Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 15

With filming completed, a wrap party was naturally held. However, the lead actors and their assistants typically sat at separate tables. Yu Zhi would only approach Song Qingxing when she estimated the time was right.

After all, the main table was occupied by producers and the director—assistants like them weren’t deemed worthy of sitting there.

So the assistants crowded around another table.

Yu Zhi had always worried about Song Qingxing attending such male-dominated banquets, usually seating her next to the female supporting actress.

But her concerns were always unfounded. Anyone who dared to touch Song Qingxing inappropriately would find themselves on the receiving end of a wine bottle smashed over their head.

This earned her a reputation for being difficult and demanding.

The company had to spend considerable sums to quell these rumors each time, but with Song Qingxing as their sole cash cow, they had no choice but to tolerate her behavior.

This time, however, Yu Zhi could relax completely and enjoy the delicious steak and seafood feast.

Because Xie Jingcheng was by Song Qingxing’s side.

Rumor had it that at any banquet where Xie Jingcheng was present, no cheap or inferior alcohol would be served, and there would be no cigarette smoke.

Everyone was forbidden from getting drunk.

These rules were even more absurd than if the Crown Prince himself were present, yet they were the reality. This wasn’t something mere celebrity status could achieve.

It required a combination of everything: family background, wealth, reputation, and social standing.

Yu Zhi found her seat just as everyone was settling in and conversation was flowing.

Beside her sat a petite woman who looked vaguely familiar. After a moment of recollection, Yu Zhi realized it was Xie Jingcheng’s assistant.

One of them, at least. This particular assistant handled trivial tasks like selecting Xie Jingcheng’s outfits and providing close companionship.

Otherwise, Yu Zhi would never have recognized her so readily.

The assistant was engrossed in her phone, barely glancing up even when a massive steak was served.

Unable to suppress her inner gossip-monger, Yu Zhi leaned slightly closer and peeked at the screen.

There, a video was playing on loop: Xie Jingcheng bending down to open a car door. The clip was only a dozen seconds long, so it kept repeating.

The assistant’s fingers flew across the screen as she scrolled through the comments below the video.

“Ooh, when Xie Jingcheng was nearing thirty and still hadn’t dated, I knew she must be into women.”

Upstairs is playing prophet again, huh? It’s just opening a car door, how does that lead to romance?!

Exactly! Stop spreading rumors.

It’s better for both your idol and mine.

And you call yourselves fans? Xie Jingcheng never does these things herself, you know that! Why else would she have four or five assistants?

If you ask me, this is definitely love.

The assistant’s finger paused, double-tapping the heart icon on that comment.

Yu Zhi:  ……

Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for an assistant to openly ship their boss’s pairing?

But what people like is their own business, so Yu Zhi didn’t pry. She simply cleared her throat.

“Miss, your steak will get cold if you don’t eat it soon.”

The assistant startled, quickly putting her phone aside. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she said, a little embarrassed, “Oh, thank you for reminding me! I was just busy with work.”

Yu Zhi nodded, pretending not to notice anything, though her heart was already bursting with amusement.

“Work”? Clearly, she was just enjoying her shipping spree.

In contrast to the lively atmosphere among the assistants, the largest private room was unusually subdued. The Director sipped her wine in tiny sips, barely daring to take a proper drink.

Normally, Xie Jingcheng never attended such gatherings. Even when familiar faces were present, she rarely made an appearance.

No one knew why she had come this time.

As a result, no one dared to smoke, and those who drank did so sparingly.

“Don’t be so reserved,” Xie Jingcheng said casually, turning her head to look at Song Qingxing. She raised her hand to pour Song Qingxing a glass of red wine.

“You mentioned liking Lafite. Perhaps you’d like to try something different.”

Xie Jingcheng poured the wine. Many people insisted on proper etiquette when drinking wine, emphasizing the importance of the glass and the temperature of the wine when taken from the refrigerator. But for her, such formalities were unnecessary.

If she wanted to drink, she would.

Song Qingxing nodded.

Her gaze drifted almost imperceptibly toward Peng Zhi’en, who sat with his head bowed, silent.

Clearly, he knew his scheme had been exposed and that divine retribution was imminent. Yet, since the thunderbolt hadn’t struck his head yet, he remained in a state of constant anxiety.

Perhaps I should push things further?

As someone who had been reborn, Song Qingxing was well aware of Peng Zhi’en’s obsessive pursuit of Xie Jingcheng, which had ultimately led to Xie Jingcheng slapping him repeatedly in exasperation.

The incident had caused a major scandal.

The media, netizens, and fans all rushed to defend their idols and comment on the incident, creating utter chaos.

After all, this guy had dared to hire someone to throw coffee on her.

Of course, she had to give him a good dose of payback.

Song Qingxing, however, didn’t reach for a glass. Instead, she rested her cheek against her hand and casually flipped a strand of hair.

“Jingcheng, I want you to feed me.”

Her words were dripping with flirtation, her tone slightly rising with a soft, uniquely Song Qingxing-like quality—like a warm spring breeze or a fluffy lamb nuzzling into your arms.

As soon as she spoke, Song Qingxing felt a wave of self-disgust. She’d never done anything like this before, but she was willing to humiliate herself slightly to thoroughly humiliate Peng Zhi’en.

Xie Jingcheng’s fingers trembled slightly, nearly dropping the wine glass. If Song Qingxing hadn’t been right beside her, she might have thought the woman had been replaced by an imposter.

“Alright, I’ll feed you.”

Despite the crowd, Xie Jingcheng didn’t argue. She raised the glass and fed Song Qingxing a sip of wine.

Xie Jingcheng wore a thin shirt, her body radiating a strong medicinal scent. Faint red marks were visible in places—though the burns weren’t severe, they needed to be exposed to cool down.

This left her delicate collarbones and broad shoulders fully exposed for Song Qingxing to admire.

The others didn’t dare to be so bold.

Xie Jingcheng’s slender fingers gripped the clear wine glass, feeling the chill against her palm. The red wine had been cold when first poured.

The glass touched Song Qingxing’s crimson lips. As she tilted it slightly forward, Xie Jingcheng could only see the pale, veined skin of Song Qingxing’s neck and the bobbing of her throat.

Lost in thought for a moment, Xie Jingcheng watched as Song Qingxing drained the entire glass in one gulp.

“Why are you drinking so much?” Xie Jingcheng asked, spearing a bite-sized piece of steak with her fork and offering it to Song Qingxing. “Eat something. Stop drinking.”

It wasn’t that Xie Jingcheng cared about the expensive wine, even though she had snuck it from her father’s cabinet. She just wanted to cheer up the beauty.

But anything in excess is harmful, and red wine was no exception.

“No, I want to drink more,” Song Qingxing said, her eyes closed, sounding like a spoiled little tiger, her voice already slurring with wine. “Xie Jingcheng, you have to feed me. Otherwise, you don’t love me.”

After saying this, Song Qingxing couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Peng Zhi’en. His face was flushed with anger, and steam practically seemed to be rising from his ears. His fingers tightened around his fork, making it clatter against the plate.

Song Qingxing’s eyes narrowed into slits.

Ha ha!

Watching her tormentor squirm like this was truly satisfying!