A Top-Tier Green Tea Actress Enters a Dating Reality Show - Chapter 65.2

“At the time, I even though the old man in the band who was playing the suona a Chinese horn while wearing sunglasses looked quite cheerful and was smiling all the time. But I didn’t know that the old man was old and had poor eyesight; he saw things blurred.”

“For a wedding, everyone gets up before dawn to prepare. But when I put on my wedding attire, applying makeup, and tried to video call her, what I received instead was the news that she had been kidnapped by that lunatic, Gu Yang.”

Qin Yue looked at the CP System, her eyes completely red, with bloodshot veins creeping up to the edges of her clear blue pupils. She repeated, “She was kidnapped by Gu Yang. She went there deliberately.”

“Because she had hidden her phone in a pocket inside my bag beforehand. When others couldn’t find her, they would call that number.”

“How ridiculous. When the phone rang, I was using her phone to receive the news that she had been kidnapped!”

The CP System had already shrunk into a corner, trembling and daring not to respond.

Qin Yue’s mental state was clearly not right!

“By the time I arrived at that abandoned factory, Gu Yang’s scream was incredibly loud. He had been double-crossed by Meng Ziqing,” Qin Yue laughed, placing a hand over her heart. “That was good news, but why was I still so panicked then?”

“My eye was twitching nonstop, too,” Qin Yue was immersed in that desperate memory, silent tears streaming down. “Later, I understood. I knew it was because Meng Ziqing didn’t want to live either.”

She took a deep breath, as if giving herself a release. “I watched with my own eyes, looking up, watching Meng Ziqing appear on the roof of the abandoned factory. Her face and clothes were terribly dirty. The person who used to make a fuss if a bit of dirt touched her didn’t mind the smoke and dust of the abandoned factory at all now.”

Qin Yue seemed to recall something else and added nervously, “Oh, right, she was still wearing our wedding attire. Her headpiece was a bit messy; she must have lost one piece while fighting with Gu Yang, leaving only a few small ones crookedly stuck in her hair.”

“In my whole life, there has never been a moment when I hated my good eyesight so much, hated why I could see so much.”

“Later, I figured it out. Meng Ziqing was calculating me. She calculated that I had good eyesight, so she deliberately dressed neatly to die for me, wanting me to become her widow.” Qin Yue rubbed her nose, then turned on the faucet to wash her face again.

The ice-cold water rushed out once more. Qin Yue, looking utterly defeated, cupped the water and splashed it onto her face. Her bent waist was so slender it looked like it could break any second.

Then, after a long time, she remained covering her face, not straightening up.

A faint whimper came through her hands. A tearful complaint, “That bastard, Meng Ziqing, she just hated me. She was calculating me.”

“She wanted me to watch with my own eyes as she set the factory on fire, and then jumped off the factory roof. She didn’t even want to leave me a complete body.”

The always cold and proud Qin Yue swore, but at this moment, it seemed so powerless. Gone was the usual sharp, decisive older sister; all that was left was Qin Yue hiding in the dark bathroom, feeling wronged.

“That fucking Meng Ziqing even calculated what would happen after she died. The old man playing the suona in the band had poor eyesight. When I returned to the wedding venue alone, he saw someone arrive and started playing as originally planned.”

“The suona was cheerful and lively. It was the originally scheduled song—’Hundreds of Birds Worshipping the Phoenix’.”

When Qin Yue mentioned the name of the song, she smiled sarcastically. She used a towel to wipe away the wet, salty tear tracks on her face, and said faintly to the CP System, “That’s why I say she must have hated me to death. Meng Ziqing was very good at choosing.”

“Only later did I find out that the old man had poor eyesight, and the song ‘Hundreds of Birds Worshipping the Phoenix’—”

“Can be played for both weddings and funerals.”

“Qin Yue? Are you in there?”

Outside the bathroom door, Meng Ziqing’s slightly hoarse voice called out.

Meng Ziqing’s call was so sudden that the CP System, busy trembling over Qin Yue, momentarily forgot about Meng Ziqing’s situation.

“Meng Ziqing is awake!”

As if finding a savior, it quickly said to Qin Yue, “Meng Ziqing is done with her memory dream!”

She’s awake. You two have an honest-to-goodness score to settle, go find her! I’m just a tiny system; if you scare me any more, I’ll really be gone.

Qin Yue naturally knew Meng Ziqing was awake, but her voice was hoarse right now, and speaking would give her away.

“Mmm…” Qin Yue calmly responded first, then, without any sign of disgust, she drank a mouthful of water from the faucet to moisten her throat, swallowing it expressionlessly. “I’m in here…”

“Did the heavy rain wake you up?” she took a deep breath, asking in a forced gentle voice.

“Mmm, I guess so,” Meng Ziqing replied lazily from outside the door. Her head hurt from the memory dream.

Meng Ziqing casually turned on the bathroom light. “What about you? Why is it all dark?”

The bathroom instantly brightened, and Qin Yue clearly saw her own red and swollen eyes.

“Maybe the dinner wasn’t clean; I got up in a hurry,” Qin Yue casually made up an excuse. Noticing the slightly loose doorknob, she said with a light, smiling tone, “Do you want to come in and join me?”

Meng Ziqing paused the hand gripping the doorknob, then released it in disgust. She dragged out her voice, “Tch—no interest.”

She also turned on the exhaust fan for Qin Yue.

Since she couldn’t go in, Meng Ziqing didn’t mind that the floor tiles were dirty; she simply sat down right by the bathroom door.

“I can’t sleep. I’ll wait for you for a while.”

Outside, Meng Ziqing rested her chin on her hand, bored as she looked at the hotel’s dim furnishings. Inside, Qin Yue was in the light, using cold water to compress her eyes against the sink.

The two talked, separated by a door.

Meng Ziqing asked, “How much longer will you be?”

A small, dark shadow appeared on the translucent glass door of the bathroom. Qin Yue chuckled, “If you want to wait, go wait on the sofa. Don’t sit directly on the floor; you’ll catch a cold.”

“I’m not that frail,” a muffled voice came from outside the door.

“You clearly are,” Qin Yue thought helplessly.

She sped up her pace of applying the ice-cold compress to her eyes but didn’t contradict Meng Ziqing. “Okay, okay, my baby has the best health.”

“No sincerity. Wife, you’re being so perfunctory with me,” Meng Ziqing said lazily.

She looked up, lost in thought as she gazed at the wind and rain outside the window. Her voice sounded slightly distant.

“By the way, wife, I just had a dream.”

Qin Yue paused her action. “What did you dream of?”

“I dreamed—” Meng Ziqing sounded like she was recalling or organizing her words. “I dreamed that you were quite awful to me.”

“Hmm? How so?”

“I dreamed you were self-entangling spinning your own cocoon,” Meng Ziqing laughed.

“How is that being awful to you?” A questioning voice came from inside the door.

“It’s very awful,” Meng Ziqing’s fingers tapped the floor rhythmically. She leaned slowly against the door, hugging herself with her knees bent. “Because according to the normal development of the plot, after you spin your own cocoon, the next step is to emerge from the cocoon as a butterfly, then flutter your beautiful wings and fly away.”

“You flew away on your own and didn’t take the cocoon with you,” Meng Ziqing said.

—Qin Yue, you spun your own cocoon and were reborn from it, and I was the cocoon that you caught and then heartlessly abandoned.

I helped create your beauty, only to be disliked and discarded by you.

“Then that is indeed very awful,” there was a moment of silence inside, and then a hesitant question came again. “Then, will you—”

“Will you take revenge on me?”

The clear, cold female voice was still a little hoarse, successfully masking the subtle tremor in the tone.

Meng Ziqing didn’t notice the tremor in the voice. She took a long pause to think, then firmly replied.

“I want to take revenge…”

Qin Yue’s heart sank to the bottom. But the very next second, Meng Ziqing said—

“But I can’t bear to.”

“Oh? Why?”

Qin Yue couldn’t help but ask. Her sapphire-like blue eyes were moist, and the tears that had finally stopped were threatening to flow again. “The butterfly threw the cocoon away. Why can’t it bear to take revenge?”

“I just can’t bear to, that’s all,” Meng Ziqing shrugged helplessly. Noticing that the rain outside the window was slowly getting lighter, her composed, elegant female voice echoed in the room.

“That’s my butterfly. If it flies away, I’ll just catch it back.”

“Revenge? No need.”