After Transmigrating, I Joined a Dating Show with the Fake Heiress Actress - Chapter 9

Seeing Su Qingwan’s hesitation, Bai Man immediately refused. “We won’t compete. Tell your dad we’re sorry, and we’ll come back another time.”

“Sister, your clothes are wet. Why don’t you come to my house and change?” Yima gazed at Su Qingwan with hopeful eyes, still wishing they would stay.

Last night, Dad had carried her and Zhuole home without saying a word. She was terrified, fearing he hated her.

She woke up in the middle of the night and found Dad sitting alone on the grass. She nervously approached him and heard him say, “Yima, Dad was wrong.”

In that moment, all her anxiety and hurt vanished completely.

At breakfast, her younger brother tried to grab the egg from her bowl, as usual, but Dad scolded him and sternly warned Zhuole never to take her things again.

Zhuole threw a tantrum, smashing the egg on the ground, and Dad punished him by making him stand in the corner for an hour.

Afterward, Dad cooked another egg for her.

In that moment, she felt Dad’s love for her once more.

And all of Dad’s change was because of the sister standing before her and the sister who had already left.

Su Qingwan’s heart softened at Yima’s hopeful gaze. She turned to Bai Man, her lips moving hesitantly, “Should we stay a little longer?”

Bai Man hummed lightly, “Whatever you want.” She had originally planned to return early because Su Qingwan’s clothes were wet. Now that they could save a significant distance and let Su Qingwan change into dry clothes sooner, she was naturally pleased.

Yima immediately sprang up, grabbing Zhuole’s hand and leading the way.

Soon, they arrived at Yima’s home.

To be precise, it was a nearly ninety-square-meter yurt, with a several-dozen-square-meter sunshade and waterproof tarp stretched over the outside, its edges lined with cooking utensils. Inside, the yurt was fully equipped, with each area meticulously divided for specific purposes.

Yima’s mother, Sangge, brought Su Qingwan a set of Tibetan clothes. “After giving birth to Zhuole, I gained a lot of weight and haven’t been able to wear this outfit since. You’re so beautiful, it’ll look stunning on you.”

Su Qingwan blushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you.”

“Go ahead and change. I’ll go help Bianba outside.”

Bai Man followed Sangge out of the yurt. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Yima pulled her behind the yurt.

The photographer initially wanted to follow, but seeing the barrage of comments urging him to show how the locals prepared their food, he stopped and turned the camera toward Bianba and Sangge.

Bianba was skillfully slicing fresh beef with a knife, his movements practiced and precise.

Sangge, meanwhile, was making butter tea. Unaware of the camera’s presence, she asked, “Why are you finally listening to reason? I’ve been telling you to treat them equally all along, but you never listened.”

To help Zhuole and Yima integrate better into Han society, she and Bianba had grown accustomed to communicating in Mandarin over the years.

Bianba glanced at the camera, hesitated, then looked directly at it again. “I’m afraid Yima will grow up to be like her,” he said, his tone uneasy. “She’s… unsettling.”

Sangge looked bewildered. “What do you mean?”

She had only heard a few vague remarks from Yima and didn’t know the full story.

Bianba averted his gaze and waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. Let’s get back to cooking!”

The viewers in the live stream, however, were torn between laughter and tears.

That was definitely about Bai Man, wasn’t it?

LOL, I imagined all sorts of reasons, but I completely missed this one! But thinking about it, Bianba actually has a point. Bai Man really was terrifying when she went berserk yesterday.

Bai Man: Are you being polite? Did your 1.85-meter height go to waste?

Upstairs commenter, you’re wrong. Bai Man wouldn’t waste so many words. She’d just throw a sharp glare and ask: “Dare you do that again?”

Now that’s the Bai Man we know!

I came here expecting food content, but instead I got this juicy gossip! I really want to see Bai Man’s reaction to this. Photographer, could you relay the message?

The suddenly @-ed photographer looked helpless.

Su Qingwan emerged from changing, noticing the photographer’s strange expression. Sensing her gaze, the photographer immediately shifted the camera toward her.

Su Qingwan’s features were naturally classic and gentle. Now, dressed in traditional Tibetan clothing, even without any head ornaments, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

If she had previously been likened to a lotus flower, she now resembled a cosmos, radiating a wilder, more untamed beauty.

Sangge also noticed her and turned to compliment her. “You look stunning. If I were born a few years later, I’d surely fall at your feet.”

Bianba glanced at her briefly before looking away. “You look beautiful in it too,” he said casually.

Su Qingwan, surprised that such a burly man would try to flatter his wife, covered her mouth to stifle a laugh as she scanned the crowd for Bai Man.

Sangge understood her intention and pointed behind her. “They’re over there.”

“I’ll go check on them,” Su Qingwan said, stepping forward.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted Bai Man squatting solemnly in front of a cow, hesitantly reaching out to milk it while turning her face away. With each squeeze, milk squirted into the basin Yima held.

To Bai Man’s left, Zhuole was also squatting by a cow, skillfully milking it while glancing over at her.

Suddenly, the cow shifted its hoof, and Bai Man instinctively leaned back, sensing danger.

As the cow lowered its hoof, the still-full udder swung toward her, and a stream of milk sprayed directly into her face.

Though her skin was fair, it paled slightly in comparison to the pure white milk, making the splashes on her face stand out.

She shifted slightly, and the milk clinging to her nose slid down to her lips before dripping onto her leg.

The remaining milk glistened against her lips, painted a dry rose hue, making them appear even more striking. Combined with the strands of hair that had fallen across her face as she leaned back, it created a chaotic beauty—both pure and alluring, tempting one to tease her.

Su Qingwan was startled by her own thoughts. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “Are you alright?”

Bai Man turned her head away, wiping the milk from her face with a stiff expression. “I’m fine.”

“Sister, let me do it!” Yima offered, moving to get up.

“No need, I can manage,” Bai Man said, squatting down and shifting closer. She reached out to resume milking. Glancing at Su Qingwan, who was still nearby, she added, “Stand back a bit.”

Yima looked up, adopting a mature tone. “Sister, it’s not safe like that. If Xiaohua moves, she might kick you.”

After saying this, she leaned forward and gave Su Qingwan a sweet smile. “Sister, you look so pretty in that outfit.”

Zhuole pursed his lips. “Mom is the prettiest.”

Su Qingwan: “……”

“You’re just a little bit less pretty than Mom,” Zhuole conceded reluctantly.

Su Qingwan chuckled, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Thank you for the compliment.”

Practice makes perfect. Having mastered the technique, Bai Man increased her milking speed, though she still couldn’t match Zhuole’s pace.

Gazing at the basin brimming with milk, Zhuole couldn’t suppress his grin. “I won!”

Bai Man pulled five candies from her pocket and handed them to Zhuole. “Here’s your reward.”

Zhuole happily accepted the candies, took a few steps, then turned back. He voluntarily gave two candies to Yima, hesitated, and then gave her another from his palm.

This was the third time Zhuole had shared something with her. The previous two instances had occurred when he first learned to walk. Now, four years later, she was receiving something from her younger brother again, and Yima was overjoyed.

She returned the last candy Zhuole had given her. “Two are enough for me.”

Zhuole pondered for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, just tell me when you want one, and I’ll save it for you.” Before he could finish, he darted off to share the good news of his victory over Bai Man with his parents.

Yima reached for the basin brimming with milk, but Bai Man stopped her. “I’ll take it.”

“Then I’ll grab another bucket so we can each carry some.”

“No need, this will do.” With that, Bai Man hoisted the nearly thirty-pound basin of milk, feigning ease as she moved.

Su Qingwan watched her with concern. “Are you sure you can manage?”

Bai Man didn’t reply, only quickening her pace.

Once Yima was out of sight, Su Qingwan asked, “What would you have done if Zhuole hadn’t shared his candy with Yima?”

“There are no ‘what ifs’ in this world,” Bai Man replied firmly.

Su Qingwan’s lowered gaze trembled. Yes, there are no ‘what ifs’ in this world.

If there were, this world wouldn’t be filled with so much regret.

Having realized this, she stepped forward to follow Bai Man.

Noticing Bai Man’s struggle, Su Qingwan reached out to help. When Bai Man flinched away, she quickly added, “Let me help, or I won’t be able to enjoy my meal.”

Bai Man finally agreed to let her help. “Be careful not to spill it.”

Having observed Su Qingwan’s stride and pace during yesterday’s game, Bai Man deliberately slowed her pace, allowing them to carry the milk steadily to the shade under the awning.

Seeing them approach, Sangge immediately set down her spatula and hurried over. “This looks heavy, let me take it!”

Before they could protest, she had already taken the basin.

The way she held the basin—as if it were weightless, almost ethereal—left Bai Man and Su Qingwan frozen in place, their jaws slack.

Bai Man: “……”

Su Qingwan: “……”

The live stream erupted into another frenzy.

Hahaha, Bai Man’s round eyes are already striking, but with that stunned expression, she looks so adorably clueless! I just want to pinch her cheeks!

This is like a bronze player meeting a master.

Only now, seeing this comparison, do I realize Bai Man was just putting on a brave face earlier.

Not only was she pretending to be tough, but she was also being tsundere! She wouldn’t come down until our Wanwan offered her a ladder!

Am I the only one drooling over Bai Man’s body? That scene where she got splashed with milk made me want to pounce and kiss her!

Bai Man and Su Qingwan simultaneously averted their gazes, exchanged a brief look, and returned to the cow enclosure one after the other, carrying out another basin of milk.

Sangge had thoughtfully prepared rice for them, knowing they might not be accustomed to naan bread.

The moment the rice touched Bai Man’s tongue, she realized it tasted exceptionally delicious with the beef.

After finishing their meal, Bai Man and Su Qingwan played with Yima and Zhuole for a while. By then, Su Qingwan’s wet clothes had dried by the fire. After changing and bidding farewell to the family, they set off on their way back to the agritourism resort.

Sangge explained that the resort was a permanent establishment built specifically to accommodate foreign tourists like them, while nomadic herders like her family typically migrated wherever the grazing was best.

By the time they returned to the resort, it was already four in the afternoon. On the grassland, only Wen Yi and his partner Tao Rang were still practicing horseback riding.

Zhang Jiale informed them that after they left, the Director had slyly announced a competition for the next day. Each team would have to ride and shoot a ball into a goal to pass. Teams that failed would face a juice penalty.

Su Qingwan instinctively turned to Bai Man. “Do you think you can do it?”