Dating the Heartthrob Superstar Chapter 34: The Sunlight is Just Right

Chapter 34: The Sunshine Is Just Right

ng Chao suddenly leaned close to Lin Qin, "What are you thinking about?" Even with him right in front of her, she could still drift off into her thoughts.

"Nothing." Lin Qin snapped back to reality and flashed a smile at ng Chao.

In the next second, ng Chao pulled her into his embrace without warning. Taken by surprise, Lin Qin accidentally bumped into her art portfolio, causing it to topple over and the drawings inside to spill out.

"The drawings fell." Lin Qin stated matter-of-factly, "Let go of . I need to pick them up."

Despite trying to act calm, Lin Qin’s flushed cheeks betrayed the embarrassnt she was feeling.

ng Chao couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her cheek. "I’ll help you pick them up."

Lin Qin, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, imdiately objected, "No need, I’ll do it myself."

ng Chao teased, "What, are there so shaful drawings in there? Why so nervous?"

"No!" Lin Qin hurried to reply, urging him, "Brother Chao, let go of . I need to pick up the drawings."

Lin Qin didn’t want ng Chao to look at them, but ng Chao was determined. He let go of her and acted faster, crouching down to gather the scattered drawings. Lin Qin couldn’t outpace ng Chao and had no choice but to watch as he picked them up, flipping through them one by one.

These sketches were Lin Qin’s recent works, and each piece was signed with the date it was completed—yesterday for the latest one, and about half a month ago for the earliest.

The sketches didn’t depict landscapes, but to Lin Qin, they represented the most beautiful scenery. All of them were portraits, with one consistent subject: ng Chao.

Sitting or standing, resting with closed eyes, or quietly reading a book—each posture was vividly captured on paper. Through these sketches, one could see the emotions of the artist while creating them. Every stroke was laden with profound affection, making the finished works radiate emotional depth.

The love and longing Lin Qin had hidden within the drawings were now laid bare before ng Chao. His gaze softened imdiately as he carefully organized the sketches and placed them back into the portfolio, reaching out to pull Lin Qin back into his arms.

"You like this much? Hmm?" His intense gaze fixed on Lin Qin, dark eyes as vast and deep as the ocean, as though trying to drown her in their depths.

Under the sunlight, Lin Qin’s flushed face was glowing red. Confronted with such a straightforward question, she was shy yet managed to nod gently and murmur a soft "Hmm."

Yes, I like you this much. From a long ti ago, I’ve already been hopelessly enthralled.

"That works out perfectly, because I really like you too." ng Chao’s hand tightened around Lin Qin’s waist, as if trying to ld her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and turned his head to plant a kiss on her ear.

The most beautiful thing in the world is you loving , and just so happening to love you back.

That afternoon, the sunshine was just right, and the sea breeze danced playfully.

...

The next morning, the pair’s villa welcod a new group of visitors.

The guests arrived unexpectedly; neither Lin Qin nor ng Chao knew they were coming. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that ng Chao went out to answer it.

The visitor was Chen Jingqing, a legend in the Mandarin music industry, a superstar of the highest caliber whose fa has remained untouchable since his debut. A record-breaker who continues to be unmatched.

He’s also a singer-songwriter who writes lyrics, composes music, and even directs his own music videos.

ng Chao hadn’t expected the production team to invite Chen Jingqing and quickly ushered him into the villa. While the film and music industries rarely intersect, and ng Chao hadn’t t Chen Jingqing before, both were renowned in their respective fields. Though they hadn’t crossed paths, ng Chao had certainly heard his na.

Chen Jingqing was humorous, highly emotionally intelligent, and lacked any of the diva-like airs one might expect from soone of his stature. Instead, he felt more like an approachable neighborhood big brother.

So, despite this being their first eting, he and ng Chao quickly beca familiar with each other, their interaction warm and friendly.

Chen Jingqing was an artist under Chutian Entertainnt, as was Lin Qin. However, both were low-profile individuals who tended to stay ho whenever they weren’t working, so Lin Qin had never t Chen Jingqing.

Still, Lin Qin had heard of this legendary figure within the company. Especially since Chu Hong was a die-hard fan of Chen Jingqing—she often ntioned him to Lin Qin, lanting how they were in the sa company but hadn’t had the chance to et. Her tone was always full of regret.

When Chen Jingqing arrived, Lin Qin was preparing breakfast. Upon learning that Chen jingqing had traveled overnight from his workplace and hadn’t had ti for breakfast, Lin Qin brewed him a cup of coffee and made a plate of scallion oil noodles.

An odd combination, but unexpectedly harmonious in flavor.

Right after breakfast was finished, the doorbell rang again. It seed Chen Jingqing wasn’t their only guest this ti.

ng Chao was about to stand up to answer the door when Lin Qin beat him to it. She said, "I’ll go."

ng Chao paused and smiled, "Alright."

Lin Qin wanting to actively engage with the world and unfamiliar people was more effective than any dication treatnt could ever be.

Even so, ng Chao was still concerned. His gaze followed Lin Qin as she walked along the cobblestone path to the front door, watched her take a deep breath to muster her courage, and then open the door to an unknown individual.

Lin Qin was nervous; sweat had already ford in her palms. The short path from the yard to the door had been rehearsed in her mind many tis, planning what she would say and do upon opening the door. But now that she was really standing there, her mind went entirely blank, and all her previous rehearsals disappeared. She even had a fleeting thought of retreating.

Instinctively stepping back, she felt like sothing blocked her retreat. After another deep breath, she stepped forward again.

She placed her sweaty hand on the doorknob, moved it, and pulled it open. Movents so simple for others yet requiring her full strength.

The door opened, and Lin Qin saw the man standing outside, hand on the doorbell.

The man was excessively handso, almost unfairly so.

"Hello, Mr. Lin," he said. His voice, kissed by heaven, made even a simple greeting sound utterly lodious. He introduced himself: "I’m Han Zhi. Zhi as in ’stop.’"

Lin Qin snapped out of her daze from Han Zhi’s voice, nervously inviting him inside, "Hello, please... please co in." Though not as polished as her ntal rehearsal, overall, she deed her performance passable.

Lin Qin guided Han Zhi into the villa, keeping a safe distance as they walked. Welcoming Han Zhi in herself marked a significant personal milestone for Lin Qin.

After changing into indoor shoes, Han Zhi approached ng Chao and Chen Jingqing, respectfully introducing himself once more.

He looked at Chen Jingqing, his eyes gleaming with light.

It was the gaze of an avid fan eting his idol.

ng Chao noticed this imdiately. Understanding dawned, and he broke into a knowing smile.