What Should I Do if My Best Friend Is a Green Tea? [Transmigrated Into a Book]

Su Lingling had many hobbies, one of which was live-action combat simulation.

Her aim was impeccable—so much so that the pee pad, smeared with dog feces, landed squarely on Pei Yubai’s face.

Lu Beiyu sucked in a sharp breath.

That morning, Yaozu had stolen his medium-rare steak, and the afternoon’s digestive consequences had been… loose. So that thing…

Lu Beiyu glanced at Pei Yubai and immediately looked away, unable to stomach the sight.

Pei Yubai didn’t realize what had just hit him. He reached up, fingers sinking into something soft, sticky, and revoltingly yellow, the stench overwhelmingly pungent.

The white Samoyed in the aircraft hatch wagged its tail furiously at him. In a flash of clarity, Pei Yubai understood. He froze.

[Wait… Did Su Lingling just throw what I think she threw at Pei Yubai?!]

[Look how excited the dog is—it’s definitely that!]

[Hahaha, serves him right! A scumbag like him deserves it!]

[Throwing dog poop is too good for him!]

[This livestream just got… aromatic. I kind of want to—]

Pei Yubai’s veins bulged at his temples, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"Su Lingling! Have you lost your mind?!"

He roared, lunging forward as if to strangle her.

Then, out of nowhere, Pei Yubai caught sight of Ye Luoyi standing beside Su Lingling, delicate as a willow in the wind. His fury evaporated instantly, as if doused by a bucket of ice water.

"Luoyi? What are you doing here?"

Tears welled in Ye Luoyi’s eyes. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned and fled to her room. Pei Yubai wanted to chase after her, but his mother’s warnings echoed in his ears, weighing his limbs down like wet cement. He stopped in his tracks.

Lu Beiyu instructed the dog caretaker on the plane to clean up the mess on the tarmac so airport staff wouldn’t be affected. Then, he tossed Pei Yubai a pack of wet wipes and gestured to the massive aircraft beside them.

"That should be the private jet of the ‘young lady’ you were looking for."

Pei Yubai turned mechanically, his gaze landing on the enormous white plane. The cabin door was open, revealing Zhou Qingyu standing at the threshold, her expression unreadable.

"Qingyu!"

Pei Yubai hastily wiped the remnants of dog feces from his face and rushed toward her. The boarding stairs had already been retracted, leaving him stranded below, craning his neck to speak to her.

"Qingyu, I messed up—I got the wrong plane, but everything I said was true! I love you. Please forgive me!"

The distance between them spared Zhou Qingyu the worst of the odor, but the yellow streaks still visible on Pei Yubai’s face made her stomach churn.

When she didn’t respond, Pei Yubai’s face twisted in despair.

"Qingyu, I don’t believe this. We were fine just days ago—how could you stop loving me so quickly?"

After a long silence, Zhou Qingyu finally spoke.

"Pei Yubai, you’re right. I still have feelings for you."

Hope flared in his eyes.

"But," she continued, her tone icy, "I don’t want to like you anymore. It’s exhausting."

[You can feel the heartbreak in her words…]

[Imagine being treated like the other woman when you’re the actual girlfriend. Who wouldn’t be done?]

[Good for her! Dump his trashy ass!]

[Even if their relationship was just for PR, Pei Yubai has zero accountability. Disgusting!]

Pei Yubai refused to back down. "Did Yan Xi say something to poison you against me?"

He stepped closer, desperation leaking into his voice. "I’m your boyfriend—you have to trust me!"

A gust of wind carried his stench straight to Zhou Qingyu. She covered her nose, recoiling.

"Stay away! You reek!"

Pei Yubai’s face contorted in humiliation. If not for Su Lingling’s stunt, he’d have already smoothed things over with Zhou Qingyu.

Knowing he smelled foul—and seeing her disgust—only deepened his shame.

"Wait for me! I’ll clean up and be right back!"

In the airport restroom, Pei Yubai scrubbed himself raw, but the nauseating stench clung stubbornly. Every passerby shot him a disdainful look.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he emerged, only to find the tarmac deserted. Both private jets were gone.

While the airport stood silent, the internet exploded.

Pei Hanli had purchased the trending tag **#PeiYubaiConfessesToYeLuoyi**, catapulting the incident into virality. Clips from the livestream—**Pei Yubai Hit by Dog Poop** and **Pei Yubai Apologizes to the Wrong Woman**—flooded social media, leaving netizens stunned.

The hardest hit were the fans of the "PeiLuoyi" couple. After two years of devotion, watching their ship crash and burn—literally—left them seething. Love turned to loathing as they stormed Pei Yubai’s social media, dragging him to the top of the hate charts.

[What a dumpster fire of a man. Never seen anything this vile!]

[Shipping them is the biggest regret of my life!]

[Kick this trash out of the industry!]

[Su Lingling’s dog-poop throw was legendary. Scum like him IS dog poop!]

Tech-savvy netizens dug deeper, uncovering that half the endorsements and film projects under Tianhui Entertainment—Pei Yubai’s company—were tied to the Zhou family or Xingyao Media, Zhou Qingyu’s family enterprises.

[Oh hell no. My blood’s boiling.]

[So he used his girlfriend’s resources to prop up his own company?]

[Zhou Qingyu’s fans called her a lovestruck fool, and now I see why. Girl, wake up!]

[Mooched off the Zhou family, then let his GF get slandered as a mistress? Disgusting!]

Ye Luoyi wasn’t spared either.

As the "other woman" in the scandal, many questioned her innocence. As Tianhui’s top star, how could she not know Pei Yubai was taken? But her loyal fans defended her fiercely, insisting she’d been blindsided and was merely a pawn in the company’s PR games.

Meanwhile, Ye Luoyi’s fan club declared war on Tianhui, demanding her contract be terminated. "Free her from this dumpster fire of a company!"

Tianhui’s PR team was at a loss. How do you spin a crisis when the culprits are your CEO and your cash cow?

**In this love triangle drama, the only ones truly celebrating are Zhou Qingyu’s fans. Never before have they felt so vindicated.**

*[Sisters, you have no idea how good this feels!]*

*[I used to secretly stan Miss Zhou because she’s so stunning, but the hate she got was unreal!]*

*[I *knew* someone as gorgeous as her would never be the other woman~]*

*[Miss Zhou didn’t let us down! Now that she’s single, she’s destined for greatness!]*

*[You go, Miss Zhou! Ditch the love-struck phase—your future’s gonna shine~]*

The evening sky stretched for miles, painted in dazzling hues as a white private jet glided smoothly toward Han City.

Inside, Yan Xi leaned against the window, her gaze distant. She couldn’t care less about Pei Yubai now—what mattered was the notification her system had just flashed:

**[Ding! Reputation reversal achieved: Zhou Qingyu gains +5 Luck Points. Current total: 52.2.]**

Yan Xi nearly squealed with joy.

*The Luck Points are skyrocketing lately!*

"System, you said before that if I exposed Qingyu and Pei’s engagement, she’d suffer backlash due to insufficient luck. But what if *he* spills it himself? How does that work?"

The system replied: **[If the male or female lead self-discloses, even after the 24-hour control break ends, Miss Zhou won’t face any consequences!]**

Yan Xi exhaled in relief.

On the surface, Zhou Qingyu’s victory seemed like sheer luck, but Yan Xi had secretly stoked the flames—using Yao Chi as her match.

Originally, Yao Chi, after taking Zhou Qingyu’s case, would’ve waited till the next workday to visit Tianhui Group or the Pei estate to discuss the broken engagement. But Yan Xi knew Yao Chi was obsessed with watersports, so she offered him unlimited use of the *Yu-Xi Yacht* for a month in exchange for one condition: he had to confront Pei Yubai *that very night*—and do it in front of the entire Pei family.

The Pei patriarch’s scorn, Pei Yubai’s father’s disapproval, and Feng Meiyu’s nagging… all of it would pressure Pei Yubai into apologizing to Zhou Qingyu.

With the Zhou family estate off-limits, the only place left for a public apology was the airport—*exactly* where the reality show’s cameras would be rolling.

So, clearing Zhou Qingyu’s name as the "other woman" was a done deal. As for Pei Yubai mistaking planes and getting pelted with dog poop? Well, that was just karma.

By 6 p.m., another *ding* echoed in Yan Xi’s mind—no notification attached. She knew the 24-hour "plot immunity" had expired.

When she entered Zhou Qingyu’s room, the latter was visibly flustered, fiddling with her phone in panic as she unblocked Pei Yubai’s number.

"XiXi! I must’ve lost my mind earlier! How could I ever break up with Yubai?!" She turned to Yan Xi, eyes pleading. "I saw his apology video online. Let’s go back!"

Yan Xi sighed and gripped her wrist. "Hold on—*look* at this first."

Zhou Qingyu’s screen showed her chat history with Pei Yubai. Since she’d blocked him, newer messages were hidden, but the last visible ones read:

**[Why aren’t you at the birthday banquet yet?]**

**[It’s already started. Are you really going to make the old man wait?]**

**[Zhou Qingyu! Grow up and get over here!]**

Ignoring Zhou Qingyu’s protests, Yan Xi opened the blocked SMS folder. Sure enough, despite the number being blacklisted, the texts had piled up:

**[Qingyu, I was wrong. Let me see you—we’ll talk face-to-face.]**

**[Weren’t we happy before?]**

**[I love you. You *know* I do, and I know you love me too.]**

**[Ye Luoyi and I were just acting for the cameras. I’ll never fake a romance with her again.]**

**[I’ll do anything if you forgive me.]**

**[I can’t live without you. Please don’t leave.]**

Zhou Qingyu gasped, covering her mouth.

This version of Pei Yubai was tender, vulnerable—*nothing* like the cold man she knew. Here, he whispered *"I love you"* repeatedly, the very words she’d craved but he’d rarely spoken. Now, every text overflowed with devotion.

"You saw the airport video, right?" Yan Xi pressed.

Zhou Qingyu nodded, blushing.

Her memory, still under the plot’s grip, had conveniently edited out the dog-poop incident, leaving only Pei Yubai’s grand confession.

Yan Xi wasn’t surprised. "See how sweet he’s being now? Flowers, declarations—this is how men are. You *have* to play hard to get; it makes them cherish you more."

"But..." Zhou Qingyu bit her lip. "What if he gives up on me?"

As if on cue, a new text arrived:

**[Qingyu, I know you won’t see this, but I need to say it: I love you. I’ll wait. You’ve got work in Han City—I won’t bother you there. When you return, I’ll apologize properly.]**

Yan Xi grinned. "Told you! He’s *begging* for you to come back. Trust me, guys like him don’t change their minds that fast."

Zhou Qingyu’s heart swelled. The desperate urge to reconcile clashed with a giddy thrill—*he’s finally treating me like I matter.*

"You’re right! Yubai’s never been this attentive before!" She clasped her hands. "XiXi, how long should I make him wait?"

"At least a year—" Yan Xi caught Zhou Qingyu’s pout and backpedaled. "*—ish.* A month, okay?"

"A *month*?!" Zhou Qingyu whined. "That’s forever!"

*Wow. Even a month is too much for this love-struck fool?*

Yan Xi rolled her eyes. "Fine, but *minimum* until we’re back in the country. The longer you wait, the crazier he’ll be for you."

Zhou Qingyu’s eyes sparkled. "Deal!"

Whether it was the texts or Yan Xi’s coaxing, Zhou Qingyu dropped the reunion talk for the rest of the flight.

Upon landing in Han City, their new butler—Piao Baoyuan, also their Amex travel consultant—greeted them with a stretch limo. Nearby, Lu Beiyu’s group exited too, met by a Maybach.

Ye Luoyi, though still shaken, had begun piecing herself back together.

After all, life went on.

On the airplane, Ye Luoyi had Sun Qi post a Weibo statement clarifying that she and Pei Yubai were merely professional collaborators. Combined with her earlier denial about their relationship status at the wine estate, she managed to avoid being labeled a homewrecker, escaping any moral stigma. Though uncertain about her future with Pei Yubai, her immediate focus was excelling in the variety show—she couldn’t afford to lose to Zhou Qingyu again. She’d already lost once in Li City.

Today at the airport, she’d been overshadowed by Zhou Qingyu because of Pei Yubai. Now in Han City, she refused to suffer another defeat!

Fortunately, Lu Beiyu was her honorary younger brother. Since Ye Luoyi maintained a modest, down-to-earth persona, she couldn’t flaunt extravagance. Occasionally hitching rides on her brother’s private jet or Maybach wasn’t a big deal.

Though the five-seater Maybach felt cramped—especially with their dog in tow! Ye Luoyi subtly probed Lu Beiyu, “Didn’t you say Big Sis was handling all arrangements for this trip? She’s loaded—why not send another Maybach?” Lu Beiyu scratched his head. “One isn’t enough?”

Ye Luoyi: “There are three of us!”

Lu Beiyu: “But… if it weren’t for Yaozu, I wouldn’t even get this treatment!”

“Huh?” Ye Luoyi was baffled.

“Ah, Sis Luoyi, you don’t get it. This is the *peak* of my travel privileges!” Lu Beiyu sighed dramatically. “Today’s Maybach and private jet? All arranged for Yaozu. If it were just me or anyone else, Big Sis wouldn’t care. I’m basically… riding the dog’s coattails?”

Ye Luoyi: ???

[“Riding the dog’s coattails”??? I’m wheezing!]

[The new guest is lowkey hilarious!]

[So Yaozu is the true owner of the private jet? No wonder there’s a dog nanny onboard!]

[Yaozu: Y’all are just mooching off my glory—behave!]

Lu Beiyu’s declaration of “dog-powered privilege” was executed with absolute sincerity. When the Maybach parked at the airport entrance, Auntie Chen—Yaozu’s dedicated nanny—loaded the dog’s *two* suitcases into the trunk first, followed by her own, leaving Lu Beiyu’s luggage for last.

Worse, Auntie Chen’s duties covered only Yaozu, not him. The 1.8-meter-tall “young master” had to haul his own bags.

“Young Master, Yaozu and I will take the back seat. You sit up front,” Auntie Chen instructed. “Oh, and this duffel won’t fit in the trunk—hold it in your lap.”

Lu Beiyu pouted. “The back seat fits three! Can’t you squeeze my bag in?”

Auntie Chen: “No. Big Sis said Yaozu is young and energetic. Allocating only two seats is already cutting it close—normally, I’d be in front with the entire back seat reserved for the dog. She’s being *lenient* because you’re her brother.”

Lu Beiyu: “…”

Defeated, the lanky teen clutched his bag and squeezed into the passenger seat.

The camera crew had no space either, resorting to GoPros mounted inside the Maybach. As for Ye Luoyi and Su Lingling? They were left stranded.

Lu Beiyu waved cheerfully. “Sis Luoyi, Sis Lingling, I’m off! Gotta walk Yaozu on the lawn later—can’t be late!” The two women gaped in disbelief.

In Li City, they’d been outshone by Zhou Qingyu’s lavish accommodations. Now in Han City, they were losing to a *dog*? Was there no justice?!

Half an hour later, a stretched Lincoln, the Maybach, and a taxi arrived at a luxury villa in Han City.

The Nordic-style villa boasted a sprawling front lawn for the dog to romp freely and a backyard pool for aquatic adventures—all courtesy of Lu Beiyu’s sister, Lu Wanning.

As Yaozu bounded out of the car, Yan Xi scratched its chin. “So we owe this villa to you, huh?” The dog wagged its tail like a propeller, barking happily.

Ye Luoyi and Su Lingling arrived moments later, their expressions stormy. This trip had been Ye Luoyi’s idea—she’d suggested Director Yu invite Lu Beiyu. Stuck with her “unassuming” image and upscale travel preferences, she needed an ally.

She’d initially hoped to recruit Lu Beiyu’s mother, who doted on her, but the older woman’s health ruled out participation. As for Lu Wanning? Ye Luoyi barely knew her and found her intimidating. That left Lu Beiyu.

Ye Luoyi assumed the 17-year-old esports champ’s family would pamper him on the road, letting her “casually” benefit. Never did she imagine the VIP treatment was reserved for… a dog.

In desperation, she called Lu Beiyu’s mother, who chirped, “No need to coddle Beiyu! Boys need hardship. When he travels, we don’t give him money—he earns it himself!”

Ye Luoyi took a deep breath. *Fine. He’s a champion—he’s loaded.*

The mother added, “Oh, his winnings? Wanning manages them. Beiyu probably has, what, three to five thousand on him? He’s not materialistic.”

*Three to five thousand…*

What a quaint sum. Ye Luoyi hadn’t dealt in “thousands” for years.

Her hopes for a comeback dashed, she now prayed the episode’s buzz wouldn’t be eclipsed by a golden retriever.

With three groups of guests settled, they entered the villa to pick rooms. Like last time, pairs shared quarters—but curiously, five bedrooms awaited, two with single beds.

[Case closed: The last guests are a non-married couple!]

[Who could it be?]

The mystery duo arrived 30 minutes late due to a delayed international flight.

As predicted: one man, one woman.

The man was tall and handsome; the woman, young and beautiful. Though not married, she clung to his arm while dragging her luggage, leaving no doubt about their relationship.

Their entrance sent ripples through the room—except for Lu Beiyu and Yaozu, who remained blissfully oblivious.

Lin Ranran, impeccably made up, smiled at Yan Xi. “Long time no see, *sister*.”

[Sister?! What’s the tea here?]

[First Ye Luoyi-Lu Beiyu, now Yan Xi and the new girl?]

[Wait, doesn’t she look familiar? I swear I’ve seen her…]

[Li City’s French restaurant! She called Yan Xi “sister” there too!]

Lin Ranran and Chu Mo’s livestream had only just begun.

Satisfied by the look of shock on Yan Xi’s face, Lin Ranran turned to the camera with a smile and introduced herself.

"Hello everyone, I’m Lin Ranran, this episode’s special guest! And this—” she gestured playfully, “is my fiancé and partner~"

Chu Mo followed with a brief introduction of his own. "Hello, I’m Chu Mo."

Lin Ranran’s smile turned sly as she added, "I’m sure you’re all curious about my relationship with Yan Xi. Well, let’s just say we have quite the history!" Her gaze locked onto Yan Xi, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I am the true heiress of the Lin family, while she—oh, she’s just the impostor who stole my place for fifteen years!"

The room erupted in gasps.

Ye Luoyi and Su Lingling, already aware of the "true vs. fake heiress" drama, remained relatively composed, though their expressions betrayed a hint of schadenfreude. Lu Beiyu and the crew, however, stared in wide-eyed disbelief.

Director Yu Jizhong, in particular, first doubted the claim—but then it hit him. Yan Xi had never corrected anyone for calling her "sister," and she *had* once shared the Lin surname.

*Holy shit. This is explosive.*

"Ranran!" Chu Mo snapped, glaring at her. "Who told you to bring this up?"

"Is it not the truth?" Lin Ranran shot back, irritation flaring. She resented how Chu Mo always shielded Yan Xi—the more he did, the more she loathed her.

Lu Beiyu, though startled, hesitated to intervene. "Is this really something to discuss on air? Our show’s playing with fire tonight." He didn’t dislike Yan Xi, but Lin Ranran’s vendetta was a family matter. Best not to meddle.

"Did I say anything wrong?" Lin Ranran seethed, advancing toward Yan Xi. "If it weren’t for *you*, I wouldn’t have suffered all those years wandering like a stray! This is *your* debt to me!"

**BANG!**

A deafening crash echoed through the living room, making everyone jump. Lin Ranran froze mid-rant, her words swallowed by shock. All eyes snapped to the source—Zhou Qingyu, who now stood beneath the surveillance cameras, gripping Yaozu’s dog bowl like a weapon.

Broken equipment littered the floor, wires torn from God-knows-where. Director Yu soon got his answer: Zhou Qingyu had yanked out his data cable and smashed his lenses. The livestream had been dead for three minutes—Lin Ranran’s bombshell reveal? *Completely* off-air.

With a clatter, Zhou Qingyu hurled the shattered dog bowl to the ground. Her glare pinned Yu Jizhong as she jabbed a finger at Lin Ranran.

"Yu Jizhong. Did I *agree* to this woman being a guest? Unless you want this show *canceled*, you’d better start explaining."