The night has gradually descended, with shadows floating across the sky, while vibrant colors light up the earth below to combat the darkness.

The light show is fully illuminated, with the fountain of lights, bright color screens, and various roller coasters all lighting up. The screams of tourists and the light trails of the high-speed wheel swiftly fly through the air.

Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu found a place to sit down; after walking in high heels for a while, their feet felt a bit tired.

Qing Rong was alone, looking for the exit to the greenery maze.

Zhao Yu stretched his neck to look at Qing Rong, who was tall enough to still see his back from afar.

"Wow, what a coincidence! We happened to meet here."

Mu Qiu was still holding her phone, messaging Cheng Zhirang. Upon hearing this, she responded with a sound, then continued sending messages while saying, "We need to line up at the castle after we leave, because the fireworks are about to start."

Zhao Yu looked at her speechlessly.

As someone unconcerned, she felt restless, pondering if there could be a way to accept beautiful men without exception, while the person of interest was still concerned about castle fireworks.

Oh, she cares about castle fireworks while texting her official boyfriend, clearly showing no concern or interest in giving others a chance.

Tsk, some are plagued by drought while others drown.

Mu Qiu didn’t know what Zhao Yu was thinking. She was considering whether to ask Cheng Zhirang to come pick her up.

She never expected to run into Qing Rong at Disney. Initially, she wasn’t worried about being photographed since she was just hanging out with her friends. But with Qing Rong’s presence, if they got photographed, it could be troublesome.

If Cheng Zhirang could come pick her up, they could meet as a group of four, and even if they were photographed, it wouldn’t matter.

It’s just that it might be too much trouble for Cheng Zhirang?

She hesitated for a while, gazing at Cheng Zhirang’s message reply, deep in thought.

[Brother Cheng: Has a dinner party, discussing the recent post-apocalypse script.]

[Brother Cheng: Having fun?]

[Pretty fun.]

She thought it over once more and finally asked Cheng Zhirang a question.

[Actually, I ran into the script’s author in Alice in Wonderland’s maze]

[Could you come pick me up after the dinner party?]

She didn’t worry about Cheng Zhirang saying no.

From the beginning until now, Cheng Zhirang had seemingly never refused her.

It’s as if from the moment he agreed to fulfill her wish, this situation was established.

Besides, even if he refused, it wouldn’t be a problem.

She tapped her foot, her eyes fixed intently on the pointed toe of her black high heels.

After a while, Cheng Zhirang replied.

[Brother Cheng: Call me when you’re tired, no need to wait until the dinner ends]

[Brother Cheng: Have you had dinner?]

[Ah, not yet. We’re going to check out the light show later, and eat then]

[No drinking, okay?]

[Brother Cheng: Alright. I haven’t had any yet]

Actually, that’s not true.

By seven thirty in the evening, the dinner party had already gone through a round. He had some drinks, listening to the director talk about the film’s casting setup.

The phone was laying beside him, flashing twice.

The director was enthusiastically speaking while drinking, but the representative of the investors found it tedious, so seeing him smiling at his phone, asked, "Brother Cheng, what’s up, girlfriend messaging?"

Everyone at the table turned their gaze.

Cheng Zhirang turned off his phone, gently smiled, and looked up softly saying, "Yes, she’s reminding me not to drink too much, I’ll pick her up later."

Chen Song, seated next to him, got goosebumps.

Everyone knew his girlfriend as Mu Qiu and heard that their relationship was quite good. Seeing him like this, they all teased him with ambiguous smiles.

"The relationship is really good, never thought a variety show would result in a romance."

"It’s a coincidence, never participated in variety shows before, but the first time resulted in getting a girlfriend."

"That’s a question for Big Agent Chen, why didn’t you make Cheng Zhirang join shows earlier on."

Chen Song put down his chopsticks, maintained a professional smile: "It’s said, even if he joined earlier, he wouldn’t have met Mu Qiu."

The director laughed heartily: "It’s a matter of fate! Speaking of fate, this movie script is also fated as well, isn’t the original author a friend of Mu Qiu? You could say that’s another coincidence."

Continuing to circle the topic without closing it off, Chen Song skillfully dodged committing to this matter.

There are plenty of scripts coming their way, maybe better ones at the back. Unless Cheng Zhirang agrees to it, they couldn’t take it, but neither could they reject it entirely. What if the later scripts turn out to be the best?

Thankfully this is about choosing scripts, naturally choosing the best ones. If it were about relationships, it would be like juggling one while ogling another, quite a scumbag behavior.

The dinner didn’t last long because Cheng Zhirang signaled stronger willingness to cooperate, prompting the director to conclude things smoothly. Knowing Cheng Zhirang had to pick up his girlfriend, they didn’t linger.

Someone even cheerfully reminded him to watch out for paparazzi.

After leaving the dinner, Assistant Wen drove first to drop off Chen Song and then turned to send Cheng Zhirang to Disney.

Mu Qiu drove herself there, so this car wasn’t needed, and once arrived, they let Assistant Wen drive the car back to the studio.

It actually helped to confuse the sensitive paparazzi around.

He closed his eyes leaning on the back seat, contemplating potential situations and measures when arriving.

Also considering the meaning behind the two messages Mu Qiu sent earlier.

First mentioning running into Qing Rong, and then wanting him to pick her up.

This was, actively reporting and actively avoiding suspicion?

His lips curved slightly in contemplation.

...

Qing Rong was a great conversationalist, maintaining a lively atmosphere without awkwardness, making Zhao Yu and Mu Qiu laugh continuously.

Moreover, he was considerate, buying them chilled sodas when he saw they were hot, each receiving a bottle, with Mu Qiu also getting some of her favorite things back, like photos he took of the night scenery.

When they wanted to rest, he helped carry their dress hems and offered a hand to support them. When they wanted photos, though he jokingly said, "You can’t blame me if they aren’t good," the results were always even more stunning.

Attentive and thoughtful, like a hired assistant.

A little after seven, the fireworks show started.

Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu were ecstatic, holding hands and squeezing into the crowd.

Further back, the crowd was less dense since everyone couldn’t get closer. But more towards the front, it was truly packed, feeling like friction could ignite sparks.

They didn’t dare go further forward. In such crowded areas, accidental brushing might lead to unidentifiable contact.

But standing at the back, they were not tall enough to see the castle up front, only able to look up at the fireworks exploding in midair.

Qing Rong continuously shielded them from excited people pushing by, getting bumped several times, but his protective hand on Mu Qiu’s right side never moved away.

As the fireworks flew up and exploded, the two beside him were excitedly watching the sky, he turned to look at Mu Qiu.

Her eyes reflected the colorful bursts of fireworks, her long, elegantly curved lashes and striking black eyeliner giving her an alluring look even with her eyes wide open.

Mundane beauty fell into her gaze, and all the splendor landed within her heart.