Chapter 75: Chen Yang and Qin Muxue Become Famous

Hearing this, Chen Yang looked calmly at Lady Xiao and said, “It all depends on whether you trust me or that so-called eminent monk.”

Lady Xiao hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chen Yang with a serious expression and said, “Mr. Chen, I choose to believe you. Of course I trust you.”

“That’s good,” Chen Yang smiled faintly. “If you choose to trust me, then don’t come to Guanshan Temple again next time.”

“But Master Xuanchan also said that in three days I would…” Lady Xiao’s face was filled with fear. Although she didn’t finish her sentence, Chen Yang could easily guess her meaning—she was afraid of the so-called ‘disaster of bloodshed’ predicted to befall her in three days.

Chen Yang couldn’t help but laugh and said, “Miss Xiao, if you believe what I say, then let me put it bluntly—what he said is nothing but nonsense.”

A stifled giggle escaped Lady Xiao’s lips. She laughed for a while, then looked at Chen Yang and said, “I never expected such refined manners from you, Mr. Chen, yet you’d say something like that.”

“Am I refined?” Chen Yang smiled. This was truly the first time a woman had ever called him refined.

Indeed, when a man has money, even women’s opinions of him change.

If he were still the deliveryman he once was, would anyone call him refined? Certainly not.

Chen Yang chuckled, then ended the conversation. “Alright, Miss Xiao, let’s head back.”

Lady Xiao nodded. “Alright.”

Chen Yang got into her car again, and Lady Xiao drove him home first.

On the way back, Lady Xiao couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Chen, if an outstanding man like you is still single, I can’t imagine how many women would fall for you.”

Chen Yang grinned and replied, “But the fact is, I’ve already been married.”

“Yes.” Lady Xiao sighed, a complex look in her eyes.

Deep down, a small voice whispered—if only Mr. Chen wasn’t married, how wonderful would that be? But she knew it was impossible, and her own thoughts seemed selfish.

Chen Yang returned home smoothly.

But what he didn’t expect was that as soon as he walked in, Qin Muxue, sitting on the sofa, looked at him seriously and said, “You’ve been out at dinners quite a lot lately, haven’t you?”

“That’s right. When things go well, everything seems to go smoothly.” Chen Yang chuckled at her.

Tonight he had lied to her again, saying he’d been out drinking with colleagues.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell her the truth—in fact, her entire family still didn’t know he was a billionaire.

“Are you free tomorrow night, Mr. Busy?” Qin Muxue suddenly asked.

Chen Yang was a little surprised. Clearly, she had something she wanted from him tomorrow night.

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but smile. “Oh? What’s going on? I’m free.”

“Great. Tomorrow night I’ll treat you to dinner. Will you do me the honor?” Her dark eyes sparkled.

“You’re treating me? Just the two of us?” Chen Yang asked, surprised.

After all, it was rare for Qin Muxue to invite him out alone. Did she need something? He couldn’t help but wonder.

Qin Muxue nodded. “Yes, just the two of us.”

“Wife, is something the matter?” Chen Yang asked, his feelings mixed. Her sudden warmth tonight felt a little odd.

“It’s nothing. Don’t overthink it. I just wanted to chat with you alone,” she replied.

Hearing that, Chen Yang readily agreed. After all, it was just a conversation, and he realized it had been a long time since he’d had a proper talk with her. Tomorrow would be a good opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, the day passed.

At seven o’clock the next evening, Chen Yang arrived punctually at Golden Pineapple Western Restaurant. He met Qin Muxue at a table by the window on the second floor.

As soon as he sat down across from her, he picked up the menu and asked, “Wife, have you ordered yet?”

“I already have. I ordered you a steak and pasta. If there’s anything else you want, just add it,” she replied gently.

Chen Yang couldn’t help but glance at her, joking, “Wife, why are you being so sweet all of a sudden? I’m not used to it.”

“You’re hopeless. I treat you nicely and you don’t even like it?” she teased.

“I like it, of course I do. I like it very much,” he laughed.

“Alright, enough. Look at the menu and see if you want anything else,” she said generously.

Chen Yang tossed the menu onto the table with a laugh, “I’ll eat whatever you eat. Judging by your mood, you must have struck it rich?”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop joking. I’m treating you because you’ve been doing well lately. Consider it a reward.”

He laughed. “Actually, I’ve always been pretty good. You’ve just never noticed my good points.”

“You’re getting carried away,” she said, exasperated.

“My wife rarely treats me to dinner; of course I have to enjoy it,” he quipped.

“Be more mature,” she said.

“Alright, alright.” Chen Yang decided to have a serious conversation with her, so he stopped joking. Putting on a solemn expression, he chatted with her as they ate.

Dinner lasted over an hour, and they both enjoyed themselves.

Thinking back, Chen Yang realized that since their marriage, this was the first time he’d dined alone with Qin Muxue.

Reflecting on the past five years, he wondered if that could even be called living—it was more like merely existing.

Soon after dinner, they left the restaurant together. At Qin Muxue’s suggestion, they walked home side by side.

Chen Yang boldly slipped his arm around her waist, and to his delight, she didn’t resist. He felt completely content.

After they’d walked a while, fireworks suddenly burst from the rooftop of a thirty-three-story building nearby, dazzling the night sky.

Qin Muxue’s eyes lit up with excitement. The fireworks were perfectly timed, making the atmosphere instantly romantic.

Chen Yang instinctively wrapped his arm tighter around her shoulders. Both gazed up at the brilliant display, entranced. “These fireworks are beautiful,” Chen Yang said.

“They are,” Qin Muxue replied, smiling.

Click!

Just as they were lost in the moment, Chen Yang suddenly heard the sound of a camera shutter behind him.

He turned to see a young man with a braid, a high-end camera hanging around his neck, smiling at them. “Excuse me, sir,” the young man said. “I’m a professional photographer. I saw you and your wife standing there with the fireworks overhead—it was such a fitting scene, so I snapped a photo. It turned out beautiful. Would you like to see it?”

“Really?” Chen Yang was curious. He looked at Qin Muxue. “Shall we?”

She nodded.

The two walked over and looked at the image on the photographer’s camera.

It was a shot of their backs, the sky ablaze with fireworks—a scene of beauty, romance, and innocence.

Chen Yang liked it immediately. “Not bad at all. You took a great photo.”

Qin Muxue agreed. “Yes, it’s lovely.”

The photographer smiled. “If you like it, I can send the photo to your phones. I also really love this picture—would you mind if I post it on my personal account on TikTok?”

These days, TikTok was the hottest short video platform, and millions used it.

Chen Yang thought there was no harm in sharing such a beautiful photo online for others to appreciate. “Of course. Please send us the original. It’s a great shot.”

“Certainly,” the photographer said, nodding enthusiastically. He quickly transferred the photo to both their phones, then bid them farewell and left.

Chen Yang and Qin Muxue returned home.

A night passed in the blink of an eye.

The next morning, just as Chen Yang and Qin Muxue came downstairs together, Su Xiaoling rushed over, phone in hand, and shouted to Qin Muxue, “Sister Xue, come here, quick! Is this fireworks photo’s leading lady you? You’ve gone viral!”

“Viral?” Chen Yang’s heart skipped a beat.

Viral?

What did that mean?

Could it be that last night’s photo had gone viral on TikTok?

Surely not…