Reborn! Entangled with the Obsessive Best Actress - Chapter 7

Song Qingxing found it amusing that the usually aloof Actress Xie could have such a playful side. However, she dared not laugh openly in front of her patron, so she had to suppress her amusement.

She finally understood what it felt like to strain herself so hard she caused internal injuries.

It was an unpleasant sensation.

“But there’s a reason I called you here today,” Xie Jingcheng said, observing Song Qingxing’s struggle to contain her laughter. She wasn’t annoyed; if anyone else had dared to mock her like this, they would have been torn to shreds long ago.

Xie Jingcheng recalled Song Qingxing’s first acting role. To portray a poor character, she had worn a thin tank top deliberately torn in several places.

Even poor people wouldn’t wear clothes that were practically falling apart, Xie Jingcheng had thought at the time. Am I just too out of touch?

Yet those deliberate tears, like peeking through a hole in the wedding night window, only made Song Qingxing’s alluring figure more tantalizingly visible.

Standing beneath the swaying trees in the summer breeze, her features partially obscured by dappled shadows, she stirred a deep longing in Xie Jingcheng’s heart.

I wanted to kiss her right then, Xie Jingcheng thought, a troubling realization forming in her mind. This isn’t love.

Little did she know, love often arrives without reason.

“Yes, yes, yes… I understand,” Song Qingxing nodded.

Come on, the term “sugar daddy” says it all, right? Who spends money on charity?

If Xie Jingcheng was willing to give her resources, there would inevitably be a price to pay. Song Qingxing reached down and tugged at her dress.

Finally, with a determined bite of her lip and a stomp of her foot, she ripped it off.

Song Qingxing, what are you afraid of?

At least this is better than those colleagues dating male celebrities they fished out of the trash. They’re all ugly and deformed, barely surviving without heavy editing and filters.

Yet they still have hordes of fans.

They’re practically the capitalists’ ugly children.

It’s just a kiss, right?

If I don’t kiss Xie Jingcheng’s lips raw, I’ll change my name!

Having declared her bold ambition, Song Qingxing braced herself on the bed, her buttons already undone, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

“What do you want to do?”

Xie Jingcheng slowly leaned in, their noses touching, their lips barely brushing before pulling away.

“Done.”

Xie Jingcheng released her, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. The sensation was completely different from their staged kisses during filming.

“See you tomorrow.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up, ready to leave.

“Wait…”

Song Qingxing’s eyes widened in disbelief, then she nervously clutched the hem of her dress, waiting for Xie Jingcheng to turn around.

Finally, she spoke hesitantly, “Xie Jingcheng, are you really not going to do anything more… intimate? Then why did you propose such a contract? Don’t you think you’re getting the short end of the stick?”

If Xie Jingcheng was only interested in hugs, kisses, and light touches, how could Song Qingxing possibly justify demanding those exorbitant resources?

One advantage of being reborn was knowing all the future blockbuster dramas, including arthouse films. With this knowledge, she could remain a top star for decades!

Song Qingxing had initially planned to use Xie Jingcheng to directly secure these resources. After all, landing major productions wasn’t just about popularity and acting talent; it depended more on backing capital and corporate maneuvering.

“These things mean little to me,” Xie Jingcheng replied.

“I’m not comfortable with more intimate contact.”

“This arrangement suits me perfectly. It helps alleviate my desires.”

Xie Jingcheng reached out to fasten Song Qingxing’s buttons, exuding the composure of Liu Xiahui, the legendary figure known for his unwavering virtue.

“Rest well today. I heard you insisted on doing your own stunts.”

“Perhaps this is a good start.”

With these words, Xie Jingcheng turned and left Song Qingxing’s hotel room, her retreating figure resolute.

Alright.

Someone actually insisted on becoming a nun.

Song Qingxing naturally wouldn’t try to stop her. She closed her eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Today’s performance had exhausted her, so she slept soundly, her mind completely blank.

She slept until dawn, though the sky was only just beginning to lighten with a pale, fish-belly white glow. The fiery red sunrise had barely peeked over the horizon.

“Sister Song, breakfast is ready.”

Yu Zhi had taken a taxi to a nearby restaurant specializing in congee and brought back a light, savory porridge.

To maintain her figure, Song Qingxing usually only took a bite or two. Yu Zhi always ordered a large portion and finished whatever Song Qingxing left behind.

This practice had once been exposed by someone in the industry, who accused Song Qingxing of mistreating her staff. Yu Zhi had to clarify that she wasn’t eating leftovers; in fact, following Song Qingxing around and finishing her meals had actually made her gain weight.

Song Qingxing loved delicious food but could only savor a single bite. The rest was left for Yu Zhi to handle.

Dishes like scallion-braised shrimp, garlic-flavored crawfish, and crispy-skinned Peking duck were all sampled with just a tiny morsel to satisfy her cravings.

Over the years as her assistant, Yu Zhi’s wallet had grown fat—and her waistline had expanded right along with it.

Yu Zhi was very satisfied with her job.

Song Qingxing removed her eye mask, her hair still a mess. She yawned, a few physiological tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

Still half-asleep, Song Qingxing decided to eat a few bites first before brushing her teeth, washing her face, and applying makeup. Eating with makeup on would be inconvenient, and she’d have to be careful not to get lipstick on her spoon or cup.

Yu Zhi froze, taking a few steps back, trembling slightly.

“Sister Song, are you… possessed by a ghost?”

As one of the entertainment industry’s top-tier female celebrities, Song Qingxing was notorious for her terrible temper. She would never normally say “thank you.”

Hearing her say it today startled Yu Zhi. Song Qingxing had been acting strangely for the past few days, and the entertainment industry was deeply superstitious.

For example, during filming commencement ceremonies, offerings were made to heaven and earth, and some even worshipped Guan Yu, the god of war.

There were persistent rumors in the industry that some people, desperate for career success, had resorted to raising ghost children or wearing Buddhist amulets—truly depraved acts.

But humans are easily influenced by their environment. Having spent years in the entertainment industry, running errands for Song Qingxing, Yu Zhi had inevitably absorbed some of this superstitious fear.

“What are you thinking? Have you ever seen a ghost wandering around in broad daylight?”

Song Qingxing was speechless. Her own experience was far more fantastical than seeing a ghost—this was reincarnation, after all!

It was like being thrown back seven or eight years!

“You’re right,” Yu Zhi nodded in sudden realization.

As they were chatting, a knock came at the hotel room door. Yu Zhi stood up and opened it, assuming it was a crew member urging them to hurry.

She was about to say, “Song Qingxing is already getting ready, what’s the rush?”

But then she saw Xie Jingcheng standing there, carrying something in her hand.

“I brought Qingxing some food,” Xie Jingcheng said, holding out a plastic bag. Inside, a delicate sandwich shifted—it contained only eggs and some shredded meat, nothing high in calories.

“You don’t have to—”

Yu Zhi’s words trailed off as she remembered the paparazzi photos trending online.

Song Qingxing’s relationship with Xie Jingcheng was now ambiguous, so Yu Zhi couldn’t refuse. She opened the door wider, clearing the hallway.

“Actress Xie, don’t stay too long. Make it quick—Qingxing has filming later. Oh, and remember, no neck or chin bites. The concealer won’t cover them well.”

Xie Jingcheng: ……

She hadn’t even done anything yet!

How could this little assistant’s mind wander so far into the gutter?