The Green Tea Actress Has Too Much After-Show Drama - Chapter 3

“Hey, why did you push me?”

Sensing the distraction and resistance in Qiu An’s arms, Ran Long broke off their increasingly lingering kiss. She opened her eyes in anger, her brows furrowing into a deep frown, her voice dripping with displeasure.

Perhaps the RV’s air conditioning wasn’t working properly, because the cramped cabin was stifling, turning Qiu An’s face as red as a steamed crab shell.

Even the heavy makeup she wore for the cameras couldn’t conceal this vivid blush. Like ink bleeding into water, the crimson flush spread downward along the beauty mark on her neck, disappearing only beneath the loosely fastened collar.

Unfortunately, Qiu An was wearing an ivory-white shirt, making the rolling crimson even more striking.

Fortunately, the shirt had long sleeves, blocking the light and concealing the color that had been painted even onto her arms.

Qiu An panted softly, her lips still moist and full from Ran Long’s kiss.

Ran Long’s gaze slowly slid down from Qiu An’s lips to her throat, finally settling on the collar of her shirt—a collar that threatened to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of spring with the slightest movement. Like a lecherous rogue, Ran Long narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, and swallowed hard.

Qiu An…

Back then, you stole my life with these very seductive tricks, didn’t you?

“Someone’s coming,” Qiu An said, gently twisting out of Ran Long’s embrace. “The door’s not closed.”

Ran Long didn’t try to stop her, letting Qiu An slip away like a mermaid. The breeze she stirred lifted the crimson skirt beneath her shirt, tickling Ran Long’s calves.

Before Qiu An could take a step, Ran Long’s hand shot out, seizing her wrist.

A movie star with such frail arms? She looked better when I’d just fattened her up.

Before Qiu An could react, Ran Long yanked her wrist sharply, pulling her back. Qiu An stumbled backward, her right foot landing awkwardly, and she fell back onto Ran Long’s lap.

Qiu An let out a soft groan, steadying herself against the seat to sit up straight. Her cheeks still flushed, but her expression remained calm and restrained, showing no anger.

Seeing her lack of anger, Ran Long grew irritated. Why is she looking at me like I’m a child throwing a tantrum? I’m only four years older! What’s with this “older sister” act?

Ran Long sank deeper into the seat, leaning back against the chair.

She met Qiu An’s condescending gaze and chuckled softly, spreading her legs and tugging Qiu An back into her lap.

The pose was undeniably suggestive, but remembering Qiu An’s small frame pressed against her knees moments ago, Ran Long felt an irresistible urge to tease her.

Qiu An remained silent, gently pulling her arm in the opposite direction to protest.

“Sit here. I cleared a spot just for you.”

“No, thank you.”

“What are you worried about? Because there’s someone outside?” Ran Long pointed toward the car door, and Qiu An’s gaze drifted outward.

“Or is it because there’s someone here?” Ran Long’s hand moved from the door to Qiu An’s chest, her fingers pressing against the curve of her br3ast.

As if by reflex, Qiu An slapped Ran Long’s hand away.

“Hey, what was that for? I’m not going to grope you! What’s wrong with a little touch? If you don’t like it, just touch me back!”

Ran Long tried to sound tough, but the thought of Qiu An touching her chest sent a chill racing from her toes to the crown of her head.

Ran Long’s voice had grown louder, and Qiu An glanced back at the door several more times.

“Afraid of people outside the car? Isn’t your team supposed to be the strongest PR in the entertainment industry? If you’re really worried about your image being tarnished, just make them disappear.”

Sister Hou, standing outside the door, felt an itch on her nose and scratched it absently, paying no mind as she continued to drift through her thoughts about Ran Long’s actions toward Qiu An.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Qiu An scolded her. “No amount of PR can silence people when the truth comes out.”

“Oh, please! As if you’re some saint!”

The timing of the video’s release—showing Sister Hou slapping both Qiu An and Yuan Chengyin—was suspiciously perfect. Even more telling was how her anger clearly stemmed from the helpless rage of a victim.

Of course, Ran Long didn’t see herself as helpless, merely eager for revenge.

Yet the entire internet, fueled by righteous gossip, had rallied behind Qiu An, launching a relentless online campaign to condemn Ran Long.

Now, the very culprit who refused to sit in her lap had the audacity to post on her Weibo—a platform usually reserved for promotional content—claiming, “It’s all in the past,” “We’ve reconciled and moved on,” and “Please stop criticizing Xiao Ran.”

Heh. Shameless. Who’s moving on with you? Who’s reconciling? Who’s letting go?

If it weren’t for your PR team’s relentless whitewashing, would she have been able to twist herself from victim to perpetrator?

Bullshit.

Just now you were talking about “things I actually did.” As if Qiu An’s dirty deeds were few and far between!

Qiu An knew Ran Long was being sarcastic, but she had already explained the past countless times. She lacked the energy to argue further.

“Besides, even if it leaks, it’ll just generate buzz for the movie, right? I know you and Yuan Chengyin don’t lack attention, but you can never have too much hype, can you?”

“The promotional period hasn’t started yet.”

“Even better! We’re on set—anyone who sues us will be bankrupt in a heartbeat. Wait, are you saying we can go all-out with the publicity after the promotional period ends?”

“……”

“Hey, you’re not regretting this, are you? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? To be your own investor, your own director? And now you want to call it off?”

“I didn’t say I regret it.”

“Then that settles it! Come sit over here!”

Ran Long grabbed Qiu An’s wrist with one hand and placed her other hand on Qiu An’s waist, determined to forcefully pull this “snow lotus” into her arms.

But Qiu An stiffened, still hesitating, her strength far greater than before. Though Ran Long was taller and heavier, years of confinement to her bed and lack of exercise left her unable to budge Qiu An.

Ran Long’s temper flared anew. With her malicious nature, she bullied those weaker than herself, and the sudden display of Qiu An’s strength only fueled her desire to dominate.

Straightening her posture, Ran Long realized that Qiu An, in her character’s signature high heels, still stood taller than her. The thought of standing on tiptoe flashed through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it as too childish.

Instead, Ran Long leaned down, wrapping one arm around Qiu An’s waist and the other around her hip. With a burst of strength, she lifted Qiu An into the air.

Qiu An gasped softly, her hands flying to Ran Long’s shoulders for support. Her body spun lightly in the air before crashing heavily onto the seat.

The impact left Qiu An momentarily dazed, her usually cool expression betraying discomfort. She looked up, meeting Ran Long’s slightly stunned gaze, now inches from her own.

So… she ran out of strength halfway through the lift.

Qiu An’s temper vanished along with Ran Long’s strength.

Ran Long felt a pang of embarrassment, having overestimated her physical strength.

Before filming began, she had gone on a strict diet to look better on camera. The result? She had dropped Qiu An—and her dignity.

Qiu An’s arms were still wrapped around Ran Long’s neck. When Ran Long looked up, their noses brushed lightly.

Ran Long watched Qiu An’s tightly furrowed brows gradually relax, her expression shifting from annoyance to amusement. Before Ran Long could say, “Don’t laugh,” Qiu An’s exquisite face suddenly loomed closer, and a light kiss interrupted her thoughts.

Qiu An tightened her arms around Ran Long and pecked her stunned lips before quickly retreating.

Ran Long’s mind exploded with a thunderous boom. The world blurred, her lips curved into a smile that overflowed with surprise and exhilaration.

Seizing the lingering intimacy, Ran Long withdrew her arm from beneath Qiu An’s hips, gently brushed aside her hand and the strands of hair framing her neck, and threaded her fingers through Qiu An’s hair, her palm cupping the back of her head.

Qiu An removed her arms from Ran Long’s neck and instead rested them on her waist.

Seeing this, Ran Long bent her legs and knelt on the leather seat, positioning her legs on either side of Qiu An, effectively trapping her between her thighs.

Ran Long straightened her back, and Qiu An tilted her head up to meet her gaze, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Ran Long narrowed her eyes and leaned down, her hand resting on Qiu An’s shoulder. Qiu An obediently closed her eyes, her rosy lips parting slightly and tilting upward, every movement observed by Ran Long.

Ran Long’s smile grew bolder.

Playing the “come into my trap” game, are we?

Their lips met, and Ran Long gave Qiu An no time to adjust, immediately thrusting her tongue inside.

This was the scene Sister Hou witnessed when she opened the car door.

Ran Long straddling Qiu An’s lap, locked in a passionate kiss.

In that instant, Sister Hou’s bl00d seemed to rush backward, her brain unable to process the image before her. She stood frozen in the doorway for a moment before remembering she was supposed to be under the car.

Perhaps overwhelmed by nerves, Sister Hou slammed the car door shut with a deafening bang.

One couldn’t blame her. Ever since receiving the invitation from the film crew, she had been consumed by curiosity about the enigmatic relationship between her boss and Qiu An. She couldn’t ask them directly, and the confidentiality agreement surrounding their joint film project prevented her from inquiring with colleagues.

Thus, this professional manager found herself scouring the internet like any gossip-hungry bystander, digging for gold.

Same-s3x romance, love triangles, jealousy, business rivalry, scheming, cheating, mistresses rising to power…

She had read through every version of the scandal, each one juicy and sensational enough to land the leaker in the defendant’s dock. But the stories were so outlandish and unbelievable that she dismissed them entirely.

Yet once you’ve read something like that, it’s hard to forget.

Especially when the protagonists were her own good-for-nothing, ill-tempered artist and the gentle, kind-hearted Best Actress at the peak of her career.

So when she saw them, not on set but locked in a passionate, scandalous embrace less than three meters away, playing out a vivid, sensual scene right before her eyes…

All those lurid stories she’d read before flooded back into her memory. Whose brain wouldn’t overload?

The thunderous slam of the door startled the kissing pair, making them jump apart.

Qiu An looked utterly bewildered, while Ran Long seethed with anger.

Ran Long had immediately recognized the awkward clacking of high heels outside the door—it was Sister Hou, her clumsy, slow-witted assistant who loved to gossip behind her back.

Sister Hou had never worn heels before, so she struggled to walk in them.

What frustrated Ran Long most was that after three or four months—enough time to develop several good habits—this little monkey still hadn’t learned to walk properly. While others glided with a natural “tap-tap” of their forefeet, Sister Hou stomped around with a jarring “clack-clack-clack,” as if trying to punch holes in the concrete.

It was as if she wasn’t wearing “sky-high heels” but rather “earth-flattening heels.” When Ran Long suggested she change shoes, Sister Hou protested that they weren’t “elite” enough. Ran Long couldn’t help but wonder if her own words had caused this overreaction. Sigh.

Ran Long deliberately ignored Sister Hou outside the door, harboring a selfish motive. She was waiting for someone to barge in and witness the scene.

The news of their passionate kiss on set wouldn’t harm her reputation in the slightest—after all, she was already infamous.

Her plan was to drag Qiu An, that pretentious prude, down with her. She wanted Qiu An’s brainless fans to see just how depraved their “untarnished snow lotus of the plateau” truly was behind closed doors.

But why slam the door so violently?! Couldn’t they see she was having fun tormenting Qiu An?

Qiu An stopped kissing, opened her eyes, and craned her neck to see what was happening, but Ran Long pinned her down, rendering her immobile.

Ran Long’s hot breath ghosted across Qiu An’s face as her voice, thick with unsuppressed passion and desire, murmured, “Look at you, drifting off again. Come back to me.”

Before Qiu An could react, Ran Long adjusted her position, flattening Qiu An against the surface and pressing her body down.

This time, the kiss was even more ferocious. Her tongue no longer probed cautiously but plunged recklessly, delving deeper and tangling wildly, without restraint or pattern.

Qiu An couldn’t keep up with Ran Long’s aggressive rhythm. Her breathing quickly became ragged, and scattered pants and moans escaped her lips.

Ran Long listened with growing excitement, her hand instinctively reaching for the buttons at Qiu An’s collar. One by one, she undid them from top to bottom.

The low-cut camisole the artist wore was undeniably sensual.

Her fingers traced the sensitive skin of Qiu An’s chest, sketching the curve of her collarbone and wandering across the soft peaks. In mere seconds, Qiu An’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ran Long was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She finally had the privilege of witnessing Qiu An—the woman who always projected an image of detached indifference, coldness, and aloofness in public—now being pinned down and struggling in the mud, her delicate frame trembling, her composure shattered.

Let’s see if you can emerge from the mud without getting stained.