Apart from the fact that Cheng Zhirang is a celebrity, he’s indeed a very good candidate for a son-in-law.

Especially with his calm demeanor and respectful attitude towards them, he also takes great care of their daughter... although this care often resembles a father’s care for his daughter, because what boyfriend would be concerned about whether his girlfriend chews slowly when eating?

But this doesn’t affect their high opinion of Cheng Zhirang at all.

"Let’s leave it to her preferences, she’s an adult now, and she should take responsibility for her actions," Yuan Chun sighed and said, "If she falls, we can use this experience of hitting a wall to guide her back. Doesn’t she always complain we are too strict?"

"What if she wants to get married now?" Mu Zhi asked.

Yuan Chun’s eyebrows tightened: "Impossible."

"But from what I see, Xiao Cheng might not think so," as he mentioned Xiao Cheng, he looked towards the stairs, frowning and said, "What are they talking about upstairs? Why haven’t they come down yet? I’ll bring some fruit up."

As he spoke, he headed to the kitchen, grabbed some fruit, and walked upstairs with a platter.

Yuan Chun quickly pulled him back.

"I’ll go, you sit down here."

Just in case they were doing something, it would be awkward for both sides if caught by the father.

When she went upstairs, she deliberately walked heavily, and the two people upstairs who were kissing passionately immediately separated upon hearing the sound.

Then Cheng Zhirang’s eyes darkened, he brushed Mu Qiu’s lips with his thumb, and handed her the glass of water on the table.

When Yuan Chun went up, she didn’t expect the door to their room to be open, where Cheng Zhirang was sitting on a separate chair, Mu Qiu was sitting at the end of the bed drinking water, nothing seemed unusual.

Her opinion of Cheng Zhirang went up a notch.

"Xiao Cheng, are you thirsty? These are the fruits we just bought today, have some. Qiuqiu, how could you not pour him a glass of water?"

Mu Qiu gulped a few sips from her water glass, licked her lips, and slipped off the bed: "I’ll do it right away."

Yuan Chun couldn’t keep her from going.

So she just placed the fruit tray on the table and then said to Cheng Zhirang, "She’s just that spontaneous. Try some fruit."

Cheng Zhirang stood up and offered the chair to her.

"Auntie, please sit."

Yuan Chun naturally declined, and then they had a brief back-and-forth about who should sit on the chair, but in the end, Yuan Chun sat down.

After sitting down, she couldn’t help but praise him a bit more.

When Mu Qiu walked in with her water glass, Cheng Zhirang was already leaning by the table, peeling an orange, while chatting with Yuan Chun.

Unhurried and poised, even with his downcast eyes, he looked like a beautiful painting.

Tsk, looking at her mom, she couldn’t be more satisfied.

She handed the water glass to Cheng Zhirang, then took two segments of orange from him.

She pinched a segment and took a bite: "Hey, it’s quite sweet."

Then he laughed.

It really was quite sweet.

Yuan Chun added a few more words: "I tried it, it’s quite good. The place where we bought it isn’t far, just outside..."

She mentioned the address and briefly described what each floor of the supermarket sold, concluding:

"So if you have something or nothing to do, you can go there and buy some things to keep at home, it’s not far."

She nodded like a pecking chick.

Initially thought that when Yuan Chun came up, she would surely ask about the details of her fainting, but it seemed Cheng Zhirang had already mentioned it, so from the time she brought the fruit tray up until she went downstairs, it wasn’t mentioned.

She felt relieved inside, followed them out, and called to them standing at the staircase: "Mom, Dad, you can take a nap upstairs, the room is ready."

They had been up since early morning, busy until now, surely tired.

Indeed, Yuan Chun and Mu Zhi were a bit tired, so they tidied up and went to rest in the guest room next door on the second floor.

Cheng Zhirang helped carry their luggage in, and after they settled down, he returned to Mu Qiu’s room.

After a while, Mu Qiu returned to her room as well.

She closed the door behind her.

Took a deep breath, flopped onto the bed, and looking at him against the light with narrowed eyes: "Do you have work to do this afternoon?"

"No. Want me to keep you company while you rest?"

She nodded and stretched a hand towards him.

Cheng Zhirang held her hand, leaned on the edge of the bed, letting her head rest on his lap.

"If you want to rest, then rest."

"I don’t feel like resting yet," she blinked and seemed ready to chat a little, "Have you settled on your script?"

"Not yet, but it’s highly likely to be the one by your friend."

"Qing Rong?"

"Yeah, the script is good, and the production team and investors are decent too."

She sneakily glanced at him twice, then asked: "My parents still scolded me today, their basic point being, why go on a trip with another man when I have a boyfriend, and even got photographed. I checked online, and the news has been spread as a love triangle."

Cheng Zhirang retorted: "Isn’t it?"

"I don’t think so," she twirled a strand of hair, "The second male lead can be a crucial role, either causing trouble multiple times wanting to interfere with the lead couple’s relationship but ultimately failing, or not causing trouble, but due to his special nature, he has a significant spot in the female lead’s heart. Neither aspect fits him well, I think."

This analysis was quite special, which piqued Cheng Zhirang’s interest: "Isn’t he your friend? Doesn’t he hold a place in your heart?"

"I’m talking about the kind where you like someone," she turned over, lying on her stomach on his leg, looking up, "like you. But he’s just a friend with common interests."

"So you’ve unilaterally excluded him from being a suitor? Does he know?"

"He doesn’t need to know. Liking someone is a personal matter, the other person doesn’t need to accept it; not liking is even more of a personal thing, the other person doesn’t need to respond."

Cheng Zhirang smiled gently: "It feels like a scholarly discussion."

"A bit, but they are truly sincere words. So do you believe me? I don’t like him, nor have I gotten too close to him, never done anything beyond the bounds of friendship."

"I believe you when you say it."

Mu Qiu’s lips curled up: "What about you, I just saw the latest news, you were having tea and chatting with several beauties in the morning."

"....."

So she was waiting for him here.

He chuckled: "That was just Wei Ling and Lin Huanyue, happened to meet their group, so we sat down to have a meal together."

"Ah, but the paparazzi photos crafted a very complete story. They said, I secretly went to Disney with a male friend behind your back, you caught me cheating in the parking lot. Then you, in a fit of anger, also found several beauties outside the circle to accompany... um!"

Cheng Zhirang pulled her up by the neck, kissing her in an unresistable posture.

Then he released her, gently pressing her reddened lips, and said, "Don’t pay attention to too many of those messy rumors."

Mu Qiu mischievously stuck her tongue out against his fingertip, watched him pause, then covered her mouth with a laugh.

"Don’t, some of those messy rumors could give me inspiration. For example, marketing accounts speculating, you’ve been in the entertainment circle for ten years, you mustn’t be clean either... hahaha, don’t tickle me!"

She twisted and turned like a fish to dodge Cheng Zhirang’s hand, all the while being mindful of her parents who were also on the second floor, so she didn’t dare to raise her voice.

Finally, she laughed so hard her face turned red before she escaped unscathed.