Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 10

Though she was only applying medicine for someone else, the intimate act made Song Qingxing feel awkward. She took a deep breath to steady herself.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she had Parkinson’s, as she tossed Xie Jingcheng’s clothes aside.

A knock at the door announced the arrival of the ice water. Song Qingxing hurriedly took it.

“You don’t need to be so nervous,” Xie Jingcheng said, though the pain was sharp, the injury wasn’t severe. Her skin was red but hadn’t yet blistered or peeled.

“How can I not be nervous? You’re an actress—your appearance is everything!”

Xie Jingcheng closed her eyes, pressing the ice pack against her skin and feeling the cold seep in. The fine hairs on her body stood on end.

Song Qingxing moved to ice other areas. Starting with Xie Jingcheng’s wrist and arm was manageable, but when she reached the thigh and abdomen, she blushed furiously, her ears burning red.

Clenching her teeth, she thought, Oh my god, making me do this is even more embarrassing than sharing a bed!

Another knock at the door.

The medical staff must have arrived. Song Qingxing scrambled to gather Xie Jingcheng’s clothes, but they were stained with coffee.

It wouldn’t fit.

Song Qingxing had no choice but to find her own clothes.

As she rummaged through her suitcase and wardrobe, filled with clothes from seven or eight years ago, she felt like digging a hole and burying herself.

The clothes were either hideously ugly or oversized T-shirts with cartoon characters printed on them. There were also some particularly revealing outfits, one dress using less fabric than a towel.

None of these were suitable for wearing in public.

Song Qingxing was speechless. What terrible taste did I have back then?

Never mind… Time waits for no one. Xie Jingcheng’s burns can’t wait; we need to get her to the hospital immediately.

What if it leaves a scar?

So Song Qingxing grabbed a random shirt—a relatively large one, since she hadn’t paid much attention to sizing when she bought it. It hung loosely on her, which is why she liked to wear it as pajamas. The silk shirt felt wonderful against her skin as she tossed and turned in bed.

There was a slight height difference between them, but not much, so the shirt fit Xie Jingcheng perfectly.

After putting it on, Xie Jingcheng didn’t rush to leave. Song Qingxing assumed her leg was burned and every step hurt, so she prepared to carry her out.

“Does your leg hurt?”

“If it does, I’ll carry you out.”

Though she couldn’t lift a finger normally, Song Qingxing knew she could still be useful in a pinch.

“No.”

“I don’t have any pants.”

Xie Jingcheng sighed. How could this little rabbit be so clueless?

Song Qingxing suddenly realized her mistake and quickly let go, her earlobes flushing crimson.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’ll go find you some pants right away.”

She rummaged through the wardrobe again, clothes flying everywhere like a homeless person scavenging for the last scrap of bread in a trash can. Finally, she found a pair of oversized pants that were barely presentable.

She handed them to Xie Jingcheng with a guilty look.

“I didn’t mean to send you out without pants. I just panicked and forgot.”

Song Qingxing tried to explain, but the more she talked, the worse it sounded.

It was like trying to cover up a stain only to make it darker.

“I know,” Xie Jingcheng nodded, gazing at Song Qingxing’s disheveled hair and flustered expression. She suddenly realized that the woman was more than just beautiful; she had a kind heart too.

As they left the room, Xie Jingcheng was immediately surrounded by medical staff and escorted away. Song Qingxing, unable to rest properly, naturally followed along.

Fortunately, the burn wasn’t severe, and the doctor treated it promptly. Xie Jingcheng’s body was coated with a strange ointment that smelled like oil extracted from some plant.

“I’m sorry. That person was after me,” Song Qingxing said, her head bowed in embarrassment.

She figured their encounters over the past few days had already made headlines multiple times. Xie Jingcheng had been rushed to the hospital at dusk, and since they hadn’t made much effort to conceal their presence, many people at the hospital entrance had witnessed it.

As a renowned actress with nationwide fame, Song Qingxing knew the news of Xie Jingcheng’s injury would likely be trending by now. But she genuinely had no intention of using this to create a romantic narrative.

She had already achieved considerable success and wealth. All she needed now was to maintain her current position.

“Song Qingxing, why do I get the feeling so many people in this industry hate you?” Xie Jingcheng asked, his robe open to reveal the sensitive burn area. After the nurse applied the ointment, she left, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Even Xie Jingcheng’s bodyguard and assistant were barred from entering, sitting on chairs in the hospital corridor, glaring at Yu Zhi.

“Maybe I’m just too easy to hate,” Song Qingxing replied.

Song Qingxing lowered her head, her hair falling forward, feeling a little embarrassed. Xie Jingcheng was right.

If she had heard those words before, whether true or false, she would have bristled immediately.

After all, people only react so defensively when their sore spots are touched.

“I once heard a saying: ‘A genius is always envied.'”

Xie Jingcheng reached out with her left hand, the one that hadn’t been burned, and gently tucked a strand of Song Qingxing’s hair behind her ear.

Her gaze was soft, like the surface of a spring lake where willow branches sway in the breeze, devoid of any arrogance or intimidation.

Pfft.

Song Qingxing finally couldn’t hold back her laughter. Her meteoric rise to stardom and her status as a top-tier celebrity were no accident; her beauty was her greatest asset.

Otherwise, how could she have captured Xie Jingcheng’s attention?

“Alright, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Song Qingxing pulled out her phone, about to text Yu Zhi to buy some fruit downstairs. She wasn’t sure what Xie Jingcheng liked, but apples—a safe choice that most people neither love nor hate—seemed like a decent option.

Before she could send the message, however, the door burst open, and a small, energetic child rushed in.

“Sister, you’re not dead! I thought you were in mortal danger—Mom and Dad were crying so terribly.”

The little girl still had her schoolbag slung over her shoulder, indicating she had just gotten out of school. She barely reached Song Qingxing’s waist, likely around the age of graduating from elementary school.

Song Qingxing: 6. This little brat sure knows how to talk.

If she weren’t Xie Jingcheng’s sister, she wouldn’t dare be so brazen.

“Xie Jingshu, there are other people here. Show some respect to your sister.”

Xie Jingcheng shot her a sharp glare, and Xie Jingshu instantly fell silent, as meek as a chicken. But the little girl refused to back down, turning her attention to the soft target.

When bullying someone, always pick the soft target.

Song Qingxing was just that.

“Are you Song Qingxing?”

But when Xie Jingshu, the little viper, realized who Song Qingxing was, her eyes lit up immediately.

“I’m a huge fan of yours!”

“Can I get your autograph?”

“But what are you doing by my sister’s bedside? Are you going to be my sister-in-law?”

Xie Jingshu suddenly lunged forward, and Song Qingxing had to steady the tiny girl.