Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 38

“I understand. You don’t like me, and it’s perfectly normal for you to reject me.”

Just as Song Qingxing was about to think Actress Xie was being understanding, Xie Jingcheng whispered something devilish:

“But we have a promise, don’t we?”

Xie Jingcheng suddenly turned around. They were standing on a tree-lined path on campus, with the nanny van parked nearby. Xie Jingcheng had no property here, so the van had been sent by a company under the Xie Family. Even though it was a company vehicle, it looked just as impressive parked next to Song Qingxing’s million-dollar nanny van.

Warm fingertips brushed Song Qingxing’s cheek.

Xie Jingcheng had completely abandoned her restraint. If she liked someone, she liked them—no need to suppress it.

She would kiss when she wanted to kiss, and kiss when she wanted to kiss.

It might contradict her past self, but Xie Jingcheng didn’t mind a little embarrassment. After all, Song Qingxing’s allure was even greater than she had imagined.

“You’re mine.”

“So until you fall for me, you can’t like anyone else.”

Song Qingxing: …

Wow, how possessive!

Internally, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but scoff. If it were anyone else, she would have said it outright.

But others would be clowns, while Xie Jingcheng was absolutely not. The woman genuinely possessed the capability to achieve her desires, provided she relentlessly pursued Song Qingxing.

Song Qingxing didn’t know how long her heart could hold out. Perhaps not even a month. After all, humans are fragile, easily succumbing to emptiness, loneliness, and cold.

Otherwise, why would so many people cheat, unable to endure the solitude?

“Mm,” Song Qingxing merely nodded.

Yu Zhi, trailing behind them, didn’t dare approach. Xie Jingcheng had only brought one or two bodyguards this time, without an assistant.

The two bodyguards, cigarettes dangling from their fingertips, deliberately walked slowly, their leather shoes clicking crisply against the campus’s brick paths.

Yu Zhi carried the bags.

Have you ever experienced this feeling? Your boss, ahead, engaged in romantic conversation, while two bodyguards, like hungry wolves, stalked behind.

Every hair on Yu Zhi’s back stood on end. Normally, when walking these shaded paths late at night, her only worry would be whether a monstrous, green-faced ghost might leap from the bushes.

Now, Yu Zhi felt completely safe, but the pressure was overwhelming.

Fortunately, the path wasn’t long. They soon reached the car, and Xie Jingcheng instructed her two bodyguards to return to the vehicle they had arrived in.

She then followed Song Qingxing into the black nanny van.

“How’s the hotel you’re staying at?” Xie Jingcheng asked, pulling out her phone and tapping away, seemingly texting someone. Today, she was wearing contact lenses, which softened her usual aloofness, giving her more of a “dominant CEO” vibe.

Song Qingxing couldn’t explain why she thought that—how embarrassing!

“It’s okay, not a five-star hotel. The company’s reimbursing it, so I don’t get to choose,” Song Qingxing replied lazily, then quickly added, as if realizing her tone might sound ungrateful, “If you’re not comfortable there, we can move to a five-star hotel. It’s just a bit hard to find one near the school on short notice.”

Seeing the little rabbit scrambling to backtrack, Xie Jingcheng couldn’t help but smile inwardly, though she merely shook her head.

“No need. Staying with you is perfect.”

“I glanced through the script today. We can rehearse together before you start filming.”

Xie Jingcheng opened her phone’s photo album, revealing a script she had photographed. The script was densely covered with detailed annotations in red ink.

Song Qingxing leaned closer to look, her heart swelling with unspoken gratitude. She hadn’t expected Xie Jingcheng to take her casual suggestion so seriously.

It seems Xie Jingcheng really does like me, she thought.

But is she just a sucker for looks, or is there something more?

If we’re talking about looks, she’s no less attractive than me. Maybe this is genuine affection.

Song Qingxing wrestled with her doubts, but eventually decided to stop overthinking it. If I keep worrying, I’ll wear out my brain cells and end up senile.

They say a ship straightens out when it reaches the bridge. Maybe that’ll happen for me too, even though it’s more likely the ship will just bend around the bridge.

“Thank you for your help,” Song Qingxing said.

Xie Jingcheng simply shook her head and leaned in closer, so close that Song Qingxing could catch the faint, wind-scattered remnants of her perfume.

The delicate fragrance lingered in the air.

“You don’t need to thank me. Because of you, An Wenqing hasn’t bothered me for days.”

Xie Jingcheng leaned heavily against Song Qingxing’s shoulder, her voice soft, her breath warm against the nape of Song Qingxing’s neck.

Ticklish.

“So, I should be the one thanking you.”

Song Qingxing felt her heart racing. It had been like this for days now, and anyone who didn’t know better might think she had a heart condition.

But only she knew the truth: she had fallen.

The car returned to the hotel, and the two women got out.

Song Qingxing had only taken a few steps when she noticed the two bodyguards emerging from another vehicle.

Looks like they’re staying here tonight too.

After all, Xie Jingcheng was sharing a room with her, so the bodyguards would naturally follow wherever Xie Jingcheng went.

The two bodyguards were carrying something in their hands.

“Miss.”

Their demeanor was respectful, even the bearded man’s eyes lacked any fierceness, replaced by reverence.

As expected, in this world, only two things command respect: superior status and unparalleled wealth. Xie Jingcheng possesses both, so her bodyguards are exceptionally deferential, not at all intimidating.

“Thank you for your trouble,” Xie Jingcheng said curtly before turning around. She held a gift in one hand and extended her other, seemingly wanting to take Song Qingxing’s hand.

But her fingers dangled in the air, unable to reach Song Qingxing because of the distance between them.

After a moment’s hesitation, Song Qingxing stepped forward, allowing Xie Jingcheng’s slender fingertips to curl around her palm.

“How can you not even hold hands properly when you’re carrying something?”

Song Qingxing said with a smile in her eyes, but Xie Jingcheng simply lowered her head, saying nothing.

“I don’t know if you’ll like this gift.”

She had carefully chosen it, but sometimes the gifts you love aren’t appreciated by your lover or friends.

The disappointment of unfulfilled hopes was unpleasant, but Xie Jingcheng still trusted her judgment. Song Qingxing should like the gemstone.

No beauty-loving girl could resist something sparkling and dazzling, right?

Is that really true?

Xie Jingcheng wasn’t sure.

Due to her unique upbringing, she had grown weary of gaudy, bejeweled things from a very young age.

If Song Qingxing could overhear Xie Jingcheng’s thoughts, she would definitely have a few sarcastic remarks to make.

Actress Xie, do you even realize you’re being such a show-off?!

The two returned to their hotel room. Song Qingxing closed the door, but before she could make another move, Xie Jingcheng handed her the gift box.

“Open it.”

“If you like it, we can take things further today.”

Xie Jingcheng pulled something from her pocket. Song Qingxing stood on tiptoe to peek, her ears instantly flushing crimson.

That… that was a transparent finger sleeve!