Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 76

Soothing music filled the air, but An Wenqing was in no mood to appreciate it. If you were to ask why, it was because she was drunk.

Utterly and completely drunk.

People say alcohol soothes a thousand sorrows, and An Wenqing initially didn’t believe it. She felt that drinking herself into a stupor was merely escaping reality.

But at this very moment, she realized the sting of bitter wine entering the heart. It turned out that failing to get what you truly desired could indeed lead to a breakdown.

With her legs crossed and slightly swaying, An Wenqing thought back to the past, when she and Xie Jingcheng were still attending the same school.

The rain was pouring heavily. For some unknown reason, her family’s driver hadn’t shown up today.

“Wenqing, come back with me.”

The person who was usually distant now spoke up, taking the initiative. Xie Jingcheng looked at his driver walking over with an umbrella, turned his head, and asked An Wenqing.

“No need, I’ll wait for the driver to arrive.”

Their relationship was one of growing up together, but after starting school and entering adolescence, An Wenqing didn’t interact much with Xie Jingcheng anymore.

“Your driver might be delayed by something.”

Seeing that the Xie family’s driver had already reached his side, and An Wenqing still hadn’t moved, Xie Jingcheng could only sigh helplessly. He took the umbrella from the driver’s hand and actively walked over.

The driver was somewhat surprised by the sight.

However, since he was here to pick up his young mistress, he had naturally come prepared. He took out another folding umbrella from behind his back.

Indeed, being a driver for a wealthy family meant being able to anticipate multiple scenarios.

The small umbrella was barely enough to shield him from the wind and rain, but it certainly wouldn’t keep his suit completely dry—it was his uniform, after all.

“Come with me.”

Xie Jingcheng’s tone was firm. Before An Wenqing could refuse, she was pulled out into the torrential rain. The umbrella was held over her head, and not a single strand of her hair was dampened.

But it was only after getting into the car that she realized Xie Jingcheng’s shoulder was wet on one side.

Perhaps she had already fallen for him from that moment, when a lump formed in her throat, but An Wenqing hadn’t realized it yet.

She continued to act as she pleased.

Yet, it was always Xie Jingcheng who came to clean up her messes.

After going to university, she dated a few handsome guys who were after her family’s wealth. An Wenqing mistakenly thought she had found true love, only to discover that they merely wanted her family’s money.

It was the same story with every one of them. Heartbroken, she would get drunk at parties, just like today, waiting until late at night.

Her friends would all be drunk, heading home in pairs, or simply passed out on the sofas, covered with blankets, unconscious.

It was then that a knock came at the door. Xie Jingcheng, wrapped in the cold wind of the night, arrived at the apartment.

“Wenqing, you’re drunk. Have some hot tea.”

“I’ll carry you back. Don’t sleep in such a crowded, unsafe place.”

It was only when she eventually grew tired of the dating scene that An Wenqing realized the person she wanted had been by her side all along. But when she turned around to look for him, Xie Jingcheng was no longer there.

Despite him repeatedly emphasizing that he only saw her as his friend’s younger sister, An Wenqing didn’t see it that way. If she had a younger sister or a friend, she wouldn’t look after them so meticulously.

She had been the one to lose Xie Jingcheng.

What an idiot. From childhood to university, such a long journey, yet she never figured it out. Xie Jingcheng must have been utterly heartbroken.

Tears welled up in An Wenqing’s eyes. She was unwilling. She was unwilling to let the love she had dreamed of be within reach, yet impossible to grasp.

Just as she was about to reach for the wine bottle, a knock sounded at the door. The few people sitting on the sofa opened their eyes in annoyance.

“Who is it, so late?”

This gathering was just for An Wenqing and her girlfriends, with no men present, which was why they dared to be so unrestrained.

“I don’t know. Ignore them.”

One person clutched her head, clearly feeling the ill effects of the alcohol, but drinking it had been so much fun.

The knocking continued for a while. Seeing no response, a key began to turn in the lock. Everyone was startled awake. Someone with a key was likely not just anybody.

Sure enough, the door was pushed open, and a long-haired woman walked in. She was tall, wearing a pair of gray flat shoes.

“Miss, it’s time for you to go home.”

The woman was nearly thirty years old, but one couldn’t easily see the marks of time on her face. This wasn’t just due to good upkeep; it had a lot to do with a healthy state of mind.

“I’m not going back.”

An Wenqing refused flatly, but the woman, unlike other bodyguards, did not back down.

Instead, she took a few steps forward.

“You have to go back whether you like it or not. The Master and Madame are worried about you.”

She finished speaking and reached out a hand, directly hooking the other person’s waist, lifting her onto her shoulder, and walking forward.

“Who do you think you are?”

An Wenqing’s awful temper was well-known, so the bodyguards who followed her always had to endure some non-human treatment, with the average turnover being once a month.

This woman, however, had been by her side for several years.

Her cheek was patted, but the woman didn’t get angry. She continued to carry An Wenqing out, leaving the remaining girlfriends in the apartment exchanging glances.

“She’s really something, daring to just carry An Wenqing away.”

“Of course. I heard she used to be in the military.”

Bodyguards always needed to have something exceptional about them.

Otherwise, why would they be hired at a high salary?

Song Qingxing emerged from the bathroom, feeling clean and refreshed again. It was always comfortable after a shower, especially with the air conditioner in the B&B room blowing on her.

All the heat on her body dissipated.

Xie Jingcheng had set the temperature not too low, probably around $27^circtext{C}$, so it wasn’t particularly cold and she didn’t feel like sneezing.

“Come here, I’ll blow-dry your hair.”

Xie Jingcheng patted the bed. Song Qingxing walked over obediently. Since it was a high-end hairdryer, the noise was minimal, so it didn’t interfere with their conversation.

With slender fingertips, Xie Jingcheng gently separated the dark hair, her expression focused and serious.

“Accompanying me in such a willful way, do you feel any concern?”

Although her possessiveness had flared up earlier, Xie Jingcheng felt a hint of regret after calming down. She shouldn’t have pressured the other person to announce their relationship.

It was too irrational.

“Why?”

“You are, after all, an idol, and your journey has been tough, largely dependent on your fans’ support. But announcing your relationship suddenly might be a little irresponsible to your fans.”

Xie Jingcheng was actually calmly considering things for her?

Song Qingxing’s eyes widened in disbelief.

It was rare for a sugar daddy to have such awareness. Should she be moved? And she should be moved to the point of being completely overwhelmed.

“That’s true, but if I stop performing and singing, they will soon abandon me anyway.”

The world is just that realistic. It’s not guaranteed that being an idol automatically gives you loyal fans.

You have to keep singing, dancing, and pleasing them for them to stay with you. It’s a two-way street.

“Instead of relying on others, it’s better to rely on oneself. However, I can take a bit of a shortcut compared to them, because I can rely on you.”

Song Qingxing grasped the hand Xie Jingcheng was using to dry her hair.

“Am I right, my Sugar Daddy?”