Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 1

Song Qingxing died. As a former top female idol, she had been out of the spotlight for years when she passed away, the cause being her role as a wicked stepmother in a web drama.

In one scene, the wicked stepmother, aiming to frame the innocent female protagonist, deliberately falls into a pond. However, Song Qingxing’s ankle got tangled in water weeds, and she drowned instantly.

The water at the filming location was a stagnant, foul-smelling green mess. The stinking green water rushed into her nostrils and lungs. Song Qingxing’s life flashed before her eyes—a series of memories like a revolving lantern.

It seemed true that people reviewed their entire lives when they were near death.

Unwilling… so unwilling!

She died at such a young, vibrant age. Because idols couldn’t date, Song Qingxing had always maintained her purity, never even holding a male celebrity’s hand.

And yet, she died just like this.

Song Qingxing inhaled her last gulp of foul, green water. Bubbles surfaced on the water, and then there was silence.

Before she died, there were no noisy human voices, only a profound stillness.

After an unknown period, a dripping sound echoed in Song Qingxing’s ears.

Why is it so noisy even in the Underworld?

Song Qingxing frowned in displeasure. She violently opened her heavy eyelids. The first things she saw were a luxurious crystal chandelier and the spacious, brightly lit layout of a hotel.

The Monstera deliciosa was lush and green. The room’s curtains were tightly drawn. A red wine bottle sat on the table, and an overturned goblet spilled deep red liquid onto the floor.

When did I become rich enough to stay in a hotel this nice?

Song Qingxing was momentarily confused.

I didn’t expect the Underworld to have such humanitarian services.

Putting her up in a luxury five-star hotel was too good a treatment for a drowning ghost. Did she really not have to become a water ghost and drag someone down to replace her?

Song Qingxing was still wondering if she had become a water ghost when the hotel room door opened. The first person to enter was a bodyguard in a black suit.

He was wearing sunglasses even in the early morning—quite a pretentious display.

No way, have the Ox-Head and Horse-Face (Underworld deities) evolved to this extent?

While Song Qingxing was pondering, another person walked in through the door. This person was tall and straight, like a sturdy pine on a snowy mountain peak.

They had a high nose bridge and wore rimless glasses.

Their hair was half-tied up, with the other half cascading over their shoulder. The neckline was slightly open, revealing fair skin and a delicate, prominent collarbone—enough to catch Song Qingxing’s attention.

“Song Qingxing, you might want to consider what I said yesterday. I have a flight at two this afternoon, and I can’t wait for your decision.”

Xie Jingcheng spoke, her voice slightly cool.

Her tone carried a sense of detachment and aloofness, the voice of a superior speaking to a subordinate.

This person was too beautiful. Her features were exquisite, with thick eyebrows and large eyes. Her lips were naturally dark even without lipstick.

Song Qingxing recognized her immediately: It was Xie Jingcheng!

Xie Jingcheng…

She entered the entertainment industry at sixteen, achieved fame young, and won the Best Actress Award at nineteen.

Just when people were marveling at her exceptional talent, Xie Jingcheng’s family background was what truly drew envy: Her grandfather was a shipping magnate, and her father owned countless mines.

Consequently, no director or actor in the industry dared to provoke her.

Song Qingxing reached out and pinched her cheek. Had she been reborn? Or had she transmigrated?

Pain shot through the nerves in her face. Song Qingxing was almost certain she had returned to the time she was negotiating with Xie Jingcheng.

The two had first met because of a movie.

Due to her special status as an idol, Song Qingxing was supposed to use a body double for their kissing scene. However, because the double was stuck in traffic and the director was in a hurry, she had no choice.

Song Qingxing had to “sacrifice” herself for art this one time.

She gave her on-screen first kiss to Xie Jingcheng.

But after that single moment, the other party seemed to develop feelings for her.

During filming, Xie Jingcheng kept looking at Song Qingxing, subtly and continuously. Song Qingxing knew Xie Jingcheng had a profound family history and a strong background.

But at the time, she was riding a wave of immense popularity, disdaining not only Best Actresses but even established directors.

When Xie Jingcheng approached her to discuss the so-called “mistress contract,” Song Qingxing instantly laughed in anger. She crossed her arms, her eyebrows slightly arched.

She wasn’t strikingly glamorous; instead, she had a cute and charming look. This appearance was extremely outstanding for an idol. Her almond-shaped eyes, when winked at fans, would make their hearts melt and cause them to swoon.

“Xie Jingcheng, who the hell do you think you are?”

“Don’t think having a little bit of money makes you superior!”

“I’m not one of those gold-digging women. I became famous by my own ability.”

After speaking, Song Qingxing picked up the red wine bottle on the table—the one she hadn’t finished the night before.

It was a rare ’82 Lafite.

The red wine poured from the bottle, soaking Xie Jingcheng’s silk shirt. It clung to her abdomen and arms, faintly revealing her well-proportioned and attractive figure.

After splashing the wine, Song Qingxing’s earlobes secretly flushed red.

Since that humiliating incident, Xie Jingcheng never appeared again. Song Qingxing had initially expected her to be furious and use her powerful family background to pressure her.

She had prepared herself to be blacklisted for two or three years.

The worst outcome would be twiddling her thumbs at home.

Yet, nothing happened.

Xie Jingcheng did not inflict any punishment.

Song Qingxing became increasingly arrogant. Along with her growing popularity, her bad habits flourished.

When a director attempted to assault her, Song Qingxing slapped him directly, bruising her own hand.

When hounded by the media for the reason, Song Qingxing merely yelled at the paparazzi for invading her privacy.

After a few years of reckless behavior, she had offended too many people. Her resources gradually diminished, and her popularity began to decline.

Left with no choice, Song Qingxing reluctantly accepted the role of the wicked stepmother. That decision ultimately led to her drowning.

Reborn, Song Qingxing now only wanted to say that she would never pretend to be virtuous again. Wasn’t Xie Jingcheng a good option?

Even being her secret lover wouldn’t be a big deal.

Xie Jingcheng had the figure, the looks, and the family background.

Plus, rolling around in bed wouldn’t result in pregnancy.

She was simply perfect!

So now, Song Qingxing restrained her former temper and looked at Xie Jingcheng.

“Considering what?”

“A-list actress Xie, even though you’re not as pretty as I am, you don’t need to choose me, right?”

Song Qingxing’s attitude was much softer. She took a step closer, wearing only a light nightgown with the neckline wide open, allowing a glimpse of the snowy-white cleavage below.

Xie Jingcheng’s face suddenly turned red. She turned her head and instructed the bodyguard.

“You, go outside.”

The bodyguard nodded.

“Yes, Miss.”

He then silently left, carefully closing the door behind him.

The entire hotel room fell into silence. The two faced each other without a word. Xie Jingcheng wanted to pursue a relationship with Song Qingxing because she found that her heart would beat rapidly whenever she was near the other woman.

With her privileged family background and elite education, Xie Jingcheng had originally scoffed at the foolish notion of love at first sight.

But the facts proved otherwise.

An instant flutter of the heart was possible.

She was the type of person who actively pursued what she liked.

A woman was no exception.