When My Rival Actress Becomes My Obsessive Lover - Chapter 4

“How did you know…”

So she really had read the fanfiction. Qin Zhi’s phone suddenly rang, and she glanced at the caller ID.

Father.

Qin Zhi answered the call, while Sheng Mingluo quietly scooted closer, pressing against her side to eavesdrop on the conversation.

At this point, the two of them were practically grasshoppers tied to the same string.

Qin Zhi turned on the speakerphone so they could both hear clearly. A deep male voice came through the line.

“Ah-Zhi, when are you coming home? I know you’ve had fierce arguments with your mother and sister… but you must understand us elders. That entertainer—what kind of place does she belong in?”

“If you just apologize to your mother and sister, this whole mess would be over.”

But the more Qin Zhi listened, the darker her expression became. Sheng Mingluo recalled the original novel’s plot and Qin Zhi’s character background—could those wild rumors actually be true?!

She… she really is the second daughter of the Boling Group?!

Damn the author! Why couldn’t they have made her family rich instead? Today was yet another day she wanted to strangle the author.

“I’m not going back… Dad, don’t bother trying to convince me.”

Lost in thought, Sheng Mingluo didn’t notice her knee had already drifted to the edge of the sofa. She leaned in further, trying to catch more of the conversation—

Only for her knee to slip off unexpectedly, sending her tumbling to the floor. The robe slipped open, exposing her long, pale legs entirely. Sheng Mingluo’s face burned crimson—her legs were already sore, and now her whole body ached from the fall.

She couldn’t help but let out a startled yelp.

The woman on the other end of the call clearly heard the noise. Silence hung in the air before Qin Zhi irritably ended the call with a sigh, extending a pale hand toward her.

“Are you okay? How could you be so careless?”

Alright, Sheng Mingluo had to admit—she was completely drained of energy. She could only scramble up awkwardly from the floor, placing her soft, weak hand into Qin Zhi’s. The moment their fingers touched, all the absurd events from last night flooded back into her mind.

Her legs trembled, her entire body flushed red. Clearing her throat, she straightened her disheveled robe and sat primly on the sofa.

Instantly, her entire demeanor turned refined and ladylike.

She really shouldn’t have lost her composure like that—now she’d gone and fallen flat on her butt!

Repent, repent! As a celebrity, she shouldn’t be so undignified.

“I’m fine… but how are we supposed to leave like this?”

“This is a hotel, right? Is the booking under your phone?”

Rubbing her sore waist, Sheng Mingluo checked her phone—no reservation records. She frowned. According to the novel, the two had indulged in passion at a hotel, but back then, she’d skimmed through the scenes, only focusing on the steamy parts.

Now, she was filled with regret. Deep regret! The kind only someone living through it could understand!

She wanted to cry. Who could fathom this agony? If only she hadn’t just skipped to the smut when reading!

She was crushed. Absolutely crushed.

“Yeah, it’s under mine.”

“We’ve got two hours left…”

“Go ahead and extend it. I need to sort out my feelings right now.”

Sheng Mingluo brushed aside her disheveled hair. Beneath her bathrobe was nothing, and now her calves were trembling. She didn’t dare look at the hickeys covering her neck—dense and numerous, extending all the way down to her lower abdomen and waist.

“That… Qin…”

She swallowed the half-spoken name. Addressing her so casually felt disrespectful. After all, in the fanfiction world’s setting, Qin Zhi was her senior—an acclaimed actress.

“Senior Qin, are you… sore?”

Supporting her own waist, Sheng Mingluo stared at Qin Zhi with teary eyes. Surely she wasn’t the only one feeling like her entire body had been run over?

Qin Zhi shook her head slightly, brows furrowing.

She truly lived up to her reputation as a household-name actress and superstar. Her features were like distant mountains in an ink painting—flawless jade.

When not acting, her expression was cold and unapproachable. Sheng Mingluo still felt a little intimidated around her.

Even her pensive expression was breathtaking.

“But my arms are sore… Are you alright?”

The words left Sheng Mingluo speechless. Unconvinced, she leaned in for a closer look. Though Qin Zhi seemed slightly uncomfortable, now wasn’t the time to argue. The priority was figuring out how to escape this bizarre place and return to the real world.

Qin Zhi had hickeys too, but they weren’t as densely clustered as hers. It really did seem like Sheng Mingluo had suffered worse.

“My whole body hurts. I need to check if I have work tomorrow—I have to take a day off.”

Sheng Mingluo fumbled for her phone and scrolled through her group chats and messages.

…Well. Damn the author. Why was she still so obscure even after transmigrating into the novel? Aside from a few invitations from unknown magazines, there was nothing else.

How infuriating.

“I’ll take responsibility for you.”

Sheng Mingluo looked utterly pitiful. Qin Zhi’s mind was hazy with fragmented memories from last night—her gasping breaths, her tears.

“Congratulations, Host—Plot Progression +1!”

“You are still in negative clearance points. Keep working hard!”

The notification chimed simultaneously in both their minds. Sheng Mingluo closed her eyes, then opened them again. Great. So they were being forced to act out a live erotica.

Despicable fanfiction author! Once she got out, she’d track down the account holder and tear them to pieces!

Were they that desperate?

“I’ll contact you later.”

Qin Zhi almost brought up the plot again but held back. She was starting to understand the mechanics of this so-called “fujoshi CP Wish System.”

Forced Mary Sue scenarios.

“Thank you for your concern, Senior Qin, but… could you find me some clothes first? We can’t exactly go out like this.”

Sheng Mingluo made the request sheepishly. If all else failed, she’d have to ask a friend to bring her clothes.

Her assistant wasn’t with her today—they were assigned to another artist under the company. Such was the sorrow of being a nobody: no popularity, no status, not even a dedicated assistant.

“My assistant is nearby. They just messaged me. As for your clothes… I’ll handle it.”

Her gaze lingered on the torn fabric in the distance. The phone in Qin Zhi’s hand kept vibrating—clearly, the caller had tried multiple times without success.

But Qin Zhi ignored every single one.

After a while, there was a faint sound at the door, as if someone was knocking. Sheng Mingluo glanced around the room and realized there was nowhere to hide. She could only straighten her collar to cover up as many marks as possible.

“Finally found you, my dear. What do you need two sets of clothes for?”

The assistant rushed in, carrying two leather-paper shopping bags. Looking up… Qin Zhi sat disheveled on the sofa, next to a dazed-looking woman.

Wasn’t that Sheng Mingluo?!