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Chapter 277 - 253: Coming at the Wrong Time

Chapter 277: Chapter 253: Coming at the Wrong Time

Lin Qingyue didn’t just plan to cook herself, she actually made two dishes.

"This jellyfish salad and century egg dish are my own creations," she said, pointing to the two dishes on the table.

Wu Mu laughed, "Then I’ll have to give them a try in a bit."

"They might not taste very good, I think I added too much soy sauce."

"Ha-ha, I’ll try not to show it."

After washing his hands, he sat down at the dining table, quite curious, "What’s the occasion today?"

"Mm, it’s my birthday."

Hmm?

Wu Mu was taken aback, looked up, then met Lin Qingyue’s smiling eyes again.

He was surprised, "Director Lin’s birthday is October 9th?"

"Right, just over a month before yours; isn’t your birthday next month?"

Wu Mu’s birthday was November 22nd, in this lifetime and his previous one.

"Not knowing today was your birthday, I didn’t bring a gift," Wu Mu said, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Qingyue waved her hand merrily, "No problem, you helped me out so much on the show before, and I’ve been looking for a chance to treat you to a meal. It just so happens that I’m free today."

You’d better really just happen to be free.

Wu Mu muttered to himself slightly.

If before he could only faintly sense that Director Lin might have a fondness for him, now...

Celebrating her birthday without inviting friends or family, just inviting him alone...

He felt that even the dullest person could understand something now.

Director Lin wasn’t pretending anymore, she was making her move.

Wu Mu sighed and smiled to himself.

Lin Qingyue, showing no sign of making a move yet, said, "Try this lamb, I had it reserved by a friend from Dongshan Fang."

After serving Wu Mu lamb and other ingredients, she asked curiously, "How’s the preparation for the ’Legendary Voice’ competition going? Are you confident?"

"Yeah, I’m pretty confident."

Wu Mu felt very confident indeed.

"Still singing a new song?"

"Mm, a rock song, should win."

Lin Qingyue was evidently very curious about the song he was so confident would win despite not having started the competition yet.

"With that much confidence, sing a bit now... ah never mind, let’s keep the anticipation. I’ll wait to hear it on stage."

The two of them chatted while eating.

The ingredients that Lin Qingyue specially got from a friend were quite delicious.

Well, except for the two dishes Director Lin made herself.

Indeed, the soy sauce was a bit too much, a little salty.

After finishing the meal, Lin Qingyue brought out a small cake.

Looking at the 23-year-old candles on the tiny cake, Wu Mu was quite emotional, "Director Lin, you’re so young."

Lin Qingyue laughed, "Aren’t you ten months younger than me?"

After lighting the candles, she waved Wu Mu over with a smiling face, "Come take a picture, I’ll hang it up in a large album later."

...Director Lin, stop it!

How can an average young man withstand this kind of pulling?

Wu Mu laughed, "Then you’ve got to make me look handsome."

After taking photos, Lin Qingyue didn’t rush to blow out the candles but instead stood up and took a guitar from the side.

"Let’s sing a song."

This was a performer’s staple event, considering every occasion typically involves showing off some talent.

Wu Mu took the guitar she handed him, "Birthday song?"

Lin Qingyue shook her head, "How about something fresher, sing a love song. Eh, do you have a new song?"

A new love song?

Wu Mu indeed had a few, with "Nuannuan," "Every Word and Every Sentence," and "Today You’re Marrying Me" all being love songs.

But none seemed quite appropriate to sing.

"There aren’t any that are suitable," he said, telling the truth.

"Then forget it," Lin Qingyue seemed contemplative for a moment, then smiled, "Let’s not listen to a love song, just sing one of your own, or ’Wind and Waves’ will do."

Sing one of my own?

Wu Mu considered it briefly, "Alright."

He held the guitar in his arms, his fingers gently plucked the strings, and then...

"Qingyue, why is your phone unreachable, your grandfather wants you to come over for dinner."

There was the sound of a door opening outside, and a middle-aged man dressed in a trench coat, looking refined and steady, walked in.

After this middle-aged man entered, and saw Lin Qingyue and Wu Mu sitting at the dining table, his expression clearly changed.

Wu Mu was also startled.

Director Lin?

Lin Qingyue’s father Lin Xueming?

Didn’t Director Lin say that her dad was filming in the northwest?

He subconsciously looked at Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue met his gaze, turned her head and asked with a resigned smile, "Dad, weren’t you filming in the northwest?"

Lin Xueming’s gaze lingered on Wu Mu’s face for half a second, then shifted to the finished dinner on the table and the candlelit cake, sweeping over the household situation before replying, "Mm, came back to see you for your birthday."

Although Wu Mu felt he was completely innocent, he still greeted Lin Xueming somewhat nervously, "Director Lin."

Even though their families lived close by and he was on good terms with Lin Qingyue, this was the first time he had met Lin Xueming, having only briefly seen him from a distance before.

Lin Xueming didn’t show much expression, nodding, "Didn’t realize you were having dinner. I called Qingyue, but no one answered."

Lin Qingyue patted her pocket, "Oh, I left it upstairs just now and forgot to bring it down."

She laughed helplessly, "I called my grandfather this afternoon to say I’m spending my birthday with a friend; are they still waiting for me?"

"They didn’t wait; they’ve started eating already, but they also prepared a cake for you. Your uncle and aunt came back; they said you and your friend should stop by after you’re done eating here," Lin Xueming explained.

Wu Mu, feeling a bit weird, tactfully stood up, "Then if you have something on, Director Lin, I’ll head back first."

Lin Qingyue exclaimed, "At least finish the cake before you go, I made it myself."

Hmm?

Now not only Wu Mu looked at her, even Lin Xueming by her side did too.

But Lin Qingyue didn’t mind, looking regretfully at the guitar in Wu Mu’s hand, she went to the small cake and after closing her eyes to make a wish, she blew out the candles.

After cutting a piece and attempting to pass it to Wu Mu, she thought for a moment and then said, "Never mind, I’ll eat this piece; you take the rest back with you."

Beside her, Lin Xueming, emotionless, said, "Cut me a piece."

...

Wu Mu carried the cake that Lin Qingyue had packed for him and watched as she sat in Lin Xueming’s car, eating the earlier slice of cake; he felt even stranger inside.

Lin Qingyue was still waving at him, "Get back early."

"Yeah, be careful on the road."

Carrying the cake back home, Wu Mu tried a piece and found that its taste was not bad at all; no issue of too much seasoning, it was indistinguishable from cakes had in stores.

After Lin Qingyue’s birthday gathering, there were another few days of rehearsals.

With the show’s team gradually releasing information, the online noise grew louder and louder.

Lately, Wu Mu’s Weibo was full of criticism every day.

And so, a week after Lin Qingyue’s birthday.

Finally, it was time for the first live broadcast recording of "Legendary Voice."

(To be continued)