A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 38

Meng Ziqing’s words were almost arrogant, but the fact was exactly as she said.

Qin Yue’s plan was completely disrupted and messed up by her sudden departure.

In the hotel lobby, Meng Ziqing’s receding figure hadn’t yet disappeared. Qin Yue stared at her with obscured eyes, her fingers lightly tapping the adjacent bar counter. Her thoughts took over her mind, and she didn’t even notice what Su An’an beside her was saying.

“President Qin?” Su An’an called out tentatively, slightly tightening her grip on the water glass in her hand. “Why don’t you go after her? I’m fine here.”

Meng Ziqing’s maneuvering had improved even more after a month’s absence. Su An’an secretly cursed her in frustration.

Meng Ziqing’s departure frustrated not only Qin Yue but also Su An’an.

She had expected that, given Meng Ziqing’s ‘little green tea’ personality, seeing her and Qin Yue so close would definitely prompt her to come over and have a confrontation. That way, once she cited the contract discussion as a reason, even if she didn’t win against the ‘little green tea,’ she wouldn’t lose too badly.

And she might still have a chance to discuss a deal with Qin Yue later.

However, Meng Ziqing unexpectedly pulled the rug out from under her, turning around and leaving!

Qin Yue would definitely go looking for her, and in the future, Qin Yue would keep her distance from Su An’an to avoid suspicion.

That damned green tea!

Su An’an was unaware of what had transpired between Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing the previous night and could only grind her teeth internally.

Qin Yue only came back to her senses after a long while, uttering a faint “Hmm.” She didn’t hurry to leave but instead told Su An’an, “I was a little distracted just now. Could you please say what you just said again?”

“Um, I… I certainly can.” Su An’an had already prepared words to politely excuse Qin Yue when she left, but she didn’t expect Qin Yue to stay and intend to listen to her finish.

She glanced at Qin Yue in surprise and quickly seized the opportunity.

“I think it would be better to focus on the details of this deal…”

On the other side.

The CP system was full of confusion. “She doesn’t want to deal with you, and yet you just left? You said she’ll come to find you, but on what grounds will she?”

“Because she likes me.”

Meng Ziqing answered shamelessly, casually glancing over at Zhang Ke and Wen Siliang in the restaurant. Her tone was light. “Because I am Qin Yue’s beloved. She likes me, and she wants to argue with me right now, so she will definitely come and find me.”

“Last night, Qin Yue lost our argument. Today, she wants to regain the upper hand, but I won’t let her have her way.”

CP System: “…”

Meng Ziqing shrugged, crunching the lollipop with her molars, her speech slightly muffled by the candy. “I won’t be that childish, arguing with her in front of Su An’an like a primary school student.”

CP System: “…”

“She’s the one who likes me, she’s the one who loves me. I merely like her, so I am the winner.” Meng Ziqing said, but her eyes subconsciously glanced toward Qin Yue and Su An’an. Seeing Qin Yue trying to concentrate on listening to Su An’an yet still unable to help but get distracted and turn her gaze over, a smug smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She met Qin Yue’s eyes and raised an eyebrow in a gesture of provocation.

CP System: “…”

The CP system didn’t know what to say. It searched its entire vocabulary but had nothing to say to Meng Ziqing.

And you call this not childish?

Go look in a mirror and see yourself now. How is this smugness any different from a primary school student deliberately pulling the pigtail of a girl they like just to get her attention?

The CP system was speechless. Its little light-orb body took a deep breath. “Host, are you really that certain Qin Yue will come to find you in a moment?”

The favored one is always fearless. Meng Ziqing seemed too convinced.

“She will…” Meng Ziqing leisurely poured herself a glass of water, chatting with the system while greeting Zhang Ke and the others in the hotel restaurant. “Qin Yue will definitely come to find me.”

“But if you treat Qin Yue this way, are you really not afraid that she’ll stop liking you?” the CP system pursued the question.

As it spoke, it grew a little timid. “If you keep acting up like this, Qin Yue will stop liking you.”

Meng Ziqing paused, her eyes glancing at the CP system, her gaze dark and cold, instantly startling the already timid CP system into puffing up.

The CP system realized it had said the wrong thing. “Host…”

Meng Ziqing said flatly, “She won’t…”

“Qin Yue loves me, very, very much, so she will always like me,” Meng Ziqing corrected.

She made a gesture with her hand indicating a tiny scale, but her voice was strangely ethereal. “I only need to love her… a little bit…”

“Yes, that’s right.” Meng Ziqing nodded to herself, seemingly very much in agreement with her own words, which made her look somewhat odd in the hotel lobby.

“I’ll only love her a little bit, no more.”

When Meng Ziqing arrived at the restaurant, Zhang Ke and Wen Siliang were picking out food. Zhang Ke held a plate, looking hesitant.

The hotel restaurant was buffet-style, offering many local Tibetan specialties, along with various types of Chinese and Western breakfasts. Zhang Ke was a bit overwhelmed by the variety.

“Their sweet tea is good, you should try it,” Wen Siliang said softly beside Zhang Ke. “I stayed at this hotel when I filmed in Tibet a few years ago. Their sweet tea is excellent.”

The distance between them was already less than the safe distance for non-intimate individuals. Their shoulders touched, so close that Zhang Ke could feel his warmth.

“Mm, okay.” Zhang Ke’s face was slightly flushed, and she nodded stiffly. Listening to the intense thump-thump of her heart, her hand trembled as she placed the sweet tea onto her plate.

Wen Siliang smiled faintly, looking down at Zhang Ke’s eyes, which gradually darkened. A hint of impatience with the slow progress flashed in his eyes.

Women are like this; you always have to go through many steps to get them.

It’s also part of the fun of hunting, Wen Siliang thought.

Wen Siliang composed the look in his eyes, casually picked up a plate of food, and seemingly unintentionally closed the distance between them again. “Try this; this is good, too.”

Zhang Ke was truly blushing now. She stammered, “Thank you…”

Wen Siliang was secretly married and had no scandals during his many years in the entertainment industry. Recently, he had regained popularity with his gentle and dedicated ’90 Days of Love’ persona. The audience was highly receptive to his image as a good man dedicated only to Zhang Ke, and this behavior of his now made the live stream viewers ship them even more intensely.

Ahhh, so cute! Gentle Older Man VS Scholar Loli!

So sweet, so sweet. Wen Siliang really likes Ke Ke. He’s straightforward and proactive. He liked Ke Ke from the start and hasn’t changed. Truly dedicated.

Wait, I remember Wen Siliang has a non-celebrity wife, which is why he hasn’t had any scandals all these years.

The one upstairs, stop spreading rumors! My gege has always been single! No scandals means gege keeps himself clean and doesn’t stir up hype!

Right! I’m melting

But before two minutes passed in the live stream, and before Zhang Ke could take the food…

The next second, a pair of fair, jade-like hands took the food plate from Wen Siliang instead of Zhang Ke.

“What’s good? Let me see.”

Meng Ziqing smiled lightly as she looked at the food on the plate, but her foot was decidedly “careless.” Her heel stepped on the toe of Wen Siliang’s shoe, and she didn’t hesitate to grind it a little.

When traveling outside, it’s impossible to have cameras everywhere.

There was only a cameraman holding a video camera, plus a staff member nearby holding a phone for the live broadcast.

The staff member doing the live broadcast with a phone only filmed the upper body, so Meng Ziqing was able to stomp hard with impunity, ensuring the stomp was steady, accurate, and fierce.

“Hiss—” Wen Siliang, caught off guard by the stomp, instantly gasped, revealing a pained expression. His normally gentle face became contorted.

Whoa, what happened? You scared me.

He was fine just a moment ago. Why the sudden grimace?

Although my Meng Fairy coming over kinda ruined the atmosphere, you shouldn’t grimace like you want to bite her, should you? Whispering

The live stream audience was startled by Wen Siliang’s sudden change of expression.

The cameraman and the staff member with the phone looked at each other, hesitation flashing in their eyes.

Ultimately, they said nothing and continued the live broadcast and recording.

“Brother Siliang, what’s wrong?!” Zhang Ke hadn’t even had time to get angry at Meng Ziqing for ruining the atmosphere with her idol when she saw Wen Siliang grimacing, and she quickly put down her plate and asked worriedly.

She hadn’t seen Meng Ziqing step on him at all, after all, who looks at their feet while enjoying a buffet instead of the food?

Seeing Wen Siliang suddenly in such great pain, a thought flashed through Zhang Ke’s mind, and she asked, “Do you have a toothache?”

“Pfft…” Meng Ziqing couldn’t help but laugh. She looked at Zhang Ke with amusement, momentarily curious about how Zhang Ke’s little brain worked.

“Sister Qingqing, don’t laugh.” Zhang Ke angrily hit Meng Ziqing, glaring at her with a hint of resentment. Brother Siliang was in such pain, and she was still laughing?

Meng Ziqing blinked innocently.

“I have specialized toothache medicine. Do you want some?” Zhang Ke turned and asked him, her expression so sympathetic that it seemed as if she would rush upstairs and back with the medicine at lightning speed if Wen Siliang just said yes.

“I think Siliang should be fine; it’s not severe enough to go upstairs for medicine…” Meng Ziqing suddenly interjected. She scrutinized Wen Siliang, met his eyes, and asked, “Siliang, does your tooth still hurt?”

Meng Ziqing’s eyes were full of jest and playfulness. The moment Wen Siliang met her gaze, his heart sank.

He knew Meng Ziqing was deliberately making things difficult. She must have found out something.

Wen Siliang quickly recalled Gu Yang’s request a month ago for him to befriend Meng Ziqing, and a chill ran down his spine.

He no longer regarded Meng Ziqing as a naive young miss who had achieved nothing. He didn’t believe for a second that Meng Ziqing, Miss Meng, didn’t have a hand in the collapse of the Gu Group within a month.

This woman was clearly a wild wolf.

“I’m fine, it’s not a toothache.”

Wen Siliang was an established actor, after all. His painful expression softened after only a few seconds. He endured the throbbing pain in his toes and the inability to move, his expression gentle. “I often had irregular mealtimes when filming all year round, and my stomach isn’t great. Even though I’ve been careful in recent years, it still occasionally spasms.”

“Don’t worry, it’s only occasionally. It hurts for a moment and then stops,” Wen Siliang said very gently, addressing “you”, but his gaze was fixed on Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke finally breathed a sigh of relief, a little sweetness welling up in her heart. “That’s good…”

“So that’s what it is… But, huh?” Meng Ziqing nodded as if suddenly realizing something. Immediately, she stared at Wen Siliang with confusion and dropped a huge bombshell:

“Then why doesn’t your wife prepare some stomach medicine for you to carry around?”

The moment she said this, the entire scene, including the live stream, fell silent.

F*ck!! What is Meng Fairy saying? I hear every single word clearly, so why does it combine into such huge gossip!

Ahhh, don’t believe the rumors, don’t spread the rumors!!

GOSSIP!!

“Why is it so quiet here?”

Su An’an and Qin Yue walked over after their discussion. Su An’an looked left and right, confused. “Why is it suddenly so… quiet?”

Zhang Ke was incoherent, her hands unsure of where to rest. “Ah… Nothing… We… Sister Qingqing…”

“Oh, we were just asking Siliang why his wife doesn’t prepare him any medicine for his stomach ache,” Meng Ziqing said, smiling, meeting Qin Yue’s eyes.

Qin Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

They were still in an argument and cold war. She wouldn’t help this naughty child.

“Huh?” Su An’an looked incredulously at Meng Ziqing, then at Wen Siliang, whose face was flushed and whose mouth was clamped shut, unable to utter a single word, as if sawed off. “Wife?”

“Yeah. I have vitamins my wife prepared for me. What is his wife doing? Not even a single pill of carry-on medicine.”

Meng Ziqing took out the small, exquisite vitamin case Qin Yue had prepared for her from her pocket, her beautiful, ethereal face filled with innocence.

As if that weren’t enough, she also shook the medicine case. The vitamins rattled inside, making a clink-clank sound that was particularly loud in the quiet space.

Qin Yue subconsciously frowned and looked up at her, her ears turning red, and her cheeks flushed with a beautiful pink.

Spineless. She was actually feeling a flutter in her heart because of Meng Ziqing’s one word: “wife”…

Meng Ziqing was clearly breaking the rules! Qin Yue cursed helplessly in her mind.

“It seems your wife isn’t as thoughtful as mine, huh,” Meng Ziqing said jestingly to Wen Siliang.

Meng Ziqing turned the gossip into a minor joke, but it was like a large stone had been thrown into the calm lake of everyone present, instantly stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

“Ha, yes.” Wen Siliang managed to peel a smile onto his face, his voice gentle, but sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. “I’ll definitely try harder in the future.”

“Oh, Sister Qingqing,” Zhang Ke said, her face flushed. She didn’t dwell on the possibility of Wen Siliang being married, only thinking Meng Ziqing was teasing them. She said shyly, “Don’t make jokes like that in the future; you might scare people.”

“Why would that be a joke? Your big sister never jokes,” Meng Ziqing said, smiling and shaking her head as she spoke to Zhang Ke.

Her eyes curved as she met Qin Yue’s gaze, as if seeking confirmation, and she winked playfully at Qin Yue. “Right, Wife?”

“Mm…” Qin Yue replied after a delayed half-second, nodding slightly, her voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.