A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 25

As she spoke, Qin Yue locked eyes with Meng Ziqing, her gaze filled with seriousness.

Her tone was cold, like a declaration, “Your fiancé is inadequate. This kind of man is not worthy of you. Change him.”

“Change to me…” she continued. “I will give you more than you can get from Gu Yang.”

In the dimly lit room, the woman’s tall figure cast the girl in shadow, like an umbrella sheltering a fledgling bird, or a possessive cage, firmly encircling the fragile-shouldered girl in her embrace.

The canary’s cage was built by Qin Yue herself.

“What you get from Gu Yang, I will give you. What you can’t get from Gu Yang, I will also give you.”

The coolness in her eyes did not diminish, and her tone remained indifferent, but the content was enough to stir up a raging storm.

Qin Yue herself was an executive at RY, and the resources and connections she held were far beyond the reach of the male protagonist, Gu Yang, let alone the family backing her. Her promise was something countless people yearned for.

“Little one, change your partner.”

Her tone was seductive. She raised her eyes to look at Meng Ziqing. Her dark hair brushed against Meng Ziqing’s cheek, causing a slight tickle. Her ink-blue eyes were misty and damp, like a siren appearing late at night, specifically to lure people into the deep sea.

“Change my partner?!”

Meng Ziqing’s eyes widened slightly, the daze in her eyes not yet completely gone. The shock was too great; this was a development she had not anticipated at all.

She knew Qin Yue was direct because neither of them was the type to hem and haw. They were both people who went after what they liked.

In other words, their cores were similar.

But Meng Ziqing had absolutely not expected Qin Yue’s reaction to learning she had a fiancé to be like this.

“Yes, change to me.” Qin Yue moved closer to her, her hot breath spraying on Meng Ziqing’s neck, causing Meng Ziqing to clench her clothes tightly.

Meng Ziqing blinked her eyes, swallowing cautiously.

The invitation from her crush to cheat on her fiancé was very appealing, but judging by the current stance…

She might be the one getting pounced on!

From being played to death by Qin Yue in life to being played to death by Qin Yue in bed…

Meng Ziqing inappropriately recalled the fake flower in Qin Yue’s hand at the flower shop, which had been played with until its head fell off, and she shivered involuntarily.

No! She was afraid of pain.

No, absolutely not now.

Meng Ziqing weakly grabbed Qin Yue’s hand. Clear, dark eyes immediately filled with a shallow mist of water, and her eye corners were rosy, looking extremely pitiful and helpless. “Sister, I can explain this.”

She took a deep breath, as if making a huge decision, and spoke softly, “Sister, I know it was my fault for concealing this, but I really didn’t know what else I could do besides concealing it.”

“I’m the only child in my family, and you know how common marriage alliances are in the upper circle, Sister—selling marriage for profit.”

She lowered her eyes, clenching her clothes, her voice choking, “I don’t like Gu Yang, but what choice do I have?”

“Being with him makes me very uncomfortable. He makes me feel like my whole life will be like this, just as he said—”

Meng Ziqing’s voice drifted, and her eyes were a little unfocused.

“I’m just a delicate young lady who can’t do anything, relying on my parents at home, and relying on my husband’s family after marriage. I can’t do anything, I have no skills, I’m just a blood-sucking parasite who relies on others…”

Finally, Meng Ziqing turned to look at Qin Yue.

Her voice carried fatigue, “Sister, I’m so tired.”

Qin Yue looked at her with a deep gaze, remaining silent.

Meng Ziqing’s fingers moved imperceptibly. Her exquisite face was still sorrowful, but her heart was anxious.

She had acted this far; why wasn’t Qin Yue hugging and comforting her yet?

Meng Ziqing lowered her eyes, her sight unconsciously moving to Qin Yue’s hands.

Qin Yue’s hands were beautiful, with long, pale fingers and clearly defined knuckles. Unlike Meng Ziqing’s hands, hers were lean and more powerful, with slightly protruding veins that traced a map of mountains and rivers, and a slight callus on the joints due to years of holding a pen.

Very attractive, not just for show.

But she was physically weak.

Meng Ziqing looked at her own slender arms and legs with a mournful expression. She… couldn’t win against Qin Yue.

Meng Ziqing closed her eyes with difficulty, waiting for Qin Yue’s judgment while her heart hammered wildly.

The girl’s closed-eye, timid appearance was exactly like a startled rabbit. Her eyelids and nose were red. A few strands of her tied-up dark, curly long hair rested on her shoulder, making her look even more fragile.

A bad child full of lies.

Qin Yue’s eyes darkened. She scrutinized Meng Ziqing’s absolutely convincing face, her heart sinking deeper and deeper, feeling uncomfortably blocked.

It was a pity that Meng Ziqing had turned off her mind-reading now, otherwise, she wouldn’t be waiting here for death with a sliver of hope.

Qin Yue raised her hand, her slightly cool fingers touching Meng Ziqing’s cheek. Meng Ziqing’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still didn’t move.

Very obedient…

Unbelievably obedient.

Perhaps she would only be this obedient at a time like this. Qin Yue lowered her eyes, and the data the Head of Public Relations had shown her not long ago surfaced in her mind.

Qin Yue first saw Wen Siliang’s profile—a secretly married man. Her hand holding the phone trembled with anger, and she wanted to tear the person apart internally.

How dare such a filthy thing approach her?

But when she immediately saw Meng Ziqing’s data, the emotional changes Wen Siliang had brought were suddenly worthless, like a small appetizer.

She was completely stunned, not even reacting when her phone fell to the floor.

Only because the data on the screen clearly stated in black and white—Meng Ziqing and Gu Yang were engaged.

The news was absolutely true. They had been engaged since college, a fact known to the upper-class circles in A-City.

Wen Siliang knew it too.

Only Qin Yue, who had recently returned to the country, didn’t know these things.

And what was even more ridiculous was that Qin Yue’s first reaction after coming to her senses was: Gu Yang was not worthy of Meng Ziqing.

It wasn’t anger at being deceived and played by Meng Ziqing, but a genuine feeling that Gu Yang was not worthy of her little green tea.

Yes, Meng Ziqing was—hers.

She could only be hers.

Qin Yue spent an afternoon and an evening figuring out this point.

A cool, lofty flower, having spent so much time with a little green tea, now had similar ways of thinking.

So what if the person she liked was engaged? Just steal her directly.

Qin Yue sighed softly. For some reason, as soon as she saw Meng Ziqing, images of Meng Ziqing and Gu Yang being intimate would surface in her mind.

They were engaged in college. They were incompatible now, but what about before?

Did they hug, did they kiss, did they…

Qin Yue didn’t want to think any further. The thought alone made her eyes burn with anger, and even her gaze toward Meng Ziqing was tinged with fury.

“So nervous?” She approached Meng Ziqing again, raising her long, fair fingers, her tone icy. “If what you say is true, little one, why are you so nervous?”

Qin Yue’s fingers roved over Meng Ziqing’s body like an agile, leisurely white snake. The coolness of her fingertips travelled from Meng Ziqing’s forehead all the way down: eyes, nose tip, lips, gently tracing her jaw, and then moving further down.

Meng Ziqing was uncomfortable, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice trembling. “Sister, please stop…”

“Stop what?” Qin Yue’s eyes were cold and dark, without any hint of a smile, but full of jealousy. “He hasn’t done this to you?”

With the fires on her body ignited by Qin Yue, Meng Ziqing was truly riled up and couldn’t keep up the act. She abruptly pressed down on Qin Yue’s fingers, then lowered her head and kissed them, pouting, “He hasn’t done any of it. Can we please stop talking about him, Sister?”

“Hah, if not him, then who should we talk about?” Qin Yue was amused by Meng Ziqing’s sudden change, and her tone shifted. “Wen Siliang?”

Meng Ziqing’s eyelid twitched, and she felt despair. What kind of self-inflicted trouble was this?

“Little one, you are truly bold,” Qin Yue withdrew her hand and leaned over to trace Meng Ziqing’s features. “Your ambition is sufficient, and you are truly smart.”

“If I hadn’t investigated further, perhaps I would have become a gun for you.”

“You knew about Wen Siliang’s secret marriage long ago, and you hate him. Your purpose in doing this was to lure me in, right?”

As Qin Yue spoke, she lazily stared into Meng Ziqing’s eyes, while the hand wrapped around her waist pressed downwards.

Meng Ziqing was wearing shorts today, and she could clearly feel that Qin Yue’s hand had already pressed beneath the shorts. The thigh entangled with hers also radiated a scorching temperature through the white fabric.

Her face and dignity had been completely stripped away by Qin Yue, and she wasn’t far from having her last secret exposed.

Damn it…

Meng Ziqing was truly pushed to the point where she couldn’t keep up the act. With a surge of desperation, she suddenly got up and pressed Qin Yue down.

In the dark room with the hazy moonlight, the girl, cornered on the bed, moved extremely fast. Before the cool-tempered woman could react, she was pushed onto the floor by the girl. The higher-lower dynamic instantly reversed, with the girl on top and Qin Yue beneath.

“Sister, you’re so annoying,” Meng Ziqing complained sarcastically, forcefully pinning her down.

The floor beneath her back was cold, but her body felt hot. The dark shadow surged up, isolating the pale moonlight. A soft, warm weight pressed onto her waist. The girl pressing down on her was shrouded in moonlight from behind, and even her hair seemed to emit a faint glow, like a deity statue, imbued with divinity.

Unfortunately, the deity’s expression was lazy and willful, and the smile on her lips was arrogant, lacking any of the compassion or brilliance a deity should possess.

So, she could only be considered a demon.

Qin Yue was momentarily stunned, then reacted, chuckling, “What? Is the little one finally done pretending?”

Meng Ziqing retorted, “Did Sister fall for it before, though?”

Exposed, Meng Ziqing didn’t even bother to pretend anymore. She simply nestled herself on Qin Yue’s body and cooed, “I didn’t want to do this, but I really hate them. And I couldn’t let Sister know, because that would sour your relationship, and then I would really become a bad child.”

“So, I could only let Sister find out on your own,” she pouted, looking very wronged.

“Sister, now that you know the truth and you hate these people just like me, let’s team up against them, okay?”

Meng Ziqing rubbed her neck against Qin Yue’s, shamelessly saying, “I’m great at support. I can definitely help Sister.”

In just a few words, Meng Ziqing had twisted the situation to make it seem like Qin Yue hated these people, and she was merely there to help Qin Yue.

“Heh…” Qin Yue was so amused by Meng Ziqing’s ability to confuse right and wrong that she burst out laughing, then regained her composure, feeling both amused and helpless. “Little one, are you trying to treat me like a dog?”

Qin Yue moved her waist and, using her excellent core strength, easily sat up, leaning against the bedside. Meng Ziqing was pushed down but remained astride her.

Qin Yue pinched Meng Ziqing’s cheek without ceremony and asked again, “No reward, no interest. You just expect me to help you deal with others with just a few words? Little one, your calculations are so loud. Are you treating me like a dog?”

“No way, I’m clearly Sister’s little dog,” Meng Ziqing teased, winking at her.

She hugged Qin Yue’s waist, truly leaning in close like a small dog, and then licked Qin Yue’s cheek.

“Sister, help me.”

“Woof…”

The girl’s lips were smiling, her eyes bright, like stars in the darkness. Her entire gaze was filled with Qin Yue’s reflection, but her appearance was not like a little dog… it was more like a deadly poison disguised as a sweet treat.

Poisonous, but delicious.

Qin Yue’s eyes darkened. She gently smoothed Meng Ziqing’s hair, which was messy from the movement, her tone cool but holding something back. “What kind of help do you want me to give?”

Her finger curled, tracing downwards, finally stopping at one point, and she tilted her head, innocently asking Meng Ziqing,

“Like this?”