Chapter 95: The Hated Miss of the Dating Show (44)

Chapter 95: The Dating Show’s Least-Liked Heiress (44)

Filming wrapped for the day, and the production team asked the guests to return to the Love Villa with their selected photos.

To start drama, the production team deliberately invited all the unmatched guests to gather in the living room and gush over today’s couple photoshoots together.

"Hahaha, they’re really starting drama! That’s harsh—Dr. Xiang not only didn’t get to take any photos, but now he has to look at his rival’s pictures too."

"Mi Yang looks like he’s about to kill someone, hahaha! When the staff called him down earlier, his footsteps were so loud!"

"The world just gained a few more heartbroken people."

The comments were full of laughter. Only two couples had successfully matched, and when it became clear that Tang Qing had chosen Su Chengwen, Mi Yang and Xiang Xiuran’s pissed-off looks were obvious even through the screen.

Especially Mi Yang—he’d called out Tang Qing the night before but still hadn’t gotten any answers.

So damn frustrating!

Now, he resembled an angry pufferfish, exuding unmistakably jealous vibes.

She must have done it on purpose!

Why did she have to pick that boring, stiff Su Chengwen? Mi Yang couldn’t understand where he’d gone wrong…

Side-eyeing Xiang Xiuran and seeing his expressionless face, Mi Yang felt slightly better.

Well, at least he wasn’t the only one miserable.

The first to return were Wen Yixuan and Xie Jinran. Clearly, something had happened between them—Wen Yixuan avoided eye contact, her ears tinged red from the tips.

"You guys…" She was shocked by the full living room. "Were you all waiting for us?"

Mi Yang shot back, "What do you think?!"

"The production team said we have to gush over your couple photoshoots later!"

He gritted out the words, especially the last few, enunciating each syllable with force.

Mi Yang couldn’t resist asking, "Tell me… what kind of photoshoot was it?"

"Like… how steamy was it?"

"Huh?" Caught off guard by the question, Wen Yixuan’s blush deepened, and she muttered, "What are you talking about…"

"It was… just a normal photoshoot."

Seeing her shy reaction, Mi Yang’s panic skyrocketed. Oh come on!

It must have been really intimate—otherwise, why would Wen Yixuan be blushing so hard?

What kind of dumb idea was this?!

They’re not even a couple yet—why are they shooting couple photos?!

Mi Yang looked ready to explode. If not for his image to uphold, he might have cursed out loud!

Just then, Tang Qing returned as well.

At first glance, everyone immediately noticed something weird about Su Chengwen—his face was bright red…

*"What’s with the blushing?"*

*"What’s up with you two?"*

Mi Yang and Xiang Xiuran spoke simultaneously, both looking annoyed.

Su Chengwen caught their drift and glanced at Tang Qing but said nothing, silently sitting beside her.

To ensure all guests could see the photos clearly, the production team slyly arranged a large screen in the living room for projection.

The moment Wen Yixuan and Xie Jinran's photo appeared, Mi Yang was the first to gawk!

*This is outrageous!*

They were basically lip-to-lip! Then Tang Qing... surely hers wouldn’t be like this too...

He shot a glance at the young miss, who wore her usual smile, making it impossible to guess what Tang Qing was thinking.

*"Can you believe it?! Mi Yang’s first reaction was to look at Tang Qing—haha! Bet the young master’s freaking out about what hers looks like!"*

*"Mi Yang’s question killed me—his first words seeing Wen Yixuan were ‘how steamy was it?’ Dude’s obsessed..."*

*"An Shenshen and Shi Jia didn’t even bother speaking—harsh! They’re just there to pad the numbers."*

*"It’s fine,"* Xiang Xiuran was the first to comment, though he sounded totally over it.

Xiang Xiuran: *"Next."*

Amidst the anticipation, the second photo flashed onscreen.

A debonair Republican-era guy leaned his forehead against Tang Qing’s, his gaze tender.

Retouched with added lighting, the photo ramped up the ~vibes~ between them.

Anyone could tell at a glance—Su Chengwen was into Tang Qing.

*Fuck!*

How could they be this close?!

I’ve never even gotten near Tang Qing like that...

Mi Yang bolted up, death-glaring the crew like he wanted to strangle them.

*"Seen enough. Can I go now?"* He couldn’t stay another second—that photo was pissing him off.

*"Saltyyy! Haha, someone screenshot Mi Yang’s face—meme material!"*

*"Uh, did y’all miss Dr. Xiang going rigid? Dude looked ready to murder someone."*

*"Drama bomb! Cameras, get their reactions—this is gold!"*

True, those two had the strongest reactions.

Mi Yang and Xiang Xiuran were radiating icy vibes so intensely, everyone felt the chill.

After Mi Yang stormed off, the others trickled out.

Here is the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

Only Tang Qing found herself stopped by Dr. Xiang at the corner of the stairs.

He radiated an icy intensity as he grabbed Tang Qing’s arm.

“Tang Qing…” His usually gentle voice trembled with restrained emotion.

“What do you want?”

Having played with his emotions repeatedly, Tang Qing could now see the restraint and unwillingness deep in Dr. Xiang’s eyes.

“Tang Qing, I really…”

“I'm losing my mind.”

His lips were parched, Xiang Xiuran’s mind was filled with that photo—so perfect.

Yet, that beauty did not belong to him.

The woman before him had stormed into his life, luring him down from his high horse. She couldn’t just drift away and be with someone else like this.

“Give me a taste of happiness.”

With a sudden tug, Tang Qing stumbled into Xiang Xiuran’s arms, crushed against him.

His lips brushed against her ear, and Tang Qing could hear his uneven breaths.

After holding back for so long, Xiang Xiuran let out a sigh. “Please.”

“You can’t do this to me.”

This genius doctor, long praised by others, had now completely tumbled from his lofty perch, reaching out just to grasp that mesmerizing, elusive butterfly.

“Dr. Xiang…”

In that charged closeness, Tang Qing turned her face slightly, and Xiang Xiuran’s lips grazed her cheek.

A scorching tremor coursed through him as he met Tang Qing’s unwavering clear eyes.

Suddenly, a *click*—a flash went off.

Before Xiang Xiuran could react, the young woman had already thrust her phone in his face.

Tang Qing spoke, “Here, your consolation photo.” On the screen was an image of him embracing Tang Qing…