A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 17

Following the seating order, Zhang Ke and Wen Siliang were the first to exit the car.

Then came Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue.

Before getting out, Qin Yue finally voiced the confusion in her heart, “What kind of landscape photos did you take?”

Meng Ziqing did not answer directly; instead, she urged and pushed Qin Yue.

“Oh dear, just some ordinary landscape photos, Sis, come on, let’s get out, we’ve arrived.”

The girl’s eyes held a mischievous glint, her eyes curved, and her lips curled slightly, much like a little fox who had just finished something naughty and hadn’t been discovered yet.

Qin Yue’s brow furrowed slightly, a hidden meaning flashing in her cool eyes, yet she still obediently got out of the car.

However, before stepping out, she tapped Meng Ziqing’s forehead and said, “You’d better not lie, little one.”

“Of course I won’t lie.”

Meng Ziqing winked playfully at her.

Qin Yue narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips without speaking, and directly got out of the car, no longer paying attention to Meng Ziqing.

Little liar.

A seed of doubt was quietly planted. The more Meng Ziqing tried to cover it up, the more Qin Yue wanted to know what those landscape photos were.

The CP System asked confusedly, “Host, why are you deliberately piquing Qin Yue’s curiosity?”

“Won’t she find out that you took a candid photo of her then?”

“I want her to find out,” Meng Ziqing said slowly, looking up from fiddling with her phone at the very back of the guests. “If I’m not found out, how can I openly set her photo as my phone’s lock screen?”

CP System: “Lock screen??”

“Mmm…”

Meng Ziqing traced a finger over the photo of Qin Yue’s sleeping face, lamenting, “She’s so beautiful, it would be a shame not to make it the lock screen.”

CP System: …

The CP System grumbled, “Look at the way you talk. Since Qin Yue is so pretty, wouldn’t it be even more of a shame if she weren’t your wife?”

Meng Ziqing shook her head, “No, Qin Yue can be a lock screen and a CP, but she can’t be a wife.”

The CP System was completely bewildered, “Why?”

Meng Ziqing lifted her arm. The bright red scald had healed significantly, settling into an orange-flesh color, but it was still quite noticeable against her pale skin.

She said, “Because I hate clumsy, foolish beauties.”

CP System: …

Is that so?

Why did I see you smiling quite happily when Qin Yue brought you cold water to rinse the wound earlier?

Now you’re starting to be hypocritical.

The flower shop the production team arranged for the guests was somewhat unexpected.

According to the mission, the two flower shops were supposed to compete in terms of performance. The guests had mentally prepared for an ordinary flower shop that would require them to use every skill they had to revive it. But the result was—

This flower shop was surprisingly…

Beautiful and bustling with business.

From the window, one could glimpse the dazzling light emanating from the crystal chandelier hanging high inside. The light also carried a slight purple hue, enveloping the entire shop in a dreamy atmosphere. Dewdrops still clung to the vibrant fresh flowers, which were being bundled into complex, eye-catching bouquets by the nimble hands of the employees.

Even without the presence of these people to boost its traffic, this was a “Diva” of a flower shop.

Meng Ziqing pointed at the entrance of the flower shop, then turned to the camera and asked the director.

“Director, you found us such a ‘Diva’ to work at. Aren’t you afraid we’ll just mess things up?”

“We’re all quite poor. If we damage the flowers, can it be considered a work injury and be reimbursed?” she asked seriously.

Director: “…”

This child really knows how to crack a cold joke.

Seeing that the director didn’t speak, Meng Ziqing blinked her eyes, complaining directly, “I don’t have money, I can’t afford to compensate.”

This was absolutely true. The original owner’s family was on the verge of bankruptcy. She didn’t dare sell any clothes, shoes, or bags, as selling them would expose her plight. The original owner was also holding back.

So, despite her glamorous appearance, her bank account truly didn’t have much money.

“I’ll compensate you…” the director gritted out.

“It’s ‘we’ will compensate us,” Meng Ziqing corrected.

“Fine…”

Hahahaha, I’m dying of laughter. Fairy Meng is already thinking about compensation before starting work.

Looking at it from another perspective, maybe Fairy Meng is asking for her Sister Yue. Her Sister Yue is clumsy.

That makes a lot of sense.

Inadvertently, a beautiful misunderstanding was formed.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

Zhang Ke exclaimed, her gaze lingering on a bouquet in the display window, her eyes revealing admiration.

She was still a student, and most universities were built in the suburbs. Her university was no exception. Due to various reasons like academics and transportation issues, she didn’t often visit the commercial centers downtown.

“It is indeed nice.”

Meng Ziqing looked in the direction Zhang Ke was gazing and found that the flowers displayed in the window were all of high quality.

“They’re all beautiful. Anyone who loves flowers would definitely adore receiving them.”

“Thank you…”

The flower shop manager, who rushed over from the back of the store, smiled politely upon hearing the praise.

The flower shop manager was a woman who looked very young, but the fact that she could open a large-scale flower shop downtown proved that she had connections and capability.

“Welcome everyone to ‘Fleeting Flowers.’ I’ll have to trouble you all for the rest of the day.”

The flower shop manager led the way, smiling.

The flower shop owner’s arrangements were very thorough.

She first took all the guests on a tour of the store, familiarizing them with the various sections and their respective functions. Afterward, she took them to eat.

After lunch, they would undergo simple training.

Formal work would begin at 2 p.m. and continue until 9 p.m. when the store closed.

During the training, Meng Ziqing gained a deeper understanding of Qin Yue’s life-clumsiness attribute.

How to put it—she wasn’t stupid, just clumsy with her hands.

Her skill points were severely unevenly distributed. Her intelligence and fashion aesthetic sense were extremely high, but her hands wouldn’t listen to her brain.

Her brain understood, but her hands didn’t.

By the time Meng Ziqing, under the guidance of the staff, had rapidly upgraded from wrapping single flowers to wrapping bouquets of twenty or thirty flowers.

Qin Yue was still struggling with the tissue paper.

She was wearing an apron properly, and her cool eyes were extremely serious at the moment, completely focused on the battle between the tissue paper and the fake flower in her fingers.

Repeatedly, struggling.

In no time, the tissue paper, which was already easy to wrinkle, tore under her repeated manipulation.

A large hole was “swished” out of the center of the paper.

It was a tragic but not glorious sacrifice.

Immediately after, the resilient fake rose also unfortunately perished.

Its head was snapped off because it had been wrapped and pulled out too many times.

The flower head was pinched in Qin Yue’s hand; in the other hand were the ruined paper and a solitary flower stem.

Qin Yue’s hands were beautiful, slender and smooth, even more pleasing to the eye when holding something, but this couldn’t overlook the major fact of her manual ineptitude.

Qin Yue paused the moment the flower head dropped and the tissue paper tore, her cool eyes filled with disbelief at her own clumsiness.

The paper tore, and she felt like tearing herself apart, too.

The shop employee teaching her tried to comfort her with words.

But Qin Yue’s head still gradually dropped amidst the words of encouragement.

Her shoulder-length hair swayed with her movement, covering her expression, but a sense of loss silently leaked out.

Pitiful and wronged.

Meng Ziqing: “…”

She sighed and chuckled helplessly, feeling a strange itch in her heart.

Perhaps it was the stark contrast of the cool-headed, mature woman being severely struck by her clumsiness and displaying a pitiable look that was different from her usual self, which genuinely triggered Meng Ziqing’s twisted preference for seeing beautiful people cry.

Meng Ziqing put down what she was holding, walked toward Qin Yue, lifted her hand, pulled out the flower head and stem, reattached them, and then pulled out a brand-new sheet of tissue paper, saying to Qin Yue,

“Don’t be discouraged, Sis. Come here, and I’ll teach you.”