Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 1

Song Qingxing died. As a former top-tier female idol, she had long since faded into obscurity by the time of her death. Her demise was caused by playing a villainous stepmother in a web drama.

In one scene, the stepmother deliberately fell into a pond to frame the innocent female lead. However, Song Qingxing’s ankle became entangled in aquatic plants, and she drowned.

The pool on the film set was a stagnant, putrid green. The foul-smelling water rushed into Song Qingxing’s nose and lungs, and memories of her life flashed before her eyes, frame by frame, like a revolving lantern.

So it’s true… when you’re about to die, you really do see your whole life flash before you.

I can’t accept this… I can’t accept this at all!

She was dying at such a young and beautiful age. Because idols weren’t allowed to date, Song Qingxing had always guarded her purity like jade, never even holding hands with a male celebrity.

And now she was dying like this.

The last mouthful of foul-smelling green water filled Song Qingxing’s nostrils. Bubbles churned on the surface, then all movement ceased.

Before she died, there were no clamoring voices around her, only a profound stillness.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Song Qingxing heard a drip… drip… drip… beside her ear.

Why is it so noisy even in the Underworld?

Frowning in annoyance, Song Qingxing forced open her heavy eyelids. Her eyes landed on a magnificent crystal chandelier and the spacious, brightly lit layout of a luxurious hotel room.

A lush, emerald-green monstera plant stood in the corner. The curtains were tightly drawn, and a wine bottle lay on the table, its tall-stemmed glass overturned, dark red wine spilled across the floor.

When did I ever get to stay in such a fancy hotel?

Song Qingxing was momentarily dazed.

She never imagined the Underworld would offer such humanitarian services.

Putting her up in a luxurious five-star hotel seemed far too generous for a drowned ghost. Could it be that she really wouldn’t have to become a Water Ghost and drag people down to take her place?

Still wondering whether she had actually transformed into a Water Ghost, Song Qingxing saw the hotel room door open. The first to enter was a bodyguard in a black suit.

Even in the early morning, he was wearing sunglasses, exuding an air of intimidating authority.

Could it be? Have Ox-Head and Horse-Face evolved to this level? Song Qingxing mused inwardly.

Then, another figure strode in behind the bodyguard. The newcomer stood tall and straight, like a sturdy pine tree atop a snow-capped mountain.

Her nose was high and sharp, framed by rimless glasses. Half her hair was pulled back, leaving the rest to cascade over her shoulders. The collar of her blouse was slightly open, revealing snow-white skin and exquisitely defined collarbones that immediately drew Song Qingxing’s gaze.

“Song Qingxing,” Xie Jingcheng began, her voice cool and detached. “You might want to consider what I said yesterday. My flight leaves at two this afternoon, and I won’t wait for you to make up your mind.”

Her tone carried the aloofness of someone accustomed to authority, speaking to a subordinate.

This woman was breathtakingly beautiful, with delicate features, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and lips that were naturally deep-colored even without lipstick.

Song Qingxing recognized her instantly: Xie Jingcheng!

Xie Jingcheng…

She had entered the entertainment industry at sixteen, achieving fame at a young age, and won the Best Actress award at nineteen.

Just as people marveled at her extraordinary talent, Xie Jingcheng’s family background became the envy of all. Her grandfather was a shipping magnate, and her father owned countless mineral resources.

As a result, no director or actor in the industry dared to cross her.

Song Qingxing pinched her cheek. Had she been reborn? Or had she transmigrated?

The pain from her cheek confirmed it: she had truly returned to the moment when she negotiated with Xie Jingcheng.

The two had first met while working on a film.

Due to Song Qingxing’s unique idol status, a body double was supposed to be used for their kissing scene. However, when the double got stuck in traffic and the director was pressed for time, there was no other option.

Song Qingxing had to sacrifice her first on-screen kiss to Xie Jingcheng for the sake of art.

But that single kiss seemed to have awakened feelings in Xie Jingcheng.

During filming, Xie Jingcheng kept glancing at Song Qingxing, who knew Xie Jingcheng came from a powerful and influential family.

But at the time, Song Qingxing was at the peak of her career, so famous that she paid no attention to anyone, not even seasoned directors, let alone the Best Actress.

When Xie Jingcheng approached her with the so-called “lover contract,” Song Qingxing scoffed in amusement, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows slightly.

She wasn’t strikingly beautiful; rather, she possessed a charming and adorable appearance. This kind of look made her stand out among idols, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents as she winked at her fans.

Just one flirtatious glance could melt their hearts and leave them weak-kneed.

“Xie Jingcheng, who do you think you are?”

“Don’t think you’re special just because your family has some money!”

“I’m not one of those women who crave vanity. I earned my fame through my own talent.”

After delivering her retort, Song Qingxing casually grabbed the half-finished bottle of red wine from the table—a rare 1982 Lafite.

The wine poured out, soaking her silk blouse and clinging to her abdomen and arms, revealing glimpses of her shapely figure.

Even after drenching herself in wine, a faint blush crept up Song Qingxing’s ears.

Since that humiliating incident, Xie Jingcheng had never reappeared. Song Qingxing had initially expected him to retaliate in anger, using his family’s influence to crush her.

Song Qingxing had prepared herself for being sidelined for two or three years at least.

At worst, she’d be stuck at home, picking her toes.

But nothing happened.

Xie Jingcheng didn’t punish her at all.

Song Qingxing grew increasingly arrogant. As her popularity soared, so did her terrible habits.

When a director tried to grope her, Song Qingxing slapped him so hard her own hand swelled up.

When the media hounded her for an explanation, she simply cursed the paparazzi for invading her privacy.

After years of reckless behavior, she had offended too many people. Her resources dwindled, and her popularity began to decline.

Forced into a corner, Song Qingxing accepted the role of a vicious stepmother, a decision that ultimately drowned her career.

Reborn, Song Qingxing vowed to never feign superiority again. Wasn’t Xie Jingcheng attractive enough? she thought. Even being her secret lover wouldn’t be so bad.

Xie Jingcheng had the perfect figure, stunning looks, and an impeccable family background.

Plus, sleeping with her wouldn’t lead to pregnancy.

Absolutely perfect!

Now, Song Qingxing suppressed her former temper and gazed at Xie Jingcheng.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Best Actress Xie, even though you’re not as beautiful as me, you don’t need to resort to hiring me.”

Song Qingxing’s demeanor softened considerably as she stepped closer, now clad only in a thin nightgown with a deeply plunging neckline that revealed a glimpse of her snow-white cleavage.

Xie Jingcheng’s face flushed crimson. She turned to her bodyguard and ordered, “You may leave.”

The bodyguard nodded. “Yes, Miss.”

He slipped out silently, closing the door behind him.

The hotel room fell into complete silence. The two women stood facing each other, wordless. Xie Jingcheng had wanted to pursue a relationship with Song Qingxing because she’d noticed her heart racing whenever the other woman was near.

Born into a prestigious family and raised with top-tier education, Xie Jingcheng had never believed in the foolish notion of love at first sight.

But reality had proven her wrong.

A moment of sudden infatuation was indeed possible.

Being the type to actively pursue what she desired, women were no exception.