When My Rival Actress Becomes My Obsessive Lover - Chapter 5

“You… you two… Sorry, I didn’t see anything… I… I’ll just leave now!”

Covering her eyes with her fingers, the assistant blushed furiously, stammering as she backed away.

“No need. It’s exactly what you think it is.”

“Do I have any other schedule this afternoon?”

Staring fixedly at her shoes, Fang Qing was startled by the icy tone. Gripping the door handle, she could only report honestly.

“N-no, boss. I really didn’t see anything. I have amnesia today, yes, total amnesia!”

Had she just stumbled upon some dark, unspoken rule? Qin Zhi was in a hotel with a junior from their company—this was bad. Was she going to be silenced?

The notoriously picky Qin Zhi had gone through several assistants since Fang Qing joined the company. She hadn’t been working there long, but the gossip from the veterans kept her constantly on edge.

She never knew when she might lose her job.

The pay and benefits were great, but the constant anxiety was exhausting.

“Am I really that terrifying?”

“Anyway, keep today’s incident to yourself. It’s for everyone’s good.”

Picking up the paper bag beside her, Qin Zhi handed it to Sheng Mingluo, the rustling sound unusually clear in the hotel room.

“Boss! I swear I won’t say a word—my conscience is as clear as the sky and earth!”

Pressing her forehead against the hotel door, Fang Qing squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying to every deity she could think of—Amitabha, the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva—to protect her career.

Sheng Mingluo nearly burst out laughing at the absurd scene. Suppressing her amusement, she took the bag and headed to the bathroom. Only when changing did she realize something was off—the clothes seemed a size too big, hanging loosely on her frame.

A faint fragrance lingered on the fabric, and it dawned on her: these were likely Qin Zhi’s personal clothes. But she didn’t want to trouble her further. She’d wash them and return them later.

The hem of the top draped past her thighs, the sleeves and collar oversized. Sheng Mingluo sighed—even the black jeans were too long.

Qin Zhi was slightly taller than her… Had the damn author messed with her height stats? Sheng Mingluo suddenly realized she was shorter than before. Unbelievable!

Did the author only remember to check Baidu while writing? How outdated was that info?

This height matched her early debut days. She wanted to punch someone—repeatedly. Not only was she broke in this fanfiction world, but she was also shorter? Someone save her.

Rolling up the pant legs, Sheng Mingluo stepped out in the hotel’s disposable slippers.

“Senior, you can go change now.”

“Thank you for today. I’ll return the clothes later.”

“No need to be so polite. Let’s keep in touch.”

Qin Zhi’s words carried a hidden meaning. Sheng Mingluo nodded in understanding—they needed to figure out how to return to the real world together.

Standing by the door, Fang Qing felt like she’d overheard something earth-shattering.

Oh god, was she even supposed to hear this?

Who would have thought that two people who barely interacted at work could end up in such an ambiguous situation at the same hotel! This was the kind of thing that only happened in fanfiction.

Fang Qing was already silently griping in her heart.

Her gaze timidly shifted from her own shoes. Like a student being punished to stand, she couldn’t help but let her eyes wander—only to be startled once more.

At the foot of the bed lay a messy pile of clothes… black lace lingerie, scandalously seductive. How the times have fallen, how the times have fallen.

She quickly averted her eyes, desperate to escape this den of impropriety.

“Hey, you don’t have to keep standing… take a seat if you want.”

Sheng Mingluo gathered the scattered clothes from the floor, her ears also reddening. Seeing Qin Zhi’s assistant still frozen by the door, too afraid to move, she couldn’t help but feel a little amused.

“Ah, right, right… Miss Sheng, we’ve met at the company before. I was recently transferred to be Teacher Qin Zhi’s assistant.”

“Pleasure to meet you!”

Only after saying this did Fang Qing realize how inappropriate the setting was. Sheng Mingluo, however, didn’t seem to mind. Logically speaking, this person should also be an NPC—though Sheng Mingluo wasn’t sure how this world was written. She had no impression of Qin Zhi’s assistant, as the assistants around her changed frequently.

“Pleasure. Perhaps we’ll have another chance to meet.”

“I’ll take you back.”

Qin Zhi, now dressed, emerged just in time to hear Fang Qing and Sheng Mingluo’s exchange. She glanced at Sheng Mingluo’s utterly exhausted state.

She couldn’t just let her take a taxi back alone. This was Qin Zhi’s way of being kind, watching as Sheng Mingluo stuffed the chaotic mess of clothes into the paper bag they’d changed out of earlier.

“Oh? Then thank you, Senior.”

Sheng Mingluo smiled, deciding to accept the offer graciously. After rummaging through the hotel room, she found her bag tucked to the side.

The contents were no different from what she usually carried. She exhaled in relief—thankfully, there was nothing strange inside, or she’d really be unable to clear her name.

Wait… it seemed she was already beyond clearing her name.

“I’ll go ahead and get the car ready!”

Fang Qing finally seized the opportunity to bolt, slipping out of the hotel in a flash. At the elevator, she patted her chest. Your elite circles are truly chaotic.

That said, the two of them together were quite the sight—a feast for the eyes.

“Are you alright? Do you need help?”

Qin Zhi watched as Sheng Mingluo trembled with every step, looking far worse off than herself—Qin Zhi only had sore arms at most.

“Thank you…”

Since the offer was made, refusing would be too rude. A free crutch was a free crutch, and Sheng Mingluo didn’t overthink it. Clearly, in this world, her fate and Qin Zhi’s were already intertwined.

“No need for thanks… I suspect we’ll have plenty more opportunities like this.”

Her words carried a deeper meaning. Though Qin Zhi hadn’t read the fanfiction to know what scenes it described, from the moment they woke up this morning, the ending was already foreseeable.

She glanced tentatively at Sheng Mingluo’s expression—sure enough, her lips were pale, her face ashen.

No more, how many more times must I endure this hellish scene? Sheng Mingluo leaned weakly against Qin Zhi’s shoulder, wanting to cry, wanting to die—it was unbearable.

I hate you fujoshi.

“Senior, please stop talking… my heart hurts so much…”

“Alright, I won’t say anymore.”

Qin Zhi supported her as they descended, Sheng Mingluo slumped against her shoulder like a puppet with its strings cut, completely drained of energy. The couple in the elevator kept glancing their way.

Damn, they’re so lovey-dovey.

Even in the elevator they’re stuck together.