Reborn into the Obsessive Love of a Dark and Twisted Shadow Queen - Chapter 49

Chu Xueyi was surprised that Ji Qingshu had dared to make such a bold move. After a moment of astonishment, she nodded slightly, curious to see just how far this cat who had tasted forbidden fruit would go.

But the moment she nodded, Ji Qingshu moved with lightning speed, closing the distance between them.

Before Chu Xueyi could even register what was happening, she felt a soft pressure on her lips as Ji Qingshu pressed against her.

The kiss was fierce, stealing her breath until her lungs burned with the need to breathe. Only then did Chu Xueyi remember to gasp for air, relieving the suffocating pressure.

Ji Qingshu’s eyes narrowed into a slit as she noticed Chu Xueyi didn’t try to push her away. Emboldened, she deepened the kiss.

Chu Xueyi felt herself losing control, her tongue tingling. She finally pushed Ji Qingshu away.

Even as she was being pushed away, Ji Qingshu lingered, reluctant to break the connection. She stole two more kisses before finally pulling back.

You… Chu Xueyi wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

To be honest, Chu Xueyi had risen to fame early, becoming a young starlet at a young age. Yet her experience with kissing scenes was surprisingly limited.

She had avoided things like accidental finger kisses or using body doubles for such scenes.

Partly, this was because Chu Xueyi worried about Su Shiyu’s reaction. After all, nothing official had happened between them yet, and any rumors linking her to male or female co-stars would be problematic.

And… idol dramas… idol dramas.

Many male and female actors in these dramas were idols by origin, which made it inconvenient to film such scenes properly.

Chu Xueyi later regretted her choices.

Why did I keep getting stuck in these idol dramas where even kiss scenes couldn’t be filmed properly?

But… earning nearly a million yuan per drama was too tempting to resist.

So lucrative! It’s just too lucrative!

Chu Xueyi bowed directly to the allure of money.

However, having been reborn, one should have some aspirations. If Su Shiyu hadn’t constantly demanded money to support her family, Chu Xueyi’s desire for wealth wouldn’t have been so intense. She wouldn’t have been as blinded as in her previous life, foolishly believing that money could bind Su Shiyu tightly to her side.

What is destined will come to pass what is not destined should not be forced.

When Chu Xueyi first heard this centuries-old saying, she hadn’t truly grasped its meaning.

Now, she finally understood.

It was time to let go. She wasn’t right for Su Shiyu, nor was she suited for blindly chasing money.

Since she loved acting, she should carve out her own reputation, become Best Actress, and then endorsements would come flooding in like snowflakes.

Would I even need to act anymore then?

Ahem… I accidentally revealed my true thoughts there.

Having spent years acting in cheesy idol dramas and barely experiencing real kisses, Chu Xueyi was utterly disoriented by Ji Qingshu, a girl whose soul was younger than her own.

How was it, Xueyi? How did I do?

Do you like me more now?

Far from being ashamed, Ji Qingshu seemed proud, inching closer until her cheek brushed lightly against Chu Xueyi’s skin.

She asked if the other girl liked her more now.

I…

Chu Xueyi couldn’t deny that in those brief minutes, she had felt her heart stir.

If she lied and denied it now, she might preserve her aloof image, but she would also be deceiving someone who genuinely loved her.

You did great, Chu Xueyi said, reconsidering her words.

She pulled Ji Qingshu into her arms, her words making the younger girl’s heart race even faster.

Determined not to be outdone, Chu Xueyi gently lifted Ji Qingshu’s smooth, delicate chin with a finger.

Perhaps we could take things further, she murmured.

Qingshu… once I’m completely over my reservations, you’ll be my girlfriend.

The vibrant woman before her widened her eyes. Ji Qingshu’s features, usually carrying a cool, resolute air like a misty gray sky, now radiated an elegant, aloof charm—like a cup of clear green tea.

Yet at this moment, this seemingly bitter green tea tasted unexpectedly sweet, like a bowl of fresh soup.

A faint blush rose on Ji Qingshu’s cheeks. The misty gray sky seemed to have been banished, replaced by the fiery crimson of a sunset, dyed by desire.

Is this a dream? Ji Qingshu whispered to herself, unable to believe that what she had longed for, what she had waited for so long, had finally come true.

Ji Qingshu didn’t sleep a wink that night. Beside her, Chu Xueyi’s even breathing should have lulled her into a deep slumber, as it usually did.

But tonight, everything felt surreal, as if her brain had been flooded with a dozen energy drinks, leaving her wide awake and buzzing with excitement.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel the lingering touch of their lips.

When dawn finally broke, Ji Qingshu glanced at Chu Xueyi, who was still asleep. But her flight was about to depart.

Ji Qingshu needed to study. Though… in her heart, the scales were gradually tipping toward Chu Xueyi, with acting slowly taking a backseat.

Still, Ji Qingshu wasn’t one to abandon her dreams easily. Besides, her relationship with Chu Xueyi seemed stable for now, unlikely to suddenly crumble.

She could temporarily immerse herself in honing her acting skills.

Only by becoming truly exceptional could she hope to capture the attention of the person before her.

Ji Qingshu knew that every time she performed onstage, Chu Xueyi’s eyes would fixate on her, filled with admiration, awe, and even a hint of envy.

But no matter what… as long as Chu Xueyi’s gaze was fixed on her, Ji Qingshu felt utterly content.

She quietly slipped out of bed, dressed, washed up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and prepared to leave.

But as she prepared to leave, Ji Qingshu felt a pang of reluctance. She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a notepad.

As a child, Ji Qingshu had learned everything. Her parents believed that if other children were learning something, she should too. So, when she sat down at the table and picked up a pen, she couldn’t resist showing off her skills, wanting to express her joy and affection.

With a red pen, she drew a rose on the white paper, meticulously outlining its delicate form. Instead of simply coloring it in, she used fine red lines to depict the rose’s intricate veins and the layered patterns of its petals.

Add oil!

At the bottom, Ji Qingshu wrote the Chinese phrase Go for it!.

Feeling it wasn’t enough, she added her name, Qingshu, the characters flowing with a gentle, lingering grace—a stark contrast to her usual sharp, assertive handwriting. This soft, almost coquettish script carried a hint of playfulness.

Afraid the note might be overlooked, Ji Qingshu placed Chu Xueyi’s phone on top of it.

Surely they’ll see it now, she thought to herself.

Having finished her task, she tiptoed out of the hotel room and made her way to the first-class cabin. As soon as she settled into her seat, a wave of drowsiness crashed over her like a tsunami.

No doubt from staying up all night, she thought.

Closing her eyes, Ji Qingshu decided to catch up on some sleep.