Mu Qiu wired one hundred and three yuan to Qing Rong.

"Let’s just forget about that one yuan and forty cents change, Qing Rong shouldn’t miss that little bit of money."

Is this really about the money? Zhao Yu thought to herself, munching on an egg waffle while listening.

Qing Rong didn’t say anything, just responded lazily with a hum.

Between smart people, many things don’t need to be made explicit; just a few ambiguous words are enough.

Both parties know the other understands their meaning, it’s just that some people pretend to be confused, and the other person is happy to go along with it.

Mu Qiu felt her idea was correct; in this situation, Cheng Zhirang really needed to pick her up.

The three of them sat on a bench by the road, slowly eating, not talking much, each with different thoughts.

After finishing their snacks, they went to the pirate ship. The pirate ship here had a storyline, much more fun than the ones outside.

Thanks to this dress, standing at the bow of the ship, they felt they must have been a formidable character a hundred years ago, having a place in the pirate crew.

After the pirate ship, Mu Qiu originally wanted to try the supposedly most thrilling "Tron Lightcycle Power Run," although it was not convenient to wear a skirt, she really wanted to try this adrenaline-pumping activity.

Unfortunately, she was stopped by Zhao Yu and Qing Rong working together.

They had watched the light show and the fireworks show, and taken hundreds of photos, and Zhao Yu expressed she was very satisfied with the night’s experience, not needing more thrill to enhance the happiness.

Since the birthday girl refused, Mu Qiu had to give up.

"Is there anything else you want to play? If not, we’ll go back and eat cake."

Zhao Yu shook her head, curtsied with her skirt, and said, "Tonight was very wonderful, I really liked it, thank you Miss Qiu."

Mu Qiu also returned the courtesy: "You’re welcome, Miss Spring."

Then the two faced each other and laughed again.

"What’s that about, Miss Spring? You really have an imagination."

"I call it striving for rhyme, Miss Qiu and Miss Spring are a perfect match."

"Stop it, everyone knows you’re the best at messing around. Next time if you forget to check your account balance while buying something and wait for a friend to transfer money, nobody will believe you."

"The scene you set is quite detailed. Hey, Qing Rong, are you still looking for inspiration here? We’re getting ready to go home."

Qing Rong stood behind them without moving, and now hearing Mu Qiu call his name, he took two steps forward with his long legs, saying, "I’ll walk you out."

The three of them walked a short distance together, Qing Rong asked Mu Qiu, "How are you going back? It’s not safe to take a cab anymore."

Mu Qiu smiled with curved eyes, "I asked Brother Cheng to come pick us up."

"That’s good, safest this way." Qing Rong didn’t seem to find mentioning Cheng Zhirang at this time awkward in the slightest, even without any pause, acting very normal.

If it weren’t for those few sentences that almost broke the balance earlier, she would have classified him as a completely ordinary friend.

On the way, Qing Rong followed them a step behind, gently reminding them to watch out for kids running around.

Although the atmosphere wasn’t as harmonious as before, it wasn’t bad either. Following behind, he could freely observe Mu Qiu’s outfit for today.

This was probably the only day he could see her dressed like this.

His new book initially had a be ending, originally setting the heroine as a type of villain, merely a fleeting passerby in the hero’s life. But now, he wanted to give the hero a fulfilling life.

If the hero weren’t aware, he wouldn’t feel how regretful a be would be.

After leaving Disney, Mu Qiu visibly got excited, linking arms with Zhao Yu’s, looking around to find Cheng Zhirang.

Finding nothing, she bowed her head to make a phone call.

The beep-beep-beep, then Cheng Zhirang’s warm, magnetic voice, even through the electrical signals, tickled Mu Qiu’s ears a bit.

"Hello?"

"Cheng..." She wanted to call him Brother Cheng, but fearing that public nickname would make others notice, she twisted her words to another set of three words.

"Little Brother, where are you?"

Cheng ’Little Brother’ Zhirang: "...I am about two hundred meters from the entrance to the parking lot. Wait, I see you."

The red dress stood out, vibrant and eye-catching, even from a distance.

Only, beside those two spots of red stood a taller black silhouette.

The night provided a protective shield; Cheng Zhirang squinted at them, tapping the driver’s seat back, "To the parking lot."

Then speaking to the phone, "Qiuqiu, where did you park? We’re going there, and then we’ll have Assistant Wen drive this car away, we’ll take that one."

Mu Qiu answered with "Oh" and turned towards the parking lot, sending him the location as well.

Qing Rong didn’t follow, just stood there and gently pushed the brim of his cap with his knuckle, watching through the street the slowly leaving black car.

Even without any obvious movement, and not being able to see who was inside, he just knew that was Cheng Zhirang’s car.

At such a close distance, he still dared not get off to pick someone up, pft.

What’s the point of being in love like this; he couldn’t quite grasp Mu Qiu’s thoughts.

Up ahead, Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu had walked a good distance, he stayed by watching that car enter the lot, then lifted his hand to touch the cap brim, stepping to catch up in the same direction.

With long legs, he caught up with Mu Qiu and her companions quickly.

At this hour, many people were leaving by car, laughing and talking, and children were crying and fussing. The three of them were quite conspicuous walking together, easily recognized in such well-lit places and few people around.

Mu Qiu slightly bowed her head, relying on Zhao Yu to look out for Cheng Zhirang.

"He’s got the hazards on, black car... Qing Rong?"

Qing Rong took off his hat and put it on her head, pressing the brim down.

"You better wear that hat properly, someone’s already been staring at you."

She was about to take it off, hesitated at his words, and obediently wore it again.

"Don’t you find it annoying? Just out for a normal day, and it has to be all sneaky and unseen."

His voice was indifferent, devoid of other emotions.

Mu Qiu shook her head, "Not because of him it needs to be sneaky; many celebrities go out openly. I just don’t want to stir up trouble."

"What trouble? Just going out once will cause him trouble, so you won’t go out anymore? His status is restraining you."

"There’s no choice; I do it willingly."

Qing Rong couldn’t help but laugh in anger.

"You do it willingly? Look at that face in the mirror and see if it looks ’willing’. You only frown when you’re annoyed and don’t want to talk.

Walking in those high heels when you’re already tired, and still enduring to find him, what are you after? Just for his face?"

He was exasperated by her earlier money talk, and although he didn’t mean to say any of this, he couldn’t hold back.