Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 77

“Don’t call me ‘Sugar Daddy,’ it’s kind of embarrassing.”

It was rare for Xie Jingcheng to feel embarrassed. Even though she had seen all sorts of terrible scripts during her acting career, being called that by the person she liked still made her feel nervous.

“But isn’t it the truth?”

“No, even if it is the truth, I don’t like hearing it.”

“Alright… alright,” Song Qingxing sighed helplessly. Xie Jingcheng was always like this—she loved to hear sweet talk but disliked hearing the harsh truth.

“Xie Jingcheng, you’re easy to take advantage of. Why don’t you like people telling you the truth?”

Song Qingxing reached out and poked the other person’s cheek. By this time, her hair was almost dry.

“I only take losses from you.”

Song Qingxing: …

She fell silent. This sweet talk felt a bit too cheesy, didn’t it? Yet, even though it was cheesy, coming from the mouth of a great beauty, it seemed to automatically purify itself, removing all the grease.

“Is that so?”

Song Qingxing leaned closer. The hairdryer was placed on the nightstand, and Xie Jingcheng sank fully into the soft bed.

“You only take losses from me?”

Song Qingxing narrowed her eyes and asked back, showing a rare hint of a dominant presence. Xie Jingcheng, however, did not push away the person pressing down on her.

“Mm.”

As the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, Song Qingxing blinked. She recalled the comics, TV shows, and novels she had read. It seemed that in a moment like this, she should take the initiative and “A-up” (make a move) to please the sugar daddy.

She closed her eyes and thought to herself.

It’s just a kiss. I’ll just treat it like eating fruit.

Anyway, every time she kissed her, she felt that Xie Jingcheng’s lips were sweet, with the fresh scent, sourness, and sweetness of a citrus fruit.

It was an indescribable taste.

Their noses were touching, and the breath exhaled from their nostrils rustled the fine hairs on their faces. Just as they were about to make full, zero-distance contact, a knock came at the door.

Song Qingxing was startled like a frightened rabbit, shrinking instantly back into her “nest.”

Xie Jingcheng was very unhappy—extremely unhappy!

The little rabbit had finally taken the initiative, only to be scared away. If she found out that the person knocking had come for no important reason, that person would certainly face severe treatment.

“I’ll get the door.”

A layer of low pressure surrounded Xie Jingcheng. The door opened to reveal several of her bodyguards and a short-haired woman standing outside.

“What are you here for?”

Xie Jingcheng glanced back into the room, saw the still blushing Song Qingxing, and simply closed the door to talk outside. She didn’t want Song Qingxing to know about all the terrible things, especially those related to her family.

“I’d like to talk to Miss Xie.”

Jiang Yiliu spoke. Although her tone was respectful, there was no hint of respect in her eyes.

“About what?”

Xie Jingcheng leaned against the wall. She clearly wasn’t fond of this person but knew she was An Wenqing’s personal bodyguard, so she didn’t chase her away.

“Miss An has been drinking heavily these past few days. I’m afraid if this continues, her stomach and intestines will develop problems.”

Jiang Yiliu stated her purpose, and Xie Jingcheng nodded.

“That is indeed not good.”

“So, could I trouble you to try and comfort her?”

Xie Jingcheng fell silent. In the past, she might have agreed, but now she would not agree to such a request. She already had someone she liked and couldn’t give An Wenqing any more hope.

Otherwise, she would be a scumbag.

A butcher who cuts flesh with a blunt knife.

“No, I can’t go.”

“Miss Xie, I have already spoken to the master, and I believe your father would also agree. Miss An can’t keep being so decadent; she will ruin her body.”

When Xie Jingcheng heard the other person say this, she finally became angry. She knitted her eyebrows together like a tangled knot.

“Leaving aside that I have a lover now, even if I didn’t, I would not agree to the demands you are making.”

“I have never given her any so-called hope. I only treat her as a friend, as a younger sister.”

Xie Jingcheng knew these words would sound harsh, but there had to be a day when they’d tear the facade down.

“Do I need to give her meaningless hope again and again? That is absolutely not what is best for An Wenqing.”

Jiang Yiliu was silent. She knew this was like drinking poisoned wine, but if the young lady didn’t drink it, she would die of thirst.

Seeing the person in front of her about to speak, Xie Jingcheng took a step forward, her attitude softening slightly as she patted Jiang Yiliu’s shoulder.

“It’s not that Wenqing likes me; she’s just lacking love. Some things parents can’t make up for, so she desperately tries to find it elsewhere.”

“You can replace me.”

“As long as you are wholeheartedly good to her, she will turn around one day.”

Jiang Yiliu knew that further persuasion was useless. After a long while, she finally asked.

“Then what should I do?”

Xie Jingcheng: …

“I don’t know, either. After all, the person I like hasn’t even confirmed she likes me yet.”

The ways of pursuing someone are mysterious and vague; one relies entirely on personal exploration.

“But you made Miss An fall for you.”

“No, when I was good to her, she didn’t like me at all.”

Xie Jingcheng shook her head and then walked back into the room. Alright, the other person did have an urgent matter, so I’ll put my anger aside for now.

Because if An Wenqing truly developed stomach bleeding or alcohol poisoning from drinking, then Xie Jingcheng would truly become a deeply sinful woman.

After the group left, Xie Jingcheng returned to the room. She felt a little fluttery inside, wondering if a certain person would continue?

However, she found Song Qingxing’s face buried in the pillow, sleeping soundly and sweetly. Well, it looks like that’s out of the question.

Xie Jingcheng sighed helplessly.

Taking off her shoes, she also lay down on the soft bed. She turned her head to look at Song Qingxing and brushed the stray hair from her forehead.

Her cool, thin lips kissed the other person’s forehead.

“Good afternoon.”

A soft whisper sounded in her ear. Xie Jingcheng reached out, shook open the air-conditioning quilt lying nearby, and covered both of them.

And so, they both fell into a deep sleep.

Little did they know, a heated war of words was quietly brewing online.

Is she crazy? Song Qingxing is in the rising phase of her career! How can she date? How unfair is that to her fans?

I think so, too. However, since she’s dating a great beauty, I can forgive her.

Some fans had already begun to take sides. If Song Qingxing had dated an ugly man, they would surely be crying and causing a huge scene.

After all, many female celebrities in the industry nowadays specifically go for ugly men, and nobody knows why.

Yet, handsome men seem to be doing very well, either sleeping with wealthy female patrons or female fans with top-tier looks.

Their “sisters-in-law” are all fair-skinned, beautiful, and have long legs.

Please, you guys are toxic solo-fans, complaining like this. This is Xie Jingcheng. Setting aside the fact that she’s a film empress with a much higher status than your ‘master,’ she’s also a rich heiress and acts purely as a hobby.

Your ‘master’s’ annual film earnings probably can’t even buy one of her watches.

Shut up! They are both beauties. You ugly monsters have no place to speak!

Online comments were varied and colorful, but they did not affect the two main people who were soundly asleep in the same bed.