A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 3

Seeing this, Su An’an felt a throbbing headache and angrily turned her head away.

After two years, Meng Ziqing, that little green tea, was still so childish.

Meng Ziqing’s small actions couldn’t escape others, much less Qin Yue, the person involved.

This childish Meng Ziqing liked to overdo things, especially since she was showing ownership to Su An’an.

The two of them sat very close, shoulder-to-shoulder, their knees intentionally touching.

Their fingers, resting on their knees, would graze each other almost imperceptibly.

It wasn’t hot, just warm, but it gave Qin Yue a strange, tingling sensation.

A subtle numbness spread through half her body.

Qin Yue was very unaccustomed to it and frowned.

She turned her head and saw Meng Ziqing sitting beside her with a slight smile, listening intently as the other guests got acquainted.

The lighting was soft. The young girl’s eyes were large, her lashes long and distinct, casting a small shadow beneath her eyelids. Her cheeks were pink, showing she was well-raised, and she still retained a hint of innocent look.

She looked just like the doll Qin Yue loved when she was little.

She looked very well-behaved.

She shouldn’t… be doing it on purpose, right?

Qin Yue was conflicted.

Noticing Qin Yue’s gaze, Meng Ziqing turned back, her eyes innocent, “Sister, what is it?”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

She seemed unskilled at handling a look like Qin Yue’s, her little face pale. She gently bit her lower lip, her lashes trembling, confusion in her eyes, not understanding how she had “offended” Qin Yue.

Qin Yue: …

Qin Yue swallowed the words “don’t sit so close,” turned her clear, cold gaze away, and said against her better judgment, “It’s nothing…”

“Really?”

During their conversation, Qin Yue only felt the faint touch on her fingertips becoming more obvious, so hot she wanted to pull her hand away. But one look from her could make Meng Ziqing “afraid.”

She… shouldn’t…

Qin Yue nodded: “Mhm…”

Meng Ziqing let out an “oh” and turned her head back.

At an angle Qin Yue couldn’t see, her eyes quietly curved into a smile, a fleeting grin crossing her lips.

Sister is so easy to fool.

Time passed slowly as the guests got to know each other. Qin Yue impatiently licked her rosy lips, feeling agitated inside.

Qin Yue was somewhat fastidious and, apart from necessary courtesy, disliked being too close to people. But right now, she was sitting very close to Meng Ziqing.

Meng Ziqing carried a hint of sweetness and didn’t have the common summer perspiration odor. She wasn’t being handsy either, just sitting obediently pressed against Qin Yue.

Qin Yue didn’t dislike this kind of child, but she felt a strange… urge to take hold of Meng Ziqing’s hand and press it down to make her behave.

Couldn’t she stop with the almost-touching fingers?

It was very tingly…

So tingly it made her heart itch.

Just as she could no longer resist the urge to raise her hand and grab the young girl’s hand to hold it still, Meng Ziqing unexpectedly stood up, completely unpredicted.

Her hand, poised to grab, missed.

“It’s getting late, and everyone must be tired after a long day. We have filming tomorrow, so everyone should rest first.”

Meng Ziqing suggested.

Meng Ziqing was considerate: “We haven’t assigned rooms yet, and sorting them out and tidying up will take time.”

The others nodded in agreement.

Gu Yang checked the time and concurred, “It is indeed getting late. Everyone should get some rest after dividing the rooms.”

His expression softened as he said to Qin Yue, “Don’t rush the work for today; put it aside for now. We have other arrangements tomorrow.”

Behind them, Zhou Feng and Wen Siliang exchanged a glance, a realization flashing in their eyes.

Qin Yue was outstanding; it seemed this President Gu had already found a love interest early on.

Meng Ziqing rolled her eyes internally. Caring for his ‘White Moonlight’ right in front of his fiancée? He was just asking for trouble.

If the original host were here, she would probably be furious.

Meng Ziqing stepped forward to block Gu Yang’s view, “Sister should follow her own preference; there’s no need to listen to others.”

Gu Yang’s face darkened. He turned his head, knowing he shouldn’t say anything more now.

Meng Ziqing discussed with the guests: “Regarding the rooms, they are all the same specification, so it doesn’t matter which one you stay in.”

“It’s just a matter of who gets to choose first.”

Su An’an’s eyelid twitched. She had a hunch this green tea was up to mischief.

“The rooms…” Just as she was about to speak, Meng Ziqing’s words came first.

Meng Ziqing smiled, making it explicit, “Then it’s me and Sister Qin sharing one room, and Su An’an and Sister Zhang Ke sharing one room. Sister Zhang Ke, you guys choose first. Is that okay?”

Hearing this, Qin Yue looked sideways and met Meng Ziqing’s eyes. Meng Ziqing secretly winked at her.

Qin Yue instinctively averted her gaze. Her face remained unchanged, but inside, her heart was pounding so violently she could hear it.

Meng Ziqing was different from the public perception of a gentle green tea. Her looks were not associated with gentleness.

When not smiling, her eyebrows and eyes were cool and distant, refined but devoid of emotion when looking at people. She was like a jade flower that would break if touched, showing a kind of languid satisfaction of desire.

She also carried a kind of youthful aloofness, showing no delight at spring flowers or snow nights, and unperturbed as the sun, moon, and seasons flowed by.

But when she smiled, she was very sweet. When she sweetly called someone “Sister,” her cute rabbit teeth showed, a charming contrast that could instantly melt a person.

Just like now, as she looked at them with anticipation.

At least Qin Yue couldn’t refuse.

“I disagree.”

A voice, which could be described as cold, came from across the sofa, drawing everyone’s attention.

The sleepy cameraman instantly perked up.

He deftly maneuvered his camera. He absolutely loved the drama of sudden situations like this.

Everyone who had been about to nod in agreement now looked over, their previous fatigue completely gone, their eyes sparkling with gossip.

It was 2030, and the policy allowing same-sex marriage had been added to the constitution a few years ago. It wasn’t impossible for Su An’an and Meng Ziqing to be interested in Qin Yue, a golden thigh that could save them fifty years of struggle.

Now, even Gu Yang, the entertainment CEO, was interested in Qin Yue.

One man and two women vying for one woman.

Drama right from the start! Exciting.

Gu Yang also thought of this possibility, and his face instantly turned black and green.

In the matter of “the early bird catches the worm,” he was already disadvantaged by his gender.

Meng Ziqing’s smile gradually faded. She tapped her curved fingers rhythmically on the back of her hand, tilting her head in confusion, “Isn’t choosing rooms first good?”

Su An’an’s expression was gentle: “It is great, but Sister Zhang Ke is a student and needs sleep.”

Meng Ziqing cut right to the chase: “Will you disturb her rest?”

Su An’an sighed, “You know our profession; once we start drawing, we work day and night. Disturbing someone’s rest, it’s not suitable for me to share a room with her.”

“Sleeping early is not Sister Zhang Ke’s fault; it’s that we would disturb her rest,” she said softly, the reason sounding very rational and well-justified.

And sufficiently White Lotus.

Zhang Ke, who was suddenly mentioned, quickly glanced around and then decisively hid behind Wen Siliang, avoiding becoming collateral damage.

Meng Ziqing raised an eyebrow, glanced at Su An’an without speaking, and continued to tap her fingers rhythmically on the back of her hand.

If someone familiar with her were present, they would know this was her expression of inner frustration.

Meng Ziqing was like this. She usually wore a “green tea” facade to achieve her goals, appearing gentle and harmless, but inwardly, she had a terrible temper and was not a good person.

“And then…”

She tilted her head towards Su An’an, signaling her to continue.

This gesture was quite impolite, yet she pulled it off with an elegant nonchalance, making people feel that it was just her way.

“So, I think—” Su An’an deliberately paused, then glanced at Qin Yue with deep meaning.

The people around were completely silent, holding their breath, looking even more excited than the people involved.

The climax of the drama was about to arrive!

“I want to share a room with you.”

Su An’an pointed at Meng Ziqing and stated decisively.

All the guests: !

Su An’an fixed her gaze on Meng Ziqing, her next words even more explosive, “We are both designers, college classmates, and former roommates. We are familiar with each other’s living habits, so it’s most suitable for us to live together.”

“Sister Zhang Ke is a student and needs to rest early. Sister Qin Yue also has a regular routine, and their schedules align.”

“The room arrangement should be me and Ziqing in one room, and Sister Qin Yue and Sister Zhang Ke in one room. This arrangement is the most appropriate.”

Su An’an affirmed.

The guests, including Qin Yue herself, were too stunned to formulate any words.

They scanned back and forth between Qin Yue, Su An’an, and Meng Ziqing, noticing the three-to-four point resemblance between Qin Yue and Su An’an, and clichés like inappropriate ‘Replacement Literature’ started popping up in their minds.

Oh dear… People shouldn’t… at least not… should they?

Meng Ziqing pointed to herself, confirming again: “You want to share a room with me?”

Su An’an insisted: “Yes, with you.”

She met Meng Ziqing’s gaze, a hint of playful mockery flashing in her eyes.

She knew that if she directly said she wanted to share a room with Qin Yue, the little green tea would use excuses to stall her, or even let Qin Yue choose her roommate, and in that case, she definitely couldn’t win against the little green tea.

Since she couldn’t win, she would make sure the little green tea couldn’t have her way either.

Meng Ziqing’s lips flattened entirely, and the corners of her smiling eyes became distant and indifferent.

She glanced indifferently at Su An’an’s calculating, triumphant face and sighed softly.

“Sigh—”

“I’m very sorry, but I can’t accept that.”

Meng Ziqing looked at Su An’an with a sense of apology, her eyes gradually misting with shallow moisture.

Cloudy, making it hard to discern the truth within.

She looked sad, yet she didn’t seem to be.

The smile in Su An’an’s eyes vanished. Her eyelids started twitching. She felt a little panicky, intuiting that whatever Meng Ziqing said next wouldn’t be pleasant.

Sure enough, the next moment, Meng Ziqing walked forward and tightly grasped Su An’an’s hand right in front of all the guests and the cameraman. Her grip was so strong that Su An’an’s face briefly twisted.

“I know An’an, you like me, but feelings are not something you can force,” Meng Ziqing said dramatically, pressing down on Su An’an’s hand to keep her from moving.

“I thought four years of college would have made you understand, but I didn’t expect you to be so persistent,” she looked down.

Su An’an’s eyes widened, a look of seeing a ghost, “You little green t—” What are you spreading rumors about…

Before she could finish, Meng Ziqing hugged her tightly, “But! Feelings really can’t be forced, An’an. Let me go. You will meet a better person!”

“I am not worth you waiting for so long.”

Su An’an, who was about to be suffocated, pushed her. Damn it, what rumors are you spreading… I’m going to be strangled…

Su An’an: “Let…”

Meng Ziqing let go, pushing her away, placing both hands on her shoulders, “Let go, An’an, you’re a good person, but I don’t like you.”

Su An’an gasped for air, her mind shaken into a blur, her vision shaky.

Su An’an watched Meng Ziqing, who was sobbing, through her hazy vision, and a sudden blockage formed in her chest.

Meng Ziqing’s frail shoulders trembled slightly, and delicate tears hung on her long lashes.

She looked more like the victim than Su An’an, who was nearly strangled!

“I’m sorry, An’an, I don’t want to share a room with you,” Meng Ziqing said. “And there will never be a possibility for us.”

She slowly walked to Qin Yue, enduring the shocked stares of the various guests.

She took a deep breath, as if having made a huge decision, and took Qin Yue’s hand, her expression solemn—

—”Because the moment I first saw Sister Qin Yue, I fell in love with her at first sight.”

Having said that, she recklessly stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss Qin Yue’s cheek.

Qin Yue instinctively turned her head.

Their lips grazed past each other in an instant.

Immediately, Meng Ziqing’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes in surprise.