Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 101

By the time Xie Jingcheng returned from her phone call, it was still early. Song Qingxing was in the middle of filming; her acting skills seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds in a short period, though it was unclear from whom she had learned.

Because they were filming, Song Qingxing did not harbor such a strong sense of vigilance toward Li Hai. After all, their characters were set up as close friends, making it impossible to maintain that sense of faint estrangement.

Li Hai laughed happily from beginning to end. The wind caught the corners of his shirt, and his eyes betrayed a deep sense of affection whenever he looked at her.

“Wow, Li Hai’s acting is actually pretty good. It seems the director made a good choice by having him replace Peng Zhien.”

“But what exactly happened to Peng Zhi’en out of the blue? It seems we should avoid casting actors with such scandals in the future.”

The crew members were whispering among themselves.

Xie Jingcheng, however, could taste a hint of something being “off.” Acting was acting, and genuine affection was genuine affection; the two could not be conflated.

With her eyes slightly narrowed, Xie Jingcheng could discern that the affection in the other man’s eyes was not truly “acted” out.

Although Li Hai was a decent actor, he hadn’t reached the level where he could pass off fake emotions as real so seamlessly. However, since the two were currently filming, it wouldn’t be right for her to make such a sweeping judgment so impulsively.

Thus, she could only endure it for the time being.

The morning scenes finished filming. Xie Jingcheng had a small scene together with her in the afternoon; she performed it with ease, as she had contemplated this role for a long time.

Every move and gesture reflected exactly what the character was thinking and feeling.

By the time they finished filming, it was already late at night. Song Qingxing approached with a towel. Xie Jingcheng had perhaps just finished several scenes that required running.

Because she didn’t use a stunt double, her body was covered in a layer of sweat. If she didn’t cover up with a towel now, the moment the wind blew, she would catch a chill—and catching a chill meant a cold and a trip to the hospital.

Xie Jingcheng was only wearing a tank top, as the movie was set in the summer. Although they tried to avoid filming green plants while shooting in late autumn, it was still quite cold for the actors to be wearing nothing but tank tops.

Her nose felt itchy, as if she were about to sneeze.

Before Xie Jingcheng could cover her nose, she felt a warm blanket draped over her shoulders.

“Tang Tang, it’s fine, I’m not that cold.”

“Besides, I’ve been sweating. It feels uncomfortable to have a blanket wrapped around me like this.”

Xie Jingcheng spoke to decline, but then she heard a familiar voice.

“No, you have to wear it whether you want to or not!”

“The wind is so strong at night, and you’re covered in sweat. You’ll definitely catch a cold if the wind hits you.”

Then, her ear was lightly flicked. The force was small and didn’t hurt; it only carried a faint sense of reproach.

That familiar voice possessed a crispness and an unspeakable sweetness. Xie Jingcheng’s eyes lit up, and she turned around—sure enough, it was Song Qingxing.

For some reason, her heart rippled with sweetness. Xie Jingcheng no longer thought about taking the blanket off. The main reason she had hesitated was probably that she felt it was unpleasant to wrap a blanket over a sweaty body.

It made her feel a bit suffocated.

However, this blanket had a faint, fresh fragrance, like daisies or green bamboo.

Xie Jingcheng leaned in to sniff it. She knew this scent; it was the perfume Song Qingxing liked to wear. This was the small blanket Song Qingxing often used to cover her body and legs.

She hadn’t expected her to bring it out for her to use today.

“Thank you for worrying about me.”

The two left the set. A black nanny van was parked not far away. The driver opened the door, and Song Qingxing was the first to hop in.

After buckling her seatbelt, she stared at Xie Jingcheng.

“No need to say thanks. You always look out for me anyway.”

There was no need to say thank you for a small thing like a blanket. The relationship between the two was so intimate—after all, they were people who had rolled around in bed together several times already.

For some reason, Xie Jingcheng was exceptionally tired today. It might have been because she was being harassed by frantic phone calls; not only was she receiving calls, but her messaging apps, texts, and emails were also being flooded by others.

There were some people she could ignore, but others were her elders. She couldn’t simply not respond; the excellent upbringing of the Xie family wouldn’t allow her to do that.

Consequently, she had exhausted herself.

Having to film in the afternoon meant using both her brain and her physical strength, making it easy to feel drowsy.

Therefore, Xie Jingcheng emboldened herself to lean closer to Song Qingxing, resting her warm fingers on the back of the other’s delicate hand. She liked doing this because Song Qingxing’s small hand felt like a piece of jade that had been polished to a perfect roundness.

“Xie Jingcheng, you don’t need to hold my hand in the car. If we stay stuck together twenty-four hours a day like this…”

Song Qingxing felt the back of her hand being touched, and her heart began to beat a bit faster. She spoke up to stop her; she didn’t want her heart to be thumping like a restless deer just from sitting in a car.

But before she could finish her sentence, Song Qingxing felt someone lean against her shoulder.

“Can you let me be willful just this once? I’m a bit tired today and want to rest early…”

Xie Jingcheng’s last few words were somewhat muffled. This wasn’t her usual style; she usually enunciated every word clearly, perhaps a lingering habit from her foundational training in acting dialogue.

Song Qingxing stopped speaking because she could see the exhausted state Xie Jingcheng was in.

It was very similar to her past life, when she would film all night until dawn and take a taxi home by herself.

But back then, she had no one to lean on. Now, it was different; perhaps she could provide a shoulder for Xie Jingcheng to rely on.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxing leaned her whole body over, brushing the hair away from her left side to expose her shoulder so the other woman could lean on it comfortably.

“Then go to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get to the resting place.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she could feel a hot, enticing breath against her neck. Xie Jingcheng had actually fallen asleep that quickly; such an occurrence was truly rare.

Song Qingxing pursed her lips, silently watching the other woman while lowering her voice to remind the driver to drive slower and more steadily.

Before long, they arrived outside the house where the two were staying. There were few people around; most of those who could live here were local residents.

However, since this place was a remote and desolate area, most of the remaining residents were elderly and had gone to bed early.

The car came to a steady halt, yet a certain someone still hadn’t woken up.

“Miss Song, do you need my help?”

The driver was one of Xie Jingcheng’s people, so he very warmly stepped up to speak. His voice was kept very low, as he had clearly noticed the Eldest Miss was sleeping.

“No need.”

Song Qingxing shook her head, raised her hand to press the seatbelt release button, and then supported Xie Jingcheng. The driver also reached out to lend a hand.

As soon as Xie Jingcheng’s feet touched the ground, Song Qingxing picked her up. To her surprise, Xie Jingcheng wasn’t as heavy as she had imagined.

Walking these few steps shouldn’t be a problem!

Song Qingxing still had some confidence in her own strength. Carrying her like a doll, she entered the courtyard. The driver helped open the door, and Song Qingxing carried her back to the sofa.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed she wasn’t that useless after all; at least she could carry Xie Jingcheng.

“Then, Miss Song, I’ll be heading back now.”

“Mhm. Please take the two of them to their resting place as well.”

No one else lived in this house, though bodyguards lived not far away, and domestic help would occasionally come by to clean.

So, it was quite clean.

After the driver left, the entire house fell into silence, leaving only the two of them.

It seemed she would have to carry her to bed in a little while, Song Qingxing sighed.

“Fine, who told you to be my financial supporter? I’ll just have to work a bit harder.”