Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 113

Hearing this humble, soft-spoken request, Xie Jingcheng felt a bit helpless. She stood up and reached out, flicking Song Qingxing’s smooth forehead with her index finger.

“There is no need to ask me so humbly. Doing these things for you is only right.”

Song Qingxing’s face turned an unusual shade of red. Even though Xie Jingcheng had already entered the simple bathroom attached to the VIP ward and couldn’t see the flush on her cheeks, Song Qingxing’s heart couldn’t stop racing.

Doing these things for you is only right…

Heavens, this was more like an idol drama than the ones she had actually acted in. She had originally thought that romantic feelings didn’t exist in real life.

But reality had dealt her a sharp slap to the face. The things Song Qingxing believed didn’t exist, the things she thought were ethereal, had actually descended upon her.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Xie Jingcheng emerged with a basin of hot water. The towels here were disposable, so they were clean enough for a quick sponge bath.

Xie Jingcheng rolled up her sleeves. There was a hint of clumsiness in the way she worked, but it was coupled with a seriousness that was simply irresistible—the allure of a mature woman.

“Why is your face so red? Are you having other symptoms?”

The back of Xie Jingcheng’s hand, damp with water droplets, touched her forehead. The temperature was normal, perhaps even a bit cool, likely because her hand had been soaking in the hot basin.

“No, I’m just… shy.”

Though she was loath to admit it, it was the truth. Even if, on a soulful level, she was quite a bit older than Xie Jingcheng…

According to the age on her ID card, she was still several years younger than the other woman.

It’s not exactly like an old cucumber painting itself green to look fresh, right? Song Qingxing couldn’t help but wonder.

The anesthesia in her hand and leg hadn’t worn off yet, so it wasn’t very painful when her clothes were undone. The blue-and-white hospital gown was unbuttoned bit by bit.

Song Qingxing’s slender figure was revealed before Xie Jingcheng’s eyes—the delicate collarbones, the rising and falling chest—every part of it was something she struggled to remain composed around.

Xie Jingcheng suppressed the trembling in her fingers and quickly undid the buttons. She started wiping from the cheeks downward, and the white towel began to take on a pinkish hue.

This must have been from the blood.

Sure enough, there were still undried bloodstains on Song Qingxing’s body. Xie Jingcheng’s other hand gripped the hospital bed railing tightly.

The veins on the back of her hand bulged, clearly showing suppressed rage.

She was determined to ensure that man received a much harsher punishment; a simple few years in prison would not suffice.

But such a fierce side of her was not something she wanted to show her “little rabbit.” As the wiping continued lower, Song Qingxing felt increasingly embarrassed, but she told herself:

This is just to make my body feel refreshed.

Besides, the person in front of me is Xie Jingcheng. There’s no need to be shy.

Even so…

She still couldn’t help blushing!

Song Qingxing simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at Xie Jingcheng’s face. Naturally, she failed to notice the other woman’s reddened neck and ears.

After finally cleaning her entire body, Xie Jingcheng patiently buttoned her clothes. A bit of sweat had actually broken out on Xie’s own forehead.

It was hard to tell if it was from nervousness or something else.

Even though the two had been intimate several times, that heart-fluttering sensation remained as strong as ever.

…

Just as she finished returning the towel to the bathroom, there was a knock on the door. Xie Jingcheng put down her work and opened it.

She was met with an honest, plain face. The man had deep wrinkles, but it was clear he had been handsome in his youth.

Xie Jingcheng was well-versed in the world and guessed his identity instantly. This must be Song Qingxing’s father. She had investigated Song Qingxing before.

Naturally, she knew his name and history.

Song Tian’an started as a construction worker. He wasn’t highly educated, having only finished junior high school. Afterward, he followed relatives to various construction sites across the country, moving between several teams.

Once his pockets grew full, he began trying his hand as a small-scale contractor. Initially, riding the wave of the real estate boom, he made a modest fortune.

But that was also where the tragedy began.

Later, driven by greed, he took on many projects. However, the project payments were delayed indefinitely, leaving him with a mountain of debt.

Combined with a gambling addiction—which hadn’t been an issue before because the massive project funds covered it—the situation became dire once the holes were exposed. It was like a popped bubble.

This was why Song Qingxing had mentioned her family’s debt spiraling out of control with interest; after all, unpaid project funds only led to more trouble.

Xie Jingcheng had recently settled this matter for him. She had put in a great deal of effort, sending several of the Xie family’s gold-medal lawyers.

She had also poured in a lot of money to resolve the messy accounts and personal debts Song Qingxing’s father had left behind.

Now, he had started over, working again as a small-scale contractor. With the debts paid off, he no longer had to work on the sites himself.

As a result, his skin was much fairer than in the older records, but even so, years of sun and rain had caused irreversible damage to his skin and health.

“Boss Xie.”

The man clearly recognized Xie Jingcheng. After all, news of the two of them was everywhere. Anyone who paid even a little attention to their daughter would know about Song Qingxing’s recent situation.

“How is Qingxing?”

The man was carrying a bag of plump oranges. They looked quite good; autumn was the season for oranges, though the best-tasting ones usually required a touch of frost.

In the early autumn weather, it wasn’t quite cold enough yet.

“The doctor has stitched the wounds. It’s not a major issue. I’ve heard that if she applies the medicine properly, the scars should fade.”

As long as she didn’t have a scarring physical constitution and received careful care, they would likely only turn into faint pink marks, like cherry blossoms blooming in the spring.

“That’s good. I was worried about her.”

Song Tian’an smiled. Since he was, after all, Song Qingxing’s father, Xie Jingcheng opened the door fully and let him in.

“Dad, why are you here?”

Song Qingxing was startled. Her old man had arrived surprisingly fast.

“You’re asking why I’m here? I’m your father. Something this big happened to you, how could I not rush over?”

Song Tian’an naturally had Yu Zhi’s contact information. Otherwise, it would be quite tragic if he didn’t even know his daughter was sick or which hospital she was in.

“How are you? Does it still hurt?”

Song Tian’an glanced at Song Qingxing, his eyes filled with distress. She was the daughter he had raised from infancy, and he naturally loved her.

He and his wife only had this one child.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want more, but the doctor had said his wife’s health was poor, so they settled for one.

Regardless, Song Qingxing had been raised well; she had been obedient and sensible since she was a child.

“Dad, the anesthesia hasn’t even worn off yet.”

“I can’t feel if it hurts or not.”

Song Qingxing sighed, but she still put on a relaxed front and smiled at her father.

“I used to worry that someone of Boss Xie’s high status wouldn’t know how to take care of you. But now it seems she’s taking very good care of you.”

Song Tian’an noticed the covered lunch boxes on the table. Seeing that Song Qingxing couldn’t move her left hand and didn’t have a small over-bed table set up, it was clear she was being waited on by someone else.