Accidentally Becoming a Green Tea Goddess Everyone Loves - Chapter 1

A black Bentley pulled up in front of the villa.

“Miss Shen, we’ve arrived.” Rong Yuan turned her head, looking toward the woman in the backseat.

It was a brilliant, sunny day. The light filtering through the car window fell upon the woman’s skin, making it appear more radiant and translucent than a pearl.

Hearing the voice, a pair of fan-like peach blossom eyes swept toward Rong Yuan. The moment their gazes met, Shen Shirou curled her lips into a bright, dazzling smile.

Even Rong Yuan, usually composed, found herself momentarily dazed by the sight.

Shen Shirou rolled down the window and leaned out slightly, her gaze wandering around the villa as if searching for someone. Soon, however, she lowered her eyes in disappointment. As her expression grew despondent, she hesitated, looking as though she wanted to speak but thought better of it.

Noticing these small movements, Rong Yuan remained silent for a moment before lowering her voice. “President Jiang is very busy today.” She probably won’t be coming, she thought.

But seeing Shen Shirou’s visible heartbreak, Rong Yuan felt a sudden pang of sympathy and instinctively changed her tune. “Perhaps she’ll be able to make it later.”

“So that’s how it is,” Shen Shirou murmured, keeping her head bowed. She tried to act as if it were nothing, yet her voice carried an undeniable trace of dejection. “It’s alright. After all, Sister Jiang’s work is more important.”

Rong Yuan turned off the engine and opened the door for Shen Shirou. She then walked to the trunk to retrieve the luggage. However, a pair of slender hands intercepted the suitcase halfway.

Rong Yuan looked up, meeting the eyes of the graceful beauty standing before her.

“Let me do it,” Shen Shirou said softly.

Rong Yuan paused. “Since President Jiang instructed me to receive you, this is part of my job.” With that, she took back the handle.

As their hands brushed, Rong Yuan felt a fleeting sensation of incredible softness, like the stroke of a light feather. It matched the woman’s fragile appearance perfectly. Rong Yuan felt more and more that someone like Shen Shirou shouldn’t be doing manual labor.

“But I want to help you too,” Shen Shirou blinked, looking hesitant. “You’ve gone to so much trouble for me on the way here, and I haven’t even had the chance to thank you properly. How could I let you do this on top of everything else?”

As Shen Shirou’s melodious voice reached her ears, Rong Yuan felt a strange, fluttering itch in her heart.

“Miss Shen, you’re too kind.” Rong Yuan lowered her gaze, turning her head away awkwardly.

Shen Shirou didn’t have many belongings. Aside from one medium-sized suitcase, there was almost nothing else. It didn’t take long to get everything settled.

Normally, Rong Yuan would leave immediately after completing the drop-off. But when Shen Shirou looked at her with clear, innocent eyes and asked considerately, “Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?” Rong Yuan, who was usually rigorous and professional, broke her own rule.

She didn’t give a verbal answer, but her lack of movement was a silent acceptance.

Hot tea was poured into exquisite white porcelain cups. Rong Yuan wasn’t thirsty, yet she took several sips once Shen Shirou served it. The faint, unique fragrance of the tea leaves danced on the tip of her tongue. While sipping, she used the corner of her eye to observe Shen Shirou.

Although this was their first meeting, the name “Shen Shirou” was not unfamiliar to her. In fact, rumors about the Jiang family’s fiancée were endless and mostly negative. They painted Miss Shen as a vain, conceited, and generally unlikeable person.

Given President Jiang’s cold attitude whenever the name was mentioned, Rong Yuan had expected Shen Shirou to match the rumors.

But seeing her today, the woman seemed like a lily cultivated in a greenhouse—untouched by dust. She was reserved yet naturally captivating, making it hard for anyone to neglect her. In fact, it made one want to draw closer.

Rong Yuan found it difficult to understand how such a person could have such a notorious reputation.

“Miss Shen,” Rong Yuan said, putting down her cup and rising to leave. “Is there any message you would like me to pass on to President Jiang?”

“Just call me Shirou,” Shen Shirou replied. Her face didn’t show the joy Rong Yuan expected; instead, she looked subdued. “Thank you for the offer but there’s no need. I have nothing to say.”

Rong Yuan was surprised. “Are you sure?” To her, it seemed obvious that Shen Shirou cared deeply for her boss.

“Sister Jiang is so busy, how could I disturb her work?” Shen Shirou shook her head. Her voice grew softer, sounding slightly aggrieved yet forcedly brave. “Besides, I don’t want Sister Jiang to hate me.”

She let out a soft sigh. “So, it’s fine. Even if Sister Jiang can’t come, I will wait for her.”

The setting sun spilled across the glass coffee table, and the tea no longer let off steam.

Rong Yuan had been gone for a long time, leaving Shen Shirou alone in the massive living room. As the twilight lengthened her shadow, Shen Shirou sat quietly on the sofa but the melancholy from earlier was gone. On the contrary, a hint of amusement flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Leaning lazily against the sofa, Shen Shirou lowered her gaze and communicated with the system in her mind: “Baby, were you satisfied with my performance just now?”

“Please do not address me that way. My full title is the Professional Green Tea System, Code 888,” a mechanical voice responded out of thin air.

Shen Shirou acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing her train of thought. “Then, how about Sweetheart? Or ‘Darling’? Which do you prefer?”

System 888 couldn’t be bothered to argue. It replied coldly, “Whatever you want.”

After teasing the system, Shen Shirou glanced at the wall clock. 5:30 PM.

At this hour, her “busy” fiancée was definitely not coming. Perfect, she could finally enjoy some peaceful, private time.

In her past life, Shen Shirou was a popular young actress in the entertainment industry. Her career had been smooth sailing, and she was on the verge of superstardom when she woke up one day in this strange world without warning.

System 888 appeared alongside her. After some back-and-forth, Shen Shirou learned she had transmigrated into a Yuri novel as a “Green Tea” supporting antagonist. By sheer coincidence, the character shared her name.

Her only hope of returning to her real world rested with 888. The system promised that if she completed its tasks, she could return immediately. According to their agreement, she simply had to stay in character, play the Green Tea role, and follow the script. As long as she didn’t go out of character (OOC), the system wouldn’t interfere with her actions.

Unlike her real world, same-sex marriage was legal in this novel’s setting.

And according to the system, this “Shen Shirou” had a fiancée with whom she shared a terrible relationship: Jiang Peixing.

As the plot progressed, Jiang Peixing would grow to loathe Shen Shirou more and more. Eventually, pushed to her limit, she would break the engagement and sever all ties.

As for what happened after that?

None of it would be Shen Shirou’s concern.

Currently, the story had just reached the beginning: Shen Shirou moving into the Jiang family villa to begin her cohabitation with this fiancée.

In truth, Shen Shirou didn’t care in the slightest how much Jiang Peixing repulsed her.

In the original novel, the “Green Tea” supporting character was a social climber who pursued the marriage solely because she viewed the Jiang family as a “money tree.”

But outside the novel, as a top-tier starlet, Shen Shirou lacked neither money nor suitors—who usually lined up in long queues just for a glance. Having had everything she ever wanted, she truly didn’t care for these worldly possessions.

For a professional actress like Shen Shirou, playing a delicate, unassuming “Green Tea” was as easy as breathing.

The only pity was that she had a brilliant script but no audience to witness her performance. It had been seven days since she transmigrated into this world, and she had yet to lay eyes on Jiang Peixing.

Even today, as she moved into the villa, Jiang Peixing had merely dispatched her personal assistant, Rong Yuan, to handle the reception, refusing to show her face at any point.

It was clear just how much the original “Shen Shirou” was despised.

However, since Jiang Peixing wasn’t around, Shen Shirou didn’t need to maintain her “act” or add extra drama for herself.

She had done her research early on. Because Jiang Peixing was a loner who valued her privacy, she had moved out of the main Jiang estate to live alone in this private villa. Consequently, there were no servants or housekeepers; Jiang Peixing had always lived here in solitude.

Now that an uninvited guest had arrived, it wasn’t surprising that Jiang Peixing was reluctant to return.

With nothing better to do, Shen Shirou played mobile games for a while. Midway through, System 888 popped up to spectate, mockingly commenting that her skills were “trash.”

Refusing to admit defeat, Shen Shirou started another round, determined to prove herself.

When she finally looked up, it was already 7:00 PM.

Only then did she realize she had forgotten to prepare dinner. She put down her phone and hurried to the kitchen to scavenge for ingredients.

While the villa was fully furnished, the supplies in the refrigerator were pitifully sparse.

Shen Shirou wasn’t picky. She boiled a bowl of noodles and picked out a bottle of red wine from the cellar.

As the wine hit the glass, the deep color alone signaled its exceptional quality. Sure enough, after only two glasses, the fragrance of grapes lingered on her lips, and she began to feel a pleasant, slight intoxication.

Click.

The sudden sound of a lock turning came from the foyer, catching Shen Shirou off guard just as she was about to eat.

Then came the crisp clack of high heels against the floor. The sound wasn’t loud, but in the dead silence of the house, it was piercingly clear.

Shen Shirou froze, her tipsiness instantly replaced by sharp alertness. She quickly set down her wine glass and hurried to the living room in her bunny slippers.

Turning the corner, she came face-to-face with a stranger.

The newcomer wore a white silk shirt with the collar half-unbuttoned, revealing the elegant lines of her collarbones and the graceful curve of her waist.

As she leaned over to change out of her heels, the woman turned around to face Shen Shirou.

Finally, Shen Shirou saw her face clearly.

It was a face of peak cold elegance, with every feature exuding an air of nobility and distant beauty.

Connecting the dots to the owner of this villa, a realization dawned in Shen Shirou’s mind. She fixed her gaze on the woman and called out in a low, soft voice:

“Sister Jiang.”