Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 33

This request wasn’t particularly audacious, certainly far less outrageous than some of the demands made by other wealthy patrons. Song Qingxing nodded.

She twirled a strand of her slightly wavy hair, leaning closer and reaching out to touch Xie Jingcheng’s smooth, silky chin.

“What kind of photos?”

“Let me guess… Could it be some scandalous, rage-inducing bedroom shots?”

Many celebrities had been ruined by such leaks, so Song Qingxing was naturally cautious. However, if the photos were on Xie Jingcheng’s phone, they were likely safe.

Besides, even if someone did manage to obtain them…

No one would dare publish them. After all, the eldest daughter of the Xie Family was involved. Could anyone seriously suggest blurring out Xie Jingcheng’s face? That would be absurd.

“No…”

“I’m not that shameless.”

Xie Jingcheng closed her eyes, as if imagining Song Qingxing lying naked on her pale gray bed.

But that was just a thought. She would never actually do such a thing. She only needed a couple of intimate photos—the kind where their faces were pressed together. She wouldn’t cross any lines.

“Just stay close to me. I don’t usually do this with others.”

Xie Jingcheng’s ears flushed slightly, yet she still felt compelled to explain herself. Song Qingxing simply smiled, surprised by Actress Xie’s innocent demeanor. It seems it’s time to tease her a little, she thought.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Xie Jingcheng’s neck.

A delicate fragrance enveloped them, making Xie Jingcheng uneasy.

“How could that possibly work?”

“It’s just a photo of us cheek-to-cheek. No one would overreact to that.”

Song Qingxing playfully tapped Xie Jingcheng’s nose, patiently offering suggestions. “Why don’t we try something a little more daring?”

“Since the photos are already out there, I’m not afraid.”

Song Qingxing tilted her head back, her porcelain-white neck flushed with a rosy hue. Her brazen closeness to Xie Jingcheng perfectly mirrored Daji, the legendary temptress who seduced King Zhou of Shang.

Her lips grazed Xie Jingcheng’s earlobe, her warm breath circling her cheek.

“I want to take some even more daring photos with you.”

Some people talk big but chicken out when it comes down to it.

Song Qingxing was one of them. Despite her bold words, she lacked the courage to actually follow through.

After teasing Xie Jingcheng, she released her grip, wondering if the actress would truly go all out.

If she suggests wearing those ripped clothes, I’m out!

Of course, Song Qingxing kept her thoughts to herself, saying nothing as Xie Jingcheng’s face flushed crimson.

Raindrops pattered against the car windows, the rhythmic pitter-patter filling the air. The driver drove cautiously, prioritizing safety in the downpour.

After navigating a few turns, they arrived at the underground parking garage. Song Qingxing stepped out first, followed closely by Xie Jingcheng.

They walked together toward the elevator.

Xie Jingcheng hesitated for a long moment before finally agreeing to Song Qingxing’s suggestion. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

“Qingxing, you’re right. Perhaps I should try something more… provocative. But this…”

“This might not be appropriate.”

Stripping clothes? Posing for photos? Anyone would think I’m some kind of pervert!

“What’s wrong with it?”

Song Qingxing tilted her head, watching the elevator numbers tick upward. Soon they’d be at her room, where the familiar decor awaited.

“Xie Jingcheng, you’re quite amusing. You’re ‘supporting’ me, yet you do nothing. It makes me feel… useless.”

Song Qingxing spoke truthfully.

Xie Jingcheng had always thought of Song Qingxing as a harmless little rabbit, completely unaware that the reborn Song Qingxing now saw her as the ultimate prey to be hunted.

With such an impeccable family background and such virtuous character, if Song Qingxing didn’t seize the opportunity, who would she let have her?

Certainly not An Wenqing, that hot-tempered, spoiled young miss. Letting her win would be too much of a loss.

“Alright then…”

Xie Jingcheng took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and led Song Qingxing to the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a sliver of light.

Even if someone tried to take photos from outside, they could only capture the foot of the bed. Besides, this was a high-rise apartment; without professional-grade cameras, even setting up a lens in the opposite building wouldn’t yield a clear shot.

The room darkened, illuminated only by a single ray of sunlight.

Xie Jingcheng began unbuttoning her shirt. Her figure was exceptional, even better than some athletes’.

Clothed, she appeared slender; undressed, she revealed toned muscles.

Song Qingxing barely dared to look, a burning heat creeping from her neck to the tips of her ears. But she remembered her mission and reached out with trembling fingers to unbutton her own clothes.

“You don’t need to,” Xie Jingcheng said. “I can handle this myself. Since I’m the one asking you, I shouldn’t make you sacrifice so much, Qingxing.”

Xie Jingcheng’s fingertips trembled as she carefully closed Song Qingxing’s blouse. For a photo like this, only one person needed to be disheveled.

“Really?” Song Qingxing asked. “But if you’re undressed and I’m not, won’t it look staged?”

Xie Jingcheng shook her head, then said something that sounded like either mockery or disdain: “We don’t need it to be that realistic. It’s not a movie. Wenqing won’t be able to tell the difference.”

Was she mocking her childhood friend?

Song Qingxing didn’t press the issue. She’d do whatever her patron asked. Once she was done dealing with Xie Jingcheng, she’d be off to the film set for months.

I hope Xie Jingcheng won’t think I haven’t served her well enough, she thought.

The half-unbuttoned shirt was alluring. Song Qingxing fell back onto the soft gray bed. This wasn’t her room; it was Xie Jingcheng’s.

The Actress Xie’s room wasn’t as luxurious as one might expect. Apart from a cat-shaped alarm clock on the wall, the surroundings were simple: a vanity and basic furniture.

But there were plenty of plants: a lemon tree, a monstera deliciosa, and hanging baskets pinned to the wall.

Song Qingxing hadn’t expected Xie Jingcheng’s life to be so poetic.

Xie Jingcheng was completely naked. Song Qingxing glanced at her against the light, feeling her bl00d rush and her nose tingle, almost causing a nosebleed. She quickly covered it with her hand.

I’ve been a celebrity for years, Song Qingxing thought. I’ve seen plenty of shocking scenes, but nothing quite like this!

Clutching the gray blanket, Song Qingxing hastily covered Xie Jingcheng.

“Hurry up and take the photos…”

Song Qingxing had originally assumed that such intimate exposure would take at least a month or two to develop, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.

So quickly, in fact, that she found it hard to accept.

“Mm,” Xie Jingcheng nodded.

Pulling out her phone, she found an angle that wouldn’t reveal anything too explicit but would still be sufficiently provocative.

Just one or two photos would suffice.

After taking the photos, Xie Jingcheng stood up, picked up her shirt, and put it back on.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Wenqing probably won’t post these photos online. Even if she does, I’ll have them blocked in advance.”

“You don’t need to worry.”

To avoid damaging the relationship between their families while resolving the issue quickly, Xie Jingcheng had to resort to some rather unconventional and aggressive methods.