Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 110

This is truly an insult, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but think to herself. Xie Jingcheng didn’t just have money; she had the looks, the figure, the family background…

She was even a genius at acting. Such a person was rare. No matter which angle she looked at it from, she was the one “climbing the social ladder” by being with her.

And yet, this man thought Xie Jingcheng was just “average.”

He truly had a top-tier simple mind.

Ghost money fluttered down onto the ceramic tiles. Looking at the man pressing closer step by step, Song Qingxing shook her head once more.

“It’s not like that. I earn plenty of money myself, but…”

“I truly like her.”

Though her motives weren’t entirely pure, she couldn’t say that here. Besides, what Song Qingxing said was laced with a hint of genuine sincerity.

It sounded moving.

“Then you deserve to die even more!”

“As an idol, how can you develop feelings for someone else?”

The man swung the sharp knife. Song Qingxing lunged to the side to dodge. Even though she had mentally rehearsed this and relied on the flexible physique she had developed through years of dancing, she still barely escaped the brunt of it.

However, the blade sliced her shoulder, and blood began to flow.

Pain radiated down her arm.

Song Qingxing bit her lip hard. She ran forward with all her might, making her way out of the restroom. Not far off, she could see several people walking toward her, and she felt a wave of relief.

Only then did Song Qingxing speak to the man who was following closely behind.

“Did you think I would ever be with you?”

“Are you joking? Which part of you can even compare to Xie Jingcheng, you ugly monster!”

Blood continued to seep through her fingers. At this moment, Song Qingxing exposed her true nature. She was inherently this kind of person—proud and condescending, never willing to fall into the dust.

If it weren’t for the agonizing experiences of her previous life, she would never have learned how to bow her head or accept someone who might actually love her.

Several staff members who were originally chatting and laughing naturally noticed the commotion and came running over.

However, the man didn’t seem shaken at all by the crowd running toward him. Blood dripped from the tip of his knife; he looked like a malevolent ghost crawling out of hell.

“You despise me?”

“Song Qingxing, back when you were on stage, you threw a wink at me!”

Here it was again—one of the three great illusions of life: thinking your crush is looking at you, or thinking an idol is smiling specifically at you.

Was he joking?

With thousands upon thousands of people in the audience, even if she did notice someone, she wouldn’t “throw a wink” at them!

That wink wasn’t meant for one person; it was for the fans.

But explaining was useless now. Song Qingxing’s legs were so weak she had no strength left. Her blood was like a silken path, dripping all along the way from the restroom.

Her face began to turn pale rapidly due to the excessive blood loss. A sickly paleness is different from a “cold white” complexion. A cold white skin tone still looks healthy, with a faint hint of red underneath, while a sickly pale look resembles a dying person, or a vampire who hasn’t seen sunlight for a thousand years.

The man charged forward like an infuriated bull. Two staff members couldn’t even hold him back; one was injured in the left arm, and the other was slashed in the chest, both falling to the ground in agony.

Song Qingxing’s calf was stabbed, a pain so sharp it felt like her soul was leaving her body. But now was not the time for pain.

Song Qingxing raised her leg and kicked. Just as she had imagined doing to that lecherous assistant director, she aimed precisely at the man’s weakness.

With that single blow, even the fierce assailant couldn’t hold onto his knife; it fell directly into the dust.

“Quick, pin him down!”

Many people heard the screams and the commotion and rushed toward the restroom. One man stepped in and kicked the dagger over ten meters away.

…

Xie Jingcheng had finished her scene. She was still wearing that small tank top, but because the weather was too hot, she had tied it up.

Her perfect abdominal lines were exposed as she reached out to take the water Tang Tang handed her.

Suddenly, the sound of an uproar came from not far away.

“Quick, catch the madman!”

“There’s a madman over there who injured three of us!”

The shout was earth-shattering. Others in the crew who were eating their box lunches stopped what they were doing and ran over.

While it wasn’t uncommon for reckless paparazzi to sneak onto the set, a violent outburst like this was a first.

“How could something like this happen on set?”

Tang Tang brought over a basin of water she had prepared earlier. The water in the basin was crystal clear, rippling slightly.

Xie Jingcheng slowly reached out her hands. She had been filming all morning, touching props covered in dust; there was even black dirt under her fingernails.

Naturally, she had to wash them thoroughly.

After washing her hands, the water in the basin had turned somewhat murky. Xie Jingcheng took a towel and wiped her fingers carefully, finally nodding in satisfaction.

She scanned the set but didn’t see the familiar figure.

“Where’s Qingxing?” she asked her assistant.

“I think she went to the restroom.”

Tang Tang had naturally been keeping an eye on Song Qingxing, but considering she was Xie Jingcheng’s assistant, leaving her post would be a lapse in professional duty.

Therefore, Tang Tang hadn’t followed her.

Besides, she wasn’t the other woman’s assistant. Following someone to the restroom would be a bit creepy.

The restroom?

Xie Jingcheng’s expression turned solemn. If she guessed correctly, the panicked voices from earlier had come from the direction of the restrooms.

Not good!

Xie Jingcheng dropped her towel and sprinted toward the restroom. Because of her long legs, she ran incredibly fast.

The wind whistled past her ears. As she drew closer, she saw the scene in shambles; the man was being restrained by several large men.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, she noticed the blood on the ground.

“Qingxing?”

Xie Jingcheng pushed through the crowd and saw Song Qingxing, whose wounds had been given basic first aid. Her face was smeared with mud, and the left side of her clothes was stained red with blood.

So was her calf. Her white shoes looked as if they had been fished out of a pool of blood.

However, other than her pale face, Song Qingxing acted as she usually did, her lips curling into a slight smile.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie.”

Xie Jingcheng desperately wanted to help, but it seemed the bleeding had been temporarily stopped.

The only thing to do now was to keep her still and wait for the ambulance.

“I’m not lying. I gave that man a real hard kick just now.”

“He couldn’t even hold his knife…”

But as she reached the end of her sentence, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but knit her brows. Pretending to be fine was easy when acting on a film set, but in reality, she realized how difficult it was once she experienced it herself.

“Forget it… as long as you’re okay…”

Song Qingxing felt her cheek being gently touched by the other woman’s thumb. Xie Jingcheng seemed to be using a certain brand of hand soap; her hands carried a faint fragrance.

But…

Why did the back of her hand feel scalding?

Because Xie Jingcheng was crying.

It was the heat of the tears falling onto the back of her hand that brought that scalding sensation.

It wasn’t the kind of crying Song Qingxing did—holding back the pain with eyes rimmed red and welled with tears. Instead, Xie Jingcheng’s tears fell like a torrential downpour, like a sudden storm.

Song Qingxing had only cried like this once before.

It was when her mother had been issued a critical illness notice. Song Qingxing had leaned against the cold hospital wall just like this, losing all control, her tear ducts like a bursting dam that could not be shut.