Mu Qiu directly stopped and refused to walk any further, taking off the baseball cap and throwing it at him, then pushing him into the corner.

Zhao Yu was shivering beside them.

Help, she already saw Cheng Zhirang’s car, but now Mu Qiu had pushed Qing Rong into the corner, ready to do whatever she pleased. What could be done? The battlefield had arrived too fiercely.

Qing Rong was also a bit shocked, staggered backward after being pushed by Mu Qiu, and then realized he hadn’t retreated to the innermost corner yet and got an additional push.

After being pushed twice in a row, his back was directly pressed against the pillar on the edge of the parking lot.

Holding the hat, his eyebrows raised high, obviously quite startled.

Mu Qiu was calm as ever, lifted the hem of her skirt single-handedly, and walked out with her foot in black high heels, making a crisp sound, stepping right beside Qing Rong’s foot.

Causing him to involuntarily shrink his foot.

"Come on, let me explain to you properly."

She had an expression of "Whether you understand or not, you have to listen when I, the lady, am talking logic."

"Everything has a trade-off, if you want this, you have to give that. I just like his face and body, so I have to endure the trouble this face and body bring.

If one day I think his face and body aren’t worth the trouble they bring, then well, I’ve enjoyed it, part ways amicably, no big deal.

Besides, Qing Rong, I think we’re like-minded friends, and you want to use a romance novel’s tactics on me, isn’t this inappropriate?

Do you not know I have a boyfriend? Or do you not know I don’t treat you as a backup? Or, have you been writing to the point of getting a messier mind, not knowing what right perspective is?"

Qing Rong closed his eyes, ignoring the part below her collarbone and the extremely alluring leg that stretched out.

Still being criticized for having a wrong perspective, he could still take the time to think: The effect of the Kilinor Dress was too good, was simply unbearable.

Moments later, he raised his hand to block his view, leaned back a little, with a dry throat, said: "Yes, my perspective is wrong. But why can’t you fight for what you like?"

"I consider you a friend, and you want to steal my boyfriend?"

"...Mu Xiaohua, can you just focus on the two people involved in your words?" Anyone unaware might think he had an affair with her boyfriend.

Mu Qiu didn’t care about these things, she lifted her foot and stepped on the high heel again, the heel made a ’thud’ sound on the ground, expressing her warning about his misplaced focus.

Qing Rong raised his hands with resignation: "Okay, it’s my fault, my perspective is wrong, shouldn’t have meddled in matters between you and your boyfriend."

"You got the last line right. Since you know I have a boyfriend, you should know there are some jokes you shouldn’t make lightly."

This time Qing Rong didn’t respond directly, turned his head sideways, and said: "Do you remember a story you wrote before? It could be said I’m always ready to save you from trouble."

Mu Qiu kept her cool and was ready to use another argument to press him down, when footsteps approached from behind.

"What’s going on?" Cheng Zhirang walked closer, casually put a hand on her shoulder, and asked her softly.

Zhao Yu behind them desperately signaled her with his eyes: I couldn’t stop him, hurry and end this battlefield.

Unfortunately, her eyesight had no effect at all.

Mu Qiu glanced at Cheng Zhirang, saw that he was wearing both a mask and a hat, and said: "My friend is talking without thinking, I’m trying to talk sense into him."

Cheng Zhirang acted as if he only just noticed the third person’s existence then, reaching out his other hand: "Hello, Mr. Qing."

Mr. Qing kept a calm face and shook hands with him.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng. I thought I’d run into both of you sooner."

Unexpectedly, I only ran into your girlfriend.

"It’s a special anniversary for two girls, not appropriate for me to join," Cheng Zhirang took off his mask, his voice still calm, "So, did they invite you?"

If they didn’t, why would a man come to Disney to eat cotton candy?

Qing Rong chuckled: "Well, no, it was a coincidence. They were really stunning in those red dresses, I saw them at a glance. I even said, what a coincidence, meeting here."

"It’s indeed a coincidence, Mu Qiu mentioned it to me when she asked me to pick her up, said she ran into an author friend."

Cheng Zhirang, unhurriedly, one arm around Mu Qiu, the other holding the mask he took off, still presented that matured and confident aura, even his rebuttals seemed deeper and more grounded than others.

A man with deep substance is like a rich red wine, increasingly tempting the more it’s tasted.

It was then that Mu Qiu realized that this was indeed a battlefield, a drama was being reenacted between two men.

This felt quite odd.

She stopped both of them from saying more, "Enough with the small talk. Standing here for too long isn’t great, let’s get to the car. Qing Rong, did you drive?"

"No. Would you kindly take me back?"

"You sure think nicely."

She, like a heartless straight man, didn’t care about Miss Qing’s green tea behavior, grabbed Cheng Zhirang and started walking back.

"You should hurry up and go home too, spend some time writing if you’re free."

"The draft isn’t completely revised yet, can’t write."

"Then draft the outline. I’ll tell your editor you’ve started a new book and ask him to remind you every day."

"Great, you’re as annoying as an elementary student. I’ll go back and tell the editor, beware of girls adding friends recently, they don’t have good intentions."

"Let’s see if I add faster than your words take effect. Bye."

Qing Rong straightened his posture, waved a hand: "Take care."

The three got into the car Zhao Yu drove here, another black car driven by Assistant Wen followed them.

Probably because they lingered too long and someone had already recognized one of them as a star, or maybe seeing the two gentlemen standing there was quite pleasing, so when Cheng Zhirang drove the car away, people were already gathered around, taking photos.

Some even took pictures of Qing Rong.

Qing Rong stood still, watching the two cars leave the parking lot until they were out of sight, then withdrew his gaze, ignoring the crowd taking pictures of him, put his hat on and walked out from the other direction.

He obviously drove here; he just didn’t park here, and his direction home was different.

So it was bound not to be the same path.

He casually twirled his car keys, expression calm, disregarding the crowd staring at him, found his car, then with a roar drove away quickly.

On the other side.

Cheng Zhirang drove without speaking. Aside from the ’tick-tick-tick’ of the turn signal during left and right turns, no one spoke.

Silence flowed within the car.

Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu’s previously changed clothes were neatly folded and placed in a bag on the passenger seat. Their original plan was to find a restroom to change back before heading home; they didn’t want to keep wearing the red dresses stuck in the car, feeling hot and anxious.

But now it was clear they couldn’t change.

Mu Qiu was sweating from her forehead, constantly wiping it off, getting increasingly annoyed, she simply leaned forward, grabbing the back of the driver’s seat, and poked her head to speak with Cheng Zhirang.

"I’m so hot."