A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 20

Meng Ziqing’s movements were swift, not giving the audience in the live stream any time to react.

Just as they were excitedly preparing to take screenshots, a hand appeared on the screen, moving quickly and accurately towards them. Immediately after, the screen blurred, reflecting their dumbfounded expressions. Finally, the screen went completely dark after a momentary dizzying flash.

Meng Ziqing had pulled the plug, giving them no “benefits” whatsoever to see.

The live stream fell silent for two seconds, followed by—

Ahhh, the screen is black!

The hand! The hand! The hand! It was Meng Fairy, she unplugged the live camera.

Why be so stingy? It’s just a kiss, what’s the big deal about letting us see?!

Ahhh!

A chorus of wails erupted.

The director and the other staff members of the production team were completely stunned. They held their phones, eyes glazed over, exchanging glances. A thought simultaneously popped into their minds:

It’s only the first day of the show, and they’re already playing this wildly?!

The speed was comparable to kindling meeting fire.

The fervor was like an old house catching ablaze.

The director’s mind paused for a moment, then he suddenly recalled the profiles of Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue: both were lifelong singles mother-child solo, and one had lived abroad for a long time. They were both adults. Their fervent, love-at-first-sight passion…

Perhaps it wasn’t that difficult to understand?

The situation in the live stream and with the production team was no longer within the scope of Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue’s consideration.

After all… kissing required concentration.

“Mmm, JieJie (Sister).”

Surrounded by a riot of flowers, Meng Ziqing sat on the table, looking up and seemingly weakly accepting Qin Yue’s aggressive and lingering kiss. Her eyes were wet with mist, and her dark, curly hair draped over her shoulders, ambiguously intertwining with Qin Yue’s neat strands, becoming one.

But in reality, if you looked at her hands, you would notice that one arm possessively wrapped around Qin Yue’s waist.

And the other hand was gripping Qin Yue’s neck.

Under her fair fingers was a red mark.

Giving the other person a stimulus and a sense of suffocation that made one’s scalp tingle.

Qin Yue was not to be outdone. Her five fingers were hidden in Meng Ziqing’s hair. When the kiss became passionate, she unconsciously used a little more force, pulling Meng Ziqing closer to herself.

Meng Ziqing cooperated, while the hand holding Qin Yue’s waist also tightened.

The air between them gradually warmed, radiating heat that scorched their hearts.

Their kiss was not fierce, but lingering. Their lips and teeth intertwined in a very standard French kiss.

They occasionally met eyes with half-closed lids, and then closed their eyes again to proceed with the next round.

It wasn’t until the clock struck two and the sound was accompanied by a loud dong-dong-dong knocking on the door that they finally slowed down and stopped.

“Ziqing, Qin Yue, are you inside? I’m coming in!”

Outside the door, Wen Siliang’s calm voice carried a subtle sense of anxiousness and panic.

Meng Ziqing opened her eyes and looked toward the door. Before they could speak, Wen Siliang directly pushed the door open, bringing Zhang Ke in with him.

Qin Yue subconsciously held Meng Ziqing in her arms, shielding her from their view.

But these ‘things’ referring to the marks/swelling couldn’t disappear immediately. Meng Ziqing shifted in Qin Yue’s embrace, then jumped down from the table.

“What’s the rush?”

Meng Ziqing blinked, asking with feigned confusion, though a hint of coolness flashed across her eyes, coinciding with a subtle movement of her fingertips on the table.

“Sister Qing Qing…”

Zhang Ke was dragged in by Wen Siliang like a pawn, and she nodded to them with an embarrassed look.

When she noticed the slightly red and swollen lips of both Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue, her cute face flushed.

Wen Siliang naturally noticed this scene, but his expression didn’t change. However, thinking of the phone call in his pocket, his heart sank.

“Still didn’t make it in time,” Wen Siliang thought regretfully.

Upon hearing his inner thought, Meng Ziqing narrowed her eyes.

Wen Siliang gently pointed to the time, “Well, it’s already two o’clock…”

“Oh, right, it’s time.” Meng Ziqing nodded in sudden realization.

“Time to start work, isn’t it?”

Meng Ziqing didn’t wait for Wen Siliang to finish, unceremoniously interrupting to ask. Her eyes were slightly bright, looking quite eager for the upcoming work.

Wen Siliang’s fist subtly tightened, but his gentle smile remained unchanged: “Yes…”

“Great, thank you, Brother Siliang, for the reminder. Otherwise, we really would have been late.”

Meng Ziqing’s eyes curved into crescents, and her attitude was excellent.

It was much better than when she faced Gu Yang, and she even sounded a bit intimate with the use of the address.

Qin Yue’s eyes darkened slightly. She glanced at Meng Ziqing’s smiling, exquisite face, feeling that the smile was a bit glaring.

It turns out, the little one not only calls her ‘JieJie’ but also calls others ‘GeGe (Brother)…’

“It’s nothing, I should have.”

Seeing that Meng Ziqing didn’t seem to be guarding against him, Wen Siliang sighed in relief, feeling that the next task wouldn’t be difficult to complete. “Let’s go, ladies. Today we have to beat the flower shop next door and buy better flowers for our preferred partners.”

As a man, he adopted a leadership demeanor. Having been a celebrity for many years, his gentle and resilient temperament truly made him look the part.

“Mhm! Okay.”

Zhang Ke nodded, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at him. If nothing unexpected happened, this girl was already smitten.

A cunning married man.

Meng Ziqing pressed her tongue against her teeth, holding back from saying anything.

Just as they were about to step out the door, Qin Yue suddenly and subtly pulled Meng Ziqing back. Meng Ziqing turned her head, only to see Qin Yue’s eyes cool and clear, asking as if in passing, “What’s your impression of Wen Siliang?”

Meng Ziqing’s gaze slowly moved to Wen Siliang, who was walking side-by-side with Zhang Ke ahead, and she smiled at Qin Yue.

“I think Brother Siliang is a very good person.”

He really is very good. You can tell from his name: Wen… SiLiang…

Upon hearing the answer, Qin Yue pursed her lips, her clear, cold brows growing even colder. She met Meng Ziqing’s gaze, speaking with a double meaning.

“Oh, he’s not bad.”