Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 75

“I understand…”

Song Qingxing glanced at the scenery outside the window. The private room was on the third floor, offering a panoramic view of the small town from above.

Most of the houses in the small town were made of wood, with stone walls at the base, giving them a somewhat Western style, perhaps because of their location on the mountaintop.

“But don’t call me that… it’s too sickeningly sweet.”

Song Qingxing felt a little embarrassed. She had lived for so long, and this was the first time she had experienced the taste of love. Before she could fully savor it, she was already heading towards becoming someone’s wife—who could handle that?

“Why? I want to call you that.”

Xie Jingcheng poked her cheek with the tip of her chopsticks and placed a tender piece of fish belly meat on Song Qingxing’s plate—this was the most succulent part of the fish.

The texture was smooth and delicate.

Song Qingxing didn’t mind, opening her mouth to take the meat. It was good to eat more fish.

“Because we haven’t truly tied the…”

Song Qingxing found it hard to say. Saying it out loud made it sound like she was especially eager to become Xie Jingcheng’s bride.

“Ahem… I don’t like hearing that.”

“Qingxing, you have an obligation to make me happy.”

Xie Jingcheng usually went along with Song Qingxing most of the time, but that didn’t mean she could accept hearing things she didn’t like.

Everyone has a sensitive spot.

Making Song Qingxing admit she wasn’t that fond of her was harder for Xie Jingcheng than being killed.

“Fine, my dear, call me whatever you like, as long as you don’t think the waiter hearing it will find us sickeningly sweet.”

Song Qingxing leaned closer, recalling how Xie Jingcheng had just fed her. She also used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of beef and brought it to Xie Jingcheng’s mouth.

Feeding the great movie star—no matter how she thought about it, she was the one benefiting.

Xie Jingcheng was a little surprised but opened her mouth and obediently ate the dish Song Qingxing offered, feeling a rush of joy in her heart and mind.

The two didn’t discuss anything else afterward. Following Xie Jingcheng’s threat, Song Qingxing’s company had been eerily silent.

They didn’t dare send a single harassing text or make a phone call.

It seemed they were afraid of offending Xie Jingcheng, but Song Qingxing could understand that because she, too, was a little afraid of Xie Jingcheng.

After finishing their meal, they still needed to walk around the street to help digest their food.

However, the heat wave in the afternoon was overwhelming.

Indeed, going shopping in the summer was exhausting.

A thin layer of sweat soon appeared on Song Qingxing’s forehead. Seeing this, Xie Jingcheng decided not to continue strolling the streets. She planned to find a place to rest, or perhaps a nap would be better.

However, there were no luxury five-star hotels in the small town.

There were mostly guesthouses.

High-end guesthouses weren’t bad, but they certainly weren’t as spacious and bright as the presidential suites of five-star hotels; they were often narrow little rooms.

Xie Jingcheng always had bodyguards following her. They were responsible for carrying the luggage. After dropping off the bags, they went to rest in the room next door.

Even when they were resting, though, the bodyguards would rush over at the slightest sound, unless the employer sent a message in advance instructing them not to come over no matter how loud the noise was.

Then they wouldn’t come.

The reason was simple: what if the two were engaging in some indescribable activity? It would be quite presumptuous for the bodyguards to barge in so suddenly.

“You must be tired after walking so much. Let’s rest for a while.”

Xie Jingcheng picked out an outfit, planning to change into it for her afternoon nap. Song Qingxing was nestled entirely in the sofa, having taken off her shoes and rested her feet lazily on the other end of the couch.

Her soles were fair and delicate, with no calluses, indicating they were very well-maintained.

However, walking without calluses could easily cause her heels to turn red or even develop blisters.

Although this posture could relax her tired calves and feet, it offered a full view of her flat abdomen and perky bottom.

Xie Jingcheng closed her eyes.

She told herself she hadn’t seen anything, and she went into the bathroom, ready to wash away the thin film of sweat.

Song Qingxing opened her phone. Almost immediately after the two officially announced their relationship, they topped the trending searches. Although the atmosphere in the entertainment industry was much more open than before, there were still people who opposed such matters.

Consequently, she received many private messages with insults.

But being a celebrity requires having a diamond heart; otherwise, you truly can’t be one, and it’s easy to develop depression.

Song Qingxing smiled and swiped past them.

She liked a few comments wishing her happiness.

She couldn’t help but inwardly wish that she and Xie Jingcheng could truly be happy.

A lifetime with a person like this might not be bad.

While thinking this, Song Qingxing browsed news related to herself. Unlike the previous life, where the media was full of mocking reports, the online reaction to their announcement was mixed, both positive and negative. Song Qingxing felt gratified seeing these netizens who supported her.

During the period when her career tanked, the media and netizens seemed to have nothing to say but ridicule.

Now, there were people praising her.

It was truly satisfying.

The time when she was younger and couldn’t tolerate the slightest insult, wanting to argue with anti-fans, was long gone.

Holding her phone, Song Qingxing drifted off to sleep. The afternoon was the easiest time to feel sleepy, especially since she had just exercised a bit, making her want to sleep even more.

The phone slipped from her grasp, falling onto her chest. Song Qingxing was in a deep, even-breathing sleep.

Xie Jingcheng came out of the shower and saw a sleeping beauty, especially the location of her phone…

Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly, reached out a finger, hooked the phone, took it away, and placed it aside.

She didn’t want to disturb her sleep, but she also felt it wasn’t good to fall asleep covered in sweat. So, she sat beside the sofa and poked Song Qingxing’s soft cheek with her fingertip.

“Little pig, wake up quickly.”

Xie Jingcheng’s voice was gentle. It was only when she noticed it herself that she realized how soft her tone was. It felt like a memory: a mother lying in a hospital bed, holding her newborn sister.

She had said, “Your older sister is called Jingcheng. You will be called Jingshu, the ‘shu’ meaning special. You are also Mommy’s special little darling.”

Was this maternal love?

No…

This was just fondness, a deeper layer of affection.

“Pig? Where’s the pig?”

Song Qingxing seemed to mumble in her sleep, turning her head and pressing her face against the backrest of the sofa, unwilling to pay attention to the person disturbing her.

Xie Jingcheng: …

It looked like the little lazy pig genuinely didn’t want to get up.

She would have to use her ultimate move.

Xie Jingcheng stood up, extended her hands, placing one hand under Song Qingxing’s back and the other under her knees. With just a slight effort, the light woman was lifted into her arms.

“Still not waking up?”

Her ear was gently nipped, and Song Qingxing finally opened her eyes groggily, seeing the deep profile of the face right in front of her. She nearly jumped in surprise, almost falling out of Xie Jingcheng’s embrace.

“Xie Jingcheng, why are you holding me?”

Her nasal passages were filled with the scent of shower gel, like lavender, rich yet with a hint of spice.

“I’m all sweaty!”

“I’m making you go wash up, otherwise, if the sweat dries, it will be uncomfortable sticking to you.”

Xie Jingcheng walked two steps and reached the bathroom door.

“Just a quick rinse is fine. We need to sleep later, or there won’t be enough time.”