Reborn into the Obsessive Love of a Dark and Twisted Shadow Queen - Chapter 43

Ji Qingshu typed this line as she stepped out of her luxury car. She had returned home to handle this matter because…

Although Chu Xueyi was indeed a rising star, the director’s eyes lit up at her name.

He was slightly surprised, however, when she insisted on playing only the supporting role.

Miss Ji, I know you’re deeply concerned about Miss Chu’s career prospects. Coincidentally, we’re facing some funding issues ourselves.

Ji Qingshu had chosen to return home precisely to leverage her family’s opulent background and immediately impress the director.

Though she wasn’t involved in business,

with parents as shrewd and capable as seasoned foxes, how could they possibly raise a foolish daughter?

The moment the director answered the call, he had braced himself for a scam. To his astonishment, it was indeed the heiress of the Ji Family.

The director rubbed his hands together excitedly, like a fly.

Finding a new investor could cause significant delays, pushing back the entire production… But with the Ji Family’s backing, we could start filming immediately!

Ji Qingshu had little interest in web dramas.

Because… she found their scripts utterly unappealing.

If Ji Qingshu were to act,

she would only choose roles she genuinely liked—a true heiress’s temperament.

Investment is fine. You don’t need to beat around the bush. A web drama is just pocket change for me.

But you must agree that Chu Xueyi gets to choose all the roles.

The director slammed his hand on the table.

Deal!

It’s settled then!

A talented cast and top-tier investment—this was like hitting the jackpot. He couldn’t believe his luck.

It was like wanting to sleep and having someone hand you a pillow.

After finalizing the agreement, the director couldn’t resist continuing to flatter Ji Qingshu with a beaming smile.

I never imagined Miss Ji would be such a chivalrous heroine, throwing money around to win a beauty’s smile!

Ji Qingshu remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. This director has clearly been filming martial arts dramas for too long, she thought. His brain’s gone soft.

When Chu Xueyi first made this request, Ji Qingshu had immediately started racking her brain, trying to figure out what made this director so special.

After reviewing his previous works, Ji Qingshu was surprised by Chu Xueyi’s discerning eye. Despite the meager budgets and subpar costumes and props, the director’s shots were remarkably striking.

His insistence on filming on location revealed a genuine skill.

Who knew the person I admire had such excellent taste?

But why?

Why does she see Su Shiyu’s worth but not mine?

Just thinking about it made Ji Qingshu’s teeth ache with bitterness.

Chu Xueyi received Ji Qingshu’s reply and raised an eyebrow.

As expected of Miss Ji, she thought. Her first move is to secure the female lead for me.

While the female lead certainly had more screen time, many actors failed to grasp a crucial point more screen time doesn’t guarantee a classic performance, nor does it necessarily attract more fans.

Chu Xueyi had once been blinded by the allure of screen time herself, but she now understood that quality trumps quantity. A few exceptional scenes were far more impactful than countless mediocre ones.

How could I possibly ask for the female lead? Besides, I only like that one character.

But I still need you to ask for me, Qingshu. Please help me secure it.

Chu Xueyi paused, realizing that these polite words alone might make her seem like a manipulative woman who discards people after using them.

She scrolled through her emoji library until she found the perfect one a cute little rabbit hugging a heart.

She remembered Huang Yi often sending her this emoji, usually accompanied by cheesy messages like My dearest bestie! Chu Xueyi had saved the image, mimicking her friend’s style.

Who knew it would come in handy now?

After hitting send, Chu Xueyi immediately turned off her phone. Even though she’d only sent an emoji, she felt like she’d just died of embarrassment in person.

Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

Chu Xueyi had experienced this feeling firsthand before—when she and Su Shiyu first added each other as friends.

She had always believed that someone with a dead heart couldn’t feel this way, but now she realized that wasn’t entirely true.

Because she was actually… actually feeling that inexplicable flutter of excitement again.

Seeing the emoji Ji Qingshu had sent, Ji Qingshu let out a soft chuckle through her nose and tapped the screen with her thumb.

Saved.

You’re welcome. Consider this my way of showing I’m fighting for you, she typed back.

With this brief exchange concluded, Chu Xueyi simply had to wait quietly for Ji Qingshu to arrive at the dormitory.

Returning to their room, she thought about how Ji Qingshu had always been the one taking the initiative to clean while Chu Xueyi was often too busy. Now that she had some free time, she rolled up her sleeves and started tidying up while waiting.

The dormitory wasn’t particularly large, but cleaning it thoroughly still took a considerable amount of time.

After half an hour of bustling around, Chu Xueyi wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Looking at the gleaming bedroom, she felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

Perhaps the cleaning had warmed her up, because Chu Xueyi began searching for clothes, eager to take a long, luxurious shower.

She wanted to wash away the lingering sweat and grime.

When Ji Qingshu pushed open the door, the first thing she heard was the splashing of water. She barely needed to think to know what Chu Xueyi was doing.

She instinctively walked to the side of the desk.

From here, Ji Qingshu could perfectly admire Chu Xueyi’s figure.

Even through the frosted glass, it was enough for her.

Gradually, the sound of water faded.

Chu Xueyi emerged wearing a loose bathrobe, casually drying her long hair with a towel as she reached for the hairdryer.

That’s when she noticed Ji Qingshu.

The other woman was sitting on the desk, staring intently at her, and Chu Xueyi had no idea when she’d arrived.

Qingshu?

Chu Xueyi knew exactly what Ji Qingshu was looking at—her figure. She initially felt embarrassed, tightening her robe around herself.

But then, an uncontrollable joy surged through her.

Being stared at by someone was usually intrusive, but… being stared at by someone you liked felt completely different.

Chu Xueyi could sense that her attraction to Ji Qingshu wasn’t just physical.

She could feel Ji Qingshu’s affection for her was both psychological and physical.

Ahem…

Ji Qingshu frantically grabbed a glass of water from the desk, took a hasty sip, and nearly choked in her haste.

I just got back to the dorm. My legs are a bit tired from walking, so I’m just resting here.

Ji Qingshu’s excuse was clumsy at best.

However, Chu Xueyi tactfully refrained from calling her out on it.

Instead, she turned and picked up the red box she had placed on the bed.