Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 59

“It’s me.”

Xie Jingcheng admitted it openly and candidly, having nothing to hide. After all, the relationship between the two of them was known to everyone, and even the media wrote about it. What did she have to be afraid to admit?

This feeling of turning Song Qingxing into her own possession was incredibly enjoyable.

“You don’t need to make any more calls. If your company asks again, have my assistant deal with them.”

“But, Teacher Xie, the film crew is shooting right now. I know you want to take Qingxing out and have a good time, but don’t you think this is delaying her work a bit?”

Yu Zhi summoned her courage.

She had always disapproved of Xie Jingcheng’s privileged, wealthy-family approach. What was the difference between this and a forceful, high-handed takeover?

The “domineering CEO” trope was fine to read about, but when applied to real life, it was suffocating beyond belief.

It was ridiculous and pitiful for a person to lack their own life and career and be required to revolve around another person twenty-four hours a day.

So, she wanted to advocate for Song Qingxing a little, even though her own position was insignificant. Sister Song had looked out for her greatly, even taking her to the handsome-men bar she had always dreamed of visiting.

She felt she should do something, shouldn’t she?

“I know.”

Xie Jingcheng’s voice was cool, even tinged with displeasure, like the calm before a storm, or the prelude to a domineering CEO’s anger.

Although it wasn’t obvious from her demeanor, there were rumors on the set that Xie Jingcheng actually had a terrible temper.

“It’s just a TV series; what’s the big deal about waiting a few extra days?”

“The male lead’s acting is trash. You guys actually think it will be a hit? In my opinion, the director should coach him for a few days first.”

Xie Jingcheng spoke casually, but her words were filled with menace.

Clearly, Xie Jingcheng misinterpreted Yu Zhi’s well-intentioned reminder as a show of force from Song Qingxing’s company.

“Oh, and tell him not to act like a privileged shareholder’s son. Otherwise, I’ll let him experience what a real second-generation heir is like.”

At this, Yu Zhi completely lost the nerve to speak. Once Xie Jingcheng’s imposing aura was unleashed, mere mortals like them could only yield to her will.

“Don’t message Qingxing to disturb her for the next few days.”

Xie Jingcheng hung up the phone. She was wearing only a light, thin nightgown. The black fabric clung to her skin, and beneath the sheer gauze, her curvaceous figure was faintly visible.

The phone had rung several times before Xie Jingcheng finally woke up to answer it. She thought the certain person next to her would be woken up, but the other person was sleeping like a little pampered pig.

She hadn’t heard her own phone ring for a long time, and so Xie Jingcheng took the liberty of answering her phone.

She hadn’t expected to hear the urging of Song Qingxing’s company. She was annoyed. Anyone would understand what she meant by keeping Song Qingxing at the Xie family home for a few extra days, right?

It wasn’t simply to have Song Qingxing accompany her. More importantly, she wanted Song Qingxing to become familiar with the Xie family, especially to make an impression on Grandmother and the others. This way, fewer people would dare to scheme.

Of course, she also had to guard against some small fry.

For instance, Xie Anyuan.

She heard that when he returned home, he was slapped several times by his own father. Xie Jingcheng didn’t feel satisfied, only that he deserved it.

A slap was still too lenient. Xie Jingcheng had her father strip him of his company duties, and only then did she feel a sense of relief.

The Xie family shouldn’t harbor such parasites. Not only did he fail to help, but he also created problems. With such a corrupt character, he was bound to cause trouble sooner or later.

…

When Song Qingxing woke up, she only felt that the sky was somewhat gloomy, and her head was splitting.

She reached out and felt the spot beside her, which was already icy cold. Song Qingxing couldn’t help but lament in her heart that her situation was increasingly resembling that of a fallen canary in a gilded cage.

It seemed every mistress had to go through this experience: waking up to find that the person who had shared the night’s intimacy with them was no longer by their side.

At this point, the protagonist is usually in a state of emotional disorientation.

However, Song Qingxing was no ordinary person; she was a reincarnated soul. How could she be defeated by such a minor emotional setback?

She stood up, first found her phone, and was startled by the number of missed calls, but the last call showed it had been answered.

Song Qingxing bit her tongue. She didn’t need to think twice about who had answered the call.

Damn it!

How could she have slept so soundly, like a pig, unable to hear thunder outside? The phone rang so many times, and she failed to answer a single one.

In the end, Xie Jingcheng casually picked it up for her.

Song Qingxing didn’t dare call Yu Zhi, so she secretly sent her a WeChat message.

Yu Zhi, sorry, I slept too late.

Did Xie Jingcheng give you any trouble?

After waiting for a while, Yu Zhi finally replied.

Thank goodness, Sister Song, I’m just happy you replied to me.

No, Actress Xie didn’t give me any trouble, she just told me not to disturb you again.

Seeing that the other party hadn’t been put in a difficult position, Song Qingxing finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, they had slept in the same bed many times after all.

Although, including last night, there have only been two real sexual encounters.

But Song Qingxing already understood Xie Jingcheng’s personality very well. She was not a gentle person. Any tenderness and kindness towards her were entirely because Xie Jingcheng liked her.

Just as Song Qingxing was about to put her phone aside and go wash up, another message popped up from Yu Zhi.

She thought it was some important news.

Opening the phone, she found it was just a greeting from her thoughtful little assistant.

Sister Song, how’s your back (waist)?

You didn’t answer my calls this morning, and you only messaged me this afternoon…

Looking at the “typing” status in the chat box, Song Qingxing felt embarrassed.

It’s fine.

Xie Jingcheng didn’t use any strange toys, did she?

Qingxing, sometimes we have to learn to refuse. Xie Jingcheng is quite nice to you. If she really dares to torment you like that, you should refuse appropriately, instead of letting her have her way.

Song Qingxing: …

She covered her face with her hand.

“Sweetie, please stop talking. If you say any more, where will I put my old face?”

After saying goodbye to Yu Zhi once more, Song Qingxing happily went to wash up. However, looking at herself in the mirror above the sink.

She noticed both sides of her face looked as if she had applied blush.

When she touched it with her palm, it was burning hot.

This whole matter had reached her assistant; she was mortified!

Song Qingxing simply scooped up a handful of cold water to completely clear her head. Only then did she change her clothes and leave the room.

As soon as she reached the hall, she saw a figure. The person was holding a tray, and on the tray were small tomatoes about the size of a thumb. Although small, the tomatoes were bright red and succulent.

There were also boiled eggs, boiled greens, and boiled shrimp.

Song Qingxing: …

Well, well, well, isn’t this her big diet meal package?

Ugh… This was the downside of being a celebrity. To avoid gaining weight, one had to maintain a caveman diet all year round, which was even more miserable than Friday in Robinson Crusoe.