A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 63

Whether out of a desire for revenge or something else entirely, Little Qin Yue was quite ruthless.

She carried Meng Ziqing all the way back to her room, hugging her like a doll, and then placed her on the highest platform in the room.

Little Qin Yue’s only artistic hobby was her love for stargazing. To accommodate his daughter, the blue-eyed uncle had specially set up a two-meter viewing platform, not just in the attic, but also in her bedroom.

Previously, the viewing platform only had a lonely astronomical telescope. Now, things were different.

A doll in a princess dress kept it company.

Meng Ziqing: “…”

Bringing the neighbor’s child home during the rain and placing her on a viewing platform, then moving the ladder two meters away—is this something a person with a normal brain would do?!

“The little girl plays in such a twisted way,” Meng Ziqing looked down, then turned away, rubbing her head in frustration.

Meng Ziqing could climb down, of course, descending in a manner as pathetic as a bear climbing a bamboo pole.

But she had an image to maintain. What kind of fairy would climb down like a clumsy bear?!

Qin Yue was indeed Qin Yue.

An older sister will always be an older sister.

Even when she was little, she was still the older sister.

The black heart would not disappear just because she became smaller; it would only use her innocent appearance to confuse her prey.

It would strike when the prey thought she was harmless.

Meng Ziqing stomped her foot in anger.

The drawbacks of a child’s body were obvious: for example, she got sleepy easily and needed more sleep.

Another example was her poor ability to control her emotions, making her emotional fluctuations hard to manage.

To put it simply, she had a child’s body, and her actions became childish too.

During the half-hour when Qin Yue was out explaining to Song Xian that “Meng Ziqing was happy with her painting, so she decided to come to her room to play,” Meng Ziqing, in a fit of pique, took the paints and decorated Qin Yue’s astronomical telescope.

The little girl didn’t spare even the stand of the expensive, silver instrument, except for the lens and some critical components. She painted it in colorful, unruly splatters.

On the tube of the telescope, scrawled in blue paint, the handwriting was twisted like a dog’s crawl, clearly spelling out six striking characters:

QIN YUE IS A BASTARD!

The exclamation mark was very rounded, and she even added a touch of shiny white highlight.

When Little Qin Yue returned, her eyes alight with a smile, she had just opened the door.

In the golden-orange light of the setting sun, on the high platform, she saw the doll. Her hands, her dress, and even her pale little face were smeared with colorful paint. She was pouting, raising her small head to look down at Little Qin Yue.

She sat on the high platform with her back to the light, her hair colored a sacred gold. Her expression was devoid of feeling, not like a mischievous child, but rather like a god, overlooking everything without emotion, and observing her believer.

Everything was fine, except the astronomical telescope next to her, on which was painted “QIN YUE IS A BASTARD,” which severely ruined the atmosphere.

“You finally decided to come back,” said the childlike Meng Ziqing, who couldn’t maintain her composure for more than a few seconds. Her voice was tender, but the accusation and resentment in her words were unmistakable.

Kidnapping someone only to leave them hanging—is that reasonable?

And hanging for half an hour.

Little Qin Yue left her hanging for half an hour right around dinner time. Sure enough, now that she was a child, she wasn’t her little darling anymore.

Meng Ziqing puffed up into a little puffer fish in her indignation.

She wasn’t too angry about being carried home by Qin Yue, but she was hungry.

Children can’t stand hunger for long. When Meng Ziqing grew up, a little bit of hunger made her irritable; as a child, she could tolerate it even less.

“Sorry, I talked to Ms. Song for a little while.”

Thinking back, Little Qin Yue curved her eyes slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Meng Ziqing asked curiously, “What did you talk about?”

Little Qin Yue shook her head instead. “I’m not telling you.”

“You have to finish this tonight.” She took out two test papers, the elementary school math problems on them strikingly obvious.

Meng Ziqing leaned in, her head practically buried in the papers. Thinking of Ms. Song’s typical temperament from her childhood, she asked hesitantly, “She didn’t… sell me off with these two test papers, did she?”

Qin Yue: “…”

Little Qin Yue looked at her, then nodded.

Meng Ziqing: “…”

Beautiful. Truly my own mother.

Song Xian was a very kind and enthusiastic person, otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought Meng Ziqing over to play with Little Qin Yue.

Half an hour ago.

Little Qin Yue went to fool Song Xian. She spoke naturally, but she was no match for Song Xian, the adult.

Song Xian was helpless yet found Little Qin Yue’s insistence on bringing Meng Ziqing back to her room a little cute.

She gently patted Little Qin Yue’s shoulder and whispered, “Little Qin Yue, lying is not a good thing.”

Little Qin Yue, who hadn’t fully developed her composure, stiffened in nervousness. She blinked her eyes but didn’t speak, silently looking at Song Xian.

“I saw it with my own eyes just now,” Song Xian said slowly. “You took advantage of the rain and directly carried my Qingqing home. Qingqing even cried out then, didn’t she?”

Little Qin Yue was silent for a moment, choosing to nod honestly.

“Yes…”

The thought of having to bring the doll back from her room for Ms. Song made Little Qin Yue’s eyes well up. Hot tears spilled out.

“Oh dear, I haven’t finished yet, baby,” Song Xian said, seeing that she had made the child cry, and quickly wiped the child’s tears.

Ms. Song, like her daughter, couldn’t stand this kind of crying.

The little girl was fair, thin, and quiet. When she cried silently, it was especially heartbreaking.

“Huh? Do you want to go bring the doll back home yourself?” Little Qin Yue looked at her tearfully.

“No…” Song Xian was exasperated and chuckled.

She’s been bullied into crying, yet she’s still thinking about my daughter.

“I wanted to tell you that when you go back, you must supervise Meng Ziqing to finish this homework,” Song Xian said, handing Little Qin Yue the two test papers.

“This is her homework for today. She’s played all day, so she should do her work.” Song Xian continued, “I went to see you two sketching in the flower room this afternoon. Qingqing is a little spoiled, but she’s not hard to get along with. She really likes pretty older sisters, so I’m leaving her in your care tonight.”

Song Xian smiled, her eyes curved. The way she looked at Little Qin Yue was like…

Like she was looking at a free, overworked tutor.

She had observed everything this afternoon. Little Qin Yue had psychological issues right now, but her emotions were stable, and she was not aggressive. She was a great older sister, and her own daughter liked her.

She was also so excellent, first in academics and sports. Maybe if her daughter, who was a poor student, spent two months learning by osmosis next to her, she might change for the better.

Maybe she’d read a few more books.

Ms. Song had never stressed over anything in her life, except her daughter, the poor student. Whenever she thought of her, her brow furrowed, her head hurt, and she just wanted to roll around and quit.

Little Qin Yue didn’t know the thoughts brewing in Song Xian’s mind. She only felt like she had gone from hell to heaven. She nodded solemnly. “Okay, I will definitely supervise her to finish her homework.”

Back to the present.

Meng Ziqing and Qin Yue exchanged a silent look. Meng Ziqing lowered her eyes and kept a straight face, truly looking the part of someone wronged.

“Whoever brought these papers home should do them,” Meng Ziqing said coolly, though her fingers tightly gripped the hem of her clothes.

Most people’s dreams were full of sweet nothings, but hers involved doing homework? Why?!

And elementary school math, too. Who was she trying to insult?

“I can do that…” Little Qin Yue agreed without even looking at the papers.

She put the papers aside and fetched a packet of wet wipes from the bedside. She patiently wiped the paint from Meng Ziqing’s hands and face.

The paint was still wet, so it was easy to wipe off.

Afterward, she looked for clothes in the closet. Meng Ziqing’s dress was stained with paint, and her own T-shirt could be worn by Meng Ziqing as a small dress.

Just like dressing up a doll, Little Qin Yue took off Meng Ziqing’s dress and put her own T-shirt on her.

After the change, the hungry and about-to-collapse Meng Ziqing was lying expressionless on the bed, her voice muffled. “Didn’t you think of going to my house to get me clothes? Sis… ter.”

The word ‘sister’ sounded as if it was squeezed out from between her teeth.

“Oh…” Qin Yue realized, and said matter-of-factly, “I forgot…”

Nonsense.

You clearly didn’t want to go.

Black-hearted, mentally ill. Meng Ziqing cursed inwardly.

Meng Ziqing lay dormant on the bed for a while longer, then the sound of the door opening rang out again.

The aroma of food reached Meng Ziqing’s nose.

She sat up and saw Qin Yue coming in with a tray of food.

Finally, she did something useful, Meng Ziqing thought happily. She propped herself up and sat cross-legged, quickly patting the bed next to her like a small seal playing with a ball.

She was too lazy to even get out of bed to eat.

Under the gaze of Meng Ziqing’s cool eyes, Qin Yue placed the food tray on the bedside table.

Then, holding a bowl of soup, a spoon in the other hand, she stirred it, blowing on the freshly cooked soup to cool it down a little.

The silver spoon swirled in the rich beef brisket and tomato soup. Occasionally, soft, stewed pieces of brisket surfaced. The appetizing red color made Meng Ziqing, who was watching hungrily from the side, swallow.

The little fairy maintained her dignity and didn’t lean over, but her eyes were practically piercing the bowl.

But in the end, she didn’t get the bowl of soup.

What she got was a spoonful of soup held up to her lips.

Meng Ziqing paused, looking at Qin Yue with a hesitant curl of her eyes. “You’re going to feed me?”

“Mhm…”

Qin Yue nodded, looking calm, but the tips of her fingers holding the spoon were slightly trembling with excitement.

“Oh, okay then.”

Meng Ziqing didn’t feel any embarrassment. After all, the grown-up Qin Yue had fed her before.

So, the little girl opened her mouth and took the spoon in.

In that instant, Little Qin Yue felt something explode in her heart. Her heart pounded rapidly, her blood flow sped up, and her ears instantly turned scarlet.

She felt like she was turning bad.

After being fed by Qin Yue, Meng Ziqing let out a satisfied burp and comfortably nestled on the bed, reading the comic books—which Qin Yue had just brought back from her house.

She had to admit, even if the comics from ten years ago were a bit old-fashioned, Meng Ziqing was quite engrossed.

But reading too much easily made her eyes hurt.

Putting down the comic, Meng Ziqing rubbed her dry eyes and turned to see Little Qin Yue preparing to do her homework.

Thinking of Ms. Song, Meng Ziqing felt a little uncomfortable.

The role of a mother always evoked a complex, bittersweet emotion in a child.

So, she went and sat next to Little Qin Yue, still curious about what Qin Yue hadn’t told her before.

It felt as though her own mother had a secret with another child.

“Sister, what exactly did you talk about with Ms. Song?” she asked coyly. “Besides these two test papers, what else did you talk about?”

The little girl’s innocent face, which seemed to take advantage of everyone, was usually a guaranteed success. Whatever she did, she usually succeeded.

After all, no one could resist softening up under the gaze of her pure, bright eyes, and Qin Yue was no exception.

But more than this, Qin Yue was highly sensitive.

On the surface, Meng Ziqing was just asking a casual question, but Qin Yue knew.

It wasn’t just a casual question.

Little Qin Yue knew the fundamental reason why Meng Ziqing was so curious about her conversation with Song Xian.

Her body stiffened. She organized her thoughts several times, and finally said to Meng Ziqing:

“Doll, I will not try to take your mother from you.”

The little girl’s voice was faint, but it revealed a firm stance.

She no longer had a mother, but she would not, because of that, try to steal Meng Ziqing’s mother.

Meng Ziqing did not need to fear this.

Meng Ziqing was stunned, her mind instantly went blank. She quickly stood up to explain, “No, I didn’t mean that… I…”

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.”

Her explanation was cut off by Qin Yue.

“You must believe me, I absolutely will not try to steal her from you.”

“Having you is enough for me.”