Chapter 245 (Updated 2451)
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Mu Shaoting returned earlier than Mu Shaowu had expected.
With Mu Shaoyan and Mu Zheng not home, and Mu Feng having already gone to bed because he had promised Ye Qingxi, only Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi were awake at the moment.
"Then let's celebrate as a trio," Mu Shaoting said, "so we don't disturb Dad's sleep."
Mu Shaowu nodded and watched her cut the cake.
Mu Shaoting gave the cake to his nephew and brother first, and then cut himself a large piece last.
"Congratulations to our Miss Mu for winning the Golden Spirit Award for Best Female Singer in less than a year since her debut," Mu Shaowu said.
Ye Qingxi put down the cake and clapped.
Mu Shaoting couldn't help but laugh, his eyes sparkling.
The three of them happily finished the cake, chatting and laughing, before returning to their rooms.
The next day, Mu Shaoyan and Mu Zheng went home to celebrate Mu Shaoting winning her first award as a singer.
Mu Shaoting was naturally delighted and gave a new acceptance speech at the dinner table: "First of all, I want to thank our baby—Xiao Xi~ Thank you for always being with me, making me both happy and at ease during the competition~"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? What do you mean by "our baby"?!
It's clearly his baby!
Fine, considering it's her victory celebration today, I'll let it go.
"Secondly, I want to thank my wise and powerful father! I am grateful for his excellent genes, which gave me such a good voice."
Mu Feng: If you put it that way, I won't allow you to go down the wrong path of singing.
But since it was a good day for Mu Shaoting to receive an award, Mu Feng unusually refrained from saying anything, so as not to spoil her good mood.
"Finally, I want to thank myself for having dreams and the ability!"
"Great!" Mu Shaoyan agreed.
Mu Shaowu then clapped in response.
"But these are all our father's children. Why is it that you can win an award, while Second Brother threatens to kill someone the moment he opens his mouth?" Mu Shaoyan didn't quite understand.
Mu Shaoting: ...Let's not ask that question.
Mu Shaowu: ...
"You'd better shut up now, or I'll beat you up when your sister is happiest."
Mu Shaoyan retorted, "You? It's not certain who will beat whom!"
Mu Shaowu: !!!
A short while later, Mu Shaoyan's screams and pleas for mercy came from the living room: "Brother, I was wrong!" "I will never dare to do it again!"
Ye Qingxi: ...
So, if you don't court death, you won't die.
Uncle, you've earned your position as the younger brother in this family all because of your own actions.
That evening, while Ye Qingxi was playing games on her tablet, she received a new email from Mu Shaoting, asking for her address so she could send him the trophy.
Ye Qingxi replied: 【No rush, just leave it with you for now.】
Mu Shaoting: ...
Mu Shaoting felt that he was just afraid of her going there.
Mu Shaoting replied to his email: 【Don't worry, I'll definitely just let the trophy go; I won't go. I'm lying to you, I won't win Best Female Singer next year.】
Ye Qingxi: ...It's not that I don't trust you, Auntie, it's just that we share the same address!
How can I give this to you?!
Ye Qingxi: [It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I'm not home right now. Please mail it to me when I'm done with my work. ^_^]
Mu Shaoting looked at the ^_^ at the end of his sentence and thought, "Okay, it might be inconvenient for him to receive the goods, so I'll just leave them with her for now."
Mu Shaoting: [Then don't forget.]
Ye Qingxi: [Don't worry, I won't forget.]
He had already thought it through.
He will definitely take back the identity of Murong Qing.
What if he grows up a bit and wants to write songs?
When the time comes, some people will definitely say that his style is similar to Murong Qing's, and those who want to criticize him will probably accuse him of plagiarism.
Therefore, the best solution is to make him Murong Qing's student. In this way, his style will be in line with his teacher's, and there will naturally be no problem.
Ye Qingxi had even figured out how he would become Murong Qing's apprentice.
Six months later, after the World Championships opened, he sent an email to Mu Shaoting in the name of Murong Qing, saying that he watched the opening ceremony, liked her nephew's singing, wanted to take him as his apprentice and teach him to write songs, and hoped that Mu Shaoting could give him his email address so that the two of them could talk.
Mu Shaoting would definitely feel embarrassed to refuse.
Then he can get Murong Qing and Ye Qingxi hooked up.
Then, he could naturally use Murong Qing's identity to have Mu Shaoting give the trophy to Ye Qingxi, saying that he hoped Ye Qingxi could take these three trophies as her goal, write moving songs when she grows up, and become a new generation of music creator.
In this way, he can become Murong Qing's spokesperson, and Murong Qing can gradually fade out of his aunt's life.
He couldn't just make Murong Qing disappear suddenly, because that would definitely upset Mu Shaoting, who would wonder why his friend suddenly seemed to have vanished.
But he also had to get Murong Qing out of Mu Shaoting's world—the longer he existed, the more traces he left behind, and the greater the chance that he would be exposed.
Therefore, Ye Qingxi chose a compromise that was good for everyone.
Murong Qing will always be Mu Shaoting's friend, an unforgettable figure in her life. However, he is a man who forgets his friends when he has a disciple. Once he has his beloved little disciple, he forgets his good friend. Ironically, this little disciple is Mu Shaoting's favorite little nephew.
So what can Mu Shaoting do?
Mu Shaoting could only angrily complain to her little nephew that his teacher had forgotten his friends after seeing his student, which made her feel ashamed that she had been his manager for so long. But she was also happy that her little nephew was favored by her friend, thinking that he was indeed her little nephew and was very likable.
And her little nephew would nod and say, "Auntie, you're right. Uncle Murong is really annoying."
The more Ye Qingxi thought about it, the better she felt this ending was.
It's good for everyone.
Although it's a bit funny that he worships himself and teaches himself, if he doesn't say so, who would know?
Ye Qingxi logged out of her email and continued playing the game.
At the end of December, with only half a month left before filming began, Feng Que was noticeably busier.
He had to remotely direct operations, verify procedures, and sometimes even fly back to City S for on-site inspections.
Seeing this, Mu Shaowu decided to set aside his morning time as well, so he could have more time to practice his acting skills.
He arrived at Feng Que's house at nine o'clock in the morning and began acting with Feng Que.
They rehearsed their lines until midnight, and both of them were hungry. Feng Que didn't want to order takeout, so he decided to take matters into his own hands, went into the kitchen, and started cooking.
Mu Shaowu sat on the sofa and continued reading the script—just kidding, Feng Que isn't his son, why would he bother going to the kitchen?
Besides, Feng Que didn't say he needed his help.
Mu Shaowu waited confidently to enjoy the meal that was served to him.
Feng Que washed the green peppers and onions and was about to chop them when her phone rang.
He picked it up and glanced at it; it was his mother, who was far away on the other side of the ocean.
"Hello." Feng Que put on a Bluetooth headset.
"Have you eaten?" Feng's mother asked with concern.
"In progress."
"Chinese food or Western food?"
"Chinese food."
Feng's mother nodded. "There's something your father told me not to tell you, but I think you might need to know."
"What?" Feng Que asked in confusion.
"Lily went to find you."
"Lily?" Feng Que was even more confused. Who was this?
"It's that blind date your dad introduced you to before," Feng's mother reminded her.
Phoenix Palace: ? ? ? !!!
Feng Que was speechless. "Didn't I already say I'm not interested in her?!"
"Your dad said that interests can be cultivated."
Phoenix Palace: ...
"Besides, you don't have a girlfriend, so why not try getting to know her?" Feng's mother suggested.
"I don't like her, so why should I have contact with her?"
“But you don’t like anyone,” said Madam Feng. “Who have you liked since you were a child? You’ve never liked anyone. When asked, you just say you don’t like them. When asked again, you just say you don’t have a connection with them. I don’t know how high your standards are. What kind of person can catch your eye, Director Feng?”
Phoenix Palace: ...
"Let Lily go back first. I won't see her even if she comes."
"Xiao Que, you're already twenty-seven. Some of your peers already have kids who are grown up. You can't stay single forever, can you? Your dad and I are different. Your dad thinks Lily is great, but I think Lily is just so-so. But I also think you need to meet more girls and discover their wonderful qualities. Otherwise, you'll never have a boyfriend."
Does it really matter whether someone is single or not?
“It’s not important,” said Mother Feng. “Being single isn’t important. What’s important is that you’re still single, which is a big problem! Anyway, you’re single now, so just treat it as making friends.”
"I don't need..."
"I have a phone call coming in, I'll hang up now," said Feng's mother, and then hung up the phone.
Phoenix Palace: ...
The Emperor is weary of his duties.
Since last year, his parents have been keen to introduce him to potential partners, claiming that since everyone is single, even if they can't be boyfriend and girlfriend, they can still be friends.
That's why he was determined to return to China to film "Summer".
I never expected that even though he was separated from them by the Pacific Ocean, his parents still wouldn't let him go!
how?
Does he really have to have a partner?
Is it impossible to do without it?!
They weren't afraid that he would just pick up a random girl on the street and say she was his girlfriend.
They'll be scared to death!
"Are they really not afraid?" Feng Que thought to himself. With his discerning eye, let alone on the street, even in the entertainment industry full of handsome men and beautiful women, he hadn't seen many who caught his eye.
Just as Feng Que was in despair, he suddenly heard Mu Shaowu's voice, "Director Feng, your package has arrived. Where should I put it?"
"Just put it in the living room," Feng Que said absentmindedly.
Mu Shaowu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the cutting board where he had chopped onions and green peppers, and peeled shrimp. "How much longer?"
He was starving.
"Soon," Feng Que said.
"Good luck, Director Feng!" Mu Shaowu said with a smile.
Feng Que: ...Then come in and help me!
It's not like I can't cook.
I saw you doing quite well on variety shows!
Feng Que sighed, knowing that Mu Shaowu was a free gift in a buy-one-get-one-free deal.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd invited a patriarch!
I have to accompany him to rehearse every day, guide him step by step, adjust the filming methods for him, spend more money, and now I have to cook for him!
Even if he were to find a partner, it wouldn't be anything special!
Object?
Object!
The Phoenix Palace suddenly opened up!
Yes, he hasn't met many people in the entertainment industry who catch his eye, but isn't Mu Shaowu the most compatible one he's ever met?!
As long as he brings Mu Shaowu to his parents and says that he is his boyfriend, then his parents will naturally stop trying to set him up on blind dates every day.
Moreover, Mu Shaowu is impeccable in terms of both looks and family background.
If he doesn't say anything, and if Mu Shaowu doesn't say anything, his parents definitely won't be able to tell that their relationship is fake.
They couldn't even bring themselves to say something like, "He's not good enough for you."
The more Feng Que thought about it, the more suitable it seemed.
Moreover, Mu Shaowu also has Ye Qingxi. What if his parents say, "You two are both men, what will happen to the child?"
He said, "Isn't the child right here? The child is wonderful! He's just like my own son, with such acting skills! He's truly my son!"
Let's see what his parents have to say then!
Thinking of this, Feng Que quickly cracked some eggs and started making fried rice.
Mu Shaowu had no idea that someone had their eyes on him and his son; he was still engrossed in reading the script in the living room.
Just then, the aroma of fried rice wafted over. Mu Shaowu looked up and saw Feng Que carrying two plates of fried rice toward him.
Mu Shaowu quickly went over, took it, and placed it on the dining table for Feng Que.
"It smells pretty good," Mu Shaowu said.
Feng Que handed him the spoon, "Try it."
Mu Shaowu didn't stand on ceremony and scooped up a spoonful to taste.
It tastes great and has a lot of ingredients, including eggs, shrimp, corn, green peppers, onions, and some green peas.
Mu Shaowu nodded, "I thought you grew up abroad and would be better at Western food."
“If you eat a few Chinese meals abroad, you’ll become even better at Chinese cuisine,” Feng Que said.
"Is it really that bad?" Mu Shaowu asked curiously.
"You didn't eat this when you went abroad?"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? ?
"Who would eat Chinese food abroad!" Mu Shaowu exclaimed, then realized, "Oh, you."
Phoenix Palace: ...
Mu Shaowu, feeling obligated to help, immediately praised Feng Que when he saw that Feng Que remained silent, saying, "But Director Feng, your skills are indeed quite good."
"Do you like it?" Feng Que asked.
Mu Shaowu nodded.
"Then you're allowed to eat at my place from now on."
Mu Shaowu: !!!
"Thank you so much."
Feng Que smiled, "But there's something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Go ahead," Mu Shaowu said, lowering his head to scoop up another spoonful.
I must say, this fried rice is really good.
"Could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment?"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? !!!
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