A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 47

“My wife is super pretty, how about yours?”

While Wen Siliang was still hesitating, Meng Ziqing asked again.

She was eating now, having changed out of the soiled clothes that had been sent to the washing machine. Her current outfit and Qin Yue’s current one had a slight couple outfit vibe.

One light and one dark, they looked inexplicably well-matched.

Qin Yue’s attire was mostly light-colored: a white long camisole paired with a loose blue denim jacket, a long, distinctly Tibetan pendant around her neck, and a turquoise ring on her slender finger. This light-colored ensemble neutralized her innate cold and distant aura, yet simultaneously lent her an air of mystery and ambiguity.

As for Meng Ziqing, she was dressed in a black halter-neck camisole paired with a purple leather jacket. For convenience, one sleeve of the jacket was rolled up to her elbow, revealing a section of fair skin and a turquoise bracelet on her wrist. Black denim jeans hugged her shapely, long, straight legs, and mid-calf combat boots showcased her graceful silhouette entirely.

Although this outfit didn’t reveal much skin, it made her look very stylish and gave her a sharp edge.

Just like now, even though it was just a casual question, it carried an invisible pressure that made Wen Siliang’s heart beat faster and his breathing slow down subconsciously.

Wen Siliang was speechless. “I…”

“And… yours?” Qin Yue chimed in, not explicitly saying “Wen Siliang’s wife,” but the omission clearly implied those words.

Because, according to the profile the police department manager had given Qin Yue earlier, she really couldn’t be sure if Wen Siliang currently had a wife.

She might even be his ex-wife by now.

“Hey, Sister Qingqing, Sister Qin Yue!” Zhang Ke, seeing her crush being teased by the two older sisters, called out with a red face.

Qin Yue and Meng Ziqing exchanged glances, then innocently turned to look at Zhang Ke in sync: “Huh?”

Zhang Ke’s face flushed even deeper this time, annoyed by the couple until she stomped her foot.

Meng Ziqing raised her hand to cover her lips, finding it genuinely amusing. She smiled brightly again and asked Wen Siliang, “Siliang, do you actually have a pretty wife? It’s not very gracious of you to keep blushing and not answering.”

Hahaha, Meng Fairy is hilarious. I have a pretty wife, do you?

Wen Siliang: I do! Of course, I do!

I really love these unscripted variety shows; the moments of affection we’re seeing are real!

Meng Fairy and the Cold Sister are so sweet, so sweet! And the gradual getting-to-know-you affection between Sister Zhang Ke and Wen Siliang is also very sweet!

Meng Fairy and the Cold Sister for the win! The perfect examples of leading the way in shipping! Hhh…

The audience in the live stream, unaware of the truth, only thought Meng Ziqing was showing off her wife and promoting a ship, with comments flowing like water, filled with laughter.

Cold sweat broke out on Wen Siliang’s back. He looked awkwardly at Meng Ziqing’s sweet smile, unsure of what to say.

Meng Ziqing undoubtedly wanted to mess with him. The best way to deal with this in front of the live stream was to play along with her current vague meaning.

But if he agreed now, it was highly likely to become evidence she could use against him later!

However, if he didn’t play along, it would inevitably create an awkward situation, potentially harming his online reputation and unfairly giving him the label of someone who can’t take a joke, is just messing around with girls, and doesn’t want to be responsible.

“Meng Ziqing, this b*tch,” a flicker of suppressed anger crossed Wen Siliang’s eyes, but a smile that resembled shyness appeared on his lips.

“Of course, I…” He spoke slowly, watching Zhang Ke’s expression—disbelief mixed with undisguised shyness. He curved his eyes toward Zhang Ke with feigned affection.

“Have…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the fork in his hand fell with a “smack.”

Zhang Ke’s shyness vanished, and she cried out in alarm, “Brother Siliang!”

“Ah!”

Immediately after, Wen Siliang let out a painful groan, tumbling directly off the chair. He miserably clutched his stomach, looking distressed and in pain, as if an acute condition had recurred.

“My… stomach…” Wen Siliang painfully forced the words out. His lips were white, and his whole body trembled due to the sudden stomach pain.

“Brother Siliang has acute gastritis! Call 120 quickly!”

With Zhang Ke’s shout, the whole restaurant descended into chaos.

The production team, being wealthy, had booked most of the hotel, and now a good portion of the restaurant staff were program crew members. Faced with a guest’s emergency, they naturally rushed forward to help.

Oh my god, call 120 immediately! Wen Siliang, please be okay.

One moment we were shipping, the next he collapses. I’m terrified.

Why do I feel like Wen Siliang collapsed just in time? It was right at the moment of shipping. Does this show really not have a script?

Hey, you upstairs! Have some empathy, the person is nearly dying right now!

The live stream was also in an uproar.

Truly worthy of being an award-winning actor; it’s a pity he hasn’t won an Oscar for this acting.

Meng Ziqing watched the whole scene with cold eyes, impatiently rolling her eyes. Ignoring the commotion, she calmly took another bite of food, then took Qin Yue’s hand and left.

“Boring. Let’s go, Sis.”

Qin Yue glanced indifferently at Wen Siliang on the floor, who was writhing and groaning in pain, a hint of disdain flashing in her mind.

He didn’t even have the courage to admit something so simple. Annoying.

Qin Yue withdrew her gaze. “Let’s go…”

Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were like passersby who had nothing to do with the situation, walking away nonchalantly and conspicuously, contrasting sharply with the chaotic surroundings.

Meng Fairy and the Cold Sister just walked away without even a look??

What the heck? The show must be scripted!

The cameraman and the live stream staff exchanged glances, both bewildered, but they still rushed after them to continue recording the show.

And just as some viewers switched to Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue’s split-screen window, they heard a faint comment—

“Quite the performance…”

“As expected of an award-winning actor.”

Meng Ziqing’s subtle praise carried a strong sense of sarcasm.

Why do I get the feeling Meng Ziqing knows some inside information?

Be confident and remove the ‘get the feeling’! I truly feel Meng Ziqing knows something!

At this point, the viewers in the live stream who were initially angry at Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue for leaving suddenly didn’t know whether to continue being angry.

All because of Meng Ziqing’s words: “Quite the performance.”

In the restaurant, the chaos subsided after a short while. Wen Siliang’s stomach pain was brought under control before the ambulance arrived.

He was helped up and sat in a chair, slowly sipping warm water. His face was still pale, and the cold sweat that had broken out had soaked the hair at his temples, sticking to his face and making him look pathetic.

He was very considerate of others; the production team still had to continue filming in the afternoon. So, he firmly declined the staff’s request to accompany him to the hospital for a check-up.

Wen Siliang, pale-faced, tried hard to look not too bad, which was very heartwarming. “I’m fine, it’s just a minor issue. It might just be an altitude sickness or not acclimatizing to Tibet that caused it. It’s nothing major; recording the variety show is more important.”

“It’s all just minor ailments. It’s not worth delaying the recording because of me,” he insisted, visibly pushing through.

This display of resilience won the favor of most of the production staff and the viewers in the live stream who had been focused on Wen Siliang’s small window.

Being dedicated to his job, enduring stomach pain to complete the recording—he is a celebrity whose strengths and weaknesses are magnified infinitely. Therefore, this kind of on-camera resilience boosted his public appeal significantly.

It was estimated that in an hour or two, trending topics similar to—

Wen Siliang Stomach Pain

WenSiliang Insists On Filming

would appear simultaneously on Weibo.

Seeing Zhang Ke’s worried expression, Wen Siliang sighed, then smiled and patted her shoulder to comfort her. “Don’t be like this, Ke Ke. I truly am fine. Come on, let’s go get ready. We have to have fun this afternoon.”

“Mhm…”

Zhang Ke’s eyes were red. She looked at Wen Siliang with distress for a long time before nodding reluctantly.

She liked Wen Siliang. She had grown up watching his dramas and movies and had an inherent idealized view of him. Now that she was interacting with him in person, his thoughtful little details made her heart flutter.

Seeing Wen Siliang push through like this to continue filming, she genuinely felt sorry for him.

“Oh, right. I have some stomach medicine here. I’ll bring it to you later,” Zhang Ke said. She suddenly recalled Meng Ziqing’s teasing from the morning, and her tone carried a hint of shyness.

—Wen Siliang, didn’t your wife prepare any portable stomach medicine for you?

She did, Zhang Ke answered silently in her heart.

Seeing Zhang Ke’s girly demeanor, Wen Siliang’s eyes dimmed slightly, a fleeting shadow passing over them. He laughed heartily and said, “That’s great! I’m a scatterbrain and often forget to bring things. It’s nice to have Ke Ke help me remember this time.”

“Oh, it’s just a small favor… a small favor,” Zhang Ke pretended to say lightheartedly, but her voice still couldn’t hide her feelings. She sounded shy and added a follow-up that made it sound even more like she was covering up her true thoughts.

“Heh…” Zhang Ke’s reaction was very satisfying to Wen Siliang’s masculine ego. His wife was a spoiled princess with a bad temper who didn’t look after people. He had to coddle her to secure resources from her. Accustomed to being subordinate at home, he preferred pure and innocent types like Zhang Ke when outside.

Her innocence and admiration satisfied his desire to be worshipped, and she was easy to discard.

After all, between a celebrity and a civilian, it would always be the civilian’s fault if something went wrong.

Even if it wasn’t, even if she tried to make trouble, his fans would put her in her place.

Wen Siliang concealed the shadow in his eyes, lifted his eyelids, and smiled gently at Zhang Ke. However, perhaps because he had been thinking, his smile now seemed slightly fake.

It was very subtle, but it was like the smile of a paper doll, plastered on the surface and not reaching his heart.

“Hey, where are Sister Qingqing and Sister Qin Yue?” Zhang Ke was momentarily captivated by Wen Siliang’s smile, her heart pounding. She suddenly realized that in the midst of all the chaos, she hadn’t seen Meng Ziqing or Qin Yue.

She looked around but still didn’t see them.

“They probably left,” Wen Siliang said helplessly, lowering his eyelashes, looking a bit disappointed. “Qingqing doesn’t seem to like me very much, even though we were chatting so well before.”

Zhang Ke pursed her lips. When she learned from the staff that Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue had left right when Wen Siliang fell ill, her heart sank.

They left without a care while Wen Siliang was having an episode?!

Just as Brother Siliang said, he and Meng Ziqing were talking well before. Yet, when he fell ill, they just finished their meal and went upstairs to pack, not even staying to help. Even if they couldn’t help much, they should have at least waited until he was fine before leaving, right?

Are people really that cold-hearted?

And she had liked them so much, enduring her feelings while Meng Ziqing and Wen Siliang were getting along, and not letting it make her dislike Meng Ziqing.

Zhang Ke suddenly felt a little choked up. She was still a student who hadn’t experienced the harsh realities of society. She was too naïve to consider why Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue’s attitude toward Wen Siliang had changed so drastically.

All she could think now was that Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were heartless. They were fellow guests who had known each other for a while, yet they didn’t stay to help or check on him. They had no heart at all.

Her sympathy for Wen Siliang increased even more.

Zhang Ke stepped forward and took Wen Siliang’s sleeve. “Let’s go, Brother Siliang. We have activities this afternoon. Let’s go up and get ready first.”

“Okay…” Wen Siliang nodded like a vulnerable flower, but his gaze unintentionally drifted down to Zhang Ke’s fair neck.

He was tall, and from this overhead angle, he could see the fair skin below her neck, partially covered by her clothing. Whiteness filled his vision, and a look of lust crossed his eyes.

It had been two months; it was time for him to “have a taste.”

And… Meng Ziqing knew he was married and didn’t like him, so she wanted to mess with him. He could use Zhang Ke to counter-attack them.

Women guard against men, but rarely against women and children.

Because they are emotional beings, they have a natural maternal instinct that makes them pity those who are weaker than themselves, whether female or even male infants.

Because of their emotions, they are vulnerable. Wen Siliang thought sarcastically in his heart.

After returning to their room, Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue began preparing things they might need for the upcoming dating mission outdoors.

They had a cameraman following them now. Except for a few strange comments at the beginning, Meng Ziqing had been acting normally along the way.

She chatted normally with Qin Yue, guessing where they would be going.

Right now, she was putting small items like sunscreen, tissues, and lipstick one by one into her bag.

For going out, it’s best to keep things light. After packing the necessary small items, Meng Ziqing thought for a moment and decided to put in 1,000 yuan in cash.

They wouldn’t bring food or drinks; there would definitely be places to buy them, but they needed enough money for contingencies.

What else did she need to bring? Meng Ziqing furrowed her delicate brows. She felt like she still needed to bring something, yet she couldn’t think of anything.

She had a slight case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Just like checking multiple times if the door was locked every time she left, or when kissing Qin Yue at night, she would wonder if she had kissed a certain spot, and then she would kiss it again…

Was there anything else to bring? Meng Ziqing rummaged through her bag, double-checking the items she had prepared.

Qin Yue leaned against the sofa nearby, watching Meng Ziqing pack her things with her arms crossed. Seeing the stylish and “spicy” Meng Ziqing act like a little housewife checking her belongings, her hair, tied high, spread across her waist with her movements, some strands pooling around her neck. Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were currently lowered.

Because of the pursing of her lips, there was a little soft flesh on her fair cheeks, making her look like a cute, feisty little steamed bun.

She looked very pokeable.

The cameraman was currently standing by the door, adjusting the camera distance, not getting close enough to pressure them. Qin Yue glanced his way and decided to follow her heart.

She slightly straightened her posture and gently leaned toward Meng Ziqing. Her heart sped up, and a subtle sense of excitement rose within her. Someone was filming nearby, and she was flirting with Meng Ziqing in front of the camera.

Qin Yue suddenly felt nervous for some reason. She raised her hand, intending to poke Meng Ziqing’s cheek when she wasn’t paying attention.

However, just as she was about to poke Meng Ziqing’s cheek, Meng Ziqing, who hadn’t seemed to notice a moment ago, suddenly turned her head…

Qin Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly. She felt her fingertip brush past something cool and soft, and then it was drawn into a moist, warm vortex, hooked by a soft, resilient tongue. A light sting from a bite of a bunny tooth created a much more intense, tingling sensation.

“Meng Ziqing, let go.” This familiar tingling sensation made Qin Yue’s waist involuntarily soften.

The scene from the morning, when Meng Ziqing had pulled her into the bathroom, flashed across Qin Yue’s mind. The scenes appeared before her eyes like a certain kind of short film. Her ears instantly turned red, and she dared not move her finger, afraid that Meng Ziqing would make strange sounds in front of the camera. She could only whisper for Meng Ziqing to let go.

If she still hadn’t realized that Meng Ziqing was playing a trick on her and setting her up, she would be truly foolish!

“Hmm?”

“Sister?” Meng Ziqing mumbled, blinking her eyes, innocent and pure, as if she didn’t know what she was doing at all.

“Was I not good enough in the bathroom just now? Is that why Sis is already thinking about it after such a short time?”

After Meng Ziqing finished mumbling, she sucked again, her tongue rubbing and tracing the lines on Qin Yue’s fingertip, concealing the intimacy in her mouth.

“Hey!” Qin Yue was mortified. She kept glancing at the cameraman at the door in the distance, then quickly looking away, an involuntary action, like a student trying to cheat on an exam, constantly watching the teacher’s movements, terrified of being caught.

Given their current positions, the cameraman’s lens and the live stream could only see them nestled together on the sofa, talking in hushed tones. Qin Yue’s body blocked Meng Ziqing, so only a partial view of Meng Ziqing was visible, but their specific actions couldn’t be seen.

But even so, Qin Yue was more panicked, because if Meng Ziqing made any slight movement, others would discover that Meng Ziqing was…

She was sucking on her finger.

The tingling sensation on her fingertip and the feeling of the dark, needle-like lens behind her made Qin Yue flush with shame. The numbness spread up her spine, causing her toes to involuntarily curl up.

“Stop messing around, baby,” Qin Yue whispered near Meng Ziqing’s ear, her voice warm and somewhat hoarse. “I don’t want to flirt publicly and have it posted in a public place.”

Meng Ziqing raised an eyebrow, gave her a meaningful look, bit her gently, and then let go.

Qin Yue snatched her hand back as if she had received an electric shock. Her cool eyes lowered, and she warned her with little deterrent effect, “Don’t do that again next time.”

She pouted. “You’re being contradictory, Sis.”

You clearly liked it and found it very stimulating.

Qin Yue glanced at her coldly. Before she could say anything, the cameraman walked toward them, and at the same time, a phone rang—a call from the production team, signaled by the show’s custom ringtone.

Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue looked at each other. Meng Ziqing answered the call, “Hello…”

A vibrant, youthful female voice came from the other end of the line. “Hello, dear guests of ‘Ninety Days of Love.’ This week’s dating mission will be communicated via phone call:

It is said that traveling is the best way to witness a person’s character and attention to detail. Although the production team has ample resources, we still need to be responsible for the future of our guests in this dating game. Arranging everything perfectly for the guests might not be a good thing.

Therefore, this week’s dating mission is to go out now and team up with the show’s guests you meet to go play!

Given that the gender ratio of the show is currently unequal, to ensure no guest is tragically left alone, please team up in groups of three or four.

Alright, that’s this week’s dating mission. As couples, it is essential to plan the future together. It might be too early and too difficult to ask each guest to plan their whole future now, so let’s start with planning two and a half days…

Finally, the ‘Ninety Days of Love’ production team wishes all guests a happy time on this free-spirited trip!”

After the staff member on the other end finished speaking, they promptly hung up.

Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were left staring at each other, slightly bewildered after hearing the mission.

What was going on? Just a short while ago, they were saying they would arrange for the guests to go out. Now, why had it changed to letting the guests team up and plan their own trip?

What is this? This sudden high level of freedom is hard to adjust to.

This is what real travel is like. My partner and I always plan thoroughly before a trip to make sure we have a perfect time.

Indeed, travel arranged by the production team is just sightseeing, not really traveling.

The audience in the live stream discussed animatedly. When they processed the information, they largely approved of the production team’s decision.

“Actually, the director got drunk with friends last night,” the cameraman gossiped quietly to Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue. “She’s hungover today, couldn’t get up for a long time, and finally just went on strike.”

Meng Ziqing, Qin Yue: “…”

The live stream audience who heard the cameraman gossip: “…”

A director who was so hungover she went on strike—it was the first time they had encountered one.

Truly… amazing…

In any case, after packing their bags, Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue still went downstairs according to this week’s dating mission to see who they could meet to form a group with.

As soon as they got downstairs, they saw Su An’an, Jian Weilin, and Zhou Feng already chatting and planning where to go for the next few days.

It was clear that those who came down first had already formed a group.

When Zhang Ke and Wen Siliang came down, Zhang Ke’s expression visibly changed when she saw that Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue were in their group. She seemed a little reluctant. She hadn’t forgotten everything. But she still awkwardly greeted the two as “Sis,” and then didn’t want to talk to them anymore.

She held a grudge in her heart.

Meng Ziqing didn’t pay any attention to this. She continued to discuss their plans for the next two days in a very superficial way with Wen Siliang, asking where they should go, her cheerful demeanor unchanged from before.

It was as if the incident an hour ago, where Wen Siliang collapsed from stomach pain and Meng Ziqing walked away without a second glance, had never happened.

The artificiality of it made Zhang Ke feel sick.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like neither Wen Siliang nor Meng Ziqing are good people.

I’m disgusted! It was just like that, and Brother, how can you still chat with her?!

Most of the live stream audience also felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Ke turned her head away, feeling deeply upset. In this moment, she disliked Meng Ziqing and even resented Wen Siliang a little.

Why is he still laughing and talking with her? She left when you were in pain!

Young people’s likes and dislikes are very distinct. Zhang Ke now just felt that their pretense and artificiality were nauseating.

Wen Siliang probably didn’t even realize that his personal image filter in Zhang Ke’s eyes had cracked in this subtle way.

After some discussion, the group of four decided to first take a car to visit the Potala Palace. The next day, they would head south to Nyingchi, spend two nights out of the five days and four nights in Tibet there, and then return to Lhasa on the fifth day to board their flight home.

After planning, they set off at 1:30 PM.

It was the hottest time of the day. The production team, being responsible and humanitarian, provided vehicles so they didn’t have to take a taxi or squeeze onto a bus.

Their hotel was not far from the Potala Palace, about a half-hour drive.

They had arrived in Tibet yesterday when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Only now, from the car, did Meng Ziqing and the others truly appreciate the unique landscape of Tibet.

The sky was azure, and the white clouds were faint. Perhaps because of the high altitude, the sky no longer seemed out of reach. Instead, it was like a lazily unfurling painting stretched out right above their heads.

Soothing Tibetan folk songs in the car carried a powerful, expansive, and resonant feeling. Golden sunlight jumped through the car windows. Outside the window were Tibetan cultural elements everywhere. As the vehicles drove through the streets, the scenes blurred into a phantasmagoria. One moment, a girl posing for a Tibetan-style photoshoot might catch their eye, and the very next moment, a pilgrim with blackened hands prostrating themselves might appear…

Monks carrying prayer beads were a common sight, as were tourists carrying oxygen tanks while strolling. In this city hailed as a pilgrimage paradise, divinity and humanity achieved a subtle balance.

Gradually, the ancient red and white structure appeared before their eyes, majestic and mysterious. A palace built on faith, with distant mountains and the blue sky behind it.

“We’ve arrived…” Meng Ziqing said softly. Just before getting out of the car, she seemed to remember something, and with a playful smile, she turned and reminded them, “Everyone, remember to bring your portable oxygen tanks, lest your bodies can’t handle it and you end up with stomach issues, needing a trip to the hospital.”

“That would make your wife worried.”

Her words were entirely aimed at Wen Siliang, subtly referencing his stomach episode at noon.

Zhang Ke already held a grudge because Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue had left right away at noon. Now, Meng Ziqing was still blaming Wen Siliang for having a stomach problem. Anger immediately rushed to her head, and she shouted sharply, “Meng Ziqing, aren’t you being a bit too much?”

“What are you always talking nonsense about?!”

“If you hate us, switch groups with Sister An’an and the others. Stop playing with us, constantly being sarcastic and talking nonsense. Isn’t that disgusting?!” She was furious.

“?” Seeing Zhang Ke like this, Meng Ziqing wasn’t angry. Instead, she blinked innocently, looking meek, yet righteously said, “I’m not talking nonsense. I’m telling the truth.”

Meng Ziqing pointed at him under Wen Siliang’s horrified gaze. “I’m not lying to you. Wen Siliang really has a wife.”

“And it’s been several years, at least,” Meng Ziqing added, dropping a huge bombshell in front of Zhang Ke and the live stream audience!

They were completely stunned. Zhang Ke’s eyes widened, the words in her throat were blocked, and her mind went blank, unsure of what to say.

The cameraman’s hand holding the lens trembled slightly. After collecting himself, he took a deep breath, wondering if the variety show could even continue.

And in the live stream… the barrage of comments froze for half a minute.

Immediately following—

OMG, HUGE GOSSIP!!

Wen Siliang is married and on a dating show!!