Chapter 4 No Comparison, No Harm

"There won't be an opportunity for collaboration any time soon, but you never know. I heard I just got offered a role where I'd play someone's dad but they haven't finalized it yet. Mr. Zhou, are you interested by any chance?"

"..."

Zhou Mubai visibly frowned, looking at Pei Jinxi in surprise.

Him, a popular rising star who struggled to keep up with daily roles of strong male leads, playing a dad?

"I'm just joking, Mr. Zhou. You didn't take it seriously, did you?" Pei Jinxi sat up straighter, his eyes forming crescents as he smiled harmlessly, making the female reporter instantly enamored, steering the topic elsewhere.

"Hahaha, Jinxi is really humorous. What are your plans for the near future? Why not share with the fans online?"

Mu Qianli almost wanted to smack her own head in the back, wondering what Pei Jinxi was up to...

Bearing a headache, she ran to the makeup room in a secluded area, fanned her slightly flushed cheeks, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the sound of a door closing came from behind her. Mu Qianli turned around only to find herself pressed against the door.

The fresh scent wafted over as Pei Jinxi approached with a smile, causing Mu Qianli's heart to nearly leap out as she stared at the person before her and exclaimed, "What are you doing? Is the interview over?"

He looked at her face, intentionally or unintentionally closing the gap, his nearly perfect lips almost brushing against her cheek, "You forgot something."

Startled, Mu Qianli stiffened, "What thing? Did I leave it with you?"

How could she be so careless.

"You forgot to add me on WeChat," he said.

"..."

Was he flirting with her?

Mu Qianli paused, "Add WeChat for what?"

"You don't want to give it to me?" His hand rested by her side, his height not minor. Information about him flashed through Mu Qianli's mind—186 cm. She had thought it was an exaggeration since stars often shrink a little, but seeing him in person he didn't seem fake at all. He was probably even understating it for better roles. Now his "towering" body leaning over, she was completely engulfed in his arms without any space left.

"No... actually, I didn't bring my phone. Why don't you ask Hu Yiwei for it? He definitely has my WeChat," Mu Qianli's eyes shifted, thinking, go ask him, Hu Yiwei might chop you up.

"Oh, really... I was thinking of sending you the video I accidentally took this morning of you finishing your meal and running off with your pants up, or should I ask Hu Yiwei to send it on my behalf?"

"..."

What on earth?

Mu Qianli's face flushed, her breath quickened. Staring at Pei Jinxi, her tongue was tied, "You, you, I don't believe it."

"Don't believe it? Well, I'll call Hu Yiwei then. He should be outside, right?"

He picked up his phone, single-handedly scrolled to Hu Yiwei's contact.

"Hey, Jinxi, is your interview done? I'll come pick you up now," Hu Yiwei's voice came through the phone.

Mu Qianli's head twitched, she grabbed his phone impulsively, disconnected the call, and looked at Pei Jinxi with a flushed face.

"Here, take it, take the phone, keep whatever you want."

Out of frustration, she threw the phone at him.