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Chapter 5: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Role in the Dating Show World (5)

At this time, the latest episode of “Romantic With You” aired.

[My OTP must not end! Aya and Haonan, go for it!]

[Another day of being killed by Aya and Haonan’s sweetness!]

[Haonan gave Aya the first piece of durian! That eye contact—I’m obsessed, obsessed, obsessed!]

[Oh no, why’s that green tea Yu Qin showing up? Haonan, run!]

[Why does she have to eat the durian in Haonan’s hand? So gross!]

[Yu Qin, your green tea act is so disgusting!]

[Wait, hold up, she ate Guan Yue’s piece?!]

[Fine, as long as it’s not Haonan’s.]

[What’s going on? Are Yu Qin and Guan Yue actually close? They went back to their room to play… military chess?]

[Lmao, I didn’t mean to laugh, but “long-lost twin sister” is too funny!]

[No way, Guan Yue actually believed it and called her parents from the bathroom, hahahahaha!]

[That’s the laugh of the day!]

[Here it comes, the most thrilling letter-writing segment!]

[Why does Haonan have one less letter? Who didn’t write to him?]

[Holy—Yu Qin wrote to Guan Yue?!]

[It’s wild, but there’s no rule saying it has to be to the opposite s3x.]

[Okay, I feel guilty, but I’m kinda shipping it!]

[Me too, hahaha, help, Guan Yue’s expression kills me—CEO with a dazed face.]

[Aw, their friendship is so precious, sob sob sob!]

[Drop the next episode already! I need to know who Yu Qin writes to next!]

The hashtag #YuQinWroteToGuanYue trended, drawing tons of attention and boosting their popularity. It was the show’s top trending topic that night, so the editors huddled and decided to lean into their CP, adding more clips of them.

The two at the center of the buzz were clueless, staring at each other.

“What did you say about falling in love?” Song Lingshu gaped at her, still chewing a bite of beef.

Guan Yue quickly regained her composure, seeing Song Lingshu’s even more shocked expression, and figured she misheard. “I probably heard wrong. What did you say?”

“I said I forgot to order taro and cilantro.”

“Oh… got it.” Guan Yue stiffly grabbed some barbecue, noticing plenty of lamb skewers. “Don’t you dislike lamb?”

“You like it,” Song Lingshu said with a smile. “I ordered for two, so I got some of your favorites. Eating alone is no fun.”

Guan Yue nodded, and they ate a lot together, forcing her to brush her teeth again.

Standing side by side, Guan Yue looked at their reflections and said, “You seem pretty happy these past few days.”

Before, when they shared the room, Yu Qin barely spoke to her, her expression distant, only smiling warmly at Zheng Haonan.

“Let me tell you the truth,” Song Lingshu said seriously. “I have social anxiety.”

Guan Yue glanced at her, surprised.

“I’m slow to warm up and scared to approach people, especially someone like you—cool, impressive, and the same gender. I’m even more hesitant.”

“Why? Do I seem scary?”

“Not scary, just… I have childhood trauma. I was bullied by female classmates for a long time…” As the youngest award-winning actress, Song Lingshu’s strength wasn’t just technique but empathy.

Even recounting Yu Qin’s past, she immersed herself, eyes reddening as her voice trembled. “I really want to be friends with you all, but it feels like you don’t like me, so I’m too scared to get close…”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” Guan Yue said, not expecting this backstory. She wiped a tear from Song Lingshu’s cheek, then the toothpaste foam at her mouth. “Finish brushing, then we’ll talk, okay?”

Song Lingshu nodded. Looking in the mirror, she saw her red eyes and foamy mouth, pointing at her reflection and bursting into laughter.

Her laugh was infectious. Guan Yue glanced at her carefree smile, her own eyes gradually filling with amusement, unconsciously reaching to pat her head.

After lights out, Guan Yue couldn’t sleep, staring at the person in the other bed.

In the dark, Song Lingshu suddenly spoke. “Are you feeling sorry for me?”

Guan Yue startled. “You’re not asleep?”

“Nope. Your gaze is burning; how could I sleep?” Song Lingshu teased.

“…Speak normally.”

Song Lingshu chuckled, softly sighing, “Commander Guan, you’re so nice. I wish I’d befriended you sooner.”

If Yu Qin had connected with the warm-hearted Guan Yue earlier, she’d have had a friend to talk to in the villa. She wouldn’t have fixated on Zheng Haonan, who helped her with luggage on day one, nor fallen for him and stubbornly pursued him, leading to online hate and ending her life early.

“It’s not too late now,” Guan Yue said.

Song Lingshu smiled, rolling over to face her. “Good, we’re friends now.”

“Yep. You can tell me anything,” Guan Yue said with a gentle smile.

“Really? There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while…” Song Lingshu hesitated.

“What?”

“You seem to have gained a bit of weight since you got here.”

“Shut up!”

Song Lingshu’s big mouth felt good in the moment but regretted it later. Now, no one would join her for late-night barbecue.

The next day, with classes only in the afternoon, Song Lingshu slept in, yawning as she went downstairs. Hearing noise from the kitchen, she ran over excitedly. “Aya, what’s for breakfast?”

“Who’re you calling Aya?” The person in the kitchen turned to face her.

“Commander, you’re cooking? No work today?” Song Lingshu stepped forward, delighted, peering into the pan where Guan Yue had just poured oil.

“No big plans this morning. I’ll go after breakfast. What do you want? I’ll make it,” Guan Yue said.

“Wow, I want Dongpo pork, crystal shrimp dumplings, snowflake chicken, and corn rib soup.”

“…” Guan Yue, who’d planned to just whip up egg fried rice, wanted to slap her talkative self.

“Need help?” Song Lingshu asked eagerly.

“Yes.”

“Great, what do I do?”

“Make Dongpo pork, crystal shrimp dumplings, snowflake chicken, and corn rib soup.”

“No problem… wait, what?” Song Lingshu blinked, confirming with her. Guan Yue calmly said, “I don’t know how to make those.”

They stared at each other, then Song Lingshu laughed, opening the fridge to grab ingredients. “Fine, leave it to me.”

“You actually know how?” Guan Yue was stunned.

“It’s just cooking. Easy.”

Both Yu Qin and Song Lingshu were great cooks. Song Lingshu learned to cook for herself as a kid. Once she earned money, she splurged on ingredients to experiment with recipes.

But cooking a big spread and eating alone felt lonely, so as work got busier, she rarely cooked.

“You’ve never cooked here before,” Guan Yue said, amazed, watching Song Lingshu stir-fry skillfully, even flipping the pan.

“No chance. I offered once but got turned down.”

The kitchen was a key spot in dating shows, showcasing charm and fostering flirty teamwork.

Yu Qin had once volunteered to cook dinner for everyone, but Aya and Zheng Haonan were already in the kitchen. She asked them separately, but Aya was too busy to respond, and Zheng Haonan sent her back to the living room to wait.

Viewers called her scheming for trying to show off her skills.

Her one attempt at socializing was shut down, and Yu Qin never offered to cook again.

Guan Yue pieced it together from her brief words, looking at her focused, beautiful profile. “If they won’t eat, I will. Cook whatever you want, and I’ll eat it all.”

“Really?!” Song Lingshu looked at her, thrilled.

For some reason, Guan Yue felt a twinge of unease seeing her bright, expectant eyes.

An hour later, facing a table of seven or eight dishes, her hunch was right.

She’d never seen someone so addicted to cooking.

“You made so much. Can we finish it?” Guan Yue asked cautiously.

“Didn’t you say you’d eat whatever I made?” Song Lingshu replied.

“But this is way too much!”

“Whoops, I made one extra dish.”

“…” Just one extra?

Then, Male 3, Chen Yueming, came downstairs, stunned by the spread. “Did you order takeout?”

“Nope, she made it all,” Guan Yue said, pointing at Song Lingshu.

Chen Yueming’s jaw dropped. “For real?”

“You’re just in time. Sit and eat; we need help,” Song Lingshu said, grabbing utensils. The three dug in.

Guan Yue picked up a shrimp dumpling. The skin was thin, the shrimp firm and fresh, not greasy. Her eyes lit up, giving Song Lingshu a silent thumbs-up.

“So good!” Chen Yueming praised loudly, raving about her skills while eating.

Song Lingshu propped her chin, smiling as she watched them eat, soaking in their compliments.

“Why aren’t you eating? Why just watch us?” Guan Yue asked.

“I’m happy. I love seeing people enjoy my food,” Song Lingshu said, content.

“Don’t stare. Eating looks ugly,” Guan Yue said, putting a big chicken leg in her bowl. “Eat.”

They ate until stuffed but couldn’t finish. Chen Yueming suggested storing leftovers in the fridge to reheat later, and Guan Yue agreed.

After cleaning the kitchen, Song Lingshu changed into long pants, a short-sleeve top, and sunglasses to head out.

“Going out?” Chen Yueming asked.

“Yep, to work.”

“I’ll drive you,” he offered.

“No need, aren’t you sick today? Rest up,” Song Lingshu said. “I brought cold medicine. It’s under the TV cabinet. Take it later.”

Chen Yueming’s heart stirred. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Bye.” Song Lingshu waved coolly, hopping down the steps, her hair catching the sunlight.

Not just Chen Yueming was captivated; Guan Yue glanced at her, then looked forward, only to hear an excited shout, “Commander Guan!”

Turning back, she saw Song Lingshu jog up, immediately reaching to touch her helmet.

“You’re riding this to work?” Song Lingshu eagerly touched the helmet, then the motorcycle.

“Problem?”

“So cool!” Song Lingshu looked her up and down, increasingly impressed.

The sleek black motorcycle had perfect lines. Guan Yue propped it with one long leg, the other on the pedal, wearing a black helmet. Her curved figure contrasted with the bike’s ruggedness, exuding unique charm.

“I want to ride it too. Commander Guan, can I sit in the back?”

“Where you headed?”

“South University. You?”

“Company. Not on the way. Bye.” Guan Yue lowered her visor, ready to go, but Song Lingshu grabbed her sleeve.

“Commander, just a short ride,” Song Lingshu pleaded. “Please, even just to the next block, okay?”

Guan Yue didn’t respond.

“Please? I’ll treat you to barbecue, hotpot, rice, big plate chicken…”

Guan Yue’s lips twitched. “Get on.”

“You’re the best!” Song Lingshu grinned, hopping onto the back, wrapping her arms around Guan Yue’s waist, snuggling close, and shouting, “I’m ready, let’s go!”

Guan Yue glanced at the slender hands, then at the comfy passenger, her face flushing. “You’re holding too tight. Let me breathe.”