Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 7

Song Qingxing found it amusing that the aloof Film Empress, who appeared so cold in front of others, actually had such a side to her. However, she dared not be insolent in front of her ‘sugar mommy’ (sponsor), not daring to laugh out loud.

So, she could only suppress it.

She finally knew what it felt like to hold back laughter until one developed internal injuries from practice.

This feeling was quite unbearable.

“But there’s still a reason I looked for you today.”

Xie Jingcheng looked at Song Qingxing’s half-suppressed smile but wasn’t annoyed. If it were anyone else who dared to mock her like this, they would have been shattered into who knows how many pieces long ago.

The first time they acted together, Song Qingxing wore a thin vest, deliberately tearing a few holes to imitate a poor person.

Xie Jingcheng wondered at the time.

Although the poor are poor, they wouldn’t wear clothes that were nearly threadbare, would they?

Or was she simply too high and mighty?

However, those torn holes were like secretly peeking through a broken window paper on a wedding night, making Song Qingxing’s seductive figure even more visible.

Standing under a tree swaying in the summer breeze, her eyes and brows were shaded by the dappled tree shadows, making her heart yearn.

She had wanted to kiss her then.

Xie Jingcheng thought of a terrible idea; she felt this wasn’t love.

Yet, little did she know, love often arrives without rhyme or reason.

“Yes, yes, yes… I know.”

Song Qingxing nodded.

Please, the word ‘sugar mommy’ already says it all. Who spends money doing charity?

If the other party was willing to give her resources, a price must be paid. Song Qingxing raised her hand and pinched her clothes.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and pulled them off.

Song Qingxing, what are you afraid of?

It’s better than those colleagues who date male celebrities they pick out of a garbage can—every single one of them is an eyesore, unable to survive without heavy filters and smoothing effects.

Yet, they still have a large number of fans.

They are simply the ugly children of capitalism.

It’s just a kiss, isn’t it?

If I don’t kiss Xie Jingcheng until her lips are chapped, my name isn’t Song!

Having made her bold declaration, Song Qingxing propped herself up on the bed. Her buttons had already been undone, revealing her snow-white shoulder.

“How do you want to do it?”

Xie Jingcheng slowly leaned in, their noses touching, almost just a fleeting kiss—a touch-and-go.

“Done.”

Xie Jingcheng let go and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. This felt completely different from when they were acting.

“See you tomorrow.”

Xie Jingcheng stood up, intending to leave.

“Wait…”

Song Qingxing stared at her, disbelieving, and then nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes. Only when Xie Jingcheng turned around did she speak awkwardly.

“Xie Jingcheng, are you really not going to do anything more excessive? Then why did you propose such a contract to me? Don’t you think you’re getting a raw deal?”

If Xie Jingcheng was only going to hug and kiss her, how could Song Qingxing feel comfortable asking for those astronomical resources?

Rebirth had one advantage: she knew about all the upcoming hit dramas, including arthouse films.

By then, she could stay popular for decades!

Song Qingxing had originally intended to use Xie Jingcheng to directly secure these resources, as major productions weren’t just about popularity and acting skills; they mostly depended on the backing of capital and company operations.

“These things are nothing to me.”

“I’m not used to having more intimate contact with others.”

“This is good enough; it can alleviate my desires.”

Xie Jingcheng reached out and buttoned up her shirt, embodying the manner of a gentleman unmoved by temptation.

“You should rest well today. I heard you insist on not using a body double.”

“Perhaps this is a good start.”

After saying this, Xie Jingcheng walked straight out of Song Qingxing’s hotel room, her silhouette resolute.

…

Alright.

Since someone insisted on being a nun.

Song Qingxing naturally wouldn’t try to stop her too much. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She had been exhausted from acting today, so she slept soundly and didn’t think about anything else.

She slept until dawn. However, “dawn” meant the sky was just turning a sliver of pearly white, and the fiery red sun was only just peeking out.

“Sister Song, breakfast is ready.”

Yu Zhi specially took a taxi to a nearby restaurant specializing in congee and packed a light portion of it.

To maintain her figure, Song Qingxing usually only took one or two mouthfuls. So, Yu Zhi always bought a large portion and ate the rest after Song Qingxing was finished.

This matter was once exposed by people in the industry, claiming Song Qingxing mistreated her subordinate, which forced Yu Zhi to explain.

She wasn’t eating scraps; in fact, following Song Qingxing and eating her leftovers had even made her gain weight.

Song Qingxing just loved delicious food but could only eat a bite, leaving the majority for Yu Zhi to solve.

For example, braised prawns with spring onion, garlic-flavored crayfish, and crispy Peking duck.

Song Qingxing would usually only chew a tiny bit to satisfy her craving.

So, after being an assistant for a few years.

Yu Zhi’s wallet not only swelled up, but her weight grew alongside her wallet.

Therefore, Yu Zhi was very satisfied with this job.

Song Qingxing took off her eye mask, her hair still messy. She yawned, and a few physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Song Qingxing was still groggy. She decided to eat a few bites first before brushing her teeth, washing her face, and applying makeup.

Otherwise, eating with makeup on would be inconvenient, and she’d have to avoid getting lipstick on the spoon and cup.

Yu Zhi was stunned.

She took a few steps back, trembling slightly.

“Sister Song, you haven’t been possessed by a ghost, have you?”

One should know that Song Qingxing, as a super-first-tier popular actress, had quite a notoriously bad temper. Generally, she would never say words like “thank you.”

The fact that she said it to her today.

Yu Zhi was startled, especially since Song Qingxing had been acting strangely for the past few days. The entertainment industry deeply believed in the supernatural.

For example, at the launch ceremony, they had to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, and some even had to worship Guan Gong.

There were even persistent rumors in the circle that some people, in order to achieve great career success, raised “little ghosts” or wore Buddha amulets.

It was truly insane.

However, people are easily influenced by their environment. Yu Zhi, having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, running around with Song Qingxing, had somewhat adopted a fear of these things.

“What are you thinking? Which ghost do you see wandering around in broad daylight?”

Song Qingxing was speechless, but her experience was probably more bizarre than seeing a ghost—this was rebirth!

It was like going back seven or eight years!

“That’s true.”

Yu Zhi nodded, realizing her mistake.

While they were talking, there was a knock on the hotel room door. Yu Zhi stood up and opened the door, thinking it was the crew staff hurrying them.

She was just about to say that Song Qingxing was already getting ready and what was the hurry for.

Then she saw Xie Jingcheng holding something.

“I brought Qingxing some food.”

Xie Jingcheng held out her hand; the contents of the plastic bag rattled. It was a delicate sandwich, with nothing high in calories, only added egg and some shredded meat.

“No need…”

Yu Zhi’s words were cut short when she remembered the scenes that had been trending online.

Since Song Qingxing and Xie Jingcheng had an ambiguous relationship now, she naturally couldn’t refuse. So, she opened the door, completely clearing the path for Xie Jingcheng to enter.

“Film Empress Xie, please don’t take too long. You’d best be quick. Qingxing has a scene to shoot soon. Oh, and remember not to nibble her neck or chin—it’s hard to conceal with makeup.”

Xie Jingcheng: …

She hadn’t even done anything yet, had she?

How could this little assistant let her mind wander so far astray?