The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Script and Lines

Lin Chumu: “?”

After only a few days apart, why is this girl getting even more saccharine?

She wasn’t the type of person to casually agree with others against her true feelings, so she immediately denied the request. Lu Chaoqing slumped her shoulders, looking aggrieved, like a puppy trying to please its owner but failing to get the desired praise. She was almost fuming.

Lin Chumu: “Don’t pretend to be cute.”

Lu Chaoqing: “…I’m not pretending!”

Why was she using this tactic on an unromantic straight girl? She should have just skipped this mission.

Lemon Tea, who was vigorously scrubbing the horse’s mane, watched the two return. Their previously harmonious appearance now seemed filled with tension, and she couldn’t help but complain that Lu Chaoqing’s actions were too slow. Naturally, Lin Chumu seemed like someone with a bad temper, so she didn’t dare provoke her carelessly, but before Lu Chaoqing could respond, Lin Chumu cut her off.

“If you can carry a bucket of water that quickly over such a long distance, then we can take over the remaining work. We won’t trouble you to lift a finger.” Lin Chumu pointed directly at the horse with an expressionless face. “Also, you don’t brush the mane like that. You’re getting all that foam on its body, which will definitely make it uncomfortable and cause it to move around. The horse is alive, not an inanimate object.”

Lemon Tea retorted, unconvinced: “Then tell me how it should be done?”

Lin Chumu said nothing, took the brush directly from her hand, and efficiently washed off the excess foam. While soothingly stroking the horse’s head, she dipped the brush in water and scrubbed down along the mane. The horse, which had been uncomfortably restless before, immediately calmed down and waited obediently for her to rinse it.

Lemon Tea pouted, but she truly couldn’t find anything to criticize. She could only ask with slight resentment: “Did you practice?”

Lin Chumu couldn’t be bothered to say more than one word to her: “Google it.”

While the two were talking, Lu Chaoqing watched them, simultaneously annoyed at Lemon Tea for constantly picking fights and Lin Chumu for being kinder to the horse than to her, even humming a song to soothe the horse’s mood.

That’s nice, she thought. If Lemon Tea hadn’t been standing there, she would have told Lin Chumu that she was singing off-key—in fact, she hadn’t hit a single note correctly.

When the three returned, sweating profusely, a table full of food had been prepared under the direction of the production team, mostly cooked by the accompanying chefs. Lin Chumu was responsible for frying some eggs, as the other two genuinely knew nothing about cooking.

Lin Chumu was the type of person who would either not do something or do it well. Although she knew very little about cooking, the eggs she fried were all perfectly golden yellow. The edge of the snowy white albumen was crispy and golden brown, and the smell was mouthwatering after sprinkling a bit of cumin powder. Lu Chaoqing and Lemon Tea could only help carry the bowls. Lu Ziqi, who had never done manual labor under the scorching sun, was exhausted, but as soon as he sat down, he keenly noticed that the atmosphere among the girls seemed slightly off.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Lunch passed with simple conversation. Finally, Uncle Zhong volunteered to wash the dishes, and the remaining people chatted nearby to digest the meal. The afternoon activities hadn’t been decided yet, so they spent their break guessing what would happen next.

“Oh, I just thought of something fun,” Lu Chaoqing suddenly said excitedly. “Should we do an impromptu skit tonight? Otherwise, spending the whole day doing farm work might be a little boring?”

Her suggestion seemed entirely focused on enhancing the show’s effect, without any personal agenda mixed in. The guests in every episode naturally wanted to increase the show’s enjoyment to gain more traffic. Hearing her proposal, everyone agreed, and Uncle Zhong likely wouldn’t refuse either.

Most people took it as one of Lu Chaoqing’s sudden whims, but only Lin Chumu looked at her with a hint of curiosity.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun gradually faded, and the cool autumn breeze finally blew in from the heavy clouds, making the tasks slightly easier. Everyone was together for the afternoon activity, and Lemon Tea and Lu Chaoqing no longer clashed directly.

This friendly atmosphere lasted until sunset when they finished work. Lu Chaoqing had already informed the director about the impromptu skit idea at noon after Uncle Zhong agreed. As the initiator, the burden of the script naturally fell on Lu Chaoqing, and she quickly devised the script she wanted without allowing others to interfere.

An impromptu skit didn’t need to be too serious, of course, and it had to have elements of improvisation, otherwise, it wouldn’t be as entertaining if it was too rigidly scripted. Lu Chaoqing’s script was only a rough outline, and the roles were supposed to be randomly drawn.

However, with a little trickery, the roles Lin Chumu and she drew were, of course, the ones she wanted: the Prince and the Princess.

“A witch in the forest gave the Princess a sleeping potion. The Prince, who happened to pass by, spotted the girl lying in the grass and rushed over in a panic. ‘Wake up,’ he said. But the girl, despite still breathing, was unresponsive to his calls.”

The script Lu Chaoqing provided read: “The young Prince, unable to bear it, bent down and picked up the girl from the ground in a princess carry. Without riding his horse, he walked towards his nearby castle.”

The so-called “castle” was replaced by the simple tile-roofed house they would be staying in tonight. Yan Yun and Lu Ziqi were laughing so hard that tears were coming out, and Uncle Zhong also couldn’t help but smile. Lin Chumu, dictated by the script, held back the urge to roll her eyes at the ridiculous plot and slowly walked toward Lu Chaoqing.

Lu Chaoqing crossed her hands over her chest, lying seriously in the grass with her eyes closed, pretending to rest. She heard the “rustling” sound of the wind blowing through the grass mixed with the sound of the woman’s shoes stepping on it. Although it was a ridiculous and content-less childish skit, she inexplicably felt a sense of immersion at that moment.

Even after a day of farm work, the woman did not have that unpleasant smell. A simple, fresh perfume scent wafted gently from her wrist. Lu Chaoqing didn’t particularly like sweet or heavy perfume scents, but this one was simple and just right.

A shadow slowly covered her. Lin Chumu gently reached out, first cushioning her head from underneath. Her other arm reached out and hooked under Lu Chaoqing’s knees, lifting her up. Her strength was considerable among women, but still within the normal range. However, lifting a ninety-something-pound Lu Chaoqing was easy enough.

The moment her body was lifted, Lu Chaoqing instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around Lin Chumu’s neck. The two instantly pressed close together. The woman’s body softness unintentionally touched hers. Lu Chaoqing felt Lin Chumu momentarily stiffen and immediately, thoughtfully, shifted her body slightly, avoiding direct frontal contact.

Princess Carry mission is in progress. Successful if maintained for 10 seconds.

The countdown was ticking away second by second. Lu Chaoqing was counting mentally, but Lin Chumu’s steps were a little fast, so she had to squirm slightly in her arms, pretending to be uncomfortable. Lin Chumu’s pace immediately slowed down: “Uncomfortable?”

“No, my back was a little itchy just now. It felt like I was bitten by a small mosquito.”

After estimating that a few seconds had passed, Lu Chaoqing answered unhurriedly. This action continued until Lin Chumu carried her back to the room and gently placed Lu Chaoqing on the bed.

Although it was a very boring game, like children playing house, Lu Chaoqing smiled brightly, as if she had found great satisfaction in it. Infected by her smile, the others also became serious, enjoying the childish role-playing.

“Reporting, Your Highness. The invaders outside have been driven out.” Lu Ziqi knelt outside properly, trying to recall his lines. “Please rest assured!”

Even without seeing the live chat, Lu Chaoqing knew that the comments were probably being flooded with “Hahahaha” upon hearing his broadcasting-like reading of the lines. Everyone had been doing farm work all day, and after a long day of exhaustion, they didn’t have the energy to play any large-scale games. Therefore, such silly and childish recreational activities sometimes led to unexpected results.

Lu Chaoqing calculated that it was time to wrap things up and integrate the mission into the script. So, after Lin Chumu responded to the outside, she slowly sat up from the bed, smiling brightly at the “Prince.”

The woman with light makeup was tall and graceful. Even in simple casual clothes, she possessed an air of natural nobility. The warm light scattered from the incandescent lamp above her head added softness to her beautiful face, slightly softening her sharp features. From Lu Chaoqing’s perspective, her smooth contours looked meticulously sculpted. The light flowed over her face, casting a small shadow on her neck, making her entire face clear and three-dimensional.

Before Lin Chumu could react, Lu Chaoqing suddenly stood up. The latter was startled and instinctively stepped back two paces, leaning against the empty wall behind her. She saw the little “green tea,” as if overcome by her acting bug, stretch out one arm and press it against the wall beside her, even struggling to stand on her tiptoes to compensate for the four or five-centimeter height difference.

From the audience’s perspective, Lu Chaoqing seemed to have mustered great courage. Her tiptoes even wobbled before she barely managed to maintain her balance. Her face was flushed, seeming a little embarrassed. Her puffed-out cheeks and pursed lips indicated her nervous mood at the moment, but she still seriously recited the terrible line from the script: “My Babe… Your Royal Highness, do you want to come and sleep together?”