Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 34

Why did Xie Jingcheng’s quick dressing look so much like a scumbag girl pulling up her pants and running away?

Song Qingxing leaned against the edge of the bed, buttoning her shirt as her mind wandered to random thoughts.

Since their photoshoot, Song Qingxing had been swamped with work. After finishing her advertising commitments and company-arranged promotions, she was preparing to join the film crew.

It was midsummer, and the air buzzed with the incessant chirping of cicadas. Walking under the trees, you might even get peed on by one.

Song Qingxing remembered someone telling her as a child that the cicadas were crying. But when she grew up, she learned it was just them urinating. Now, she wanted to curse that person.

So she always carried an umbrella when passing through dense foliage.

Summer vacation had officially begun, emptying the elite schools. However, the Director still needed to recruit extras and set up the filming locations, so they didn’t have to rush to the set just yet.

The two finally reached the end of the long, tree-lined path in front of the company. Yu Zhi folded her umbrella and opened the car door. Song Qingxing strode into the car with her long legs.

Song Qingxing had decided to go home and see Xie Jingcheng, so she mustered her courage and sent her first WeChat message to her.

It’s often said that sending a cute emoji during your first private chat can help build rapport, so Song Qingxing chose an adorable rabbit emoji.

The chubby-pawed bunny waved at the other person.

“Hello there!”

Song Qingxing chuckled at the emoji, finding the rabbit utterly hilarious.

But her laughter quickly faded when Xie Jingcheng replied instantly. Song Qingxing hadn’t expected such an immediate response.

Though her status in the industry was respectable, to Xie Jingcheng, she was likely just another fleetingly popular celebrity destined to fade away.

Yet, ever since they’d been together, Xie Jingcheng had shown her extraordinary care.

Even though they weren’t officially dating.

This rabbit reminds me of you.

Song Qingxing froze at the voice message, her smile vanishing. Comparing herself to that plump, round-faced rabbit, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of self-doubt.

Have I gotten that fat?

Nonsense! I’m not that chubby.

Song Qingxing retorted defensively. The other end paused, the “typing…” indicator blinking for a long moment.

A response came quickly.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted to say you’re cute.

Song Qingxing quite liked the Best Actress’s lightning-fast groveling. She nodded and continued chatting.

I was just joking. If you really want to think of me as a little bunny, I don’t mind.

The way she said that…

Song Qingxing wanted to curl her toes into the ground from embarrassment. So cheesy! She never thought she’d be this cheesy in her life, but here she was, spouting such lines just to please her sugar daddy.

Why are you texting me out of the blue? This isn’t like you at all. Spill it—what’s up? If I can help, I will.

After all, Song Qingxing had done Xie Jingcheng a huge favor. She’d heard that An Wenqing had flown into a rage upon receiving the photos, smashing Qinghua porcelain vases passed down from the Qing Dynasty. An Wenqing’s parents, clueless about the reason for her outburst, desperately tried to soothe their daughter.

Hopefully, An Wenqing will finally see the truth this time. If you don’t like someone, you just don’t like them. Why does there always have to be a reason?

Xie Jingcheng couldn’t explain it.

Feelings were a nebulous, elusive thing.

Just as she liked Song Qingxing, seeing An Wenqing didn’t make her heart race; it remained as still as a stagnant pool.

What kind of person do you think I am?

I’ll only bother you with work-related matters.

Just wanted to let you know filming wrapped up today, so I wanted to see you.

I wasn’t sure if you were home.

“I’m not home, but I’ll come pick you up,” Xie Jingcheng replied with a voice message, surprising Song Qingxing but also warming her heart. Xie Jingcheng was so good to her.

She was almost ready to fall completely.

No need. Just send me the address, and I’ll come find you.

Xie Jingcheng quickly sent a location pin. Song Qingxing carefully examined the map, realizing it was an auction house.

So Xie Jingcheng was at an auction?

That certainly fit the kind of thing wealthy people did for leisure.

After giving the driver the address, Song Qingxing reclined in her seat and dozed off. The driver’s smooth driving soon brought them to the auction venue.

As Song Qingxing stepped out of the car, she noticed reporters swarming from all directions. A sinking feeling washed over her—she’d forgotten to wear a mask.

Although Song Qingxing was a popular celebrity, she could still avoid being recognized if she stayed away from crowded places and large gatherings of fans, keeping a low profile.

Yu Zhizheng was about to hand her a mask, but it was already too late. A sharp-eyed paparazzi had spotted the luxurious nanny van.

And, of course, they noticed Song Qingxing without a mask.

Song Qingxing had been making headlines recently, not only starring in a steamy film with Best Actress Xie Jingcheng, but also being seen entering and exiting the same hotel with her.

These were top-tier scandals.

However, due to interference from the Xie Family, no reporter had dared to publish the story openly. But now, Song Qingxing was here, in plain sight.

A few bold reporters seized the opportunity, eager to get the scoop.

Even the hush money for keeping quiet would be a substantial sum if they could get a photo or extract some useful information from Song Qingxing.

So, several reporters and cameramen charged forward, their frenzy resembling students sprinting to the cafeteria the moment class ended, all to get the first bite of hot food.

Before Song Qingxing could even get into the van, cameras were shoved in her face, microphones nearly touching her lips.

“Qingxing, are you here to pick up Xie Jingcheng, Actress Xie?”

“Are the rumors between you two true?”

“Or is this all just publicity for the new film and to boost your popularity?”

No wonder they’re paparazzi—they really dare to ask anything.

Song Qingxing was speechless. In her previous life, she had faded into obscurity early on, and paparazzi rarely bothered to photograph her.

There was only one exception. After rushing around all night, first paying off her mother’s long-overdue hospital bills and then wiring money to her father to repay his creditors, she had visited him at his construction site. By the time she returned to the theater, it was late at night, but fortunately, the film crew was still shooting.

Song Qingxing had taken the day off and had no scenes to film. She played a minor, villainous supporting role with limited screen time, but she shamelessly grabbed a boxed meal anyway.

And it was the kind with meat—though fatty, it was a blessing for someone who hadn’t tasted meat in ages, like a greasy treat for her mouth.

Song Qingxing wasn’t deliberately trying to play the victim. Even after her career had tanked, she still earned more than the average person. But she had two bottomless-pit parents.

So that night, she ate the fatty meat from the crew’s boxed meal while tears streamed down her face.

And then a damned paparazzi snapped a photo of her.

The next day, she was trending on social media.

Shocking! Once a wildly popular A-list celebrity, this actress offended too many directors with her diva behavior and has now been reduced to eating a boxed meal of fatty meat while crying!

Song Qingxing nearly exploded with rage when she saw the entertainment news.

You had to admit, those paparazzi knew how to write a headline.