Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 2

The senior wooden door of the hotel room closed, leaving only two people in the quiet space. Song Qingxing sat on the high-end leather sofa.

The thin sleepwear failed to hide her graceful figure.

“Tell me, why do you want to be with me?”

Song Qingxing rested her face on one hand. After being a nobody for a few years, she had enough of the boredom of being stuck at home and the disdainful looks from her agent.

Now, she was Niu Hulu Qingxing.

What’s the use of so-called love? Bowing to the God of Wealth was much more appealing.

However, Song Qingxing’s God of Wealth wasn’t in a temple, but far away yet right in front of her: Xie Jingcheng. The other party came from an unbeatable family background. Perhaps, with a little sweet-talking and a few major resources, she wouldn’t fade so quickly.

Instead, she could maintain her position as a top-tier small-time celebrity.

“I like your type. Your lips look very kissable.”

Mid-sentence, Xie Jingcheng suddenly reached up and adjusted the frame of her glasses before continuing. Her voice was slightly cool, yet tinged with a hint of shyness.

Xie Jingcheng sat down, her gaze sweeping over the wine bottle on the table. She paused for a moment, seemed unable to tolerate it, and picked up a hotel napkin.

She slowly began to wipe it clean.

Oh, this one has a germophobe tendency, huh?

Although she looked down on these wealthy scions who only knew how to use money to pressure people, Song Qingxing now had to bow her head for the sake of survival.

“I can consider the request you made.”

Song Qingxing spoke slowly, feeling surprised. She didn’t expect the usually aloof Xie Jingcheng to speak so gently in private.

“You really agree?”

Xie Jingcheng was a bit surprised, glancing down at the small leather watch on her wrist. She hadn’t expected the person who was so adamant a few days ago to change her mind today.

“Why can’t I agree? However, I have a condition.”

Song Qingxing stared at the other person, pondering for a moment,

“You can’t play those perverted games.”

Xie Jingcheng tossed the napkin into the trash can. The bright wine, diluted by the tissue, took on a light pink hue.

“Song Qingxing, do I look like that kind of person?”

Xie Jingcheng found it amusing, but still nodded.

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, a knock suddenly came from the door.

“Miss, you can’t go in.”

The bodyguard was holding back a delicate-looking girl, but the girl desperately tried to push past him into the room. Because she was holding a spare room key card, she managed to swipe the door open immediately.

The bodyguard was stunned, not having expected to fail to block her.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t stop her when she had the key to open the door.

“Sister Song, there are over a dozen paparazzi squatting outside the door, all here to take pictures of you!”

The assistant’s voice was panicked. She glanced over and spotted Xie Jingcheng sitting at the table, who was holding a napkin and meticulously wiping the red wine residue from between her fingers.

She had just been wiping the table, and some residue inevitably clung to her fingers and the crevices.

Yu Zhi’s eyes widened, and the hand pushing the door was trembling.

No way?

Could Xie Jingcheng have forced herself upon Song Qingxing and done that to her in bed?!

She remembered how last night, Song Qingxing had been complaining to Yu Zhi that Xie Jingcheng looked at her like a hungry wolf eyeing a rabbit.

Especially how shamelessly she proposed the absurd behavior of exchanging resources for an underground lover.

“Yu Zhi, I can’t stand it anymore. I’m moving out of this hotel tomorrow!”

“I thought only rich men were lustful, but I didn’t expect Xie Jingcheng to be so lustful too. If she really likes it, she can just kiss herself in the mirror.”

“She’s not bad-looking anyway, why does she have to pester me!”

Yu Zhi, the little assistant, had managed to get by precisely because she was good at flattering Song Qingxing.

“Sister Song, you’re right. Xie Jingcheng is truly shameless to have designs on you. How can she, a washed-up actress, be as popular as you!”

“If it weren’t for her family’s resources, she would have dropped to the 18th tier long ago.”

The two of them had badmouthed Xie Jingcheng for a long time yesterday, and Yu Zhi only left the hotel after midnight when Song Qingxing needed her beauty sleep.

When she rushed over early this morning, after only a few steps, she noticed the disturbed grass on the hotel lawn. When she went over to look.

Good heavens!

There was a dense row of paparazzi, all wearing camouflage, holding long-lens cameras, aimed at the hotel room.

This was clearly an attempt to snatch a picture.

Only one celebrity was staying at this hotel, so it was obvious the paparazzi were aiming for Song Qingxing. Song Qingxing started as an idol and, after starring in several hugely popular historical drama adaptations, had become a super A-list small-time celebrity.

She had endorsements from major brands galore, and even famous directors would shamelessly beg for collaborations.

Yu Zhi hurriedly put on her mask and rushed to the hotel room. When she reached the door of Song Qingxing’s VIP room, she saw a burly bodyguard.

A chill instantly ran through her heart.

She remembered the dirty gossip she had read online.

#Xie Jingcheng The Ultra-Awesome Yakuza Miss#

#Do You Know Xie Jingcheng’s Background? You Can’t Afford to Offend Her!#

Anxiety instantly flooded her, fearing Song Qingxing was being coerced, so she rushed in. She ended up seeing this scene.

Song Qingxing was dishevelled, and Xie Jingcheng was wiping her fingers with a napkin. Yu Zhi’s pupils dilated in shock. She moved her eyes slightly downward and saw the trash can filled with wads of paper.

Some even looked pink.

Her heart immediately sank into despair.

No way?

Could Sister Song really have been ruined by this beast, Xie Jingcheng?

“Your assistant?”

Xie Jingcheng couldn’t remember everyone’s face, not because she was face-blind, but because she disdained to remember.

“Mmm… cough, cough.”

Song Qingxing felt a little awkward, clearing her throat a couple of times.

“So what if there are paparazzi? Why the rush? I haven’t done anything illegal. If I get photographed, I get photographed.”

Yu Zhi blinked her eyes.

“Sister Song, do you really want to be on the trending search?”

Trending search?

In her previous life, Song Qingxing didn’t care about trending searches because she could easily create buzz herself.

Reborn this life, she understood that buzz was like a shooting star—almost fleeting. She should seize any means to maintain it.

If she didn’t have money, she couldn’t afford her mother’s medical expenses or the pile of debt her father owed.

It was precisely because she didn’t want to be exploited by debt collectors that she took on the role of the evil stepmother, a type she had never played before.

“What trending search? Did I murder someone or commit arson?”

Yu Zhi couldn’t understand why Song Qingxing’s attitude had changed so quickly, but she didn’t dare to be presumptuous in front of Xie Jingcheng.

After all, she was just an employee.

Praising the boss in front of the boss, feigning ignorance in front of capital, and working diligently.

That was the secret to keeping her job as an assistant stable.

“Of course, it will cause a scandal! Sister Song, you know how wild fans are nowadays. The whole male-female celebrity pairing thing isn’t popular anymore. Now, it’s more about male-male and female-female.”

With that, Yu Zhi gave Xie Jingcheng an embarrassed glance.