Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 3

Throughout her many years of fame, Xie Jingcheng had a few on-screen couples (CPs), but they were all for movie promotions, and they never chatted off-screen.

Song Qingxing, on the other hand, had zero CPs. As she put it, she became famous because of her looks, so what was the point of a CP?

But the truth proved that a career based on youth and looks could be quite tragic.

Once you were past a certain age, or the hype died down, even the most formidable figures would still fade into obscurity.

Song Qingxing was incredibly lucky; it was her first time experiencing rebirth, and naturally, she wanted to grasp everything within her reach.

“It’s fine, I’m just rehearsing lines with my co-star in the hotel. I believe no paparazzo would dare to make false claims.”

Song Qingxing’s eyes were seductive, carrying a hint of provocation when she looked at others.

“Right, ‘Extremity Girl’?”

Hearing this, Xie Jingcheng lightly coughed. It seemed she had to clear up the ridiculous rumors circulating online.

“Song Qingxing, don’t misunderstand. My father is not involved in anything dirty. Our family runs a legitimate business.”

Song Qingxing: …

What a pity.

She had thought Xie Jingcheng was truly some kind of overbearing wealthy heiress. If that were the case, the number of people who dared to provoke her would have been even fewer.

“However, I’m very happy that you were willing to satisfy my desire.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up.

Although she came from a well-educated family, she was always straightforward. The first time she saw Song Qingxing, a thought sparked in her mind:

She wanted to push the person onto the bed and kiss her fiercely.

However, haste makes waste, and things had to progress step by step.

Getting to know her slowly was also nice. Xie Jingcheng enjoyed this feeling. She had been acting since she was young and had played roles of deeply devoted female leads.

She knew what liking and love felt like.

But she had never truly been moved until now.

“Anyway, I’m only going to the promotional event in the afternoon. Let my driver take you today.”

Xie Jingcheng finished speaking, stood up, and left the room.

Only Song Qingxing and Yu Zhi were left staring at each other.

After she had faded into obscurity, Yu Zhi had continued to follow Song Qingxing, but unfortunately, the salary for following an A-list star and a D-list star was heaven and earth apart.

Especially since Yu Zhi still carried a mortgage, he couldn’t hold on and had to leave Song Qingxing to find other celebrities.

Song Qingxing could understand him.

She thought to herself, When I become rich and prominent, I won’t forget the hardships we shared.

Yu Zhi, you’ve been with me for so long, I won’t let you suffer any more grievances.

Now, follow me and enjoy the good life! Hahaha!

Song Qingxing was only twenty-eight or twenty-nine when she died. She had been pampered her whole life, so her way of thinking still had some childlike simplicity.

But she had died once, and she was not reconciled.

Her actions were now much more composed and calm. Xie Jingcheng had once extended an olive branch, which she hadn’t grasped. Now, she would fiercely hold onto it.

She wouldn’t let go no matter what.

“Sister Song, didn’t you say yesterday that you hated Xie Jingcheng? Why are you and she…”

Yu Zhi’s voice trailed off mid-sentence, his gaze falling upon the crumpled tissues in the trash can. These tissues were stained with pink liquid.

It was hard not to misunderstand.

Xie Jingcheng was too violent. No wonder no woman was willing to be with her.

“What are you thinking? That’s red wine.”

Song Qingxing was a bit speechless. Yu Zhi usually spent his time on his phone reading very explicit romance novels.

Naturally, he would jump to the wrong conclusion.

“Really?”

Song Qingxing was slightly annoyed and lightly coughed.

“Don’t project novel protagonists onto the real world. That’s ridiculous.”

Who could bleed that much?

That wouldn’t be a night of pleasure; it would be a violent incident.

Song Qingxing walked as she changed her clothes. Seeing her designer clothes after so many years, she felt a pang of loss. After her career cooled, she had sold all her designer clothes and bags.

She had no choice. She could go without good clothes or food, but her parents’ debt payments and medical expenses could not stop.

Her parents only had one daughter. Song Qingxing couldn’t possibly ignore them.

The sheer fabric of the clothing highlighted her curvy figure. Song Qingxing found her sunglasses and put them on. The high bridge of her nose supported the shades, and she slightly hooked them with her index finger.

The reflection in the mirror was as stunning as ever.

She was more beautiful than her future self, having not yet experienced those troubles, or the fall from the peak to the trough, where everyone rushed to step on her.

The fine lines around her eyes were gone. The clear, moving, almond-shaped eyes held a captivating lust, like a spring pool.

“Sister Song, why are you crying?”

Yu Zhi turned to look. No way?

Although Song Qingxing was always narcissistic, she wouldn’t be moved to tears by her own beauty, would she?

“It’s nothing.”

Song Qingxing wiped away her tears with her fingertip. No matter what, she would never let history repeat itself.

She wanted to be famous!

She wanted to be a sensation!

She wanted lasting popularity and could not fall back into the abyss.

Although she knew there were paparazzi, Song Qingxing chose not to wear the sunglasses and mask like before. Instead, she chose the approach that generates the most buzz:

She wore a long dress, only a black mask, and a baseball cap pulled low, but not completely obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

What she wanted was for the paparazzi to be able to spot her instantly.

When they left the room, Xie Jingcheng was still waiting outside. She was dressed very casually today—a silk shirt and black trousers—but because the shirt was cinched at the waist, it was obvious at a glance that she had a fantastic figure.

Xie Jingcheng paused for a moment.

“Song Qingxing, an outfit like that…”

Xie Jingcheng didn’t finish her sentence, implying that Song Qingxing’s attire would instantly get her chased for blocks by paparazzi.

It was almost as if she was afraid the paparazzi wouldn’t recognize her.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

Song Qingxing asked.

“No problem. Beautiful.”

Xie Jingcheng smiled, took off the mask she was about to put on, and the two left the hotel together. As soon as they stepped out, the flashlights in the bushes started going off non-stop.

Song Qingxing: …

After all these years, these damned paparazzi were still the same.

No wonder celebrities avoided cameras; these people were like monsters with cameras growing out of them.

Chasing you and filming non-stop.

A car was parked at the hotel entrance, and the driver was impeccably dressed in a suit. Song Qingxing looked through the car window.

Wow… he was even wearing white gloves. So meticulous.

The car was a discreetly luxurious Porsche new-model SUV.

Before the driver could get out, Xie Jingcheng actually reached out her hand, gently used her fingers, and opened the car door.

The driver seemed stunned in the driver’s seat.

M-Miss, she’s personally opening the door for someone else!

“Get in. I’ll take you to the set first.”

Xie Jingcheng leaned against the car door, her lips slightly curled, completely unconcerned that they might already be the top trending topic on entertainment news.

Song Qingxing got into the car.

Only then did Xie Jingcheng get in and reach over to buckle her seatbelt. They were so close that they could both smell the high-end perfume on the other.

“Xie Jingcheng, I have filming these next few days, so I might not have time to sleep with you.”

Song Qingxing debated for a moment and decided to speak plainly.

“What are you thinking?”

“Being with you, I’m the one losing out.”

Xie Jingcheng shook her head instead.

“I just want to kiss you.”