Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 17

“Really?”

Song Qingxing’s eyes immediately lit up, like a cat spotting a can of cat food, bright and clear like colored glaze.

“Really.”

Xie Jingcheng sometimes wondered if this person was actually drunk. Didn’t they say drunk people were incoherent and illogical?

Yet, Song Qingxing could remember so much.

“Then you can’t lie to me.”

The seatbelt pressed against her chest, outlining the proud curves, which made one’s nasal passages feel instantly hot.

“I won’t lie. Song Qingxing, I just hope you remember this when you sober up.”

Xie Jingcheng folded a tissue, wiped the corner of her mouth, and reverted to the unsmiling, aloof movie queen she usually was towards everyone.

The car drove along the asphalt road and soon stopped in front of a luxury hotel. This hotel was quite far from the filming studio.

So, the driver drove for over an hour. Under the influence of alcohol, Song Qingxing was completely asleep. Her breathing was even, without snoring.

She didn’t grind her teeth either; her little habits were better than most.

The driver parked the car in the hotel’s underground garage. Xie Jingcheng also unbuckled her seatbelt. The driver stood by the door, his intention clear.

“Miss, let me carry Miss Song up.”

Drunk people are dead weight. How could they let the precious Miss do it?

The driver earned a high salary every month, so he naturally had to work diligently; he also served as a general bodyguard.

“No need, I’ll do it myself.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up, pressed the elevator button, and helped Song Qingxing back to the room. Song Qingxing was sleeping soundly. Xie Jingcheng crouched down, and the driver helped lift the person onto her back.

Xie Jingcheng easily carried her.

She could have given her a princess carry, but that would draw too much attention, even inside the hotel.

Xie Jingcheng had never properly carried someone on her back in her life. Except for her younger sister occasionally deliberately clinging to her back, most of her piggybacking experiences were during filming.

Those actors didn’t dare to use full force and usually just cautiously hung onto her.

But now, with the dead weight of Song Qingxing on her back, Xie Jingcheng didn’t feel it was too heavy, perhaps because the other person was inherently light.

After all, her waist was so thin.

Closing her eyes, she could see that fair waist swaying.

Xie Jingcheng bit the tip of her tongue, chastising herself internally. How could she constantly lust after someone else?

Arriving at her presidential suite, Xie Jingcheng swiped the key card and pushed the door open. The hotel lights turned on.

The warm yellow light carried a hint of ambiguity. Xie Jingcheng placed the person on the sofa, pondering internally: should she take the little drunk cat for a shower?

Song Qingxing reeked of alcohol. It wouldn’t be good to just let her sleep on the sofa like this. Since she decided to bring her back to the hotel, she had to take responsibility.

Xie Jingcheng had never waited on anyone before, so her technique was clumsy. She thought about letting her soak in the bathtub, but felt that was too troublesome. It would be better for the two of them to shower together.

Convenient and fast.

The hotel’s water heater provided hot water 24 hours a day, so there was no need to worry about that. The most difficult part for Xie Jingcheng was Song Qingxing.

A sleeping person can’t shower.

So, she reached out and gently patted the other’s cheek with her fingertip. However, Song Qingxing only frowned slightly, raised her hand, and slapped Xie Jingcheng’s hand away.

She mumbled in her mouth.

“Stinky mosquito, I warn you not to bite me… or I’ll find the pest control team tomorrow… to spray all the flower beds outside the hotel clean, and the drains too… so all your descendants die…”

Xie Jingcheng, who had been mistaken for a mosquito, fell silent for a moment.

It seemed that a gentle pat wouldn’t bring Song Qingxing back to consciousness. She took a deep breath. If she used too much force, the female celebrity’s face was the most important thing.

That absolutely couldn’t be hit.

She could only change to a fleshier area. Parents usually chose to spank a child’s butt when disciplining them.

Xie Jingcheng hesitated, feeling that the two of them were not close enough for this kind of intimacy yet. But…

If she just left the person on the sofa today, allowing the strange smell of red wine to ferment, that wouldn’t be good either.

Xie Jingcheng’s fingers moved down. Song Qingxing was half-lying on the sofa. With a slight force of her palm, a “slap” sound echoed in her ear.

“Who?”

“Who dares to hit me?”

“I’ll flatten your head and use it as a flower pot!”

Song Qingxing woke up instantly. Her speech was still a little slurred with drunkenness, and her voice was hoarse.

But after a moment of confusion, she clearly saw who it was. The warm yellow light shone on her high nose bridge. Xie Jingcheng had slight myopia.

She wore glasses when she wasn’t acting.

Under the lens was a pair of sincere eyes, with a hint of apology. Xie Jingcheng awkwardly rubbed her nose.

“You need to shower before you sleep. You reek of alcohol; just wiping yourself down won’t do.”

Song Qingxing could still feel the stinging on her butt and was momentarily dazed. Did Xie Jingcheng just hit her?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. I just wanted to wake you up.”

Song Qingxing fell into a brief silence.

Alright… alright, how dare a little canary like herself fight with the sugar daddy?

“Then let’s go wash.”

Song Qingxing tried to put on her shoes, only to realize she was in an unfamiliar hotel. The layout of this hotel was much larger than the one she had stayed in before.

She could tell who lived in this hotel just by thinking about it. Looking down from a distance, one could only see sparse lights.

After all, this was just a film city. The hotel and restaurant businesses relied on the influx of celebrities, film crews, fans, and paparazzi.

Being able to stay in a place this nice was already quite good.

“Do you have a change of clothes?”

Song Qingxing tentatively asked.

“I do, but there probably isn’t a suitable size…”

Xie Jingcheng stopped mid-sentence, adjusted her glasses, and then her gaze fell on Song Qingxing’s chest.

The meaning was clear. Song Qingxing looked down. Hmm… whether it was seven or eight years ago or seven or eight years later, her figure remained the same. Not bad, not bad.

But only after looking did she realize that Xie Jingcheng had been staring at her chest for a while.

“Pervert!”

Song Qingxing reached out to cover her chest.

“I’m not a pervert, Qingxing. I was just trying to say that you might be a tiny bit bigger than me, and you won’t be able to fit into mine.”

Song Qingxing was silent for a moment.

Well, she wasn’t unfamiliar with going commando.

So, she could only reluctantly let go of her hand.

“Do you have a loose robe or something?”

That way, it would be easier to cover up a bit. Song Qingxing really couldn’t get this intimate with someone she had only known for a few days.

Although she had known the other person for many years in her previous life, they were only nodding acquaintances, and there had been no interaction since the red wine-pouring incident.

“Yes.”

Xie Jingcheng turned around and opened the wardrobe. Before she arrived, her assistant would always put the clothes away so she could easily access them instead of rummaging through a suitcase.

She took out an emerald green embroidered nightgown and handed it to the other person.

“It might be a bit big on you, but that’s okay. It’s comfortable to wear when it’s big.”

Song Qingxing reached out to take it. The fabric was smooth and slippery—high-quality silk.