A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 58

Qin Yue timed it perfectly.

Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue had just driven to the hotel and entered the room when Qin Yue’s phone rang.

It was the delivery for the takeout.

The two of them had spent the afternoon doing make-up recording sessions and had been out in the cold for another night.

Now, they were huddled together, watching TV and eating.

Just in time…

The television was playing a popular historical drama, reaching the segment where the main couple separated due to a misunderstanding, allowing the second male and second female leads to seize their opportunity.

It was melodramatic but engaging.

Meng Ziqing had little interest in the show, focusing entirely on eating while nestled in Qin Yue’s arms.

While eating, she turned on her previously off phone and idly scrolled through various apps.

Qin Yue, however, was quite interested in the TV, watching for a good while with gusto.

She watched for a bit, took a couple of bites, checked what Meng Ziqing was looking at, and then resumed watching TV.

In any case, this couple was quite busy even while eating a meal.

After dinner, the two exchanged a look and began to clean up the mess.

They didn’t explicitly decide who should do what; Meng Ziqing packed up the meal boxes and took them out, while Qin Yue wiped the table clean with paper towels.

Their cooperation was remarkably seamless.

It was as if they had lived together this way for a long time.

“I’ll go toss the trash downstairs, or else the hallway will smell tomorrow,” Meng Ziqing wrinkled her delicate nose, as if she could already smell the sour leftovers that would fill the hallway tomorrow.

Although the cleaners would collect these takeout boxes from the doorway the next day, Meng Ziqing was still unwilling to leave them there.

The production crew would be coming tomorrow, and if they saw trash outside her room, she would lose face!

Qin Yue nodded, “Go ahead…”

After Meng Ziqing left, in the brief moment Qin Yue was tossing the paper towels into the trash can, Meng Ziqing’s phone on the table began to ring.

The phone vibrated on the table, and the ringtone’s sound quality was excellent—

Release.

Don’t want to miss a moment, how I wish I could always be by your side.

Where the future leads, I don’t mind as long as you’re happy, I know you best, you love freedom, but I love you more…

It was strange to note that this was the first time Qin Yue had heard Meng Ziqing’s phone ringtone.

Since they had been together, she had never heard anyone call Meng Ziqing.

Perhaps there had been calls over the past two days, but her phone was always off. That’s why the production team had been calling Qin Yue to confirm their safety.

Yes, this was Qin Yue’s first time.

The first-time hearing Meng Ziqing’s phone ringtone.

Qin Yue froze in the middle of straightening up, halting like a malfunctioning machine. Her pupils dilated sharply, becoming so round they nearly filled her entire eye. It was a long moment of unfocused distraction—

The system, which had been slacking off nearby, was startled by the song.

“Oh sh*t, we’re done for!”

It hurriedly closed the chat log and immediately looked towards Qin Yue.

The singer’s voice was highly recognizable, gentle and nostalgic, laced with a hint of regret and liberation. It echoed in the slightly empty room, enveloping Qin Yue’s ears.

I can overcome the distance, love is always involuntary, I’d rather change the way we are, so at least I can still—

—Buzz—

“Ugh!”

Qin Yue uncontrollably collapsed onto the floor, clutching her ears in pain. She felt a sudden silence in the room, the noise from the TV drowned out by a surging tide, leaving only a ringing in her ears.

And the persistent singing.

The song, sharp as a knife, existed amidst the humming and trembling in her ears.

..Love you from afar..

“Qin Yue, pull yourself together, ahhh!”

The CP system flew towards Qin Yue, momentarily stammering over her name. It circled anxiously, disregarding the fact that she couldn’t hear a word it was saying.

You no longer exist in my world.

Please don’t leave my memories.

Half a minute, or perhaps only a minute, passed. The ringtone was still relentlessly sounding, but Qin Yue felt as if she had suffered an eternal execution in that one minute. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her bony hands gripping the carpet tightly, strained as if they would tear through it in the next second.

A faint smell of blood leaked from her fingertips, drifting, mixing, and dissipating in the air.

Qin Yue’s face was terrifyingly pale, her forehead slick with sweat. Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t utter a single sound. Yet, her eyes were strikingly bright—

The initial unfocused look gradually brightened, until she involuntarily let out a laugh.

It started as a suppressed, muffled laugh while kneeling on the floor, the joy of rediscovering what was lost, which then escalated into unrestrained, booming laughter. All because she had received an unexpected blessing.

The long-dormant soul within woke up, tearing through the cool and arrogant exterior, laughing until she coughed, her chest shaking with the effort.

But at some point, hot tears streamed from her eyes, the emotions within too complex, converging into an unspeakable bitterness.

“She chose me… She chose me…”

Qin Yue covered her face, muttering to herself.

The CP system watched her frantic actions from the side, moving up and down, deeply worried about her mental state.

“Ahhh, what should I do! Qin Yue has recovered her memory,” the CP system was anxious and at a loss.

Qin Yue stood up, soaked in sweat, staggering as if drunk, yet not appearing disheveled. Instead, it gave her an air of ruthless intensity.

A cool female voice, laced with ice, was exceptionally cold, “You should be nearby—”

“System…”

Hearing her name called, the system instantly bristled like a small animal.

If Meng Ziqing was a madwoman, Qin Yue was the one who had caused the most trouble in those three cycles.

Equally mad, no less!

It was genuinely afraid of her.

“Here…” the CP system whispered.

“Wait, that’s not right, she shouldn’t be able to hear me or see me right now!”

It immediately realized its mistake.

“Whether you’re here or not, I’ll only tell you once. I’ve recovered my memory. You don’t need to be afraid of me, after all, Meng Ziqing chose me as her mission target.”

“You should go home in a month.”

Qin Yue’s hand, gripping the bathroom doorknob, paused, “As for whether Meng Ziqing recovers her memory within this month, it won’t affect your mission. Don’t spread rumors to her.”

The CP system was on the verge of tears, knocking over the nearby phone charger as its answer, “Absolutely, absolutely.”

The charger, which was neatly placed on the bedside table, suddenly flipped over and fell to the floor, the two connectors forming a ‘Y’.

—It signified “yes.”

Qin Yue gave it a fleeting glance, then turned and opened the bathroom door.

Creeeak—

“I’m back.”

The hotel room door opened, and Meng Ziqing returned, carrying a bag of steam eye masks.

But as soon as she entered the room, she saw the CP system, uncharacteristically not chatting or playing games, but binge-watching a drama, crying profusely with a running nose.

The annoying sounds of sobbing were irritating.

The sound of trickling water came from the bathroom; Qin Yue must be taking a shower.

“She finished her shower quite quickly.”

Meng Ziqing checked the time; only twenty minutes had passed since she left.

She shook her head regretfully; the hope of a shared bath was gone.

“Qingqing, your phone rang just now. I was showering, so I didn’t go out to see who called.”

Inside the bathroom, the light was somewhat dim.

Warm water mixed with a hint of pink, carrying a metallic scent, dropped onto the floor, swirling before leaving through the drain.

Qin Yue lowered her gaze, her features seemingly cast with a small shadow. She hadn’t showered for long, but her fingertips were inexplicably pale, and faint crimson threads still seeped from beneath her fingernails. The bones in her hands clicked out of alignment. Her beautiful scapulae, like a butterfly preparing for flight, seemed eager to break through and be free.

Outside the door was the cozy room with its warm light; her lover had just returned.

Her lover was still innocent; she couldn’t scare her.

“It was my dad’s call.” Meng Ziqing picked up her phone, quickly glanced at the name, and called him back.

She held the phone to her ear while walking towards the balcony.

She completely failed to notice that beneath this seemingly ordinary routine—

Something had changed.

And it had changed very quickly.

As if out of the blue.

That night, Meng Ziqing had a dream.

It wasn’t a nightmare, but it wasn’t beautiful either.

It could tentatively be called—what must come cannot be avoided.