Chapter 233 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (41)

Chapter 233 Female Simp in Farming Variety Show (41)

As it turned out, even the so-called "Universe's Best Fu Lu Shou Small Turtle" couldn't secure the golden seat next to Tang Qing.

Throughout the gathering, Pei Chen could only fume silently in frustration.

It wasn't until the gathering broke up that Pei Chen finally got a chance to speak to Tang Qing. "Tang Qing... how've you been lately?"

"I... really wanted to message you, but you wouldn't let me." At this point, Pei Chen even sounded downright pitiful. Ye Yunyun could still chat with Tang Qing on WeChat, but he wasn't allowed.

These days, Pei Chen had lost count of how many times he'd scrolled through Tang Qing's social media feed...

"Everything's fine."

Tang Qing's response was more indifferent than he'd expected. Pei Chen's face fell immediately, and he could only mumble a flat, "Oh."

"How did you get here? Need a ride home later?"

This kind of considerate concern was something Pei Chen would never have shown in the past.

Now, the young master was walking on eggshells, all but begging Tang Qing to agree.

Unfortunately, she refused.

"Got it covered."

"Thanks."

A ride?

Wait, didn't Tang Qing only have that little electric scooter in her yard?

Just as he was about to press further, Feng Xingzhou just then walked up. Pei Chen immediately spotted the car keys in Feng Xingzhou's hand!

He'd almost forgotten—these two had come together!

In that instant, Pei Chen's unusually sharp instincts seemed to grasp something. The young master quickly piped up, "Then I'll go with you guys!"

"Grand Film Emperor, you don't mind one more person in your car, right?"

Tang Qing shot him a weird look. "Don't you have your own car?"

Cool as a cucumber, Pei Chen tossed his car keys to Ye Yunyun. "I just remembered—Ye Yunyun said she wanted to drive my car..."

In the weird silence that followed, only Ye Yunyun looked completely lost, stammering, "Huh?"

"Did I say that?"

It wasn't until Pei Chen was seated in the passenger seat of Feng Xingzhou's car that his nerves finally calmed a little.

Especially since, through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see Tang Qing. A quiet contentment washed over him, and the days of restless energy finally faded.

"Grand Film Emperor, I heard your new project is for the New Year's blockbuster lineup?"

"Congratulations, it's a big production."

Feng Xingzhou, focused on the road ahead, replied seriously, "Yeah."

"Passed on it," he added.

The moment he spoke, Pei Chen almost thought he misheard—he turned it down?

A New Year's blockbuster on the big screen—anyone would jump at the chance. Yet Feng Xingzhou actually turned it down?

Under Pei Chen’s probing gaze, Feng Xingzhou simply said, "Scheduling conflict."

That’s even stranger.

For a production of this scale, the schedule must have been meticulously arranged. You’d even drop other projects just to join the cast…

What could possibly be more important than a New Year’s blockbuster?

"That’s… a bit of a shame."

"I was planning to buy tickets to support it…"

In Pei Chen’s slightly regretful tone, Feng Xingzhou remained expressionless. "Not a shame."

"For me, something else takes priority."

As for what that other matter was, Feng Xingzhou refused to elaborate. Just the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips hinted at his current good mood…

"Where do you live?"

Still pondering what Feng Xingzhou meant by "another matter," Pei Chen rattled off an address.

Two and a half hours later, Feng Xingzhou’s car suddenly stopped in front of a villa…

Recognizing the familiar surroundings, Pei Chen’s stomach dropped and he asked nervously, "What are we doing here?"

"We’re here."

Feng Xingzhou pressed the door unlock button. "Your home."

Dragging his feet about leaving the car—or rather, wanting to spend more time with Tang Qing—Pei Chen wasn’t budging.

Even at his own doorstep, he stubbornly insisted, "I don’t live here."

"I asked your agent. You’ve been staying here recently."

Faced with Pei Chen’s bullheadedness, Feng Xingzhou remained unfazed. "Pei Chen, that’s three addresses you’ve fed me during this trip…"

After two and a half hours on the road, at first, Pei Chen swore his place was close…

Yet every time they arrived at a location, he dug in his heels, always claiming he ‘got it wrong’.

Under the Grand Film Emperor’s questioning, Pei Chen looked away like a scolded pup. "So what?… I own a lot of properties…"

"Get out."

"I don’t do tired driving." After two and a half hours behind the wheel, Feng Xingzhou’s voice was rough around the edges. "Your agent gave me this one."

"I…"

Before he could protest further, Feng Xingzhou reminded him again, "It’s pushing 1 a.m.…"

"Pei Chen, it’s not just me running on empty. Tang Qing’s wiped too."

Panic shot through Pei Chen at Tang Qing’s name.

Glancing over, after the two-and-a-half-hour drive, Tang Qing's face indeed looked worn out...

Indeed, it was very late.

No point pushing it; they had long arrived at the destination.

"Time to get out."

This time, Pei Chen said nothing more and quietly opened the car door. "Tang Qing... I'm sorry... about tonight..."

"I just..."

Didn’t want to part with you like this.

The rest of his words went unspoken, but they were clearly written in his eyes.

"Pei Chen... I was just thinking earlier." Facing Pei Chen’s eager puppy-dog eyes, Tang Qing rubbed her tired eyelids. "Good thing I didn’t let you spam me on WeChat back then..."

"Pei Chen, you're such a handful."

Only Pei Chen could drag people around to three or five different locations late at night.

"You should go."

Seeing the exhaustion on Tang Qing’s face grow more pronounced, Pei Chen didn’t linger any longer. Still, he couldn’t help turning back every few steps as he walked toward his villa.

"Wow, that pup's loaded. He’s got villas all over the city."

As soon as Pei Chen left, the system chimed in. "Pei Chen’s Love Points for you have increased! His current Love Points for you are now 63."

"Hehehe, Pei Chen kept stealing glances at you in the car just now..."

Love Points grew through these little longing moments. During the days he couldn’t see Tang Qing, Pei Chen had liked every single one of her WeChat Moments Posts.

Unfortunately, Tang Qing acted like she didn't notice and never reached out to him.

"Isn't he just like a house pet?" Suddenly, Tang Qing chuckled and spoke to the system. "Needing company, gazing longingly at the door when he can’t see you, waiting for you to come back."

As she said this, her mind replayed Pei Chen’s earlier gaze, and she couldn’t help laughing softly. "He really is quite adorable."

That little smile didn't escape Feng Xingzhou, who was driving.

The Grand Film Emperor, silent for most of the ride, finally spoke up. "Pei Chen likes you."

His tone was calm, but the faint irritation between his brows betrayed his true feelings.

"Tang Qing, from the moment you got in the car until now, Pei Chen looked at you 24 times."

The exact count showed—every look Pei Chen snuck had been noticed by Feng Xingzhou.

The easy atmosphere was instantly shattered as the Grand Film Emperor continued, "Tang Qing, I mind those 24 times very much..."