the bathroom without even putting on her shoes.
Within two seconds, a furious roar erupted from the bathroom: "Qin Weijin!"
Qin's efforts to defeat Jin were completely thwarted, and he turned his head and laughed out loud.
"You're still laughing! You've blown my hair like this and you still dare to laugh!" Mo Ningzhi rushed back to confront him.
When he saw the person in the mirror, he was almost startled. The hair on his head stood up, revealing his bald forehead. The sideburns on his forehead spread out in an arc to both sides, each hair sticking out. His hair was already soft, so when he looked at it like this, it was like a black version of a lion's mane!
No wonder his hair felt fluffy earlier; it's standing up like that, how could it not be fluffy!
"It's really not my fault... You were lying down just now, so I could only exaggerate like this." Qin Weijin glanced at the top of his head and said with a smile, "Actually, it looks quite good, like a lifelike black lion king."
"..."
Mo Ningzhi pounced on him: "I want to give you a lion king hairstyle too!"
Qin Weijin's laughter became even louder, and when Mo Ningzhi tackled him, he even reached out to support his waist.
The two of them laughed so hard they fell onto the bed.
Having had enough of making a fuss, Mo Ningzhi jumped out of bed, her hair standing on end, ready to wash it again.
Qin Weijin stopped him from behind: "Take a shower tomorrow morning."
The lion king bared its teeth at him, clearly angry: "No, I want to wash right now!"
Qin Weijin lay on the bed and noticed that Mo Ningzhi's posture was a bit strange. "What's wrong with your leg?"
Mo Ningzhi froze for a moment: "It's okay, I'll go wash my hair first, you go to sleep."
After saying that, he grabbed his new pajamas and, still seething with anger from the friction, rushed into the bathroom.
Soon after, the sound of running water came from the shower room, and judging from the noise, the water was turned on very high.
Qin Weijin was stunned for a moment, then slowly came to his senses, and then lay flat on the other side of the bed and gently exhaled.
...
Perhaps because the anger from their playful antics hadn't been vented, Mo Ningzhi thought she had behaved herself for a while. She was serious and responsible at work during the day, and even when they slept together at night, she lay upright with her hands on her abdomen, looking very peaceful.
—But that was only before I fell asleep.
Mo Ningzhi's sleeping posture was really not good, something Qin Weijin knew all too well. He wouldn't lean against a pillow, preferring to bury his head between two pillows. Even when he was asleep, he would stretch out, and the nearly two-meter-long bed wasn't enough for him to do. He also liked to cover himself with a blanket and turn on the air conditioning, but he also loved to kick off the blankets, leaving himself half-asleep and freezing in the middle of the night, instinctively snuggling closer to Qin Weijin.
After several such attempts, Qin Weijin had to resort to brute force to get Mo Ningzhi to sleep more soundly. After she fell asleep, he would lean over and pull her into his arms, reducing Mo Ningzhi's space to move around. Of course, all of this was on the premise that the air conditioner temperature was adjusted to 18 degrees Celsius in advance—this was the optimal temperature that Qin Weijin had determined through numerous experiments. If it was too low, there was a risk of her catching a cold, and if it was too hot, Mo Ningzhi wouldn't let him hold her.
In this way, Qin Weijin was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
In the last few days, Qin Weijin noticed another little trick of Mo Ningzhi's – instead of kicking the blankets and tucking his head into the gaps, he started crawling under the blankets.
They won't tell you why when asked.
Qin Weijin only understood the reason on the eve of the awards ceremony.
That morning, as soon as he got up, Mo Ningzhi moved his neck with a pained expression and occasionally rubbed his ears.
Qin Weijin had just come out of the bathroom when he saw him and asked, "Did you have a stiff neck?"
“No,” Mo Ningzhi said.
As he spoke, the man rubbed his ear again. Qin Weijin finally noticed something was wrong, took two steps closer, and touched his earlobe: "Does it hurt?"
Mo Ningzhi rubbed her ears until they were hot and red, and when Qin Weijin touched them, she awkwardly turned her head away, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little uncomfortable."
Qin for Jin: "How did you do that?"
Mo Ningzhi pursed her lips and gave him a strange look.
Qin Weijin realized: "Me?"
“Your arm is too stiff, it’s uncomfortable to lean on.” Mo Ningzhi said in a curt tone.
Qin for Jin: "..."
Now I finally understand why this person has been so fond of burrowing under the covers lately.
...
The awards ceremony was in the evening, and Zhan Linzhou started preparing in the morning, taking care of everything from cars, clothes, hairstyles, makeup to accompanying personnel.
Mo Ningzhi's house was suddenly packed with people.
"Where's the makeup artist? Hasn't she arrived yet?"
"She'll be there soon, Brother Zhan. There's a traffic jam. She'll be downstairs in about ten minutes."
"Then let's put on a face mask first. Yu Yu, find it for him. Xiao Guo, your coat is a bit wrinkled, iron it quickly. And... Ning Zhi? Where's Ning Zhi?"
Mo Ningzhi had just taken out a diamond watch and brooch from the safe when she heard the call and rushed over, "What's wrong, Manager Zhan?"
"You have a camera, right? Take a couple of photos, I'll need them later. Give me these first." Zhan Linzhou took the items from his hands.
"good."
Qin Weijin was surrounded by several people, who did her makeup and styling. She sat in front of the mirror for a whole morning before they released her.
Then I was dragged around to take pictures, and we didn't actually leave until 4 p.m.
"Where is Mo Ningzhi?" Qin Weijin asked as he went out, only to find that Mo Ningzhi was nowhere to be seen.
Zhan Linzhou looked around. "He must have gone to process the photos. He just asked me for leave. You go downstairs first, or we'll be running out of time."
Since Qin was in charge of Jin, he had no choice but to go downstairs and leave first.
However, even as he was about to arrive at the venue, he still had no news of Mo Ningzhi. This event was extremely grand, the most lively one in twenty years. Not long after Qin Weijin arrived, Zhan Linzhou received a call from the organizer.
"Enter in five minutes, walk the red carpet first, everything should be fine, right? One last check of your makeup," Zhan Linzhou said.
Five minutes later, the car slowly drove into the venue and stopped at the designated spot. Xiao Guo opened the door from the back seat, and cheers erupted one after another. Before entering, a large number of reporters would appear to conduct interviews.
Qin Weijin had barely taken a few steps after getting out of the car when he was surrounded by flashing lights from all sorts of cameras, the blinding light making it impossible to see anyone clearly.
"Professor Qin, you have three works shortlisted this time. What are your thoughts?"
"Did the previous scandal affect you a lot? Do you think it will affect the award results? Please answer."
"As a favorite to win this award, what would you like to say to your fans?"
Qin Weijin walked calmly past the group of reporters, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
The red carpet was packed with fans on both sides. Qin Weijin walked by with a smile. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he saw Mo Ningzhi, who was squeezed into the crowd of fans at the entrance of the venue.
Qin Weijin suddenly understood.
This person disappeared for so long because they secretly contacted the fan club and wanted to be a real fan.
Standing next to Mo Ningzhi was Xiao Xie, wearing a light-up headband that read "Qin Weijin" and cartoon stickers on his face, waving a light stick enthusiastically. He wasn't particularly noticeable in the crowd, but in Qin Weijin's eyes, he seemed to be shining.
Mo Ningzhi is his own personal superstar.
Qin Weijin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"Aa ...
The cheers were so loud they almost ripped the sky apart, drowning out the host's voice.
Mo Ningzhi was almost deafened by the noise, but he couldn't care less. Perhaps it was the emotions of those around him, or perhaps it was his own affection that was at play. In any case, Mo Ningzhi found Qin Weijin to be very charming.
He used to be a fan of celebrities and had no interest in such entertainment events, but now, squeezed in the fan group and watching Qin Weijin walk by in a dazzling manner, his heart was filled with emotions. Besides feeling honored, he also felt proud. Look, my favorite star is so radiant and genuinely loved by everyone.
Qin Weijin also noticed him. When their eyes met from afar, Mo Ningzhi felt his heart swell like fireworks in the sky, and indescribable emotions filled his chest.
He thought to himself that he had long been a fan of Qin Weijin.
No amount of true love or die-hard fandom can adequately describe this affection.
His superstar, now filled with dreams and passion, is stepping into that hall of glory, each step seemingly treading on a brocade woven from starlight.
And I will always be Qin Wei Jin's most loyal fan under this vast starry sky.
[End of text.]
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