Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 39

So direct? Though Song Qingxing knew that being a “golden canary” meant providing such services, she still felt overwhelmed by this immediate advance.

Her gaze fell on the exquisitely wrapped gift box. If I act unimpressed and refuse the gift, could I avoid today’s service? she wondered.

But dodging the first day wouldn’t prevent the inevitable. Sooner or later, she would have to face this reality. Otherwise, why would they invest so heavily in grooming her?

Surely they’re not just buying me as a decorative vase? That’s absurd.

Yet she truly wasn’t prepared. Perhaps I should just say I don’t like the gift. If I refuse it, I can avoid taking things further today.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Song Qingxing’s trembling fingers untied the ribbon.

Inside lay a sapphire necklace, its gems crystal-clear and as deep blue as the ocean.

This rivals the “Heart of the Ocean” from the Titanic!

The necklace sparkled dazzlingly, catching the light.

Song Qingxing genuinely loved beautiful gemstones. She found diamonds transparent and flashy, but ultimately lacking the vibrant colors and allure of other gems.

No fool would refuse such a magnificent gemstone.

Song Qingxing’s mind was locked in a fierce internal struggle. As she hesitated, Xie Jingcheng moved her hand.

“Keep opening it. There’s another layer below.”

Seeing Song Qingxing’s hesitation, Xie Jingcheng simply continued, her voice gentle. She wanted to make Song Qingxing happy, regardless of whether she succeeded today.

Haste makes waste.

Xie Jingcheng had always been willing to wait patiently. Only a slow simmer could draw out the richest flavors.

As if waking from a dream, Song Qingxing reached out and opened the next layer of the gift box.

Inside lay blue earrings, rings, and necklaces. Several of the pieces were designs Song Qingxing had saved in her phone’s photo album.

These were all masterpieces by renowned designers, nearly all limited-edition and long since acquired by an Indian billionaire. They should have been impossible to find on the market.

“Did you go to the auction the other day…?”

The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. Song Qingxing instantly understood why Xie Jingcheng had gone to the auction that day.

These were all genuine.

The certificates must be stacked at the bottom of the box, causing it to bulge slightly. Song Qingxing was stunned. Even the dowries given by some wealthy families when marrying off their daughters likely wouldn’t match this extravagance.

Xie Jingcheng had given her so much at once, clearly showing genuine affection without any pretense.

“But…”

“I’m not ready yet.”

Song Qingxing lowered her head, letting her ears flush crimson. No matter how moved she was, she couldn’t deceive Xie Jingcheng. She truly wasn’t ready.

“As long as you like it, it doesn’t matter if you’re not ready,” Xie Jingcheng said, realizing she had been too forward. She put the gifts back in her pocket. After all, she had bought them as gifts without expecting anything in return.

Song Qingxing felt she was being overly dramatic. If she kept pushing Xie Jingcheng away, she might drive her away for good.

She’s a major Gold Sponsor!

I can’t afford to ignore her.

Biting her lip, Song Qingxing finally made up her mind. She set the gift box aside and reached out to pull Xie Jingcheng closer.

Though she had never been in a relationship, she had seen plenty of romantic interactions on set—both on-screen and off. Whether it was a director flirting with a female star or male and female stars flirting with each other, Song Qingxing had picked up a few tricks.

She looped her arm around Xie Jingcheng’s neck, her delicate skin brushing against the soft hair at the nape of her neck, sending shivers down Xie Jingcheng’s spine.

“I knew from the start that you would fall for my beauty.”

Though the statement bordered on shameless, the truth was gradually proving itself, just as she had predicted.

Song Qingxing had never doubted her own allure.

She saw nothing wrong with having an “intimate encounter” with a beautiful woman, viewing it as a way to compensate for her lifelong virginity in her previous life.

However, she couldn’t afford to become too deeply involved.

Song Qingxing repeatedly warned herself internally: the price of avoiding deep entanglement was maintaining control.

She leaned in and kissed Xie Jingcheng first.

The difference between initiating and being initiated was vast. You had to learn to pry open your partner’s lips, to part their teeth, and to make Xie Jingcheng cooperate.

Their lips met in a soft, fragrant tangle, their bodies entwined in fervent embrace.

Xie Jingcheng felt her entire body grow weak, unable to resist this unprecedented sensation—a feeling she had never experienced in her millennia of existence.

A unique connection reserved for one person alone.

She wrapped her arms around Song Qingxing’s back, guiding them clumsily to the bed. As Xie Jingcheng’s dark hair cascaded down, Song Qingxing looked like a temptingly sinful fox spirit.

As Xie Jingcheng listened to the soft moans in her ear, she was completely immersed in the moment. But just as her fingers tightened around Song Qingxing’s wrist, she felt the other woman’s shoulder flinch.

“Why are you trembling?” Xie Jingcheng asked, her gentle voice clear and crisp, like pearls rolling across jade. The sound brought a measure of clarity to Song Qingxing’s dazed mind.

“Probably just nervous,” Song Qingxing replied. Noticing Xie Jingcheng trying to stand, she immediately wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist. “No need. I can handle this little trouble myself.”

Song Qingxing had made up her mind and had no intention of backing down. She would keep Xie Jingcheng here, even if her methods were somewhat unscrupulous.

Xie Jingcheng lowered her head again.

That night, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.

Yu Zhi didn’t sleep well, her mind racing with questions about why Xie Jingcheng was keeping such a close watch on Song Qingxing on set.

Even if they were lovers, this level of surveillance seemed excessive, bordering on obsessive.

She couldn’t help but worry about her boss.

If Song Qingxing exhausted herself, how would she film her scenes? Some scenes required her to showcase her figure. Wouldn’t this make filming even more difficult?

Despite her concerns, Yu Zhi knew she was just a junior assistant with little influence.

She could only hope that tonight, the two would simply talk under the covers, without any further excesses. Of course, even as she wished this, she knew it was a pipe dream.

The next morning, Yu Zhi woke up anxious.

She had sent countless messages to Song Qingxing, but received no reply.

Oh no! Oh no!

The Gold Sponsor must have really taken advantage of her.

Yu Zhi had been reading a lot of “Gold Sponsor” novels lately. In those stories, all ten of the Qing Dynasty’s most brutal tortures seemed to be on display. She was deeply worried about Song Qingxing.

Yet she didn’t dare disturb them. This torment felt like being an ant on a hot pan, with someone pouring oil in to make the surface even slicker, so the ant’s feet slipped and it couldn’t crawl out of the round-bottomed pan no matter how hard it tried.

As the clock approached eleven, Yu Zhi could no longer bear the suspense. Delaying filming would inevitably lead to consequences from the company.

Summoning her courage, she approached Song Qingxing’s door and knocked lightly.

“Sister Song, we need to head to the set now.”