Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 47

Changing clothes didn’t take long. Song Qingxing quickly swapped her shirt. Since Xie Jingcheng was taller, the sleeves hung down to her wrists.

A sudden downpour forced the crew to call it a day early, as the indoor sets weren’t ready. The staff were delighted, some heading out for group dinners while others planned movie dates with their girlfriends.

Xie Jingcheng had originally planned to take Song Qingxing out for some fun. Having heard that Song Qingxing loved flowers, she had found a botanical museum with a special section dedicated to roses, including rare varieties.

Finding such a place in the city had taken some effort, especially the greenhouse, which was primarily used for research purposes. It was rarely open to the public, but Xie Jingcheng’s “financial leverage” made all obstacles melt away.

As Xie Jingcheng led Song Qingxing to the car, she prepared to show her photos of the museum. If Song Qingxing didn’t like it, they would cancel the trip.

Many things require consulting one’s partner rather than acting unilaterally. Just because you like something doesn’t mean they will.

But before she could even open her photo album, a call came through.

“Hello?”

The caller was the butler from her family estate. He rarely called unless it was urgent, knowing how busy she was.

“Young Miss, the Old Madam wishes to host a ball and has been constantly asking about you. Would you have time to return?”

The butler spoke with utmost respect, his aged voice filled with humility.

Xie Jingcheng sighed. Her grandmother had always doted on her, and she couldn’t possibly refuse. Though she longed to pursue love, some things couldn’t be rushed.

A cold stone needed months pressed against her chest to warm it.

“I’ll come back.”

The family estate wasn’t far from the city. With careful timing, the journey would take only about a day.

After all, planes were still quite fast in this era. A short nap on the flight would have her there in no time.

First-class cabins were perfectly suitable for sleeping—quiet, undisturbed, and equipped with convenient amenities for washing up and relaxing.

Xie Jingcheng hung up after a brief conversation with the butler, her gaze lingering on the vibrant roses in the photo. She sighed softly, realizing the path to winning Song Qingxing’s heart would be long and arduous.

“What’s wrong?”

Sensing the change in Xie Jingcheng’s demeanor, Song Qingxing tilted her head and immediately noticed the beautiful roses in the photo album.

This variety looks quite expensive.

“Are you planning to buy me flowers? You don’t need to be so romantic,” Song Qingxing said gently, declining the gesture. It wasn’t that she disliked flowers; rather, with her current filming schedule, such expensive blooms would only sit in her hotel room, their fragrance enjoyed only in the evenings before wilting within a couple of days.

What’s the point? she thought. It would be better to buy them during my vacation after filming wraps.

Then her room would be filled with fragrance, and she could savor it all day long.

Even in her poorest, most desperate times, Song Qingxing would buy herself a small bouquet of fresh flowers. The scent transformed her cramped rental apartment into a five-star hotel in her mind.

As Song Qingxing spoke, her cheek unconsciously rested against Xie Jingcheng’s shoulder. Xie Jingcheng’s heart raced, but she remained silent, knowing that any sudden movement or word might scare away this timid rabbit.

Instead, she swiped through the album, showing Song Qingxing photos of the greenhouse.

“I wanted to take you to this place. I had a feeling you’d appreciate flowers.”

In truth, Xie Jingcheng had secretly asked Song Qingxing’s friends for this information, but she kept it to herself, relishing the sight of the little rabbit’s surprised expression.

“Really?” Song Qingxing said, a hint of surprise in her voice. “I didn’t even know this city had a greenhouse.”

“But unfortunately, I have to go back to my grandmother’s place,” Xie Jingcheng said, shaking her head and voicing her regret. “I probably won’t be able to visit today.”

“That’s okay,” Song Qingxing replied. “I’ll wait for you to come back. We can go together then. Admiring flowers alone… it’s just so boring.”

She spoke truthfully, but inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief. The Gold Sponsor was finally leaving, and she would finally have some personal time. It wasn’t that she disliked Xie Jingcheng; she just felt exhausted from constantly managing her reactions around her.

It was incredibly difficult not to be drawn in.

Having such a gentle and beautiful woman constantly around you, considering your every need from meals to clothing, and even drying your long hair for you…

Anyone would be tempted.

Not being tempted would be downright inhuman.

“Then it’s a promise,” Xie Jingcheng said suddenly, extending her hand and wiggling her pinky finger in front of Song Qingxing’s eyes.

Anyone who had played the “pinky promise” game as a child would instantly recognize the gesture. Who would have thought that the dignified young miss of a wealthy family would engage in such a childish pledge?

Still, it was rather amusing.

Song Qingxing extended her own pinky, and their fingers intertwined. In that moment, Song Qingxing felt as if she had been transported back to her childhood.

“I promise you, when I get back, I’ll take you to the greenhouse.”

“No lies, or you’re a puppy!”

Song Qingxing finished the rhyme with a twinkle in her eye. They released their hands, and the car pulled up to the hotel. Xie Jingcheng instructed the driver to drop Song Qingxing off first before heading to the airport.

The black limousine glided through the torrential rain and mist, arriving at the luxurious hotel. The bodyguard in the front passenger seat stepped out, unfurling a black umbrella to open the car door for them.

Xie Jingcheng strode out, her long legs stepping onto the rain-soaked pavement. After only a few steps, she turned back and pulled Song Qingxing out of the car.

“I’m heading to the airport soon,” Xie Jingcheng said. “Remember to take care of yourself these next few days. The weather is unpredictable and you might catch a cold.”

Xie Jingcheng’s meticulous instructions were uncharacteristic of her usual reserved demeanor. Yet, when it came to someone she cared for, she seemed to have endless words to share.

Though their affection had blossomed from an absurd case of love at first sight, Song Qingxing had come to realize through deeper acquaintance that Xie Jingcheng was truly a remarkable person.

Even when her personality was difficult, Xie Jingcheng had still loved her.

When calm, she was like a snow mountain goddess; when fiery, she resembled a demonic sect’s holy maiden. Either way, she captivated Xie Jingcheng completely.

She had barely taken a few steps when she noticed someone waiting outside the hotel. The person held a black umbrella and, upon seeing Xie Jingcheng, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on their nose.

“Young Miss,” the butler said respectfully. “The Old Madam sent me to fetch you. She wishes to meet your girlfriend.”

Though the butler spoke with utmost deference, Xie Jingcheng felt a sense of helplessness. She knew she couldn’t refuse him, even though he was merely a servant of her family. He answered only to her grandmother.

This felt like dealing with the emperor’s chief eunuch—his words carried the weight of the emperor’s own decree.

“Could we postpone this for a few days? Qingxing is filming right now and might not be available.”

“That won’t be a problem. I’ve already spoken with the production team.”

The butler’s hair was graying, and wrinkles crinkled around his forehead and mouth when he smiled. Yet Song Qingxing couldn’t shake the feeling that this smile concealed a hidden blade.

It seemed she had no choice but to go.

Biting her lip, Song Qingxing imagined what the Xie Family must be saying about her behind her back—probably painting her as some kind of fox spirit.