Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 31: 31 (Please Follow) Pei Muchan: Xu Qingyan, where is my bed?

What's it like to stay in a hotel room and venture into the wild with a minor celebrity? I'm online waiting, pretty urgent!

If you asked this question on Bihu, you wouldn't even get a ripple. Because the nonsense there is so lowbrow, it doesn't deserve to trend!

But on Mop, the good folks there would tell you you're better off caring for your mom than wasting time acting crazy.

After all, while other sites are busy tallying up the trendy catchphrases and raking in traffic for the year, Mop's annual award event is: Send a 'love you, mom' message and see her reaction.

Pei Muchan asked Xu Qingyan if there were any straws; Xu Qingyan looked around and couldn't find any, so he taught her a secret method of lifting the bottle high and pouring it straight into her mouth.

Because it was a live broadcast, there were no cameras set up in the room.

Xu Qingyan didn't know why the other party seemed to let their guard down around him, but then he thought about Lin Wanzhou, who was an unfamiliar presence between them.

The two of them could barely be considered friends, and with Lin Wanzhou acting as a guarantor of trust, there indeed seemed no need to overthink.

As someone who earned a daily wage of a hundred thousand, he was even more eager than the director for the crappy show to succeed so he could honestly pocket the money.

He wasn't an idiot, letting the small details override the big picture on a reality show.

His task was just to carry out the director's assignments and to stick to the unpopular script. Even if he was cursed at and trended online, it didn't matter; it showed his dedication to his job.

In his free time, he just needed to think about how not to get kicked out of the show within three days; the rest of the time, he just had to have fun and that was it.

The window was electric, at the press of a button it went from fully open to half open.

Uncertain whether someone might secretly photograph Pei Muchan, he decided to close it completely, then turned on all the lights in the room. He left the door ajar, about the size of a fist.

There were only three cans of beer in total. For the sake of the diva, Xu Qingyan begrudgingly shared one can.

This was the amount he needed to become slightly tipsy and be able to sleep properly; more would cause a headache, less wouldn't do the trick. Over the past few years, studying and working late nights had taken their toll, and his sleep quality had suffered.

Pei Muchan was holding the beer can and sipping gently, licking it with her pink tongue quickly before taking a sip, just like a kitten drinking water.

"Do you usually drink?" He was a bit concerned, "How's your alcohol tolerance?"

"Alcohol tolerance... I can probably drink about two glasses," Pei Muchan blinked, raising two innocent, pale jade fingers.

Xu Qingyan thought about it, and a can of beer was less than two glasses. Besides, he figured Pei Muchan probably just wanted to try it and wouldn't foolishly drink it all.

"If you don't drink often, then drink less." His gaze was slightly conflicted as he watched the weighty beer can in Pei Muchan's hand, "Don't waste it if you can't finish, I'm a bit short on my portion."

Hearing this, Pei Muchan's ears turned red, and she blushed all over.

She thought to herself that she had already drunk from this can, and giving it back to him would be like having an indirect kiss, wouldn't it? With that thought, Pei Muchan took up the can and started to show off her drinking skills.

What the heck?

Xu Qingyan was stunned by her actions. Hold on, he hadn't said anything about competing for the drink! Did she like beer that much? It seemed she had indeed felt the allure of the barley juice.

A true beer connoisseur.

"No one's competing with you, don't drink so fast, you might choke," Xu Qingyan genuinely got scared. This minor celebrity was surprisingly earnest when it came to drinking.

Without his prompting, she would have just kept going, looking determined to finish it.

"Finished!" She held up the empty can proudly and handed it over to Xu Qingyan.

Pei Muchan's speech was clear, and the alcohol didn't seem to affect her, except that she sounded slightly nasal, barely any different from before she had drunk.

Still worried, he took another careful look at her.

"I'm a bit sleepy, I'm going to bed!" suddenly, Pei Muchan got up from the bed and then, damn it, started looking all over for the bed, "Where did the bed go all of a sudden?"

Fuck, Xu Qingyan nearly dropped his jaw, she just had one can, right?

"Just lie down beside me!"

"Oh!" Pei Muchan didn't go wild with drunkenness. Instead, she obediently lay back down on the bed and even asked him, "Should I sleep a bit more to the inside?"

For a moment, he couldn't tell if the little diva was sober or drunk.

"Whatever, your highness, try to be a bit more aware!" Xu Qingyan really was at his wit's end, "There are two beds here, I have a bed I can sleep in."

"Oh, okay then." Pei Muchan curled up on the bed and started to close her eyes to rest.

Seeing that she finally settled down to rest, Xu Qingyan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. He held his glass of wine and took a sip, yet his gaze still lingered on Pei Muchan.

Her features were quite perfect, a diva when she was all dolled up, a mature and graceful woman when she wasn't. Her eyes were narrow and clean, like the willows in the spring breeze.

Her skin was very pale, and her eyelashes long. Her figure was close to perfection, with outstanding features where it counted. Especially her buttocks, they were like a succulent peach in the human world.

Xu Qingyan watched for a while, then silently diverted his gaze.

Pei Muchan might really be drunk, her arms and legs sprawled like an octopus, lying on her side in bed. Her sleeping posture was quite perfect, her breathing light.

He had had a can of beer as a base, and felt that another can wouldn't be enough to help him sleep, when he suddenly remembered he had promised to call his mom yesterday. He fished out his phone, and after many rings, it finally buzzed and connected.

"Hello?"

"Mom, did you take your medicine today?"

"I did, the Chinese medicine is too bitter, I drank half, I'll drink the rest later."

"It's even more bitter when it's cool."

"I know, Qiang Qiang said you lost your job, where are you getting money from?" His mother's tone gradually became serious, "Tell the truth, did you take out high-interest loans?"

Qiang Qiang was his former colleague, a straightforward guy who couldn't keep things to himself. He used to run errands for him at the hospital, and they had become familiar with each other over time.

"No, really." Xu Qingyan rubbed his temples and let out a breath, "I really found a high-paying job, they have a confidentiality agreement."

"I'll talk to you about it a few days after you've been discharged, you focus on getting better."

"Mom's the one burdening you..."

"Mom, let's not talk about this." He was already starting to hear a ringing in his ears, but he remained patient, "I'm able to make money, and we won't lack money in the future, you really don't need to worry."

"I know, I'm just worried about you taking the wrong path, if only I hadn't fallen ill, perhaps that's fate..."

Xu Qingyan's headache worsened, all the pressure had to be swallowed down into his stomach. A patient's emotions are sensitive, and a bad mood is not conducive to treatment.

"Mom, you...."

He had just composed himself, preparing to reassure her, when suddenly, unexpectedly, he was embraced from behind. Almost instantly, a delicate fragrance enveloped him.

A pair of jade hands clasped in front of his chest, and warm breaths tickled the back of his neck.

"What are you doing? Xu Qingyan." Pei Muchan's voice was nasally and frightfully like a little girl whining, "Did you see my bed?"

On the phone, his mother Zhang Hongmei's voice quieted down, leaving only faint breathing sounds.

Both were waiting for him to speak.

Done for, want to die.