Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 112

“Is that so?”

Xie Jingcheng reached out and held Song Qingxing’s hand. However, because the arm had been anesthetized, Song Qingxing had no sensation; she couldn’t even slightly spread her fingers to grip the other’s hand back.

“But something like this is still too dangerous. From now on, I’ll assign another assistant to you—ideally one who knows some self-defense.”

Xie Jingcheng’s gaze was earnest.

“No need, I’ll just be more careful myself. As long as I don’t go out alone, it should be fine.”

Song Qingxing shook her head. Incidents with sasaeng fans like this were accidental, after all; most sasaengs didn’t have that much time or money.

“Qingxing, I’m the one calling the shots now.”

Xie Jingcheng was rarely this serious. The air seemed to turn cold, and there was an unquestionable authority in the depths of her eyes.

Well, she is my benefactor after all, Song Qingxing thought. Although the two had officially gone public and were well aware that this was a romantic relationship, Song Qingxing still lacked the confidence to stand as an equal by Xie Jingcheng’s side.

Deep down, she felt somewhat like the weaker party. She understood that this was because she hadn’t yet solidified her current position, and her acting skills were only mediocre. Perhaps only when she truly escaped her current influences—when she could live atop the mountain peaks and look down upon the lesser hills even without Xie Jingcheng—would she have the confidence to stand on equal footing.

“Whatever you want, it’s not like I can say no anyway,” Song Qingxing smiled helplessly.

Immediately after, the hair on her forehead was brushed aside, and Xie Jingcheng planted a kiss there. The soft, gentle lips touching her skin made her heart stop for a moment.

This person really knows how to use the ‘slap followed by a sweet date’ tactic! Song Qingxing couldn’t help but marvel internally. But the resentment that had just risen did, in fact, dissipate by more than half in an instant.

To be honest, she was a sucker for this treatment because she truly liked Xie Jingcheng and knew the other woman genuinely adored her.

“I know you might think I’m being a bit overbearing.”

But overbearing it would be. If it meant protecting Song Qingxing better… frankly, this time it was only because that man wasn’t ruthless enough. If he had actually pierced Song Qingxing’s artery with that knife, even a flying ambulance probably wouldn’t have been able to save her.

“But there are some things I simply cannot compromise on,” Xie Jingcheng said seriously.

Song Qingxing blinked and nodded obediently. Before she could speak, there was a knock at the door; it was likely the food delivery. Xie Jingcheng stood up and saw the travel-worn driver standing outside.

“Someone who just had surgery shouldn’t eat anything too spicy. I only bought some porridge and poached greens.”

The driver couldn’t quite guess Xie Jingcheng’s thoughts, but he spoke truthfully as he handed over the thermal lunch box.

“Very thoughtful, thank you for your trouble.”

Surprisingly, Xie Jingcheng actually offered a word of thanks this time. The driver closed the door, and Xie Jingcheng walked slowly back to the bedside to unpack the food.

The lunch box had two tiers and was a tender green color, looking quite fresh. As soon as Xie Jingcheng opened it, steam enveloped her eyes. The white porridge had only a few droplets of oil, some minced meat, cabbage leaves, and corn. Though it looked very bland, Song Qingxing had the appetite of a bird and probably wouldn’t eat much anyway.

“Let me feed you. One of your hands isn’t easy to move.”

Having one hand incapacitated meant she couldn’t hold the lunch box while eating, making it likely she’d drop grains of rice—which would be untidy.

“No need, I’m not a child.”

Song Qingxing remembered there were still things to do on the film set and was about to tell Xie Jingcheng to head back to filming first; she could come over after resting for a few days. Her wound wasn’t deep, after all. Though she wanted to hone her acting skills, it seemed she’d have to let a stunt double handle dangerous move for now.

If Xie Jingcheng knew what Song Qingxing was thinking, she would surely flick her forehead. At a time like this, she was still thinking about acting? Career was important, but how could it compare to health?

However, Xie Jingcheng’s perspective was that of a high-and-mighty young miss; many people traded their physical strength and health for meager wages.

Just as Xie Jingcheng was about to offer some gentle persuasion, the phone on Song Qingxing’s bedside table began to ring. The sound wasn’t loud, but in the quiet hospital room, it was crystal clear.

Due to her profession, Song Qingxing’s blacklist was long enough to rival a comedy troupe’s “list of dishes” routine. There weren’t many people who could actually get through to her.

Xie Jingcheng picked up the phone and saw that the caller was Song Qingxing’s mother.

“It’s your mother.”

Xie Jingcheng handed the phone over. Since Song Qingxing’s left hand was injured, she could use her right hand quite smoothly. She answered the call.

“Hello, Mom…”

Xie Jingcheng could vaguely hear crying on the other end. Song Qingxing’s tone became frantic.

“I’m fine, don’t believe those entertainment reporters. They aren’t official news authorities. Alright, don’t believe half of what they say about me online.”

Song Qingxing explained patiently. It was a struggle to finally hang up the phone and breathe a sigh of relief. But recalling what her mother had said, she felt a lingering unease. She clicked into Weibo to check the entertainment trending topics.

As expected, news of her entering the hospital was posted everywhere. Clicking into any random link showed a blood-stained scene near a restroom, accompanied by the reporters cursed, sensationalist headlines in bold black text on a white background:

SHOCKING! A-list actress accosted by obsessive fan’s confession; after rejecting the man, he retaliated in a rage. Stabbed dozens of times, she is now hovering between life and death!

Fortunately, the audience in the comments section still had brains.

Are you crazy? Talking like this while Song Qingxing’s status is unknown? I think you’re sincerely trying to curse her.

It’s unscrupulous media like you, only caring about heat, that makes the atmosphere worse.

Ah, is Song Qingxing going to die? I actually quite like her; I’ve watched several of her dramas.

Song Qingxing: “…”

Well, it wasn’t like it was her first day on the internet. The online world was always this ridiculous. Just as she was thinking about switching to a secondary account to pick a few people to argue with and vent her anger, Xie Jingcheng had already scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

“Eat some.”

Song Qingxing opened her mouth and took it, ultimately failing to resist the service of the “Benefactor.”

Whatever, it’s not so bad to rely on her a little, right? After all, she was currently an injured patient. Being taken care of while lying in a hospital bed… shouldn’t that be perfectly reasonable?

Song Qingxing slowly drank the porridge until she had finished half a bowl. Unable to eat any more, she shook her head. Because of her injury today, her clothes had been changed for a hospital gown. With so many bandages on her body, she definitely couldn’t touch water. She could only let Xie Jingcheng wipe her down.

“Xie Jingcheng…”

Song Qingxing found it a bit difficult to ask, but she didn’t want to fall asleep smelling of blood.

“Hmm?”

“Can you help me wipe my body? I feel a bit dirty.”