After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 55

The night in the silk tent was warm, and from then on, the sovereign never attended court early.

The beast who had sampled meat for the first time (more or less) last night couldn’t restrain herself, and the little temptress was incredibly seductive. The two passionately lingered until midnight. When Ji Ruyue woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. According to the original plan, they were supposed to depart and return home today.

Only faint residual light filtered through the luxurious, heavy curtains. The bedroom was dimly lit, and when Ji Ruyue opened her eyes, she couldn’t immediately tell if it was the middle of the night or morning.

She rubbed her slightly sore waist, lifted a corner of the blanket, and saw that her naked body was covered in red plum blossoms. Ji Ruyue’s ears turned crimson, and she quickly covered herself back up.

I… I actually did it to her. I’m an animal!

Ji Ruyue inwardly scolded herself, yet her heart was filled with a subtle, overwhelming tenderness. She rubbed her earlobe and tilted her head to look at the person still sound asleep.

Song Xingzi was sleeping soundly, her pink lips naturally slightly parted, emitting steady breaths. Her pure face carried a sense of tranquil sanctity.

Recalling Song Xingzi’s seductive entanglement last night, Ji Ruyue was inexplicably struck by this contrasting cuteness and reached out to pinch Song Xingzi’s soft cheek.

The cool fingertips gently touched her cheek, like a refreshing breeze in summer. Song Xingzi reached out, caught Ji Ruyue’s hand, and rubbed it against her face.

“Song, Song Xingzi.”

Like an electric current, it struck her fingertips, flowed to her heart, and every part of her burned. Ji Ruyue withdrew her hand with a blush and stammered, “Song, Song Xingzi, it’s time to get up.”

“Wuwuwu, Ji Ji, you ungrateful wretch! You put on your skirt and deny everything!” The cool breeze was extinguished. Song Xingzi rolled over and hugged the cool Ji Ruyue. Their naked bodies touched. She opened her eyes and stared at the person trying to evade her, complaining, “Yesterday in bed, you were calling me ‘Little Sweetheart’—oh no, you were calling me ‘Little Star.’ Today, you wake up and coldly call me by my full name.”

“Hmph! I knew it. All you CEOs are the same—only passionate in bed, regardless of gender!”

Song Xingzi pushed away the completely stiff Ji Ruyue and sat up, turning her back to her, without caring that she was completely naked.

The girl’s fair, smooth back had clear lines. Red plum blossoms were imprinted on her distinct butterfly bones, a mix of purity and desire. Ji Ruyue watched, her face burning with shame.

Did I… perhaps go a little too far?

The innocent second female lead covered her face and engaged in self-reflection.

She had clearly decided to love her properly and stop dwelling on those dark, despairing thoughts. Why did she start being shy after they slept together? Why was she calling her by her full name again, like before? It really did resemble the behavior of a playboy after a casual hookup.

“Hmph!” Song Xingzi’s fragile shoulders trembled slightly, her voice sounding wronged and hurt. “Ji Ji, you meanie!”

Ji Ruyue pushed clothes towards her, turned her face away, and tentatively said, “Xing, cough, cough, Star.”

Song Xingzi instantly beamed, taking the dress and putting it on. “Aye!”

“Ji Ji, why don’t you look at me? Are you shy?”

“No,” The innocent second female lead was stubbornly denying it, though her toes beneath the blanket were turning pink. “Go and wash up quickly. You’ll miss the flight.”

“No way. I’ll go after Ji Ji looks at me.”

Song Xingzi turned to the side, propping herself up on the bed, and looked up at Ji Ruyue.

Wait, she wasn’t like this before! Where did that innocent, simple female lead go? Why is she a little temptress even outside of bed now?

Ji Ruyue, who was now on the “pirate ship,” completely retreated into the covers, sealing herself in. Only her head was sticking out, and she threatened weakly, “I’ve seen enough! Go wash up quickly. You’re going to miss your flight.”

“No! Only if Ji Ji kisses me!” Song Xingzi turned her face, happily cupped Ji Ruyue’s face, and kissed her. “Ji Ji is shy, so the Star will kiss the Moon.”

The two fooled around for a while before finally washing up. Although a private jet meant there was no real ‘early’ or ‘late,’ they were still over half an hour late compared to the scheduled time on Song Xingzi’s itinerary when they finally disembarked.

Song Xingzi had no sense of being a celebrity. She merely wore a bucket hat because the sun was bright. She walked off the plane, momentarily separated from Ji Ruyue, surrounded by a group of bodyguards and assistants.

When she reached the exit, she looked at the young men and women holding signs, sitting or standing in the corner, and read the large characters on them with a blank expression: “Celestial Beauty Song Xingzi, Earthly Ideal Song Xingzi, Gentle and Thoughtful Song Xingzi, Healing Smile Song Xingzi, Star and Bright Moon Song Xingzi…”

What on earth is all this? Are they talking about me? And “top-tier pure face in the entertainment industry,” “spring gardenia,” “summer mineral water”… What a terrifying fan filter. Won’t other people’s fans scold me for saying this?

Song Xingzi’s mouth twitched. She rarely used Weibo. She had never been to the “Goose Group” or “Rabbit Area,” the essential battlegrounds of the entertainment industry. The original host was just an 18th-tier extra, a wage earner in showbiz, so she never had fans during any set visits.

In summary, she knew nothing about fan culture.

Ji Ruyue also frowned slightly and whispered to Song Xingzi, “Are these fans bought by Lin Shu for you?”

“To be honest, I think so too,” Song Xingzi returned a wry smile. She and her two assistants walked forward, putting some distance between herself and Ji Ruyue.

Song Xingzi’s figure emerged from the dense crowd, and the group of chatting young men and women immediately erupted. A throng of people rushed forward, pressing against the protective yellow tape, screaming, taking pictures, and waving light boards.

“Song Xingzi! Song Xingzi!! Song Xingzi!!! Song Xingzi!!!!”

Voices of different pitches converged into one unified chant.

Song Xingzi had never seen such a scene. She frowned, thinking, These must definitely be fake fans bought by Uncle Lin! It’s so tough for him. Not only did he sell himself out to get me endorsements, but he’s also paying out of pocket to buy fans to pick me up. It truly moves me, though I don’t actually need it.

Song Xingzi was wrong again this time. It was true that the original host was an 18th-tier celebrity, but she already had millions of fans. Not to mention the fans she gained after taking on Fang Miao’s roles, and the publicity released simultaneously across three major platforms by the top jewelry brand known as the “Blue-Blooded Aristocrat.” This was a first for a Chinese actress and had been widely reported domestically. Countless entertainment media were waiting to snatch the first-hand material to dominate the headlines.

However, Song Xingzi and Ji Ruyue were using the private channel, which was sectioned off for Starlight Entertainment. Thus, without permission, those red-eyed entertainment reporters couldn’t get in. But Song Xingzi’s fans, the “Nebulae,” had arranged with management and a small batch of core members were allowed in.

Even these hundred or so people were enough to frighten the inexperienced Song Xingzi. She figured these fake fans were money (as in, hard-earned money), so she gave them an extremely gentle smile.

Like pouring water into hot oil, the fans present became even more frenzied, shouting hoarsely, “Song Xingzi! Ahhhhhhhhh—”

Song Xingzi worried that the fake fans would try too hard and hurt their throats. Earning a living wasn’t easy these days, something the little squirrel who struggled on her own understood.

So, she raised her hand and made a gesture for silence to the roaring fake fans. The core fans managed the newer ones, and the group quickly quieted down with the precision of a military formation.

Seeing this, Song Xingzi smiled again. She first turned to Ji Ruyue and gave her a checkmark gesture, confirming the “Lin Shu bought fans” discussion. Only after Ji Ruyue nodded did she turn back to the vibrant, energetic fans and say, “Don’t shout so loud. It’s easy to get a sore throat. Remember to drink some honey water when you get back.”

Sigh, earning money is truly difficult.

Unexpectedly, the fake fans were so sincere that they clutched their clothes, too touched to speak. A few of the girls standing in front, who seemed to be the leaders, even teared up, saying emotionally, “Xingzi, Xingzi, we finally waited for you.”

No way? Do fake fans need this level of acting skill now?

Song Xingzi was amazed, realizing she wouldn’t be able to escape these dedicated fake fans anytime soon.

“Xiao Liu, are there wet wipes in the bag that Xiao Yu prepared? Pass them to them. Their eyes are all red from crying. It’s truly hard work.”

When they received the assistant’s wet wipes, the girls’ tears flowed like a broken dam, even more uncontrollably. They cried while wiping their tears, which heartbroken Song Xingzi. She gently said, “Please don’t cry. You’re making me wonder what I should do.”

“Wuwuwu,” The girls clearly knew each other. They were both moved to tears and trying to hold back so as not to upset their idol. “Xingzi, we finally waited for you to become famous. We said we’d go to the best future together, but you rode off like a lone warrior.”

That’s quite eloquent! Why are they only earning a few hundred yuan as fake fans? It’s not worth harming your health by crying so much.

Song Xingzi thought, consoling those fans, “Don’t cry. I’m doing great, and you’re all doing great, and things will continue to be great in the future. You have to face life with a smile.”

The fans stared intently at the smiling Song Xingzi, nodding in unison, repeating her words, “Xingzi and the Nebulae will also continue to be great, always great.”

Song Xingzi waited until everyone’s emotions had calmed down before acting like a true idol: accepting the fans’ gifts, giving hugs to everyone, and kindly agreeing to take photos with those who asked.

After all, they are all pitiful people working for a living. Let’s not expose each other and just help each other succeed.

Song Xingzi thought, rolling up her sleeve to expose her slender, fair wrist, and began signing autographs with a pen.

Song Xingzi didn’t roll her sleeve up too high. Ji Ruyue was too unrestrained yesterday, planting hickeys everywhere on her body, even marking her arms.

How childish, Song Xingzi smiled, taking the fan’s photo and signing her name elegantly on the back. Thankfully, her handwriting was similar to the original host’s; otherwise, she would have been reported by the fans for being replaced.

Song Xingzi lowered her head to sign. Her side black hair was tucked behind her ear, but a few unruly strands escaped their siblings and danced on her gentle profile in the breeze. Song Xingzi reached out to catch those wisps of hair, and turned to see Ji Ruyue watching her intently. She gave her moon a gentle smile in return.

Like a spring breeze sweeping through, the entire room was filled with fragrance.

The fan site photographer’s camera captured this moment keenly. Although it was currently a carnival for the solo fans, it did not prevent this photo from later becoming one of the essential artifacts for researching the Star-Moon mythology.