Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 62
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“I wasn’t doing anything.”
Song Qingxing was still feeling a little guilty, but as soon as she lowered her head, she realized her phone hadn’t turned off. A feeling of helplessness washed over her—it looked like there was no escaping this one.
“Alright, you saw it. I was chatting with Shen Yu.”
Shen Yu… Shen Yu… Shen Yu!
Him again!
How could this not spark jealousy?
However, Xie Jingcheng had been tricked and suffered once before, and she knew that one shouldn’t lose their temper without good reason, as that would wear down affection.
So, she simply pursed her lips, hands hanging at her sides, and nodded silently.
“Why do you always have endless things to talk about with him?”
She hasn’t sent me a single message today, Xie Jingcheng couldn’t help but think to herself, even though she knew they were both on set and there was absolutely no need.
Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling secretly jealous.
“No, this is the first time he’s messaged me in days.”
Song Qingxing generously showed her the chat history.
“He thought I was helping him.”
“You were helping him.”
Xie Jingcheng glanced over the chat history. There was indeed nothing ambiguous, and the flames of jealousy were slowly extinguished.
“Well, I don’t have any enmity with him, after all.”
Song Qingxing was truly a straightforward person, even her words were like this. Xie Jingcheng didn’t dwell on it, lifted her long leg, and got into the nanny van, a movement that made one admire her long legs.
Song Qingxing would have to lift her leg twice to achieve that. She secretly envied her, but she also sensed something was off.
Xie Jingcheng’s reaction looked exactly like someone sulking.
How exactly had she offended her?
It was just a chat with Shen Yu.
But if she put herself in Xie Jingcheng’s shoes, Song Qingxing figured she would probably feel the same way. The person you love frequently interacting and chatting with someone else, and even defending them when something goes wrong.
It certainly looked suspicious.
However, Song Qingxing was slow-witted and didn’t know how to coax someone, especially with her assistant and driver sitting in the front.
That’s right… the assistant!
Song Qingxing suddenly had an inspiration, as if a little genius had possessed her. An idea formed in her mind, so she took out her phone and sent a message to the assistant in the front row.
Yu Zhi felt her phone vibrate. She wondered who would be looking for her at this hour.
When she opened it, she saw it was Song Qingxing.
Through the rearview mirror, Yu Zhi could see Song Qingxing’s slightly embarrassed eyes, which held clarity and a strong sense of apology.
Yu Zhi, I have a question. How should you coax someone who is angry?
Yu Zhi instantly understood. Could it be that Song Qingxing had angered the other person?
She was about to say, Hasn’t Sister Song’s temper been much better lately?
But then she thought that old habits die hard; even if she was restrained, a bad temper would occasionally show. Making someone angry was perfectly normal.
She could only conclude that Song Qingxing had returned to her normal self.
Coaxing someone, huh.
Yu Zhi pondered for a moment, then started typing furiously.
She didn’t have much experience dating, but she had plenty of girlfriends. She was an expert at coaxing a friend.
Either pick a gift, or pick something she likes.
Sister Song, did you make our dear Sugar Mommy angry?
Song Qingxing: …
Was she that obvious?
Well, perhaps a little. Thinking this, Song Qingxing didn’t deny it and sent her own emoji—one she had recorded during a variety show.
She was looking for weeds in a rice field. When she finally found one, its roots were too deep in the mud to pull out easily.
Song Qingxing had to pull with all her might. When the weed’s roots finally snapped, she lost her balance, couldn’t stop her momentum, and fell backward with a thump into the soft rice paddy, splattering yellow mud all over her head and face.
Her teammates on the bank burst out laughing.
But they didn’t forget to check on her.
“Qingxing, are you okay?”
Song Qingxing could only nod and say “Mhm,” but it was a little, aggrieved, teary-eyed “Mhm.”
Many celebrities cannot accept being turned into ugly emojis. Song Qingxing was the same at first. After all, she started as an idol, and her idol persona weighed thousands of pounds.
The company constantly monitored her expression management.
She couldn’t smile much, and when she did, she couldn’t show her teeth. Her actions and behavior had to be graceful and never crude.
Song Qingxing was like this, too.
But over time, she realized that making her into an emoji was a compliment—it brought her popularity.
Song Qingxing happily accepted it, as those silly, ugly emojis contained the love of her fans.
I don’t know what Xie Jingcheng likes, but she definitely likes you, Sister Song.
Yu Zhi clearly had some smarts in her head, as she instantly guessed the standard answer.
This is really tough. Right, I’ll ask a friend of mine to send some things over. I hope you can use them.
Buying clothes overnight was impractical.
But even the most impractical things had to be done.
That’s what assistants are for.
Otherwise, what were the red envelopes the boss gave her every year for?
Yu Zhi was willing to help her boss. After all, Xie Jingcheng was indeed a rare, beautiful patron. With her help,
Song Qingxing was not only looking at a promising future, but a path to success.
She could practically boss around company staff and her manager now.
What kind of stuff?
At this moment, Song Qingxing was still somewhat innocent and clueless, but soon, the other side sent several photos. Song Qingxing’s hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone on the floor.
If Xie Jingcheng hadn’t been resting her eyes after getting into the car, she would definitely have noticed her behavior.
The photos on the screen showed revealing lingerie. How revealing? They could be described as sheer as a cicada’s wings. None of the necessary areas were covered, and the areas that shouldn’t be covered were instead subtly revealed.
Wow, this is truly…
As Song Qingxing looked, she felt like her nose was about to bleed.
This… this was too stimulating!
She wondered if she could handle it, but to ensure Xie Jingcheng stopped dwelling on the matter, Song Qingxing had to make it up to her.
Otherwise, she estimated that if Xie Jingcheng dreamed of Fruit Ninja, the watermelons, mangoes, and pineapples in it would all be Shen Yu’s head.
Why don’t you take your pick?
Sister Song, you’ve rolled around with the Film Empress a few times. Don’t you know what she likes?
This sentence was a critical hit to the soul.
But unfortunately, Song Qingxing really didn’t know.
After all, those few times, she had only focused on enjoying herself. Although one time she was forced to “learn the theory,” Song Qingxing had only grasped a tiny bit.
I don’t really know. Just bring me one of everything.
I’ll try them on one by one. She’s bound to like one.
There was a long silence on the other end before Yu Zhi messaged back.
Sis, you are amazing.
You deserve to be popular!
Song Qingxing: …