A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 10

To make it convenient for the show’s guests to easily see the comments in the live stream, the display screen in the living room was very large. Even though the bullet comments flashed by quickly, Meng Ziqing could see them clearly.

No way, no way, Female Guest No. 4 just walked past Male Guest No. 3 and directly kissed Female Guest No. 3!

They’re going this hard on the first day of broadcast? Exciting, I love it!

Female Guest No. 4, the aloof, sought-after beauty, the love triangle that’s popular with both guys and girls! I’m a commoner, and I love watching this.

Upstairs, look closer, okay? This is clearly a love triangle where he loves her, but she doesn’t love him, she loves her.

Male Guest No. 3 has a crush on Female Guest No. 4, but Female Guest #4 doesn’t even look at him and goes straight for Female Guest No. 3.

Got it, Female Guest No. 3, the wedding dress designer, is the one standing at the top of the food chain.

That’s right.

Meng Ziqing subconsciously nodded in agreement. Noticing Qin Yue’s gaze, she coughed to relieve her embarrassment and sat up straight.

Qin Yue subtly withdrew her gaze and tapped Meng Ziqing’s face in a warning gesture.

Meng Ziqing turned her head, pretending nothing had happened, but a huge wave was churning in her heart.

I don’t care, I love the visuals of both Female Guest No. 3 and Female Guest No. 4. Male Guest No. 3 obviously has a bad temper. I’m rooting for the blossoming of lesbian love here.

The aloof older sister is clearly the Gong dominant one. Female Guest No. 3 has a little fairy appearance, and little fairies should be cherished.

A fairy green tea Gong is more captivating! I just love seeing the aloof older sister’s eyes turn red and her breathing become slightly shaky!

The aloof older sister is the yyds eternal god!

The bullet comments instantly became even more out of control, beginning to discuss the positions of the two women. Meng Ziqing was so embarrassed her toes were curling up.

This is too awkward…

At the same time, she felt a little unconvinced, and she shot a glare at Qin Yue when no one was looking.

Being tall and aloof isn’t a big deal. Weren’t you still being held to sleep last night?

Bullet comments flowed like a stream across the live stream.

In the low traffic of Sunday morning, the live stream continued to trend upwards because of a single cheek kiss.

The bright, clear sunshine illuminated the villa’s living room, and the sharp corner of the display screen refracted a brilliant, diamond-like light.

The number of viewers in the live stream increased in a straight line, quickly breaking the ten thousand marks from a few thousand, then reaching fifty thousand, with the small plus sign after the number having a strong presence.

It silently showed off the program team’s great start on the first day of broadcast.

All the guests knew that the credit for all of this belonged to Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue.

It was all thanks to their brief, light-as-a-dragonfly’s-touch cheek kiss.

The director of the program team looked at the two of them with shining eyes. The show had a dating element but no script. The night before, the director thought five thousand viewers would be a good start. And now, Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue had brought her a huge surprise.

This small act of intimacy had immediately maximized the variety show’s impact!

Zhang Ke pulled her eyes away from the bullet comments and glanced admiringly at Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue.

Sister Qingqing is amazing. Yesterday, she rushed over and kissed someone, making CEO Sister so angry, but she managed to smooth things over in one night.

Does this count as a couple fighting and making up in bed?

Zhang Ke wondered to herself.

She couldn’t help but glance over again, quickly sweeping over their heights and faces, and she concluded decisively in her heart:

I’m rooting for Yue-Gong and Qing-Shou Qin Yue dominant, Meng Ziqing submissive.

Meng Ziqing heard the young girl’s inner thought completely. She frowned in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Zhang Ke.

Sister, are you okay? If you’re okay, go eat some sour plums.

What are you looking at, ‘Gong’ and ‘Shou’? Can the position issue of ‘Gong’ and ‘Shou’ be determined by appearance?

“How do I look like the ‘Shou’?! she thought angrily.

If anyone looks like the ‘Shou’, it’s clearly Qin Yue…

Meng Ziqing inappropriately recalled last night. At that time, Qin Yue had lost her daytime aloof elegance and was more like a seductive, fallen siren—snowy skin, ink-black hair, sea-blue eyes, and red lips. The coldness in her brows was mixed with desire, tempting people to…

Do her.

Meng Ziqing’s ears turned red, burning hot, and she felt a pang of regret.

I should have gone for its last night. Why did I act like a saint Liu Xiahui?

The young woman sitting properly and obediently on the sofa had a natural fairy aura in her features. Her eyelashes were curled and long, but her lips were vibrant, deep red, and full of youthful vitality.

And now, she seemed to be embarrassed by the vulgar comments on the screen. Her fair face was flushed a shade of cherry blossom pink, and she nervously clutched at the corner of her clothes.

No one would have guessed that the fairy’s mind was full of spicy thoughts of pushing the aloof older sister down.

Qin Yue, who was sitting next to Meng Ziqing, noticed her blush, and a faint smile surfaced in her cool eyes. After sitting down next to her, she paused and moved slightly further away from Meng Ziqing.

She also thought of last night, her earlobes slightly red, and she felt a lingering fear.

This child is too fond of acting spoiled and is clingy. She needs to learn to mind her boundaries.

Qin Yue thought, and then, under the guise of getting a water cup, she moved even further away from Meng Ziqing when she sat back down.

Meng Ziqing was getting a little angry, but she also knew it was her fault.

But it’s not entirely my fault! I didn’t know sleepwalking could follow me here! I can’t control what I do after falling asleep.

Meng Ziqing suppressed her anger and “worked” with the other guests in the living room’s live stream for a while, like an online interview, to let the audience get to know them better.

Half an hour later, once the basic information was covered, the program team let them have free time.

Today was Sunday. Except for Male Guest No. 2, Jian Weilin, who had to go to the law firm to deal with some matters, everyone else, including the movie star Wen Siliang, was off work.

As expected, the program team would arrange dates for the guests today.

The antique clock in the living room chimed eight times, and Meng Ziqing’s stomach belatedly felt hungry.

She was angry and hadn’t eaten yet, which made her temper even worse.

“Let’s make some breakfast,” Meng Ziqing suggested. “No one has eaten yet. We’ll definitely be going out today, and skipping breakfast is bad for your stomach.”

Gu Yang hesitated. “Can’t we order takeout?”

He glanced at Qin Yue and secretly cursed Meng Ziqing.

He, Gu Yang, had lived for almost thirty years and had never been to the kitchen, let alone cooked.

First impressions were crucial. Gu Yang had already made a bad first impression on Qin Yue, and if he revealed his trait as a helpless domestic dud later, Qin Yue wouldn’t choose him, even if she was doing charity on the show.

“No,” Meng Ziqing coldly refused.

“I just checked the delivery apps. The shortest delivery time is over an hour and a half.”

Meng Ziqing scrolled on her phone, cutting off the takeout option. “With that time, we might as well make something ourselves.”

She looked at Qin Yue and Gu Yang. “Those who can’t cook can do the dishes. We have to live together for three months, so everyone should do what they can.”

The villa was fully equipped with convenient tools like a dishwasher. And judging by Qin Yue’s appearance, she probably wouldn’t cook either.

Gu Yang considered the possibility of having a brief, private moment with Qin Yue in the kitchen and finally agreed, albeit reluctantly.

Meng Ziqing heard Gu Yang’s little scheme. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of danger flashed in her eyes.

Breakfast was simple, but with so many people and different tastes, everyone cooked what they were good at.

In an instant, the kitchen became lively with people moving around. Men and women wearing aprons discussed their division of labor. The show subtly brought a touch of everyday life to the guests with their professional glow and beautiful looks.

Su An’an made congee and egg pancakes. Wen Siliang and Zhou Feng made coffee, fried eggs, and toast.

Meng Ziqing and Zhang Ke were in charge of preparing the side dishes.

Meng Ziqing tied her long, curly hair into a high ponytail, looking sharp and energetic. The apron cinched her waist, making it very thin yet resilient, tempting people to grab hold of it.

In the sunlight, the young woman’s face was fair and translucent, her eyes serious. The knife in her hand was precise and fast, cutting the food into neat and beautiful slices.

Her whole body was bathed in a golden light.

Meng Ziqing’s fair and slender hands were very flexible.

After finishing the necessary side dishes for breakfast, she selected some more vegetables. Her knife skills were precise, and with a twist of her fingertip among the vegetables, the slices turned into flowers—for decorating the plates.

The presentation of the breakfast instantly elevated by more than one level.

Female Guest No. 3, the little fairy, this shot is absolutely amazing. These vegetables are really white, long, and strong… No, wait, those are hands!

Upstairs, put on some pants, will you?

“Sister Qingqing, your knife skills are so good,” Zhang Ke said enviously. “This is too beautiful.”

“It’s alright…” Meng Ziqing said flatly. Her temper was bad right now, making her seem quite cold and heartless compared to yesterday.

Qin Yue and Gu Yang, the two “useless” people, watched from the side. They looked at Meng Ziqing’s hands, then at their own, feeling a deep sense of worldly disparity.

The simple breakfast was completed in less than half an hour with the cooperation of a few people.

The house was filled with the aroma of food.

Golden-yellow egg pancakes, clear noodles with a hint of wheat, soft-cooked century egg and lean meat congee, and Western-style toast and fried eggs emanating a toasted scent…

Looking at the finished breakfast, the guests felt a sense of accomplishment.

Even though they weren’t very hungry, they felt like they could drink an extra bowl of congee.

The guests began to carry the food to the table without being told, adding a touch of authenticity through their chatter and laughter.

Qin Yue watched for a long time and felt she should come out and do something now.

So, before anyone could say anything, she proactively went to carry the noodles.

“Be careful, hold the bottom of the bowl, not the rim. The noodles are very hot just out of the pot,” Meng Ziqing warned her worriedly while serving the noodles.

It wasn’t that she was being kind; she mainly had a certain understanding of Qin Yue’s domestic incompetence.

In the original novel, Qin Yue was truly useless at everything.

The male lead, Gu Yang, treated her like a goddess. While enjoying Su An’an’s excellent cooking, he also psychologically manipulated Su An’an, making her feel less elegant than Qin Yue.

He was disgustingly horrible.

Meng Ziqing looked at the savory and visually appealing noodles Su An’an had cooked. She hesitantly handed it to Qin Yue. Su An’an’s life skills were fully maxed out, and Qin Yue’s were just as deficient.

She really didn’t trust her…

Spilling the food was a minor issue; she was worried about Qin Yue getting burned.

If such a beautiful woman were to have a burn scar, it wouldn’t look good.

“I can handle carrying a bowl of noodles.” Qin Yue cautiously accepted the bowl.

She had mentally prepared herself for the high temperature, but when the heat passed through the bowl to her thumb, she still trembled.

Hot…

Qin Yue’s hands trembled as she carried the bowl, and the soup inside sloshed.

She subconsciously held her breath, afraid the soup would spill.

“I’ll do it if you can’t.” Meng Ziqing frowned, wanting to take the bowl from her hand.

Qin Yue refused. “I can do it…”

“I’ll go check.”

Meng Ziqing was still uneasy. She handed the chopsticks to Zhang Ke and walked over to accompany Qin Yue.

This lesbian couple is really cute.

The aloof older sister’s contrast is so adorable. The fairy sister is actually a wife-guarding puppy.

I’m shipping Qing-Gong and Yue-Shou now. The fairy Gong is so reliable.

The semi-open kitchen was only a few meters from the dining table, a distance of about a dozen steps, yet Qin Yue walked every step with difficulty.

Finally, she was almost at the dining table.

Meng Ziqing caught up to Qin Yue, her tone a little forceful. “Let me do it.”

“I can do it myself,” Qin Yue’s cool tone carried a hint of annoyance.

She endured the increasingly hot bottom of the bowl, wanting to prove that she wasn’t domestically incompetent.

Only two steps left.

Victory was in sight, but as Qin Yue was about to put the bowl down, her fingertip trembled. The bowl of hot noodles instantly slipped and fell. The hot soup scattered in the air, creating a dangerous splash zone.

Oh my god, save her! The aloof older sister is going to be hurt!

Ahhh!

“Qin Yue!”

Meng Ziqing’s eyes widened slightly. Reacting quickly, she pulled Qin Yue away, but she was too late to save herself and scalded her arm.

“Sister Qingqing got burned by the noodle soup!” Zhang Ke screamed.

The guests instantly fell into chaos.

“Hiss…”

Meng Ziqing gasped for a cool breath, tears welling up from the pain.

A small area on her fair arm was scalded red, and a few small blisters had even appeared.

It looked quite alarming.

“Quickly, run it under cold water,” Qin Yue decisively said, pulling Meng Ziqing to the kitchen to run cold water over it.

The cold stream of water quickly washed over the scalded area, freezing and numbing the intense heat and pain of Meng Ziqing’s wound. Her arm felt numb and stiff from the cold.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Meng Ziqing couldn’t stand the cold anymore and wanted to pull her arm back.

Qin Yue held her down. “No!”

“You don’t feel the pain now, but it will get worse later.”

Her tone was forceful, but her voice carried a slight, choked sound of distress.

What if she gets a scar? Such a beautiful and proud child.

It’s my fault.

Meng Ziqing turned her head to look at her. The words stuck in her throat drowned out by the moisture in Qin Yue’s aloof eyes. She quietly turned back and lowered her head, remaining silent.

She let Qin Yue hold her arm under the cold water.

This small injury doesn’t seem like a loss, Meng Ziqing thought.

After a frantic flurry, Meng Ziqing finally felt her arm was better. The burning pain had significantly reduced.

The program team then told them there was a first-aid kit upstairs.

“Come on, sister, accompany me upstairs to put on some medicine. It’s inconvenient for me to do it alone,” Meng Ziqing said to Qin Yue, appearing “fragile,” but her eyes were dark as an abyss, anticipating the unknowing prey taking the bait.

I’ve been quite annoyed this whole morning. Now I’m the patient, so it’s not too much to ask for some interest back from the culprit, is it?

“Alright…”

Qin Yue agreed without hesitation, her cool eyes reflecting guilt and distress as she looked at Meng Ziqing’s arm.

She had no idea what was waiting for her next.