A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 39

Qin Yue lowered her gaze after responding, her heart still intensely dancing because of Meng Ziqing’s “wife.”

She didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that her face must be extremely red right now.

Blushing with shyness!

“Meng Ziqing is too much of a rule-breaker,” Qin Yue inwardly cursed again, her tone exasperated yet carrying a hint of coyness.

“Wife, what did you say? I didn’t hear clearly.”

Meng Ziqing moved closer, twisting her waist to nudge Su An’an aside. She tilted her head, smiling as she looked at Qin Yue’s flushed ears, her eyes subtly darkening, feeling a little restless.

What to do? Qin Yue is truly super adorable.

Her earlobes are red, like little pink pearls, making her want to pinch them.

“Wife…” Meng Ziqing called out again close to Qin Yue’s ear. The tingling sensation made Qin Yue gasp, and she angrily looked up and glared at Meng Ziqing.

This naughty child is going to call her endlessly, isn’t she?

Meng Ziqing looked at her innocently, completely unaware of how she had angered her “wife.”

Su An’an, who was almost squeezed out of the camera’s view by Meng Ziqing, rolled her eyes speechlessly: …That petty, dead green tea finally couldn’t hold back, huh?

The atmosphere wasn’t as quiet now as it had been before. Qin Yue’s assent was quiet just now; they could only see her nodding in acknowledgment.

But to say Meng Ziqing genuinely hadn’t heard Qin Yue’s agreement?

Su An’an wouldn’t believe it even if she were a ghost.

Meng Ziqing was just wagging her old fox’s tail, deliberately teasing her!

“Wife, have I ever told a lie?” Seeing Qin Yue not answering, Meng Ziqing asked again in a clear, bright voice. Her lips held a slight smile, her pure black, bright eyes seemed to hold stars, carrying a sense of sweet obedience. Her questioning voice sounded like she was acting spoiled, and it was a double entendre.

If Qin Yue agreed, it would prove that her statement about never lying was true, and that Qin Yue being her wife was also true.

However, Qin Yue likes her, so it’s not surprising that she’s, her wife.

Meng Ziqing’s eyes curved, her inner abacus clacking loudly.

“Yes, yes, yes, you never lie.” Qin Yue, worn down by the repeated calls of “Wife,” wanted to turn and run away. She closed her eyes and agreed.

As for whether Qin Yue agreed that she was Meng Ziqing’s wife or that Meng Ziqing never told a lie, that was unknown.

But perhaps, she agreed to both.

In any case, Qin Yue had assented to being Meng Ziqing’s wife.

“See, I told you.” Seeing Qin Yue agree, Meng Ziqing turned her head like a victorious kitten, lifting her chin proudly towards Zhang Ke. “Sister, I never lie.”

The cool and dashing girl with a high ponytail stood in front of the cool and elegant yujie (mature woman), looking very spirited as she proudly lifted her head, yet her hand was gripping the elegant yujie’s fingers, sounding completely childish.

“Cough, cough—” Zhang Ke covered her chest and coughed, feeling like she had just consumed a billion tons of dog food, so sweet it was choking her. She didn’t dwell on the deeper meaning of Meng Ziqing’s words, her hand trembling as she poured a glass of water to wash down the sweetness, and said desperately, “Qingqing Jie, whatever you say is right.”

So please let them, the single dogs, go.

The dog food was both sweet and voluminous; they, these girls with small appetites, truly couldn’t eat anymore.

Zhang Ke and Su An’an inwardly cried out that it was too much.

Zhou Feng and Jian Weilin exchanged a look, shaking their heads helplessly, feeling somewhat useless.

These young girls are being direct, yet they were still holding back, or even stepping back.

Jian Weilin looked at Su An’an, who was choked by the dog food, and a hint of softness flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

It could be said that aside from Wen Siliang himself feeling a chill down his spine, the rest of the guests, including Zhang Ke, couldn’t stomach the dog food anymore. Even the live chat was proclaiming they couldn’t take it.

Save me, the sweetness level was already maxed out this morning! Oxygen tank, oxygen tank! I’m going to faint from the sweetness.

Meng Fairy, this little green tea, is seriously too good at this! You’re killing me with sweetness!

Wuwuwu, our Meng Fairy never lies, so the Cool and Elegant Sister is her wife!

Why is Meng Fairy so skillful? Ahhh, I can’t take it. I need Meng Fairy to call me “Wife” to get up.

Besides the sugar-shipping, there was also a small fraction of comments that were intriguing.

Meng Fairy said she never lies, so is it possible Wen Siliang really has a wife?

Meng Ziqing’s family seems quite wealthy, and Qin Yue is an executive at RY. Even without entering the entertainment industry, they are connected to it. Could they really know something?

Are the people upstairs sick? Is my brother being clean and self-disciplined wrong? Don’t believe everything you hear, okay? This is clearly Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue flirting; what does it have to do with my brother?!

Tsk, rumors are always spread by people who don’t want others to succeed.

Meng Ziqing glanced at the barrage of comments in the live chat, her eyes curving with a good mood.

She cheerfully bent down and brought up a food tray. Placing the sweet tea and tsampa—a traditional Tibetan staple—that Wen Siliang had just recommended to Zhang Ke onto the tray, she said leisurely, “I want to try these two breakfasts that Siliang just recommended. We’re going to eat now; you all take your time choosing.”

“Mhm, okay…” Wen Siliang had no other appropriate expression besides smiling at this moment. He gave Meng Ziqing a subtle, wary glare, but his words were excessively sweet, “Qingqing, you should quickly try these two. I truly recommend them.”

He now knew for certain that Meng Ziqing knew about his secret marriage. He had kept the marriage completely under wraps, and had even paid off several news agencies that had managed to take photos with hefty hush money.

It could be said that almost no one knew he was married, except for a few trusted friends in the industry.

But how Meng Ziqing knew was no longer important. The important thing was how to appease her.

Wen Siliang had transitioned from an idol to an actor. When he got married, he was an idol in desperate need of resources for his transition. Even years later, his girlfriend fans still made up a significant portion of his fanbase.

If the marriage were exposed, his already lukewarm entertainment career would be completely ruined!

He absolutely cannot let Meng Ziqing continue like this. Wen Siliang gritted his teeth inwardly. He needed to stabilize Meng Ziqing first, and then slowly find some leverage against her.

It was only truly safe when both parties held leverage over the other.

Thinking this, Wen Siliang’s expression became even gentler.

“These are all breakfasts with Tibetan characteristics. Since we’ve finally come here, we must try them,” Wen Siliang said, then sighed, “I’m constantly filming outside, but I always cycle between Hengdian and the Imperial Capital. I never get a chance to slowly experience life. I must cherish this opportunity now.”

This statement had two implicit meanings: one was to tell people that he loves his work and doesn’t have time for romance, and the other was a show of weakness to Meng Ziqing, asking her to spare him this time since he was also troubled by the need for resources.

“Of course. Money is something you can never finish earning. Your own happiness is the most important thing,” Meng Ziqing replied while serving herself at the buffet. Her tone then shifted, carrying a teasing hint that made cold sweat break out on Wen Siliang’s back. “So, next time, remember to remind your wife to bring you stomach medicine.”

Wen Siliang forced a smile, “Hehe… I will…”

“Aiya, Qingqing Jie—” Zhang Ke’s face flushed with shyness at Meng Ziqing’s teasing tone. She thought Meng Ziqing was talking about her, so she gave her a playful, annoyed look.

“Mmm-hmm…” Meng Ziqing shrugged innocently. Holding her food tray, she quickly walked to Qin Yue, looped her arm around her shoulder, and whined affectionately.

“Wife, have you chosen? Let’s go eat together.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Mhm, I’ve chosen.” Qin Yue replied faintly, but her fair, slender hand smoothed the back of Meng Ziqing’s neck. “Let’s go, let’s eat in the room.”

The back of the neck is a person’s most vulnerable spot. Meng Ziqing instinctively felt danger, and goosebumps rose on her arm due to the slight coolness on her neck. She weakly asked, “Why eat in the room? Can’t we eat here in the restaurant?”

“I prefer a quiet dining environment.” Qin Yue glanced at the self-service restaurant, which was filling up with more and more people, and her cool, elegant eyes lowered slightly.

“Did you even forget this small preference of mine, wife?” Qin Yue asked softly.

The cool, elegant female voice was soft, carrying a hint of uncertain confusion, and Meng Ziqing was instantly thrilled to her core by the single word “Wife.”

Meng Ziqing swallowed with difficulty, looking uncertainly at Qin Yue’s tray, which only held a cup of coffee.

Sister, what are you going to eat back in the room?