A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 18

Qin Yue snapped out of her disappointment, turning to meet Meng Ziqing’s gaze with a hint of surprise in her clear, cool eyes.

She could barely believe her ears.

What was Meng Ziqing saying? She actually said she would teach her.

“You… you’re going to teach me?” Qin Yue pointed to herself, her tone hesitant.

Qin Yue’s delicate brows furrowed slightly; she felt a little resistant.

Meng Ziqing looked helpless but confirmed again, “Yes, I’ll teach you.”

Meng Ziqing casually finished wrapping the flowers in her hand in two quick movements, then pointed to the clock which already read one, employing a bit of a challenge.

“You’re going to start your shift soon. You can’t be there without wrapping a single bouquet, can you?”

Qin Yue lowered her gaze, remaining silent.

Did you guys notice? Meng Fairy didn’t call her ‘Sister’ just now.

It reminds me of a saying: If a junior doesn’t call her ‘Sister,’ her intentions must be wild.

Why did I think Meng Fairy was the bottom before? This is clearly a green tea, manipulative top!

“Sister…” Meng Ziqing called out again.

After that, she patiently looked at Qin Yue, giving her time to think.

The phrase “I’ll teach you” inherently carries a sense of hierarchy, like a teacher and a student—one imparting knowledge, the other receiving it. Their statuses are different, one being higher and the other lower.

Qin Yue, the white moonlight of the entire book, has been superior since childhood, always first in everything. She is a very proud person.

It is very, very difficult for her to wholeheartedly accept help from someone else.

Because, to her, the strong have the right to give, and the weak choose to accept the gift.

She wasn’t born strong, but in her eyes, Meng Ziqing, who is younger and has less experience than her, is just a child.

And children, well, they should be spoiled.

Adults always have a hurdle when accepting a gift from a child.

Meng Ziqing understood this, so she wasn’t anxious.

The fresh floral scent permeated the flower shop. The surrounding flowers bloomed gorgeously, displaying their beauty. The brilliant crystal light cast a dreamy glow, and Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were in a silent standoff in the flower shop’s work area.

The clerk who was originally teaching Qin Yue how to wrap flowers looked around, sensed the awkward atmosphere, and slipped away.

Now, only Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing remained here.

[The shop assistant is so perceptive! She saw the situation was off and directly bailed, lol.]

They had now changed into the same flower shop uniform: a black dress with a light purple ruffled apron bearing the shop’s logo tied over it, and they wore small black hats. For convenience, Meng Ziqing had casually tied her romantically curled long hair into a loose, low ponytail. A few strands trailed over her shoulder, softening the coldness and ethereal quality in her eyes, bringing out a genuine sense of warmth.

Gentle yet powerful.

Qin Yue pursed her lips, her cool gaze now tinged with struggle.

Qin Yue knew there were gaps between people, just like now, there was a gap between her and Meng Ziqing in terms of handiwork.

They were wearing the same work uniform, but their hands were different.

Meng Ziqing held the flowers that Qin Yue had struggled with for a long time. Her flexible fingers seemed like magic, and with just two simple movements, she had wrapped the flowers beautifully and neatly.

This was the gap.

Qin Yue knew she should let Meng Ziqing teach her, but…

She always felt awkward, as if she was inherently inferior to Meng Ziqing.

Qin Yue tapped her fingers on the wooden counter, her eyes downcast, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. The struggle was palpable in every strand of her hair.

“It feels like I’d lose too much face if I just agree like this,” Qin Yue’s heart was a tangled mess of threads. But I really want the little one to teach me.

But…

Unconsciously, Qin Yue was being pulled back and forth between her pride and her desire.

She and Meng Ziqing were actually very similar; they both had an immense ‘idol burden,’ a burden heavy as a thousand pounds.

Meng Ziqing lowered her head, her bangs covering the expression in her eyes, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Qin Yue was just too cute.

The angle of some of the cameras in the flower shop was quite unique; it seemed the director had a sudden idea to let the viewers experience what it was like to watch two people dating from under a table. So, several small, cute, round cameras were also placed on the counter.

As the cameras rotated, they emitted flashing lights.

The audience in the live stream saw Meng Ziqing trying to hold back a laugh completely.

Help, this woman is trying not to laugh, she is trying not to laugh!

What should I do? I love this look of Meng Fairy—ethereal-looking but full of green tea schemes to manipulate the cool-headed Sister.

A woman’s not bad if no one loves her. Meng Fairy is so bad, and I love it.

Manipulative Green Tea, the best!

Her trembling was so strong that it brought Qin Yue back from her internal struggle.

She couldn’t see Meng Ziqing’s expression, only the junior’s frail, slender shoulders, with the apron cinching her waist very thinly, making her look even more pitiful.

Qin Yue realized she had struggled for too long without giving Meng Ziqing a response.

She suddenly recalled the image of Meng Ziqing from the morning—her tearful, wronged, and pitiful look when Qin Yue ignored her while applying medicine, silently shedding tears like an injured little beast. Qin Yue’s heart instantly tightened.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, explaining with difficulty, “I’m not ignoring you, but…”

“Sister…” Meng Ziqing looked up, her eyes stubbornly meeting hers, those pure, soft black eyes misty with tears.

Qin Yue opened her mouth, unsure what to say, a flash of shame crossing her sapphire-like eyes.

She had made her cry again.

In just one day, she had made Meng Ziqing cry twice…

“Sorry…” Qin Yue mumbled.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you,” Qin Yue explained.

The cool-headed Sister bought it! She bought it again!

MengFairy is actually a manipulative green tea, and the cool-headed Sister is actually a clueless beauty who falls for green tea schemes.

This is so good to ship! The contrast between these two is so delicious!

“Sister, it’s not because of that,” Meng Ziqing sighed. She put down the single bouquet, stepped forward, took Qin Yue’s hand, lowered her head, and her voice was muffled, “I just feel useless, that I can’t help Sister.”

“I know I’m not much use, just like what Gu Yang said last night—I’m just a pampered young lady living off my family, who knows and understands nothing, and I’m completely from a different world than Sister.”

Meng Ziqing’s voice was slightly choked after saying this, crystal tears hanging from her lashes.

Qin Yue became anxious, feeling annoyed at Gu Yang, and her impression of him worsened by two points.

“No, don’t listen to him.”

Qin Yue wasn’t good at comforting people; she could only awkwardly pat Meng Ziqing’s shoulder and say firmly, “You’re very good…”

“I’m not good, Sister.” Meng Ziqing shook her head in denial. Her normally bright eyes were now a little dim.

“Sister, look at Gu Yang. He’s the CEO of the Gu Corporation, young, wealthy, and excellent. If he came over to teach you, you would naturally put him on the same level, see it as mutual help between friends, and accept it naturally.”

“You wouldn’t be struggling like this at all.” Meng Ziqing looked into Qin Yue’s eyes and said, “The reason you’re struggling now is that you see me as a child.”

Qin Yue’s cheeks flushed slightly, having been hit right on the nose.

“If only I could be as excellent as others, then Sister could accept my help without any reservations.” Meng Ziqing lowered her eyes, and a single crystalline tear rolled down her cheek.

Plop It fell onto Qin Yue’s hand. The tear was scorching, instantly burning Qin Yue’s heart.

Qin Yue sighed softly, pulled Meng Ziqing into her arms, slowly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on the young girl’s cheek, and gently pointed to the clock nearby, “Don’t cry, little one. Come and teach me to wrap flowers.”

Meng Ziqing looked up, her eyelashes trembling slightly, then she excitedly hugged Qin Yue.

Qin Yue hugged her back, the heavy stone in her heart finally gone, and the corner of her lips unconsciously curled up into a faint smile.

Saying the words that would let Meng Ziqing teach her didn’t seem so embarrassing anymore.

Quietly, Meng Ziqing’s status in Qin Yue’s heart was no longer that of the bad child—the crybaby, ambitious, troublemaker who also needed to be looked after.

It became more equal.

She became someone Qin Yue could rely on for certain things.

Behind Qin Yue’s back, where she couldn’t see, Meng Ziqing’s head rested on her shoulder, and the corner of her lips lifted slightly.

When it comes to schemes, Meng Fairy is the one.

This is too sweet! How about the production team changes the name? Don’t call it ’90 Days of Love,’ just call it ‘ Meng Fairy ‘s 365 Strategies to Chase a Wife’!

Agree Agree Agree

After resolving Qin Yue’s psychological issue, Meng Ziqing started teaching Qin Yue how to wrap flowers.

It was still the familiar single rose, but unlike the clerk who only demonstrated once before asking Qin Yue to copy, Meng Ziqing’s teaching was much more detailed.

She divided the table in half, one side for Qin Yue and the other for herself.

They stood shoulder to shoulder. Like children learning origami, Meng Ziqing would perform one step, and Qin Yue would follow and repeat it.

If Qin Yue couldn’t manage a step, Meng Ziqing would put down her own materials and go over to teach her hands-on.

Two equally fair and slender hands overlapped, working together on a piece of wrapping paper. The warmth of the other person was transmitted, close enough to feel the rise and fall of their breathing, which gradually synchronized.

It was as if they were one person.

Time passed silently during their lesson. Surrounded by flowers, bathed in the purple, dreamy light, the heart-pounding ambiguity between them was also quietly escalating.

Even though the air conditioning in the flower shop was strong, the area around them felt intensely warm.

Qin Yue’s heart started racing, and her head felt a little heavy.

Meng Ziqing taught Qin Yue step by step, progressing from wrapping single flowers to wrapping multiple flowers.

But toward the end, perhaps because the increase in flowers meant more things were needed for wrapping and the steps were more complex, or perhaps the heat in the air was making Qin Yue feel dizzy, she frequently got distracted during these 10 minutes.

Her eyes were cool yet a little scattered. Her rosy, thin lips were gently pressed together, and she stared blankly at Meng Ziqing’s long, smooth hands, but she wasn’t thinking about anything.

Meng Ziqing finished demonstrating the next step, but Qin Yue still didn’t move.

Her bright, gem-like eyes were lit, but there was no expression in them; she seemed to have lost her soul.

Or perhaps, she truly wasn’t thinking anything right now, just staring blankly at Meng Ziqing’s hands.

Because Meng Ziqing’s mind-reading ability couldn’t read anything.

Meng Ziqing felt a little annoyed. She was working hard to teach her how to wrap bouquets so that the dating mission would be successful and they could win against that jerk Gu Yang next door, but Qin Yue was spacing out and wandering off to outer space.

“Sister!”

Meng Ziqing’s voice was a little sharp when she called her.

“Ah…” Qin Yue came back to her senses.

At this, Meng Ziqing completely lost her temper. She put down the things in her hands, lifted Qin Yue’s hand, and immediately slipped into Qin Yue’s arms, gripping her hand tightly.

“What are you doing?”

Qin Yue exclaimed, a hint of surprise and confusion in her cool eyes, but no trace of distaste.

She even subtly tightened her embrace around the person in her arms.

Ordinarily, she would never be this close to anyone else, but this was Meng Ziqing.

Meng Ziqing, who burst into her life like a fire.

A naughty girl who was unreasonable, only knew how to charge ahead, and get what she wanted.

And she could only indulge her.

After all, Meng Ziqing had a face she adored and a personality she cherished.

From the outside to the soul, she was everything Qin Yue loved.

“Sister, you keep spacing out. Well, since that’s the case, I’ll personally teach you up close and personal,” Meng Ziqing said, pouting.

Surrounded by flowers, the two girls were in an ambiguous posture. The girl in the embrace was slightly shorter than the one outside, yet her aura was dominant, clearly the leader in this relationship.

And Qin Yue, who was embracing her, had a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Oh my god, is this something I can watch without paying? Up-close and personal teaching.

Let the teaching be more intense! I love watching it.

Pretty Sisters, snuggle up.

The live stream audience erupted in cheers.

“I wasn’t constantly spacing out,” Qin Yue retorted.

“Yes, you were, Sister. You’ve spaced out 12 times in the last 10 minutes,” Meng Ziqing said, keeping count.

She gently held Qin Yue’s hand, patiently placing it on the paper, “Learn with me. Sister is about to start working.”

“You need to concentrate…” Meng Ziqing hit the nail on the head.

“Okay…” Qin Yue’s ears quietly turned red.

The crystal lights in the flower shop flickered with a hazy glow, and the feelings between the two people beneath them surged and ebbed with their interactions.

Finally, under Meng Ziqing’s hands-on guidance, Qin Yue finally learned the technique for wrapping multi-flower bouquets.

Meng Ziqing looked up at her happily, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, “You can do it after all, Sister.”

But Qin Yue’s focus wasn’t there, because from Qin Yue’s perspective…

Meng Ziqing’s skin was snow-white, her eyes were moist, and her cherry lips were rosy.

Meng Ziqing, at this angle…

looked very kissable.