I Went Viral After Dating a Superstar

"We probably won't have the chance to collaborate any time soon, but you never know, I just heard that I got a drama role and the actor playing my father hasn't been confirmed yet. Maybe Mr. Zhou is interested?"

"…"

Mr. Zhou's face visibly clouded over with displeasure as he looked at Pei Jinxi with surprise.

Was he, a coveted leading man who was overwhelmed with major roles every day, expected to play a father?

"I was just kidding, Mr. Zhou. You didn't take it seriously, did you?" Pei Jinxi sat up a bit straighter, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled, looking innocuous. The female reporter adored the sight and quickly diverted the conversation.

"Ha ha ha, Jinxi is really humorous. What do you both have planned for the near future? Why don't you share it with the netizens?"

Mu Qianli almost wanted to smack her own head from behind. What was Pei Jinxi doing...

Holding back a headache, she went to the makeup room. In the deserted space, she fanned her slightly flushed cheeks and let out a deep breath.

Suddenly, a door closing sound came from behind her. When Mu Qianli turned around, she felt someone press her directly against the door.

The fresh scent wafted over as Pei Jinxi's smiling face leaned in. Mu Qianli's heart nearly leapt out as she stared at the person in front of her and exclaimed, "What are you doing? Is the interview over?"

He observed her face, intentionally or not drawing nearer until his nearly perfect lips almost brushed against her cheek, "You forgot something."

Mu Qianli started, straightening up immediately, "What thing, did I leave it with you?"

How could she be so careless?

"You forgot to add my WeChat," he said.

"…"

Was he flirting with her?

Mu Qianli hesitated, "Why would I add you on WeChat?"

"You don't want to add me?" His hand supported himself beside her body. Despite being young, he was no short man. Mu Qianli recalled his profile—186 cm. She'd thought there might be some fabrication since stars often downplay their height, but looking at him now, he seemed not the slightest bit exaggerated. He might even have understated his height intentionally to fit roles better. And now, his towering figure enveloped her completely, leaving no space at all.

"It's not that… Actually, I didn't bring my phone. Maybe you should ask Hu Yiwei for it; he definitely has my WeChat," Mu Qianli's eyes darted about, thinking Hu Yiwei would probably chop him down if he asked.

"Oh, is that so… I was planning to send you the video I accidentally took this morning of you wiping your mouth clean and running off after eating, but maybe I should have Hu Yiwei forward it instead?"

"…"

What was that?

Mu Qianli's face flushed, her breathing quick. She looked at Pei Jinxi, her tongue nearly tied, "You, you, I don't believe you."

"You don't believe it? Then I'll call Hu Yiwei; he should be just outside."

He picked up the phone, scrolling with one hand to find Hu Yiwei's number.

"Hey, Jinxi, is the interview finished? I'll come to pick you up in a bit," Hu Yiwei's voice came through the phone.

Mu Qianli's head snapped up, she grabbed his phone, ended the call, and looked at Pei Jinxi with a flushed face.

"Here, have it, take the phone. Keep whatever you want."

Angrily, she threw the phone at him.