Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 17

“Really?” Song Qingxing’s eyes lit up instantly, like a cat spotting a can of tuna, her gaze bright and clear as polished glass.

“Really,” Xie Jingcheng replied.

Sometimes, Xie Jingcheng wondered if Song Qingxing was truly drunk. Weren’t drunk people supposed to be incoherent and illogical? Yet Song Qingxing remembered so much.

“Then you can’t lie to me.”

The seatbelt pressed against her chest, accentuating her impressive curves, making Xie Jingcheng’s cheeks flush.

“I won’t lie, Song Qingxing. I just hope you remember this when you sober up.”

Xie Jingcheng folded a tissue and wiped her lips, reverting to her usual aloof demeanor—the unsmiling, cold-hearted film queen she was to everyone.

The car sped along the asphalt highway, soon pulling up to a luxurious hotel quite a distance from the film studio. The driver had been driving for over an hour. Under the influence of alcohol, Song Qingxing had fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing even and silent, without snoring or teeth grinding—her habits were remarkably refined.

The driver parked in the hotel’s underground garage. Xie Jingcheng unbuckled Song Qingxing’s seatbelt. The driver stood by the door, his intentions unmistakable.

“Young Miss, let me carry Miss Song upstairs.”

A drunk person is dead weight. How could you, a precious young miss, possibly manage?

The driver earned a high monthly salary, so he naturally took his job seriously. He also doubled as a part-time bodyguard.

“No need, I can handle it myself.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up and pressed the elevator button. She supported Song Qingxing all the way back to her room. Song Qingxing was sound asleep, so Xie Jingcheng crouched down while the driver helped her onto Xie Jingcheng’s back.

Xie Jingcheng easily lifted Song Qingxing onto her back.

She could have carried her in a princess carry, but that would have drawn too much attention, even inside the hotel.

Xie Jingcheng had never properly carried anyone on her back in her life, except for the occasional time her younger sister would deliberately cling to her. Most of her experience carrying people had been during filming.

Those actors never dared to put their full weight on her, usually just clinging cautiously to her.

But now, with the dead weight of Song Qingxing pressing down on her back, Xie Jingcheng didn’t find it particularly heavy. Perhaps it was because Song Qingxing was naturally light.

After all, her waist was so slender.

Closing her eyes, Xie Jingcheng could still see that snow-white waist swaying in her mind.

She bit her tongue, inwardly scolding herself. How can I keep fantasizing about her all day long?

Arriving at her presidential suite, Xie Jingcheng swiped her keycard, pushed open the door, and the hotel lights flickered on.

The warm, amber glow carried a hint of intimacy. Xie Jingcheng gently placed Song Qingxing on the sofa, her mind racing. Should I take this little drunkard for a bath?

Song Qingxing reeked of alcohol, and leaving her to sleep on the sofa like this wouldn’t do. Since Xie Jingcheng had decided to bring her back to the hotel, she had to take responsibility.

Having never waited on anyone before, Xie Jingcheng’s methods were clumsy. She considered drawing a bath, but that seemed too complicated. It would be much simpler to bathe together—quick and convenient.

The hotel’s water heater provided hot water around the clock, so that wasn’t a concern. Xie Jingcheng’s real challenge was Song Qingxing.

A sleeping person can’t take a bath.

She reached out, her fingertips lightly tapping Song Qingxing’s cheek. Song Qingxing merely furrowed her brow, swatting Xie Jingcheng’s hand away with a mumbled protest.

“Stupid mosquito… I’m warning you, don’t bite me… or I’ll call the exterminator tomorrow… to spray every flower bush outside the hotel, even the drains… and wipe out your entire bloodline…”

Xie Jingcheng, silent as a mosquito, paused for a moment.

A gentle tap clearly wasn’t enough to rouse Song Qingxing. She took a deep breath. If I hit harder, I might hurt her face. A celebrity’s face is her most important asset.

I absolutely can’t hit her there.

That left only one option: a fleshier target. Parents often discipline children by spanking them.

Xie Jingcheng hesitated. We’re not that close yet, are we? But…

If I just leave her passed out on the sofa tonight, reeking of wine, that wouldn’t be right either.

Xie Jingcheng’s hand moved downward. Song Qingxing was half-sprawled across the sofa. With a slight increase in pressure, a sharp smack echoed in the room.

“Who?”

“Who dares hit me?”

“I’ll flatten your skull and use it as a flowerpot!”

Song Qingxing jolted awake, her voice still slurred with drunkenness and hoarse.

But after only a moment of disorientation, she recognized Xie Jingcheng. The warm yellow light illuminated her high-bridged nose. Xie Jingcheng, who was mildly nearsighted, usually wore glasses when she wasn’t acting.

Beneath the lenses, a pair of sincere eyes, tinged with apology, met hers. Xie Jingcheng self-consciously rubbed her nose.

“You need to shower before bed. You’re reeking of alcohol. Just wiping yourself down won’t do.”

Song Qingxing could still feel the throbbing pain in her rear, momentarily stunned. Had Xie Jingcheng actually spanked her?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to wake you up.”

Song Qingxing fell into a brief silence.

Fine… fine. What could a mere gilded canary like herself possibly do against her wealthy patron?

“Then let’s go shower.”

As Song Qingxing reached for her shoes, she realized she was in an unfamiliar hotel. The layout was far grander than the one she’d stayed in before.

It didn’t take a genius to guess who this hotel belonged to. From a distance, only scattered lights dotted the landscape.

After all, this was just a film city. The hotels and restaurants relied on the comings and goings of celebrities, film crews, fans, and paparazzi.

Staying in a place this nice was already quite impressive.

“Do you have a change of clothes?” Song Qingxing ventured.

“Yes, but I doubt they’ll fit…” Xie Jingcheng trailed off, adjusting her glasses. Her gaze drifted to Song Qingxing’s chest.

The meaning was unmistakable. Song Qingxing lowered her head to look. Hmm… whether it was seven or eight years ago or now, my figure has remained the same. Not bad, not bad at all.

But after looking, she realized Xie Jingcheng had been staring at her chest for quite some time.

“Pervert!” Song Qingxing exclaimed, covering her chest with her hands.

“I’m not a pervert, Qingxing,” Xie Jingcheng replied. “I just wanted to say, you might be a tiny bit bigger than me, so you might not fit.”

Song Qingxing fell silent for a moment.

Well, I’ve gone braless before.

With some reluctance, she lowered her hands.

“Do you have any loose-fitting robes or pajamas?” she asked.

That would provide some cover. Song Qingxing couldn’t bring herself to be so intimate with someone she’d only known for a few days.

Even though she’d known Xie Jingcheng for many years in her previous life, they’d only been nodding acquaintances. After the red wine incident, they’d had virtually no contact at all.

“Yes,” Xie Jingcheng said, turning to open the wardrobe. Before her arrival, her assistant had already arranged her clothes for easy access, rather than having to rummage through her suitcase.

She retrieved a dark green embroidered robe and handed it to Song Qingxing.

“It might be a bit big on you, but that’s okay. It’s more comfortable when it’s loose.”

Song Qingxing took the robe, its smooth, silky texture confirming it was made of high-quality silk.