Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 558: Chapter 297: Standing in the Wind and Rain, There Will Always Be Someone Who Says They Love You

Pei Muchan’s voice was faint, but he still heard it, and his entire being suddenly went stiff.

It was a bit unexpected…

Previously, to gain the upper hand, he took the offensive – suggesting that maybe they should give being together a try. At that time, he knew it was impossible, and the result was pretty much as he had expected.

But back then, he thought Pei Muchan was a novice in love and was a bit at a loss. Now, he realized it might not be the case and that it seemed related to himself.

“I don’t understand…” Xu Qingyan, who had almost finished eating, put down his chopsticks and asked, “What do you mean, uh… I’m just curious.”

“It could be because you stopped, or maybe it’s…” Pei Muchan suddenly blushed, unsure of what to say, “I’ve said a lot of strange things.”

“No, I just haven’t understood them for the moment,” Xu Qingyan replied, accustomed to smoothing things over, then paused before adding, “As long as it’s you who’s speaking, there must be some sense to it.”

With his response, Pei Muchan didn’t know what to say.

After paying the bill, the car drove along the preplanned route. Barring any mishaps, it would take about twenty minutes to reach her residential area, and then they would each head back to their own homes for a shower and sleep.

But things are prone to change, especially when some people are not content with the status quo.

Once a conversation has started, it’s hard to go back to behaving the same natural way as before. Rather than letting things seep out bit by bit, it’s better to be direct.

Mainly because Pei Muchan herself was unsure, and this was the first time in her life she felt uncertain.

“Let’s go to the new house, I have…”

“Did you forget to pick something up?” Xu Qingyan asked offhandedly as he touched the steering wheel.

Pei Muchan hesitated for a moment, “Yes.”

So the car headed in a different direction, towards Pei Muchan’s most valuable piece of property. The spacious and empty duplex where Xu Qingyan had stayed for a few days.

He had been there a few times and remembered the way quite well, it only took fifteen minutes to enter the underground parking garage of the complex.

“What did you leave behind?” Xu Qingyan pressed the elevator button and inquired during the wait, “Your place is pretty empty, isn’t it? Clothes?”

There was actually nothing; it was just an excuse. Pei Muchan licked her lips and said resolutely.

“There are still some bottles of wine in the wine cabinet, it’d be a pity to leave them there.”

“Oh.”

The two took the elevator up and changed shoes in the entryway. Xu Qingyan finished first and turned his head to watch her, finding the curve she made as she bent over to change shoes endlessly appealing.

She seemed to notice something, looking up and frowning at him.

Xu Qingyan just shrugged, smiling carefree. A person with many lice does not itch; if he were really straightforward with Pei Muchan, it would only be in the number of times they kissed.

Once the atmosphere was set, no one could control it.

He was used to pushing his luck little by little, but he would never take too big a step. Pei Muchan was visibly uncomfortable with certain types of physical contact, so he never overstepped his bounds.

With an ordinary couple, they would have already taken things further.

He wasn’t in a rush because it was Pei Muchan – the fish was already in the pot. So, for such an inevitable matter, letting things happen naturally was more appropriate.

The living room.

At the dining table, Xu Qingyan said, “I really didn’t expect you to enjoy drinking, aren’t you a lightweight?”

At his words, Pei Muchan blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“I thought it could appreciate in value.”

“Oh? Maotai?” His interest was immediately piqued, like antennae perking up, “Where is it? I didn’t see it on my last visit.”

“No, wine.”

“Did it appreciate in value?”

“This area’s pretty complex…”

“Ah, you’ve chosen the wrong track,” Xu Qingyan lamented.

In truth, he didn’t understand it, nor did he need to. For him, collecting wine was not as profitable as making a film; as long as it wasn’t a flop, it was like printing money.

Indeed, some people are jacks-of-all-trades, which is why they talk about comfort zones. It’s comfortable to stay put. Each field has its threshold, and Xu Qingyan chose not to cross it.

The entertainment industry has no threshold either, and yet not every song is a hit, nor is every show guaranteed success.

Even Zhao Mingyuan lamented when drunk, “I’ve come to understand that film and television are king, all literature and scripts are subordinate, and messing around in them doesn’t really make money.”

This stuff, the pop culture, naturally holds more value. If we were to turn back time a few decades, when film and television weren’t so hot, it was the age of the intellectual, and writers made more money.

“It won’t appreciate, so it might as well rot here. Why not have a drink?” Pei Muchan suggested, looking somewhat tense.

“Sure, I’ll happily accept your generosity,” Xu Qingyan wouldn’t refuse – after all, alcohol was meant to enliven the mood, “But if we drink, we’ll need to find a designated driver, otherwise we won’t be able to get back.”

Her mood, which she had been fostering, was instantly ruined by Xu Qingyan’s comment. Under normal circumstances, she would have been able to tell that Xu Qingyan was saying it on purpose.

For her, getting a designated driver was too much trouble; she actually preferred to spend the night there. But that seemed a bit too fast… No, rather, it felt odd.

The place had bedding but was equipped with virtually everything else, which was even stranger.

Granted, in the other apartment by the riverbanks where she usually stayed, they had already shared a night of drinking and spent the night together. In the end, they had just kissed, without any reckless presumptions.

But she didn’t frequently stay at this apartment – it was always available, a bit like a personal hotel.

“Hmm.” Pei Muchan nodded.

It was like dipping a hand into the river, the ripples that spread out brought back subtle hints, and Xu Qingyan could sense a trace of conflict on Pei Muchan’s face.

So what was she conflicted about?

Pei Muchan opened a bottle of red wine, found two wine glasses, and clumsily washed them in the kitchen. Xu Qingyan watched, his eyelid twitching, as his dishwashing was much more adept than her movements.

Only a dimly lit border light in the living room was turned on, so the illumination wasn’t very bright.

In the chaos of opening the bottle, the corkscrew fell under the table. Pei Muchan searched for a while and realized it had rolled beneath, forcing her to frustratingly stoop down to look for it.

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