Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 57

It’s hard not to be moved by such heartfelt words, because for people from wealthy families, agreeing to marry you means they are willing to share their wealth with you.

Especially the kind of agreement without a prenup Song Qingxing could genuinely walk away with half of Xie Jingcheng’s assets.

Of course, this only applies to the assets abroad, but the Xie family’s primary focus is currently on international development, so it is conceivable that the shares or dividends from the overseas companies would be a much larger amount.

“Do you really like me that much?”

Song Qingxing was suddenly gripped by self-doubt, unable to figure out why her personal charm was so great. All she had was a pretty face, but people willing to pay such a high price just for looks were still a minority in this world, weren’t they?

“Otherwise, I’m just a masochist?”

Xie Jingcheng couldn’t understand why Song Qingxing doubted herself so much.

“Not exactly.”

“I just feel like someone like you probably wouldn’t be wholeheartedly devoted to one person.”

“Because there are too many things you have to consider.”

“Besides, I haven’t done anything deeply moving for you, so don’t you think it’s strange that you love me so deeply?”

Song Qingxing consistently believed that love shouldn’t be without reason; this was the fundamental difference between her and Xie Jingcheng, and it was why she had never truly trusted Xie Jingcheng from the start.

“Qingxing, does loving someone need a reason?”

Xie Jingcheng was a little helpless but ultimately conceded to her words.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me, we have plenty of time.”

Xie Jingcheng said nothing more.

Song Qingxing thought her somewhat tactless comments had made her angry and was silently regretting it, when she felt a gentle press on her lower back.

The pressure was like a kitten kneading on your back—no, a little heavier than that—making it incredibly comfortable.

It turned out that Xie Jingcheng was silently brooding but didn’t stop serving her, still diligently acting as her masseuse.

Song Qingxing buried her head in the pillow. She didn’t know what material the pillow stuffing was made of, but it smelled fragrant, as if it contained dried flowers.

Was she being too harsh?

But the truth, when spoken, always stings the heart, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but think.

When she was mostly done with the massage, Xie Jingcheng stood up, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the tiny beads of sweat from her forehead. Once she was dry, she sat up, intending to go wash her face.

But she had only taken one step when her clothes corner was pulled.

“Xie Jingcheng, are you angry?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Song Qingxing was afraid of displeasing her benefactor; her eyes were watery, filled with remorse.

“I’m not.”

“I just broke a sweat, I was just going to wipe it off.”

Xie Jingcheng told the truth, but clearly, a certain little rabbit didn’t believe her. She lifted the duvet, sat up, and stood on her tiptoes.

This time, Song Qingxing chose to make a move!

She actively kissed the other person’s lips, saying provocative words in between kisses.

“Don’t be mad. I haven’t even complained about you keeping me locked up in the Xie family home. If it were anyone else, they’d have gone crazy by now.”

Xie Jingcheng raised a hand to wrap around Song Qingxing’s waist.

“If you cling to me like this, I’ll think you’re trying to win my favor.”

Although she said this, Xie Jingcheng was already entertaining other thoughts, wanting to completely possess this person, little by little.

Isn’t this me trying to win your favor?

Song Qingxing thought to herself, but this time she managed to hold it back, not wanting to upset Xie Jingcheng again.

“Consider it a reward for giving me a massage.”

Song Qingxing nodded and was about to lie back down in bed. It was late now, and she was overcome by sleepiness. With the relief of the muscle soreness, all she wanted was to sleep.

When she was a celebrity, Song Qingxing was often busy non-stop. After she became a flop, she did have plenty of time to rest.

However, her so-called rest consisted of anxiety-fueled sleepless nights and losing handfuls of hair.

The dark circles under her eyes were as heavy as a panda’s; if not for the foundation covering them, people would have noticed the signs long ago.

But before she could even take a step, her wrist was grabbed. Xie Jingcheng forcefully pulled her forward, and Song Qingxing stumbled a few steps, her nose hitting something soft, smelling the fragrance of shower gel.

“I’ve broken a sweat, I need to wash again, you come too.”

Xie Jingcheng’s voice was flat, like a calm lake, disturbed only by a gentle breeze causing ripples to spread outward.

“I’ve already washed once, not long ago. If I wash again, my skin will peel.”

Song Qingxing pointed to her hair. Although her hair was dry, freshly washed hair carried a sense of airy freshness.

Song Qingxing’s meaning was clear: she was as clean as could be and didn’t need a second wash.

“Qingxing, are you really not going?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Xie Jingcheng emitted a forceful pressure. Well, this was clearly the act of using one’s power to coerce, but she couldn’t help it—she was dependent on the person feeding her.

Feeling guilty, Song Qingxing had no choice but to follow Xie Jingcheng back into the bathroom. The showerhead was turned on, and the perfectly warm water poured onto her skin, immediately staining her porcelain-white skin with a rosy hue.

Xie Jingcheng was not simply taking a shower.

Her long black hair hung down to her waist. She was like a water nymph, alluring and seductive, especially her waistline—it was absolutely perfect, making it impossible not to look.

Song Qingxing’s gaze swept over her, vaguely, and she only felt a surge of blood to her nose. So this was the feeling of blood rushing to one’s head; not only was her nose hot, but her entire body was heating up.

Song Qingxing had initially intended to wear a shower cap, as washing her hair too frequently wasn’t good, but before she could find the shower cap, the shower turned on, instantly drenching her long hair. Song Qingxing could only accept the situation.

“You’re spying on me.”

Xie Jingcheng suddenly sensed someone’s gaze, and those dark eyes stared straight back.

“I’m not, you… you can’t just make things up.”

Song Qingxing averted her face, her heart pounding. She was flustered as she defended herself, not wanting to admit that she had been stealing glances at Xie Jingcheng.

“You can look if you want, I’m not stopping you.”

Xie Jingcheng had just finished applying shower gel, and white foam gathered at her collarbone. She looked like a fairy emerging from a cluster of flowers, both seductive and heart-stirring.

“Let’s hurry up and finish washing so we can go back to sleep. It’s late now.”

“What are you afraid of? We have nothing to do tomorrow.”

Xie Jingcheng moved closer and closer, but when she was just one step away from Song Qingxing, she stopped abruptly. Although she desperately wanted to be intimate with Song Qingxing.

However, forcing yourself on someone—what was the difference between that and being a beast? It didn’t align with her principles of conduct.

Xie Jingcheng could only just look.

Damn it!

The feeling of not being able to eat the meat right in front of her was truly agonizing, especially when she had to pretend to be a perfect gentleman.

“You should just rest well here at the Xie family home for the next few days.”

“If you want me to let Shen Yu go, Qingxing, you have to obediently comply.”

Her fingertip picked up a strand of wet hair, like the siren, Sairin, luring sailors at sea. Xie Jingcheng was gradually enticing Song Qingxing to fall into the abyss.