Chapter 232 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (40)

Chapter 232 The Female Devotee in the Farming Reality Show (40)

"Wow! This is so adorable!"

"I'm obsessed!"

With Feng Xingzhou's words, the system short-circuited—who would've thought!

The innocent Film Emperor's flirty lines are just too addictive!

The two figures stood on the platform, lit by the moonlight, looking unexpectedly harmonious.

After that night, the ambiguous tension between Tang Qing and Feng Xingzhou grew even more palpable. The tension between them was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Invitation"

"My new restaurant just opened—want to check it out?"

That day, Tang Qing suddenly received an invitation from Nan Gongjing on her phone. It must be for the opening of a restaurant he invested in.

Judging from the pictures on the invitation, it was indeed a great place for couples, befitting the taste of a dating expert. All the private rooms were set above water, offering a relatively quiet space with a beautiful view of the scenery.

The vibe was flawless.

"Isn't this the trending floating restaurant on Weibo? So it's Nan Gongjing's investment," the system remarked. "Heh heh, Nan Gongjing is trying to ask you out..."

"Will you accept?"

Tang Qing casually flipped through the photos one by one. The presentation was indeed excellent, perfectly designed to reel in a love-struck fool.

"No." The Siren answered bluntly, directly rejecting the entertainment industry's male Daji via WeChat.

"Let's see his next move..."

Nan Gongjing was too clever. Tang Qing knew full well that he had plenty of ways to lure her out.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes after the rejection, she received another invitation.

This time, it was from Ye Yunyun.

"Tang Qing, Nan Gongjing said his restaurant is opening and invited the whole group to celebrate!"

"Are you coming? I haven't seen you in days! You in?"

System: Oho~

So, to get you to dinner, he invited everyone...

When Tang Qing and Feng Xingzhou arrived together, Nan Gongjing was the first to notice.

"You two... arrived together?" He chose his words carefully.

"Yeah." The Film Emperor replied flatly. As they brushed past, it wasn't Nan Gongjing's imagination—Feng Xingzhou deliberately cut off his view to Tang Qing...

"How’d you end up coming together?"

No surprise, this explanation also caught Pei Chen's attention. Last I heard, Feng Xingzhou was supposed to be in another city.

"You’re not on set?"

A casual remark had accidentally struck the truth.

The Grand Film Emperor, unusually attentive, didn’t inform Pei Chen that he was still staying at the cottage.

"Wow, it really has been days since we last met—I kinda missed you all!" Ye Yunyun blurted out, though it was obvious to anyone with eyes that her words were directed at Tang Qing.

For this gathering, Ye Yunyun had even prepared a gift specifically for Tang Qing.

The favoritism was painfully obvious.

"Tang Qing, how are you even prettier now?" Tilting her head, Ye Yunyun suddenly realized she could barely recall Tang Qing’s appearance from before.

The checkered apron she remembered was long gone, replaced by an effortless ease that now radiated from Tang Qing.

Having shed her past shyness, the brilliance of this unpolished gem had finally been noticed by everyone.

"Really, you’re not using any skincare products?" Fu Hui, intrigued by the topic, chimed in. "Last time I asked you about that hand cream brand, you didn’t tell me either."

"I made it myself. We can all make some together during the next recording." Actually, it was a recipe the system had quietly bought from the shop, claiming it was an extra reward from the previous world.

When handing over the recipe, the system had been strangely reluctant, but Tang Qing couldn’t be bothered to ask how it came about.

Better to have it than not.

"Tang Qing, here." Taking advantage of a lull in the conversation, Feng Xingzhou suddenly handed her a set of sterilized utensils.

The effortless way he did it left everyone stunned—again.

Fu Hui was the first to speak up. "Grand Film Emperor Feng, are you only sterilizing utensils for Tang Qing?"

"What about me?"

"Need me to help?" Unbothered by Fu Hui’s bluntness, Feng Xingzhou extended his hand, ready to take her utensils. "You’re kinda far."

What kind of excuse is that?

Tang Qing was even farther away.

Blame Ye Yunyun, who had snatched the closest seat upon arrival, Feng Xingzhou had been unintentionally pushed to the farthest corner.

Yet he didn’t say a word. Instead, while the others chatted, he had quietly taken Tang Qing’s utensils to sterilize them…

"Oooh—" Sensing something, Fu Hui grinned, clearly onto something. "Never mind, then…"

"I was just surprised. The Grand Film Emperor’s being awfully sweet today."

Feng Xingzhou remained smiling, his eyes kept drifting back to Tang Qing.

"Today’s the restaurant’s soft launch, and you’re our first guests. How do you feel?" As the host, Nan Gongjing spoke up. "This is our largest private room."

"Plus, you get a great view of the river at night."

As he spoke, the skylight of the spherical room suddenly opened, letting in a cool breeze from the river.

Ye Yunyun gasped, thrilled. "Wow! You can even see the moon from here!"

"Look how huge it is!"

Sure enough, looking where she pointed, everyone caught sight of the full moon reflecting on the river.

"Tang Qing, this moon is just as beautiful as the one at your cottage!" Ye Yunyun exclaimed. Because of the city's light pollution, it had been a long time since she had seen such a clear moon.

"Indeed." Surprisingly, it was Feng Xingzhou who took up the conversation. "The moon at the cottage was also very beautiful."

As he spoke, Feng Xingzhou seemed to recall something, with a slight smile.

"Wait..."

"Grand Film Emperor, you've seen the moon at the cottage too?"

Feng Xingzhou: "Mhm, just recently."

"Very beautiful."

It wasn’t Ye Yunyun’s imagination—she couldn’t shake the feeling that whenever the Grand Film Emperor spoke, his gaze kept drifting subtly in her direction...

Is there something on my face?

Ye Yunyun automatically reached up to touch her cheek, only realizing later when Fu Hui spoke up, "Alright, stop touching your face."

"He’s not looking at you..."

Ye Yunyun: If not me, then who?

Like a confused little animal, she looked around, only to meet Pei Chen’s watchful eyes...

The young master, from a distance, was signalling Ye Yunyun to check her WeChat...

He wrote:

"Switch seats with me."

"I’ll lend you Zhuangzhuang for three days."

Attached was a photo of Zhuangzhuang, captioned: "The Number One Fu Lu Shou Small Turtle in the Universe—bringing you endless good luck!"

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Can you feel it? The rare warmth and tenderness of Feng Xingzhou, like a sudden blaze in an old house?

This world is mostly understated, sprinkled with moments of wit—three chapters just for a little sweet talk.

Some say I write too clean, without even a kiss—it’s not that I can’t, but that I go too hard, afraid you wouldn’t take it.

You all keep saying your hearts are at Haitang—well, I’ve actually been to Haitang...