Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 115

It had to be said that those annoying paparazzi really knew how to ask questions; every single one managed to poke at her most sensitive and awkward spots.

Song Qingxing’s brow twitched slightly, but she maintained her basic politeness. One downside to being a public figure was the inability to answer questions casually. People would dissect your words from every possible angle—360 degrees without a blind spot—to see if there was a deeper meaning hidden within.

“I am not disfigured. Please do not over-speculate,” Song Qingxing said only this single sentence before preparing to get into the car. But how could those paparazzi and reporters be willing to give up so easily? They immediately tried to follow her.

Xie Jingcheng rarely lost her temper in front of the media, but it wasn’t unheard of. There had been several times when she was pressed too hard and simply pulled a long face. However, public opinion always sided with her. Of course, even if it didn’t, she could directly control the narrative to ensure it did.

“Stop filming.”

Xie Jingcheng raised her hand to block them, pushing a camera lens away. Her voice was already tinged with impatience. “Did you hear me? Stop filming! This is private time!”

The bodyguards began to clear the way, and their methods were far from gentle. They were aggressive enough that many reporters were shoved aside, nearly stumbling to the ground.

Song Qingxing cast a worried glance back, fearing that Xie Jingcheng would be dragged online for “acting like a big shot.” But then she reconsidered; Xie Jingcheng’s status was, after all, extraordinary. Even if a PR crisis arose, the Xie family could likely handle it. She didn’t need to worry excessively.

Things turned out exactly as Song Qingxing expected. The incident didn’t escalate at all. However, her response regarding the disfigurement rumors did appear online. This allowed many of Song Qingxing’s anxious fans to breathe a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn’t disfigured, it was fine—after all, the fans followed their idol for her figure, her face, and her personality. Each of these elements was indispensable.

…

Xie Jingcheng took her back to their previous residence. The place was quiet with few passersby, making it the perfect spot for recovery.

Outside the house, several green plants had been planted at some unknown time. The plants stretched their leaves—evergreens that did not wither even in the autumn air.

“Seeing these should make you feel a bit better. I asked the doctor, and he said a good environment helps a patient recover faster.”

Seeing the “little rabbit” staring blankly at the greenery, Xie Jingcheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. It seemed her preparation hadn’t gone to waste, and the large sum of money spent was worth it. As long as a fortune could buy a smile from the beauty, it was worth it to her.

Song Qingxing had an injury on her calf, but it wasn’t so severe that she needed crutches. She only needed someone to support her occasionally when she got tired of walking. Xie Jingcheng held her by the waist and guided her into the house. The first thing to do upon returning home, of course, was to get clean; the smell of disinfectant in the hospital had nearly soaked into her skin.

Faced with such a request from Song Qingxing, Xie Jingcheng naturally couldn’t refuse and nodded in agreement. She went to the bathtub to run the hot water and then picked out pajamas. Every task that required moving around was handled by her, making her look exactly like a devoted live-in maid. It made Song Qingxing feel quite embarrassed.

“Alright, you can go wash now.”

Xie Jingcheng walked over to the sofa and looked down at Song Qingxing, though there wasn’t a hint of disdain in her eyes.

“Mm.” “Thank you!”

Song Qingxing obediently stood up, but before she could take a single step, her waist was pulled in, and she was swept off her feet. It felt like being suddenly carried in a “princess carry.” However, Song Qingxing didn’t struggle; her cheeks merely flushed a deep red as she gripped Xie Jingcheng’s arm in a slight panic.

“What are you doing? I can walk there myself.”

Although her arm and calf were injured, she had been cared for so meticulously by Xie Jingcheng for several days that she felt she was turning into a giant infant. She wanted to be a bit more independent. Yet, the moment she tried to walk, she was picked up.

“There’s a distance between the living room and the bathroom. Do you want to tear your stitches open?”

While Xie Jingcheng sounded righteous on the surface, her heart was secretly blossoming with joy. The feeling of holding the person she loved in her arms was indescribable—like holding soft fragrant jade.

“I don’t want to, but it’s not that serious, is it? I walked that stretch from the car to the front door myself just now.” Song Qingxing continued to resist.

“That’s because I was supporting you, little dummy.”

Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly and carried her directly into the bathroom. The bathroom was spacious, but because the hot water had already been drawn, the entire room was misted over. Looking at a person through the steam felt as if they were plated in a soft glow.

Song Qingxing found it inconvenient to undress herself, yet she was stubborn, insisting on trying to undo her buttons with one hand. Xie Jingcheng watched her, thinking for a moment that perhaps she was being too protective, treating her like a child. That could make a person lose the dignity they deserved as an adult.

“Can you do it alone?” “If you can, then I’ll head out.”

Song Qingxing had originally just wanted to see if she could undo the buttons herself. But as soon as she lifted her left hand, the area where the stitches were began to throb with pain. Clearly, after a deep cut like that, the wound wouldn’t heal so quickly.

She hadn’t expected her actions to be misunderstood by Xie Jingcheng. Seeing the other woman about to leave, Song Qingxing reached out and grabbed the hem of Xie Jingcheng’s clothes. When she spoke, her voice was tinged with shyness and a hint of vulnerability.

“I can’t.” “Stay. I just wanted to see if I could undo the buttons myself. Now it seems my injury hasn’t healed to that point yet. I can’t do it without you.”

These few words were a delight to hear. It turned out Song Qingxing didn’t dislike her for being too meticulous or for not giving her breathing room. She had simply wanted to test the progress of her recovery.

“You were only allowed to leave the hospital; it doesn’t mean your injuries are healed.”

Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly, knelt down on one knee, and patiently undid the buttons of the shirt one by one. Very soon, the buttons were undone. The shirt slid down her snowy white shoulders—a sight that would make anyone’s blood race. Indeed… every part of Song Qingxing, from her face to her figure, was incredibly alluring.

But as the shirt fell away, the bandages were revealed. The flirtatious thoughts in Xie Jingcheng’s mind were instantly extinguished, like a match struck in a cold wind that flared up and died out just as quickly.

Next were the pants. The bandages on the calf were wrapped more tightly, as legs are used more frequently than arms.

“Keep your leg and arm propped outside the tub later. I’ll wipe them down for you.” Xie Jingcheng instructed seriously.

“Mm.”

Song Qingxing nodded obediently and slid gracefully into the water, resting her leg to the side. Although it was a strange posture for a bath, she had only been able to do simple sponge baths during her days in the hospital. Now that she could finally feel truly refreshed, Song Qingxing narrowed her eyes in pure comfort.

Even though being “served” was quite embarrassing… if Xie Jingcheng ever got sick, she would personally take care of her, too.