Chapter 7: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Love Variety Show World (7)

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

She blinked her eyes, momentarily confused about which world’s hospital room she was lying in. Hearing footsteps, she turned her head to see several guests from the villa visiting her.

“Yu Qin, are you okay?” A Ya walked in first, holding a bouquet of flowers, immediately asking about her condition.

“I…” Song Lingshu started to answer, but her voice came out dry and hoarse. She coughed twice, glanced around, and reached for the cup on the bedside table, but someone beat her to it.

“Sit tight.” Guan Yue emerged from the bathroom, picked up the cup, and helped her drink some water. Then she explained the situation to the others. “She ate too much last night and threw up twice in the middle of the night. She’ll need to be observed for half a day more.”

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

“Thanks.” After drinking the water, Song Lingshu felt much better. Noticing the camera following the guests, she guessed that Guan Yue had informed the program team about her condition, so the guests had come early in the morning out of human decency to check on her.

But her relationships with the others were average. After they finished their visit, they had to go to work, leaving only Guan Yue and a single camera behind.

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

But Guan Yue didn’t leave. Instead, she opened her phone and sent a message to her secretary. “It’s fine. I can go over in the afternoon.”

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

“Mm.”

“Do you have any clothes that would fit me? I can model for you for free,” Song Lingshu said smugly.

“Get better first, then we’ll talk.” Guan Yue shot her a glance.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine soon.” Song Lingshu pulled out her phone. “What’s your brand called again? If you won’t give me any, I’ll buy some myself.”

“YueLand.” Guan Yue blurted it out, then realized what she had done. Turning away from the camera, she gave Song Lingshu a questioning look.

Song Lingshu quickly winked at her, then started searching while mumbling to herself. “YueLand, right? Found it! Let me see what nice clothes there are… Huh? I love this one!”

Guan Yue leaned in to look. It was a dress. She generously said, “Once you’re better, I’ll give it to you.”

“Thank you, Commander Guan!” Song Lingshu continued, “But if you only give it to me, won’t the others get jealous? Why don’t you give one to everyone?”

“…” This was the definition of pushing your luck.

Song Lingshu laughed. The brand was relatively niche, and since Guan Yue joined the show to increase its visibility, she needed to put in some effort. But looking at Guan Yue’s straightforward and rather quiet personality, she probably hadn’t even thought about the “endorsement” route.

Song Lingshu picked out a set for each guest based on their face shape and body type, then handed them to Guan Yue. “I’ll buy these sets as a thank-you gift for everyone who prepared breakfast for me.”

Guan Yue couldn’t let her actually pay, so she had no choice but to instruct her secretary to gift-wrap all the sets. She had actually thought about giving everyone clothes at the end of the show to promote her brand for free, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so early—and the person picking the clothes had surprisingly good taste, even selecting all her favorite styles.

“When you have time, let’s go watch a fashion show together,” Song Lingshu invited.

“You like watching shows too?” Guan Yue was surprised.

“Of course.” Song Lingshu began rattling off the characteristics of various luxury brand garments. The expression on Guan Yue’s face grew more and more animated, but in the end, she only asked lightly, “Did you study design?”

“Nothing special, just practice.” Song Lingshu smiled mysteriously.

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

Standing outside the hospital entrance, Song Lingshu stretched.

Guan Yue thought of another matter—her parents hadn’t even come to the hospital to see her once.

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

“I don’t have class today, so I can rest for the day. What about you? Going to the company?”

“Mm.”

“Can I come to your company and hang out?” Song Lingshu asked.

“What’s fun about the company? I can’t keep playing with you all the time.”

“It’s okay, I just need somewhere to go,” Song Lingshu said.

“Alright, but don’t go running off.”

“No problem!”

The two went to the company together, and the camera followed.

The employees at the company had been notified in advance and hurriedly adjusted their demeanor to handle the emergency filming situation. Even though they didn’t know which parts would air, they had to at least look good on the surface.

The secretary frantically tidied up the office just in time to see the boss walk in with a beautiful woman—clearly one of the female guests from the show.

“Wow, simple and clean. That’s your style, isn’t it?” Song Lingshu exclaimed as soon as she entered. She then obediently sat on the sofa and picked up a company magazine to read. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

Guan Yue was busy communicating with the designers, so she had to leave her in the office.

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

The photographer filmed her for a while, but when he realized she was really asleep, he had no choice but to go film Guan Yue’s work. However, since it involved design trade secrets, after negotiations, only a few quick shots were kept to showcase her efficient and decisive side.

Guan Yue was quite satisfied. As long as these clips aired, YueLand’s visibility would increase.

She returned to the office and saw the sleeping figure. She walked over, looked at her for a moment, then carefully lifted the magazine from her face. But unexpectedly, the other person suddenly woke up as if from a nightmare, screamed, stood up, and grabbed Guan Yue in a tight hug.

Guan Yue froze on the spot.

At that moment, the photographer, as if finally finding some good footage, zoomed in frantically, circling around them, capturing the feel of a low-budget idol drama.

Guan Yue: “…”

A moment later, a cool sensation spread across her neck. She froze, looked down at the person who still hadn’t snapped out of it, and unconsciously patted her on the back, speaking softly. “What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”

Song Lingshu slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes still wet with tears. Her nose caught a reassuring scent, and for a moment, she didn’t care about anything else. She took a deep breath, smelling it twice, and asked, “Is it the scent of Begonia flowers?”

Guan Yue tried her best to suppress the ticklish feeling on her neck, deliberately ignoring the ambiguous gesture of the other person hugging her neck and sniffing. “Mm.”

The base note of today’s perfume was indeed Begonia flower.

“You like it?”

Song Lingshu nodded. Then, realizing what she had done, she awkwardly let go and said, “Sorry, I just had a nightmare.”

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

“It’s fine, I’m better now.” Song Lingshu patted her face and looked up again with a bright smile. She pulled Guan Yue to sit down, picked up the magazine, and flipped to a page. “Is this piece designed by you?”

Guan Yue replied, “Yes.”

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

Meeting her worshipful and expectant gaze, Guan Yue unconsciously took the question seriously. “I got the inspiration from people who don’t like to talk. I hope they can express their personalities through clothing.”

“Are these a series?”

“No, that one next to it is…”

The two exchanged questions and answers while the photographer tirelessly filmed. To achieve the “CP” vibe the director wanted, he captured every interaction where they were in the same frame, completely unaware that the scene looked more like an interview.

In the evening, Guan Yue finished her day’s work and brought Song Lingshu back to the villa. This time, she didn’t take the motorcycle but switched to a four-wheeled car.

“Ah, why isn’t it the motorcycle?” Song Lingshu said regretfully.

“What do you think?” Guan Yue gave her a sidelong glance. Who was the one who almost threw up riding on her bike last night? And who grabbed her chest and used it as a brake?!

She couldn’t think about it; just remembering made her blood rush to her heart, her lungs, and her face.

She secretly touched her face—it was starting to burn.

When Song Lingshu opened the passenger door, the photographer also held onto it. The two exchanged a look, and Song Lingshu felt the photographer was being a bit clueless.

The photographer also thought Song Lingshu didn’t understand the situation. He just wanted to install a front-facing camera—what was the need for such a dangerous look?

After the photographer explained his intention, Song Lingshu let go and happily climbed into the passenger seat, leaning back to rest for a while.

When they arrived at the villa, the others had already eaten dinner. But Chen Yueming had kindly saved a portion of food. “Yu Qin, do you eat tomato beef brisket? I’ll heat it up for you.”

The others were a bit surprised by Chen Yueming’s change in attitude. Guan Yue also stared suspiciously at his eagerness to please.

“There’s rice, right?” Song Lingshu went to the kitchen and saw only a small portion of beef brisket—nowhere near enough for two people. So she picked up the leftover rice and decided to make egg fried rice.

Chen Yueming helped out on the side, asking about her health one moment and talking about movie plots the next.

With the two of them occupying the kitchen, the second male lead and second female lead secretly breathed a sigh of relief, hoping they would end up together—that would mean one less competitor.

Zheng Haonan, however, was curious about why Chen Yueming had suddenly developed feelings for Yu Qin. And Yu Qin’s attitude over the past few days had been very strange.

At that moment, a third person joined the kitchen.

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

“Egg fried rice. Want some?” Song Lingshu smiled.

“Yes.”

“Then help wash the green onions.”

“Let me do it. I’m great at washing vegetables.” Chen Yueming snatched the green onions away, but felt a dangerous glare. Confused, he looked at Guan Yue, wondering what she was staring at. Was she jealous of him or what?

“Alright, Commander, just wait to eat,” Song Lingshu laughed.

Guan Yue went to the living room to wait in displeasure. Of course, even if she was displeased, no one would notice—she always had that cold face anyway.

Soon, the steaming egg fried rice was ready. Song Lingshu also heated up the beef brisket, and they ate together.

“You don’t like beef brisket?” Song Lingshu noticed Guan Yue only ate the egg fried rice and didn’t touch the brisket at all.

“Mm.”

“I should have ordered takeout,” Song Lingshu said.

“With your stomach? Still dare to order takeout?”

“… Dare.”

Guan Yue shot her a glare, and Song Lingshu cowardly buried her head in her food.

After dinner, it was time to write letters again. Song Lingshu, as usual, wrote to Guan Yue, thanking her for spending the night at the hospital.

She also received a letter from Chen Yueming, once again expressing concern for her health and inviting her to watch a movie together.

Song Lingshu put down that letter and picked up another unexpected one. She thought for a long time about who it could be from, and when she opened it, she was surprised to see it was from Guan Yue!

—The egg fried rice was delicious.

Song Lingshu beamed with joy, grabbed the letter, and ran upstairs. Guan Yue was lying in bed with a face mask on. Song Lingshu dove into Guan Yue’s bed and nuzzled her head. “Hehe, Commander Guan, you actually wrote me a letter.”

“Don’t rub off my face mask.” Guan Yue tilted her head back to avoid her nuzzling.

Song Lingshu looked up and saw the elegant, captivating line of Guan Yue’s neck. “Commander, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Isn’t your bed right next to mine? Can’t you even walk that short distance?” Guan Yue teased.

“Mm, I want to sleep with you. It’s warm.” Song Lingshu snuggled into her blanket. “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before. We even slept in that narrow hospital bed last night.”