[Quick Transmigration] Taking the Mission to Save the Female Supporting Characters (GL) - Chapter 7: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Role in the Dating Show World (7)

Chapter 7: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Character in the Romance Reality Show World (7)

When Song Lingshu woke up, it was already the next day.

She blinked, feeling a bit dazed about which world’s hospital room she was in, until she heard footsteps and turned to look. Several guests from the villa had come to visit her.

“Yu Qin, are you okay?” Aya, holding a bouquet of flowers, led the group and immediately asked about her condition.

“I…” Song Lingshu started to answer, but her voice was hoarse. She coughed twice, glanced around, and reached for the cup on the table, only for someone to grab it first.

“Sit up properly.” Guan Yue came out of the bathroom, picked up the cup, and helped her drink, then explained to the others, “She ate too much last night, threw up twice in the middle of the night, but she’ll be fine after half a day of observation.”

“That was careless. Have you two eaten breakfast? We brought some for you.” Chen Yueming said, placing a bag of breakfast items on the table.

“Thanks.” After drinking water, Song Lingshu felt much better. Noticing the camera trailing the guests, she guessed Guan Yue had informed the production team about her situation, so the guests had come out of courtesy to show concern.

Her relationships with the others were average, so after the visit, they left for work, leaving only Guan Yue and a single camera behind.

“Commander Guan, you should head to the company. I can go back on my own later,” Song Lingshu said.

But Guan Yue didn’t leave. Instead, she opened her phone, messaged her secretary, and said, “It’s fine. I’ll go in the afternoon.”

Song Lingshu thought for a moment and decided to return the favor. In front of the camera, she asked, “Is your company an independent clothing brand?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have anything that’d suit me? I could model for you for free,” Song Lingshu said proudly.

“Get better first,” Guan Yue glanced at her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine soon.” Song Lingshu pulled out her phone. “What’s your brand called again? If you don’t gift me something, I’ll buy it myself.”

“YueLand,” Guan Yue said without thinking, then realized something and shot her a puzzled look behind the camera.

Song Lingshu winked quickly, then muttered as she searched, “YueLand, right? Found it! Let’s see what nice clothes they have… Oh? I love this one!”

Guan Yue leaned over to look—it was a dress. Generously, she said, “When you’re better, I’ll give it to you.”

“Thank you, Commander Guan!” Song Lingshu added, “But if you only give it to me, won’t the others get jealous? Why not gift everyone something?”

“…” Talk about taking advantage!

Song Lingshu laughed. The brand was niche, but since Guan Yue joined the show to boost its visibility, some effort was needed. With Guan Yue’s straightforward and reserved personality, she clearly hadn’t considered the “endorsement” route.

Song Lingshu picked out outfits for each guest based on their looks and figures, then handed the list to Guan Yue. “I’m buying these as a thank-you for the breakfast everyone prepared.”

How could Guan Yue let her pay? She instructed her secretary to package the outfits. When filming started, she’d planned to gift everyone clothes at the finale for free brand promotion, but she hadn’t expected it to happen now—and Song Lingshu’s taste was surprisingly spot-on, picking out all her favorite designs.

“When we have time, let’s go to a fashion show,” Song Lingshu invited.

“You like fashion shows?” Guan Yue was surprised.

“Of course.” Song Lingshu rattled off the characteristics of various luxury brand clothing. Guan Yue’s expression grew more intrigued, but she only asked faintly, “Did you study design too?”

“No, just well-practiced,” Song Lingshu said with a mysterious smile.

In the morning, the doctor checked her and confirmed she could be discharged. Song Lingshu bounced out of the hospital with Guan Yue, paying back the fees Guan Yue had covered.

Stepping out of the hospital, Song Lingshu stretched lazily.

Guan Yue, however, remembered something else—Song Lingshu’s parents hadn’t come to visit her at all.

“Are you going to school now?” Guan Yue asked.

“No classes today, so I can rest. You? Heading to the company?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I tag along and check out your company?” Song Lingshu asked.

“There’s nothing fun about the company, and I can’t keep you entertained.”

“No problem, I just need somewhere to hang out.”

“Fine, but don’t wander around.”

“Got it!”

They went to the company together, with the camera following.

The staff, notified in advance, scrambled to prepare for the filming. They didn’t know what would air, but appearances had to be maintained.

The secretary hurriedly tidied the office, only to see the boss walk in with a beautiful woman—clearly one of the show’s female guests.

“Wow, sleek and clean—your style, right?” Song Lingshu exclaimed upon entering, then sat obediently on the sofa, picking up a company magazine. “Pretend I’m not here.”

Guan Yue, busy meeting with designers, left her in the office.

Song Lingshu glanced at the camera following her, covered her face with the magazine, and closed her eyes to nap.

The cameraman filmed for a while, but seeing she was genuinely asleep, he switched to filming Guan Yue’s work. Since design was sensitive, after discussion, they kept only quick shots to show her decisive, efficient side.

Guan Yue was pleased. These clips would boost YueLand’s visibility.

Back in the office, she saw the sleeping figure, walked over, and cautiously lifted the magazine. But Song Lingshu suddenly woke, screaming as if from a nightmare, then stood and hugged her tightly.

Guan Yue froze.

The cameraman, thrilled to finally have material, zoomed in and circled them, filming like it was a cheesy drama.

Guan Yue: “…”

A moment later, she felt a cool sensation on her neck. Looking down at the still-shaken Song Lingshu, she patted her back unconsciously and asked softly, “What’s wrong? Nightmare?”

Song Lingshu slowly opened her eyes, lashes wet with tears. She caught a comforting scent and, without thinking, inhaled deeply. “Is that crabapple?”

Guan Yue suppressed the itch on her neck, ignoring the ambiguous act of Song Lingshu sniffing her neck, and replied, “Yeah.”

Today’s perfume had a crabapple base note.

“You like it?”

Song Lingshu nodded, belatedly letting go, embarrassed. “Sorry, I had a nightmare.”

“It’s okay. Maybe you didn’t sleep well last night. Why don’t you head back to the villa to rest? I’ll be back soon,” Guan Yue suggested.

“I’m fine now.” Song Lingshu patted her cheeks, and when she looked up, she was all smiles again. She pulled Guan Yue to sit, opened the magazine to a page, and asked, “Did you design this?”

“Yeah,” Guan Yue replied.

“You’re amazing! This is so cool. Where’d you get the inspiration?”

Meeting her admiring, expectant gaze, Guan Yue took it seriously. “From people who don’t talk much, hoping they can express their personality through clothing.”

“Are these part of a series?”

“No, the one next to it is…”

They went back and forth, the cameraman tirelessly filming. To capture the “CP” vibe the director wanted, he recorded every interaction, unaware the scene looked more like an interview.

In the evening, Guan Yue finished work and took Song Lingshu back to the villa. This time, she drove a car instead of the motorcycle.

“Why not the bike?” Song Lingshu asked, disappointed.

“Guess why?” Guan Yue shot her a look. Who was it that nearly puked on her bike last night? And who grabbed her chest to brake?!

She couldn’t think about it—her bl00d pressure, lungs, and face would explode.

She touched her face discreetly; it was getting hot.

When Song Lingshu opened the passenger door, the cameraman grabbed it too. They locked eyes, and Song Lingshu thought he was being nosy.

The cameraman thought she was clueless—he just wanted to install a front-facing camera. Did she have to give him such a dangerous look?

After he explained, Song Lingshu let go, sat in the passenger seat, and rested against the chair.

At the villa, the others had eaten dinner, but Chen Yueming kindly saved a portion. “Yu Qin, do you eat tomato beef brisket? I’ll heat it up.”

The others were surprised by Chen Yueming’s change in attitude. Guan Yue also eyed the overly attentive Chen Yueming suspiciously.

“There’s food?” Song Lingshu checked the kitchen, but there was only a small portion of brisket—not enough for two. So, she grabbed some leftover rice to make egg fried rice.

Chen Yueming helped, asking about her health and chatting about movies.

With the kitchen occupied, the second male and female leads breathed a sigh of relief, hoping these two would pair up, reducing competition.

Zheng Haonan, however, was curious why Chen Yueming suddenly liked Yu Qin. And Yu Qin’s attitude lately was odd.

Then a third person joined the kitchen.

Guan Yue squeezed in, asking, “What are you making?”

“Egg fried rice. Want some?” Song Lingshu asked with a smile.

“Yeah.”

“Then help wash the green onions.”

“I’ll do it. I’m great at washing veggies,” Chen Yueming said, grabbing the onions, but he felt a dangerous stare. Confused, he looked at Guan Yue, wondering what she was looking at. Who was she jealous of?

“Fine, Commander, you just wait to eat,” Song Lingshu said with a laugh.

Guan Yue, displeased, went to the living room to wait. Not that anyone noticed her mood—her face was always cold.

Soon, hot egg fried rice was ready. Song Lingshu warmed the brisket, and they ate together.

“You don’t like brisket?” Song Lingshu noticed Guan Yue only ate the rice, not touching the brisket.

“Yeah.”

“Should’ve ordered takeout,” Song Lingshu said.

“With your stomach, you still dare order takeout?”

“…I dare.”

Guan Yue glared, and Song Lingshu meekly focused on eating.

After dinner, it was time to write letters. As usual, Song Lingshu wrote to Guan Yue, thanking her for staying up all night at the hospital.

She also received a letter from Chen Yueming, asking about her health again and inviting her to a movie.

Song Lingshu set it aside, then picked up another unexpected letter, wondering who it was from. Opening it, she saw it was from Guan Yue!

The egg fried rice was delicious.

Beaming, Song Lingshu ran upstairs with the letter. Guan Yue was lying in bed with a face mask. Song Lingshu dove onto her bed, nuzzling her head. “Hehe, Commander Guan, you wrote me a letter!”

“Don’t mess up my mask,” Guan Yue said, tilting her head to dodge.

Song Lingshu looked up, admiring her elegant neckline, and said, “Commander, can I sleep here tonight?”

“Your bed’s right there. Can’t even make it that far?” Guan Yue teased.

“Yeah, I wanna sleep with you. It’s cozy.” Song Lingshu slipped into her covers. “It’s not like we haven’t slept together. Last night’s bed was so narrow, and we managed.”