Chapter 53: The Hated Miss of the Dating Show (2)

Chapter 53: The Least-Liked Socialite on the Dating Show (2)

The system watched anxiously from the side and whispered a reminder, "Tang Qing, because of your attitude just now, Mi Yang's Love Points have dropped by another 2. It's now at -30."

"Will this really work? With this kind of personality, will Mi Yang actually fall for you in the end?"

Tang Qing was pulling open the wardrobe, looking at everything that belonged to the original female lead, and said confidently, "Of course. When someone truly likes you, they'll put up with even the worst temper."

"From now on, I'll be the charmingly spoiled socialite." Although the original female lead was a fake socialite, she had good taste in clothes, opting for classic pieces from designer brands—styles that were hard to mess up.

The only problem was that because they were classic designs, it was easy to tell they were counterfeits.

"Where did I buy these clothes?" Tang Qing asked the system mentally.

"Mostly through a personal shopper. You still have the agent’s contact on your WeChat," the system checked the original plot and continued, "Sun Ziang uses the same personal shopper as you, so he found out you were wearing fakes."

"That guy's a creep. He saw you were pretty and had a good figure, so he used the fakes to blackmail you. After sleeping with you, he exposed everything."

"No wonder the original female lead ended up choosing him." After understanding the situation, Tang Qing quickly came up with a plan. "Find me a lawyer now and send a cease-and-desist letter to my personal shopper."

The system didn't understand and asked, "Why?"

"Basically, say I didn’t know the agent was selling counterfeits and that I was scammed. Demand that she pay me three times the amount." Narrowing her eyes, Tang Qing thought about how Sun Ziang might try to use the fakes against her later and grinned slyly. "Trying to scheme against me won't be that easy."

"Since Sun Ziang uses the same personal shopper, he must've bought a lot of fakes too. Tell the agent that if she wants me to drop the lawsuit, she has to send me Sun Ziang’s chat logs and purchase records."

Suddenly understanding Tang Qing’s plan, the system brightened. "Oh, I see now!"

"Heh, Tang Qing, you're a quick thinker. Even if Sun Ziang exposes you later, we won’t have to worry!"

More often than not, the system couldn’t help but admire Tang Qing’s cleverness. This woman truly lived up to her role as the scheming rival in the story, always finding solutions to problems in the blink of an eye.

In this world, Tang Qing’s character was a wealthy heiress, so she was well-put-together in every aspect—face, looks, and figure, all impeccable.

But the original female lead probably didn’t truly understand what a real heiress was like. Her styling imitated TV drama tropes: tweed blazers with wavy curls, always accessorized with matching headbands. At first glance, it wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t outstanding either.

Casually running her fingers through her curls, Tang Qing picked out a kimono-style sleepwear, with a hem just short enough to reveal her thighs.

The sleepwear was plain, without any extra embellishments. Tang Qing chose a Gucci silk scarf and did a side braid, letting it fall over her chest.

With just a few simple touches, Tang Qing’s entire aura changed. If a moment ago she had been the cookie-cutter romance-novel heiress, now she was a stunning bombshell.

The newly braided plait had a few strands pulled out deliberately to create a slightly messy, lived-in look, adding to the effortless elegance.

A real heiress carried her pride and arrogance in her bones. She wouldn’t strain to maintain a persona just for a show. The original female lead’s little Chanel jackets were too rigid.

And so, with cat-like grace, Tang Qing elegantly descended the stairs.

The moment she appeared on screen, viewers were stunned, almost unable to recognize her:

"What the hell? Is that really Tang Qing, that drama queen?"

"It's been a week since the show started, and she finally ditched those little Chanel jackets. I thought they were welded to her body."

"I must be bewitched. Did you see how she walked down the stairs just now? Damn, just those few steps almost had me hypnotized..."

Her aura was completely different now. The Tang Qing on screen was like an elegant, noble cat—born with poise, neither seeking approval nor caring what others thought of her.

Tang Qing headed downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

After quickly checking with the system, I got a rough idea of what had happened downstairs earlier. An Shenshen, trying to play up her wholesome homemaker image, had prepared a plate of spaghetti for each guest.

An Shenshen’s cooking skills were definitely lacking, but the other guests, out of politeness, took a couple polite bites. Only Tang Qing straight-up said it was gross, which hurt An Shenshen’s feelings and caused that earlier drama.

Downstairs now was just one person—the fourth female guest, Wen Yixuan. According to the plot, she's an easygoing, no-filter manga artist who’s pretty much what you see is what you get.

“Tang Qing, you came down?” Wen Yixuan really meant it, too—despite Tang Qing’s earlier behavior, she still greeted her warmly. “Are you hungry? I just checked the kitchen—there’s nothing in there.”

Wen Yixuan clutched her stomach, looking totally miserable.

She didn’t have the heart to say it before, but An Shenshen’s pasta was basically inedible. Wen Yixuan had only managed two bites before putting her chopsticks down, and now she was so hungry she was seeing stars.

Tang Qing glanced at Wen Yixuan, who wore her heart on her sleeve. “I’ll whip up some noodles. Want some?”

“Huh? More noodles?” Her first reaction was to refuse, but then Wen Yixuan suddenly remembered something. “Wait—you, a spoiled rich girl, can cook?”

It was hard to believe. In Wen Yixuan’s mind, Tang Qing had been acting all high and mighty since she arrived, wouldn’t lift a finger—first saying her nails were freshly done, then complaining about not wanting to sweat…

Seeing right through Wen Yixuan’s skepticism, Tang Qing turned and walked into the kitchen without another word. “Whatever.”

Wen Yixuan blinked her big eyes as she watched Tang Qing effortlessly get the pan going, turn on the stove, and wash the vegetables with practiced ease.

Still in her pajamas, hair casually falling around her face, Tang Qing seemed to be in a good mood, a little smile playing on her lips.

Wen Yixuan couldn’t help noticing how Tang Qing… genuinely looked like she belonged here, completely at home and totally relaxed.

The noodles were ready fast—just a simple green vegetable and shredded pork noodle dish, nothing fancy. But the moment they hit the table, Wen Yixuan got hit with this amazing smell.

Wait… did these actually smell good?

Her eyes locked onto Tang Qing, who hadn’t even offered her a bite yet, but was already picking up her chopsticks and taking the first mouthful.

Smells amazing!

This time, Wen Yixuan could tell for sure—it really *was* delicious!

It was just a basic veggie and pork noodle bowl—how could it look this good? Her mouth watering, Wen Yixuan finally gave in. “Um… is there any left?”

“In the pot. Serve yourself.”

“Got it!” She shot into the kitchen and eagerly scooped herself a bowl. The first bite felt like heaven in her mouth.

“Oh my god, Tang Qing! How did you do this?”

“This is seriously amazing!”

Totally unexpected. Who knew this spoiled rich girl could throw down in the kitchen like this? Wen Yixuan had never imagined noodles could taste this good.

In that moment, all those labels—rude, domineering, arrogant—melted away. Wen Yixuan had an epiphany!

This wasn’t just some feisty angel… this was a goddess with attitude who just happened to make the best noodles ever!