Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 19

When Song Qingxing fell, her phone was still in call mode, allowing Yu Zhi to overhear their hushed conversation.

Yu Zhi’s face flushed crimson.

She pressed a hand over her lips, listening to the soft murmur from the other end of the line. Xie Jingcheng’s voice had never sounded so gentle, and it was punctuated by Song Qingxing’s soft moans.

It’s hard not to let your imagination run wild, you know!

If I keep listening, I’m afraid a hitman will come to silence me tomorrow!

Yu Zhi frantically hung up.

Unbeknownst to Song Qingxing, her assistant had already conjured up a hundred and eight vivid scenarios of their “vigorous dual combat” in her mind.

When Song Qingxing bent down to pick up her phone, she noticed the call had already ended.

Never mind, I’ll call again when we’re in the car on the way to the airport, she thought.

She changed back into the clothes Xie Jingcheng had sent to be washed and dried the previous night. The fabric still carried a faint scent of laundry detergent.

“You don’t need to rush so much. If you’re going back to Shanghai, you can take my private jet.”

Xie Jingcheng finally spoke, but only because Song Qingxing looked like she was in a desperate hurry. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said a word.

Song Qingxing: !

Good heavens! She knew she had latched onto the right benefactor. Xie Jingcheng’s family background and influence were truly beyond compare.

A private jet!

“Really?” Song Qingxing rubbed her hands together excitedly, like a fly. After all, she had never flown on a private jet in her life and was dying to know what it was like.

“Well, saying it’s ‘mine’ isn’t entirely accurate,” Xie Jingcheng explained with a smile. “It’s actually a family jet that anyone can use.”

Although the internet often criticized the wealthy for releasing far more pollution with a single flight than ordinary people, Xie Jingcheng felt no guilt.

She had donated generously to numerous environmental conservation projects.

Sometimes, all that mattered was having a clear conscience.

Obsessing over online opinions would only drain her energy. This was why some celebrities chose suicide.

The entertainment industry already piled enough pressure on them, but even at home, they couldn’t escape the online vitriol and accusations. Sometimes, a person’s mental breakdown can happen in an instant.

Though she felt a little embarrassed, Song Qingxing had to admit that traveling by private jet was significantly faster than commercial flights.

She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

What’s there to be afraid of? she thought. I’ve already agreed to be this woman’s lover. Asking for a small favor shouldn’t be a big deal.

“I have several apartments,” Xie Jingcheng said as they changed. “One is very close to your company. Which one would you prefer to move into?”

While Xie Jingcheng put on her earring, the purple gemstone, framed in platinum, caught the light. The craftsmanship and cut were truly exceptional.

Standing before the hotel’s glass wall, the earring reflected a dazzling golden shimmer.

Xie Jingcheng only had one ear pierced, and that was for her role in the drama they were filming.

She played a rebellious woman in her thirties, still searching for meaning in life. In the drama, her cartilage earring was just an ordinary metal accessory.

It’s so beautiful, Song Qingxing thought.

Xie Jingcheng’s ears were exquisitely shaped and delicately pink, making one want to take a bite. A pair of dainty earrings adorned them, each shaped like a fluttering purple butterfly.

“Do you like them?”

“If you do, I’d love to give them to you. But your ears aren’t pierced, are they? It hurts a lot to get them done here.”

Xie Jingcheng’s voice was gentle as she offered Song Qingxing the remaining butterfly earring from her jewelry box.

“You could try it out if a future role requires it.”

Xie Jingcheng only had one ear pierced, but the jewelry box contained a pair of earrings.

Song Qingxing shook her head.

“How could I possibly accept this?”

So far, the two had only shared a few kisses, never engaging in anything more intimate.

Seeing the eager glint in Song Qingxing’s eyes, Xie Jingcheng knew she secretly wanted it.

Recalling the domineering CEO novels she’d read out of boredom, Xie Jingcheng wondered if a little coercion might actually work. Why else would those stories be so popular with women?

After a moment’s contemplation, Xie Jingcheng’s expression darkened slightly.

Song Qingxing startled, her mind already racing through scenarios. If I don’t accept this earring…

Xie Jingcheng was bound to get angry.

So, Song Qingxing could only reach out with trembling hands to accept the earring.

She forced a smile.

“Thank you… Actress Xie, I really like it.”

Xie Jingcheng: ?

Why did it feel like things had backfired?

But all the romance novels said that girls would be overjoyed to receive a gift forced upon them.

Oh well… oh well.

Maybe the novels she’d referenced were just trashy.

After all, many authors these days write so-called “romance literature” without ever having been in love themselves.

If Song Qingxing knew what Xie Jingcheng was thinking, she would have retorted:

Xie Jingcheng has read too many domineering CEO novels and fried her brain.

Hmm… so, let’s reiterate: read fewer domineering CEO novels, or your brain will rot.

After lingering in the hotel for quite some time, the two finally emerged from their room, got into the car, and soon arrived at the private airfield.

The area was secluded, with hardly anyone around.

Song Qingxing curiously looked around. She realized that private planes weren’t as large as she’d imagined; designed for only one or two passengers, they were compact and exquisitely crafted.

But stepping inside revealed a hidden world.

There was even a bookshelf inside.

Xie Jingcheng leaned back in the plush, individual seat, put on an eye mask, and fell asleep.

Looks like she didn’t get enough sleep yesterday, Song Qingxing thought.

Sensing her companion’s need for rest, Song Qingxing refrained from disturbing her. Bored, she began browsing the bookshelf, which was filled with English-language books.

Oh ho… the Xie family really loves to show off, Song Qingxing thought, flipping through the volumes.

Little did she know, the video of their trip wasn’t just visible to online viewers—the Xie family and other relatives were watching as well.

An Wenqing’s face twisted as she stared at her phone screen for a long moment before finally addressing the other Xie Family juniors beside her.

“So this is the ‘she doesn’t like women’ you were talking about?”

The Xie Family juniors fell silent, not daring to speak. How could they have known their cousin would suddenly change her preferences?

Previously, throwing a naked man or woman onto her bed wouldn’t elicit the slightest reaction. Yet now she was entangled in a passionate affair with a woman.

“Maybe Song Qingxing is just too beautiful, Wenqing-jie,” one of them ventured. “Even though you and Cousin grew up together, there’s quite a difference in your looks…”

The next moment, he felt a sharp kick to his backside.

He stumbled forward, knocking over the fruit platter. Watermelon and peach juice splattered across his face and clothes.

“Can’t you speak properly?” An Wenqing glared, her eyes narrowed like a coiled viper.

“You—!”

The junior clenched his fists, ready to stand up, but someone grabbed his arm.

“Calm down. Her grandfather is our business partner.”

“Hmph!”

The junior snorted through his nostrils, like a wronged bull.

“With your temper, how could Cousin ever like you?”

“Not just Cousin—even I wouldn’t like you…”

Before he could finish the sentence, an ashtray smashed against his head.

Dazed and seeing stars, the junior’s last thought was: So Thai dramas weren’t lying—women’s fights are truly terrifying!

They’re deadly!