Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 4

A brief silence fell over the car.

Song Qingxing: …

Fine, just fine!

So Xie Jingcheng thinks my beauty isn’t worth his time, huh?

Playing the underground lover game with someone else, but not even bothering with s3x? Just wanting to kiss? What kind of weird fetish is that?

Well, at least it’s not one of those jobs where you get paid peanuts for endless demands.

When I played the wicked stepmother, the director complained my expressions weren’t vicious enough. He insisted I act like a ferocious tigress, saying that’s what audiences would buy into, making them sympathize with the heroine’s plight.

But real wealthy socialites don’t act like that! They’re all poised and elegant, closing billion-dollar deals with a flick of the wrist. How could they constantly be snarling like some green-faced, fanged she-demon?

But when the sugar daddy speaks, Song Qingxing has no choice but to respond. She forced a smile.

“Whatever you want.”

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.”

Song Qingxing couldn’t stand Xie Jingcheng’s perpetually composed demeanor. The only time she’d seen her slightly flustered was earlier in the room.

Song Qingxing had fully embraced her aura as a top actress.

She suddenly leaned in close, leaving Xie Jingcheng with nowhere to retreat, her shoulder pressed against the car door.

With one hand braced against the door, Song Qingxing executed a classic “domineering CEO” wall pin.

She extended a slender finger to lift Xie Jingcheng’s smooth, delicate chin.

Heh, try to outsmart me, she thought, suppressing a grin. I’ve lived a few more years than you, kid. I’m no longer the naive Song Qingxing you once knew.

After falling from her A-list status, Song Qingxing had endured countless insults and lewd advances. Famous directors would shamelessly place their greasy hands on her thighs, their words dripping with sexual innuendo, accompanied by the foul stench of alcohol that reeked from their mouths.

“Qingxing, this is a major production with a massive budget,” one director had said. “If you really want this role, why don’t you come to my room tonight? We can discuss the script. If you’re a good fit for the character, I’ll make sure you get the part.”

As if!

Such sweet talk.

All he really wanted was to sleep with me.

Song Qingxing couldn’t contain herself any longer. She slapped the director across the face and stormed out of the noisy restaurant gathering, clutching her stinging palm.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Her own palm throbbed with pain, and she could only gently massage it.

While the slap had felt satisfying, it came at the cost of a long-term industry blacklist.

“Xie Jingcheng, you’d better kiss my mouth raw. Don’t even think about taking things further.”

After delivering her defiant words, Song Qingxing released her grip and sank back into the luxurious leather seat of the car.

How many years has it been?

She hadn’t ridden in such a high-end luxury car in ages.

Truly comfortable and relaxing.

It’s so true—it’s easy to grow accustomed to luxury, but difficult to return to frugality.

This time, I won’t repeat the foolish mistakes of my past life.

She closed her eyes to rest.

Unbeknownst to her, Xie Jingcheng’s ears had subtly flushed crimson.

Song Qingxing seems different now?

More passionate and bold.

If she had once been a thorny red rose, Song Qingxing now resembled a vibrant, fully bloomed red camellia.

The film they were shooting was essentially an arthouse piece. When an actor is at the peak of their popularity, it’s natural to want to challenge themselves with a career shift.

Song Qingxing took on this role to prove her acting skills, which had been widely criticized as abysmal. The outcome was predictable.

Not only did she fail to prove herself, but she was also mocked online, with netizens claiming she was completely overshadowed by Xie Jingcheng, the reigning Best Actress.

Furious, Song Qingxing bit her handkerchief while frantically using her burner accounts to like hateful comments about Xie Jingcheng.

The film was nearing completion.

Xie Jingcheng wrapped up her remaining scenes early to rush to her variety show filming and promotional activities.

This left Song Qingxing alone on set, still filming her scenes.

When Xie Jingcheng dropped Song Qingxing off at the film set, she didn’t enter the studio.

“Go ahead,” Xie Jingcheng said. “I’ll be back tonight after finishing my promotional work.”

Such was the life of a celebrity: one moment in City A, the next in City B, thousands of miles away.

Song Qingxing nodded.

After a moment’s thought, she felt it wasn’t right to take advantage of Xie Jingcheng like this.

Now that she had decided to become Xie Jingcheng’s secret lover, she should make some effort in return.

The two were leaning against the exterior of the film set, part of a sprawling studio complex. The arthouse film primarily depicted scenes in a slum.

As a result, the film studio had constructed an incredibly congested and squalid slum set.

Song Qingxing truly admired the director’s ability to find such a place. If she hadn’t been so desperate to reverse her reputation by filming an art film, she would never have come to this godforsaken place where even going to the bathroom meant getting her butt covered in mosquito bites.

Song Qingxing extended her fingers.

Since filming an art film required removing her manicured nails, she had taken them all off. Her natural nails were a delicate pink, with only a small crescent moon at the base.

Her nails were trimmed into a perfectly rounded shape.

“Xie Jingcheng, come here.”

The words sounded like she was coaxing a puppy with a “tsk, tsk, tsk,” yet Xie Jingcheng obediently leaned closer.

Her chin was gently pinched, and Song Qingxing, who had once vehemently resisted kissing scenes, now leaned in proactively.

It was her first time making the first move, and her heart pounded like a drum. But she couldn’t show any weakness. If she faltered, her sugar daddy would manipulate her at will.

Song Qingxing’s delicate pink lips pursed slightly.

She pressed a kiss to Xie Jingcheng’s ear.

Xie Jingcheng’s heart raced, and her neck and cheeks flushed rapidly.

Yet she didn’t pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored the moment.

Her trembling fingers slowly wrapped around Song Qingxing’s waist, pulling her firmly into her embrace.

Xie Jingcheng opened her eyes.

“Song Qingxing, you’ve changed.”

“Just a few days ago, you were so resistant to me.”

Strange, this feels wrong.

However, Xie Jingcheng was a staunch materialist and refused to believe in anything supernatural. She simply assumed Song Qingxing had come to her senses.

After all, ever since childhood, countless people had been willing to fawn over her simply because of her surname, Xie.

Xie Jingcheng had understood this from a young age.

Even as a child, the status of her grandfather, father, and mother meant that plenty of adults were eager to curry favor with her.

“Really?”

“I’ve always been like this.”

Song Qingxing released her grip, gazing with satisfaction at the lipstick mark she’d left near Xie Jingcheng’s ear.

Only then did she let go and step away.

Now that she’d “stamped her claim,” Xie Jingcheng wouldn’t be flirting with anyone else for a while.

After all, she only had one major benefactor.

She needed to hold onto her tightly, because…

The other potential sponsors were either fat and greasy or already married. Reality wasn’t like those novels where every sugar daddy was slim-waisted, long-legged, and hopelessly devoted to you.

Ridiculous.

After parting ways, Song Qingxing led her assistant to the film set.

The director was absent. He and Song Qingxing had clashed violently after her recent refusal to cooperate with filming, and now the assistant director was in charge.

The man had shifty eyes and a rat-like demeanor. His gaze kept leering at Song Qingxing’s chest, making her want to kick him into the next county.