Chapter 5: Loving So Reservedly, What Kind of Assistant Would Someone Like That Be...?
After changing routes, the journey to the river was uneventful.
As soon as they arrived, the brand arranged for security personnel to escort them.
"Brother Jin, everything's fine, get out of the car." Xu Hangxing checked Qin Weijin's appearance and, after confirming that everything was alright, opened the car door.
The screams of fans came from not far away, almost lifting the dome off the sky.
Mo Ningzhi's ears went numb from the shock.
However, as his assistant, he still needed to stay close to Qin Weijin. Just as he was about to get out of the car, Xiao Guo in the passenger seat called out to him, "Um, Ning Zhi..."
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Guo hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "Your outfit today is a bit eye-catching, you might need to wear a mask... You don't mind, do you?"
Mo Ningzhi lowered her eyes and glanced at the clothes she was wearing.
Is it eye-catching? This is his most ordinary outfit.
However, many assistants in the entertainment industry are unwilling to show their faces and wear masks when they go out, which is fine. He reached out and took the mask, saying, "Of course, no problem. I will bring my own in the future."
He put on a mask, lowered his eyes, and got out of the car.
Half of her beautiful face was hidden by a mask, making the rest of her face even more eye-catching: a slender and upright figure, long and straight legs, and deep, long eyes beneath a fluffy hairstyle.
Xiao Guo: "..."
Wearing a mask makes me even more conspicuous.
With the brand's security assistance, Qin Weijin arrived at the cruise ship smoothly.
The brand involved this time is a world-renowned luxury watch brand, and the launch event was very extravagant. They even bought a luxury cruise ship to showcase the new products.
The new watch is inspired by the ocean, with wave, seashell and coral elements visible throughout the ship, creating a dreamy and innovative design.
As soon as Xu Hangxing boarded the ship, he went to coordinate the procedures.
Xiao Guo led Qin Weijin to the designated location and carefully tidied his clothes and hair, striving for perfection.
"There were so many fans that half of my cufflink was knocked off, but luckily I had a spare with me."
Just as Xiao Guo was about to turn around to get her bag, a slender hand reached out, and two lion heads were placed squarely in the palm of her fair hand.
Is this it?
Xiao Guo exclaimed in surprise, "That's right! How did you find out? I'm quite casual about where I put my things, so it's hard for others to find them."
Mo Ningzhi smiled and said, "It's alright, not particularly well hidden."
Just as Xiao Guo was about to help Qin Weijin change into the watch, the organizers suddenly sent someone to deliver several new watches for Qin Weijin to wear on stage later.
Xiao Guo then handed the cufflinks to Mo Ningzhi, saying, "Then you can change them for Brother Jin. I'll go take a look."
"good."
Upon hearing this, Qin Weijin's eyebrows twitched slightly.
After Xiao Guo left, Mo Ningzhi walked up to Qin Weijin while holding her cufflinks.
Without saying a word, he gently took Qin Weijin's left hand, lifted his wrist to his eyes, tilted his head, and easily removed the remaining button from his sleeve.
Qin Weijin lowered his eyebrows slightly, easily taking in Mo Ningzhi's entire body.
Her slender, fair fingers, her delicate wrists that were a size smaller than his, and the long, straight lines taut along the side of her neck when she tilted her head—her black shirt with two buttons undone, and the way her collarbone was faintly visible in the river breeze, a beauty that even a mask couldn't hide.
The two palms are placed together, their sizes are vastly different, but they actually have a special tension in the eyes.
"You're not my fan, are you?" Qin Weijin suddenly said.
Mo Ningzhi was taken aback. He gathered the removed cufflinks into his palm and raised his head slightly, his expression becoming very innocent: "Of course I am, why do you ask me that, Brother Jin?"
Qin said to Jin, "It doesn't seem like it."
She was completely different in front of him and when she wasn't; you could say she was putting on a very half-hearted performance.
“Then you’ve misunderstood me.” Mo Ningzhi then grasped his right hand, and said casually, “I’m a rather reserved person, and my love is subtle; you can hardly tell from it normally.”
Qin Weijin's expression was momentarily complicated: "You're more... what?"
Mo Ningzhi repeated it.
"..."
Use the words "reserved and introverted" if they apply to you.
Qin Weijin scrutinized him with a direct gaze: "Is that so?"
“Of course.” Mo Ningzhi’s eyes crinkled into a smile.
Qin for Jin: "..."
lie.
He talks about liking and loving all the time, but his acting is half-hearted. When caught, he claims his love is subtle, which is just fooling idiots.
"Alright, it's almost your turn to go on stage." Mo Ningzhi sewed the last cufflink into the fabric, then pinched out a heart, smiling insincerely: "Go for it, Brother Jin, you're the best."
Qin Weijin glanced at the heart in his hand, which seemed ready to vanish at any moment, and said, "Thank you for your kind words."
Mo Ningzhi pressed her advantage, saying, "This is what true fans should do."
For the sake of the extremely high monthly salary.
"..." Qin Weijin almost laughed out of anger.
...
After a grand introduction by the host, Qin Weijin took the stage to speak.
He held the microphone, his dark gold cufflinks gleaming in the sunlight.
The newly replaced cufflinks are impressive and heavy-duty, with a level of craftsmanship far exceeding that of ordinary craftsmanship. Mo Ningzhi had just noticed that the eyes of the two lions had subtle irregular marks and textures, as if they were purely hand-polished.
Old Mo used to collect cufflinks. When Mo Ningzhi was a child, he saw a whole cabinet of them in his walk-in closet. They had all kinds of cufflinks, including leopard heads, tiger heads, and crocodile heads. The craftsmanship and materials were also very diverse. However, given Old Mo's temperament and upbringing, such imposing ornaments were not really suitable for him.
But Qin Wei Jin was different. He was dressed so well and impeccably that even the proud lion head could not rival his splendor and could only serve as an embellishment.
What a pity.
He's so handsome, yet his character is questionable.
Mo Ningzhi leaned against the railing, relaxed and languid. The passing river breeze ruffled his shirt and hair, making him look quite attractive.
Many people in the vicinity were watching him.
Mo Ningzhi, who was recruiting, soon attracted a man. Most of the people who could appear here were either rich or noble. This young man was dressed in luxury brands and had a decent appearance. He came to Mo Ningzhi's side and leaned against the railing in the same posture.
"You like Qin Weijin?" he struck up a conversation.
Mo Ningzhi was bored at the moment, so she glanced at him casually.
That one look made the young man's heart flutter, and he spoke hurriedly: "I have some personal connections with the brand owner. If you like, I can get you an autograph."
Mo Ningzhi: "Why would I need his autograph?"
Young man: "...Collect?"
"Need not."
"Then why have you been looking at him for so long?"
Mo Ningzhi smiled frivolously, her narrowed eyes full of interest, her beautiful pupils becoming a trap: "Because I'm thinking about how to take care of him, do you have any ideas?"
other side:"……"
He glanced at Mo Ningzhi's cheap clothes, which he'd picked up from some street stall, and said disdainfully, "Instead of dreaming of Qin becoming Jin, why don't you look at the people around you?"
The young man moved closer to Mo Ningzhi and said ambiguously, "Want to give it a try? I'm no worse than him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ningzhi felt a hand wrap around his lower back. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were somewhat somber.
Seeing that he didn't stop him, the young man chuckled inwardly and was about to go further when his wrist was suddenly pulled away. Mo Ningzhi said in an extremely gentle tone, "No, I don't like ugly things."
Youth: "...You!"
He muttered something like "sick" under his breath and turned to leave.
Mo Ningzhi chuckled softly and turned his eyes away nonchalantly. But when he turned back, he saw Xiao Guo standing dumbfounded not far behind him, eyes wide and mouth agape, like a hamster that had been frightened.
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
That was careless of me; I forgot this is a public place.
"Xiao Guo, is there something you need?" He straightened up a bit.
It took Xiao Guo a while to come to her senses. "Oh, it's nothing serious... there's a banquet later, and Brother Jin invited us to come and have something to eat. It's lunchtime."
After he mentioned it, Mo Ningzhi realized it was almost one o'clock. "Okay, let's go."
Mo Ningzhi didn't mention the conversation they had just had, and Xiao Guo, equally anxious, didn't ask either, silently making their way into the cabin.
...
The interior of the cruise ship is equally luxurious, with diamond watches on display reflecting light and making the entire cabin sparkle.
Qin Weijin was chatting and laughing with the brand's big boss, surrounded by reporters.
Mo Ningzhi and Xu Hangxing found Xu Hangxing in the corner, who was eating a plate of French shortbread in front of him while keeping an eye on Qin Weijin's movements.
Seeing them, he raised his hand and greeted them, "You're here! Come on, eat up! These pastries are really good, just a little dry."
Xu Hangxing chose a good position; it was neither too close nor too far from Qin Weijin, and he could clearly observe the surrounding situation.
As expected of a veteran assistant, he's very thorough in his work.
The three were eating when suddenly a middle-aged man walked up to them.
Mo Ningzhi looked up and happened to meet the amazement in the other person's eyes.
The man sized him up, from the corners of his eyes to his lips, then to his waist and legs, his gaze blunt: "Which company are you an artist with?"
Mo Ningzhi took off his mask while eating, and now his entire face was exposed to the light. He said in a very calm tone, "I'm not a celebrity."
The man's eyes lit up, his gaze slid over the boy's waist and legs beneath his shirt: "Haven't debuted yet?"
Mo Ningzhi frowned, put down the food in her hand, wiped her mouth, and said, "I have no plans to debut."
The man moved a little closer to him. "I'm the owner of Qianlai Entertainment. Our company is recruiting a new batch of trainees. If you're interested, we can promote you in the next talent show."
After he finished speaking, he took out a card from his pocket: "This is my hotel room card. Come find me within three days if you've thought it through."
Xiao Guo and Xu Hangxing exchanged a glance, slowly realizing something was amiss. They had entered the entertainment industry earlier than Mo Ningzhi and were well aware of most of the unspoken rules. Generally, people who wanted to discuss business went directly to the company. Anyone who tried to hand over a room key was definitely a scoundrel.
Mo Ningzhi's expression didn't change much, he even smiled faintly, but his eyes had already darkened. He dared to throw wine all over a business partner's face in front of his direct superior, let alone this kind of thing that looked like a bad guy.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, about to make a move, but Xu Hangxing pulled him behind him and took a step forward himself.
Mo Ningzhi was stunned.
"Sir, we are Qin Weijin's assistants. He has no intention of debuting. Please leave."
"Assistant?" The man's eyes widened in surprise and uncertainty. He glanced at Mo Ningzhi and muttered, "What kind of assistant does someone who looks like that have..."
He bypassed Xu Hangxing and spoke directly to Mo Ningzhi: "My words are valid for a week. If you've thought it over, come to the hotel to find me."
After the man left, Xu Hangxing threw the room key into the trash can and turned to Mo Ning, saying, "In the future, if you encounter something like this, just stand up to him directly. Don't worry about offending anyone."
Mo Ning thought to herself, "If you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have smeared that bastard's face with the dirty plate I had in my hand."
Xiao Guo chimed in, "That's right. Brother Jin said long ago that we should dare to say no to unspoken rules. He's here for you, so don't worry."
After this ordeal, Xiao Guo could understand Mo Ningzhi's actions on the deck and felt heartbroken for the bad treatment he had suffered. She kept piling several small comfort cakes in front of Mo Ningzhi.
Mo Ningzhi looked at the two people in front of him as if they were two foolish sons of a landlord. He sighed and thought to himself with sarcasm.
...Your Brother Jin might be a staunch supporter of unspoken rules, and who knows how wild he is in his private life.
...
In the distance, Qin Weijin finished his activities and walked over, draped in starlight.
Xiao Guo quickly put down the plate: "Brother Jin."
Qin Weijin nodded and was about to speak.
A waitress was walking by with a tray when a piece of cake fell to her feet. She didn't notice and slipped.
Qin Weijin reacted quickly, reaching out to support her arm: "Are you alright?"
The waitress blushed after glancing at him and whispered, "Thank you, Teacher Qin."
Be careful.
"...Thank you, I understand."
The little girl blushed and hurriedly ran away with her plate in her arms.
Mo Ningzhi stood to the side watching, inwardly scoffing.
It's started again.
Scumbag.
He turned his head away dismissively.
As Qin Weijin turned around, he caught a glimpse of his assistant's more vivid side: his contemptuous expression was undisguised, and he listlessly turned his head away, his face full of displeasure.
Qin for Jin: "?"
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