Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 21

Upon arriving at the company, Song Qingxing didn’t have much to do other than discuss her upcoming filming with her manager.

“Qingxing, I tried to persuade them for you, but the boss doesn’t really want you to take on this web series.”

Hearing this, Song Qingxing raised an eyebrow.

That shouldn’t be right.

Isn’t the company planning to invest in it?

If they’re going to invest, why wouldn’t they support her?

“Why? You’ve read the script for this series, it has great potential, so why won’t you let me act in it?”

She had thought that being reborn would change everything, but in reality, she was being naive. Rebirth couldn’t solve all problems.

“It’s not that I won’t let you, it’s just that the company has better newcomers. For someone of your status, acting in something like this is simply a waste of time.”

Old Chen lit a cigarette. He rarely smoked in front of Song Qingxing, but this time, he unusually lit one up.

He spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: “You are the company’s cash cow. Every minute and every second of yours brings the company huge profits. What if this web series flops? And even if it makes money, it won’t reach the profit the company is looking for…”

Song Qingxing dug her nails into her palm, nearly drawing blood.

Heh heh… She had thought that rebirth would change all this. It seems life isn’t always smooth sailing. The company also bore a large part of the responsibility for why she was forgotten so quickly in her previous life.

However, she was no longer the Song Qingxing who was led around by the nose by the company in her past life.

Song Qingxing propped her feet up, placing her white sneakers on the manager’s mahogany desk.

In private, Song Qingxing rarely wore high heels. She couldn’t understand why so many people wore them all the time; wearing them for too long would deform her feet.

So, except for attending banquets or for the needs of filming, Song Qingxing generally didn’t wear high heels.

She wore comfortable flats. The insoles of her flat shoes were extremely soft, designed so her feet wouldn’t ache even after walking a dozen kilometers.

Old Chen seemed a little surprised. Song Qingxing, who usually reasoned with him, was now adopting such a defiant posture.

“Old timer… no, Old Chen.”

“I think there are some things you might not understand.”

“Since I picked this series, I’m going to act in it. So what if the company is investing? I can go to Xie Jingcheng.”

The cigarette on Old Chen’s finger dropped onto the mahogany desk. By the time he reacted, he could already smell a strong scent of scorching.

His desk had a small burn mark.

“Otherwise, did you think I was crazy?”

“Bending over backward to suck up to her.”

Old Chen was finally speechless.

It had been a long time since he had seen Song Qingxing explode with such an aura. Generally, she would only slap the table and yell at him when she was extremely angry.

Old Chen couldn’t understand.

It was just a campus drama filmed by a novice director.

A low-budget web series that could only be screened as the lowest tier web series—how popular could it be?

He didn’t know why Song Qingxing was so persistent, but he had read the script; it was indeed good. But was it worth giving up everything for a decent script?

Although Old Chen couldn’t figure it out, Song Qingxing’s attitude was clear.

He could only obediently report to the company’s shareholders.

Her current status was different from before. Previously, she might have just been a top earner for the company. The company still had the right to decide what projects to accept or decline.

But now, she had already become a strong candidate for a wealthy family’s wife.

They couldn’t be careless.

Stepping out of the company’s doors, Song Qingxing’s heart was still pounding.

Sometimes showing off had a price, and she didn’t know how the company’s boss would treat her.

The worst-case scenario was to defect to Xie Jingcheng.

After all, the other party seemed like a proper gentleman, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but think.

She had to carve out a broad path for her own destiny and couldn’t continue to sink into the mire.

The sky had darkened. Song Qingxing finally checked her phone, and the app displayed 8:30 PM. It turned out she had been arguing with her manager for so long without realizing it.

Song Qingxing sighed.

She hoped Xie Jingcheng wouldn’t blame her.

She truly hadn’t intended to stand her up.

She had only taken one step when the door of a black car parked downstairs opened, and Xie Jingcheng stepped out.

“Were you delayed by work?” Xie Jingcheng asked.

Song Qingxing then noticed she was holding something: an exquisite transparent plastic box tied with a red velvet ribbon.

Inside was a delicate cake, layered with blueberry jam and some refreshing fruit, sprinkled with powdered sugar.

“Mhm.”

Song Qingxing walked over.

She glanced around but didn’t see the chauffeur, who always wore white gloves, in the driver’s seat.

“I drove myself,” Xie Jingcheng explained. She didn’t like being followed by people 24 hours a day.

“I asked your assistant. She said you like sweets, but you can’t eat much because of managing your figure.”

“So, I bought a small one. You can have a few bites, and I’ll finish the rest. That way, nothing goes to waste.”

Although eating sweets was sinful, it could indeed alleviate a bad mood.

Song Qingxing hadn’t expected to hit a wall at the company only to find a trace of warmth with Xie Jingcheng. She was instantly moved.

She got into the car.

Xie Jingcheng turned on the car’s interior light, which was a warm yellow, casting a glow on their faces.

Through the thin plastic wrap, Song Qingxing could smell the sweet fragrance of the cake.

Xie Jingcheng handed her a fork.

The plastic fork felt quite decent.

“You try it first.”

In Xie Jingcheng’s understanding, if a person has a pet, they should be fully responsible for it, not abandon it like trash after a moment of novelty.

Besides, Song Qingxing wasn’t a pet.

She had feelings for her. She was heartened by her. She felt that crazy sense of possession.

Xie Jingcheng was someone who was very clear about what she wanted.

From the moment she first saw Song Qingxing in person, an inexplicable desire began to grow wildly in her mind.

Although she truly hadn’t intended to completely possess the other party at first, now…

Xie Jingcheng narrowed her eyes, watching the bright pink lips lightly taste the cake. An improper thought had already formed in her heart.

Be a little kinder to her. She’ll become dependent on you. She’ll rely on you constantly. She’ll belong exclusively to you, and then you can take possession of her freely.

A voice kept whispering in her mind.

Xie Jingcheng found it absurd, yet she couldn’t restrain it.

However, Xie Jingcheng’s mixed thoughts were interrupted by a low sobbing sound.

She saw Song Qingxing eating the cake, while tears dropped like broken pearls.

Xie Jingcheng panicked for a moment and quickly searched for tissues.

“Why are you crying? Is the cake that awful?”

Xie Jingcheng momentarily doubted herself, wondering if she had been particularly unlucky and chosen the worst-tasting item the bakery made.

That shouldn’t be the case.

This bakery was a chain brand, and their quality control was usually very stable.