Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 8

But before she could explain, Yu Zhi had already walked out the door. Xie Jingcheng could only give a helpless light chuckle before sitting down on the hotel sofa.

“I thought if I got up a bit earlier, you wouldn’t have had breakfast yet, but I guess I overthought it.”

Xie Jingcheng had a dedicated nutritionist and rarely overate, but compared to some celebrities who secretly snacked, her self-control was frighteningly strong.

“You don’t need to prepare so much, I can’t eat it all.”

Song Qingxin was born with a small appetite, though she envied those who could eat wildly and not gain weight, as she genuinely loved food.

It was just a pity her stomach was tiny and couldn’t hold much.

And because she had to maintain her figure, she basically only sniffed high-oil, high-fat, high-calorie foods, maybe gnawing off a tiny speck of meat.

“Oh, right, are you going to kiss me again today?”

Song Qingxin still hadn’t forgotten her duty and decided to satisfy Xie Jingcheng first, then she’d feel comfortable bringing up her request.

“Tonight.”

Xie Jingcheng said just that, then prepared to stand up and leave.

“Xie Jingcheng, even though you’re my sponsor now, I still have to ask, do you really only require this of me?”

Xie Jingcheng understood Song Qingxin’s concern. People in the industry had almost formed a silent agreement.

To get resources, you had to pay something in return.

Of course, good actors were the exception.

She extended her hand, her skin pale. Xie Jingcheng’s fingers were distinctly jointed, and her nails were neatly trimmed. She rarely painted them with messy colors, mostly just applying a protective oil occasionally.

She gently poked the tip of Song Qingxin’s perky nose.

Xie Jingcheng’s voice was filled with laughter.

“Don’t worry, I’m not short on money, and I’m not short on resources. We are mutually beneficial. I just have a little hobby, that’s all.”

People say rich people have strange hobbies.

Song Qingxin felt she was witnessing it firsthand today.

Well, at least it wasn’t some outrageous act like collecting nose hair, so she could accept it.

Ultimately, Song Qingxin kept the sandwich Xie Jingcheng brought her. Her subconscious soul was somewhat a woman nearing thirty.

At least she knew how to make a partner happy.

Even if she didn’t like a gift from the other person, she had to pretend she absolutely loved it.

She only drank one or two sips of the porridge and took just a big bite of the sandwich.

She gave the rest to Yu Zhi.

Unexpectedly, the sandwich was quite delicious, seemingly made by a five-star chef. She had no idea where Xie Jingcheng got it from.

But since her family was so wealthy, she probably could afford to hire a five-star chef directly at home.

Song Qingxin felt like she had incredibly good luck to have met such a good sponsor—one who didn’t demand sex but sent her food and resources.

She was practically a sucker.

Cough cough… she shouldn’t think of her sponsor that way.

Song Qingxin internally chastised herself. After tidying up a little, she and her assistant, who had a round, full belly, took the elevator down together.

After leaving the hotel, it took less than ten minutes by car.

Fortunately, this hotel was specifically set up for the film studio. Otherwise, Song Qingxin estimated it would take her two or three hours to drive to the nearest hotel.

Before long, they arrived at Hengdian. The movie shoot was nearing its final stages, and everyone’s spirits were uplifted. After filming for so many months, they could finally leave this desolate place.

Xie Jingcheng had already arrived earlier.

Her long hair was tied up.

She wore a baseball cap to block the sun, her eyes slightly squinted, and her eyelashes curled.

She sat with her legs crossed. Even though she could recite the script backward, she was still flipping through the book, pen in hand, occasionally jotting down the character’s psychological state and what she needed to improve during acting.

Song Qingxin felt her old cheeks flush with embarrassment.

She was very ashamed.

The other person was much more serious than her. No wonder she could remain popular for so many years.

Perhaps it wasn’t entirely true, as the internet claimed, that it was all based on her family background.

Xie Jingcheng had genuine talent. Song Qingxin had seen movies she starred in—her gaze was deep, full of unspoken emotion, a level not easily reached by average actresses.

And because of her heroic look, Xie Jingcheng had played many male cameo roles, resulting in many cool-and-handsome edited videos online.

Every time, they made countless people swoon.

Her gentlemanly demeanor, good looks, and pleasant personality laid the foundation for her fame.

She wondered why a person like this would take an interest in her.

Song Qingxin wasn’t being self-deprecating; the gap between them was like a chasm. Even if Xie Jingcheng fell to the bottom, broke her legs, she could probably still crawl back up with her broken limbs.

“You’re here.”

Xie Jingcheng put down the script and resolutely walked up, though her heart was filled with fluctuating thoughts.

Actually, she had a dream last night.

The doctor said she was under too much stress, and finding a female companion to relax and vent was acceptable.

However… Xie Jingcheng didn’t want to fall in love so quickly; she just wanted to find someone she was attracted to and temporarily vent her desires.

That’s why she had been exceptionally attentive these past few days.

But this behavior was very unlike her usual personality, causing the various crew members to stare wide-eyed in disbelief, many even stopping their work.

One of them, holding a milk tea, didn’t notice the iron pole in front of her and crashed into it with a loud “bang,” which echoed throughout the set.

This made everyone burst into laughter.

Song Qingxin was speechless. Didn’t these people know how to restrain themselves?

Eating so much gossip openly wasn’t very appropriate, was it?

…

Under a large sun umbrella not far away sat a man, the male lead of this drama. However, this art-house film was about the story of two women.

Calling him the male lead was just a nice title.

His combined screen time wasn’t even as much as the two female leads’ bathing scenes.

But Peng Zhi’en had come to act in this drama primarily to pursue Xie Jingcheng. Her family background was too good.

Once he climbed this high branch, he wouldn’t just be a “Phoenix Man”; he’d be a Golden Phoenix Man!

But he had barely exchanged two words with Xie Jingcheng, and the film was about to wrap up. He stubbornly hung around, hoping to get Xie Jingcheng’s contact information.

But now, his only hope was shattered. Who knew that Xie Jingcheng, this delicate flower, had been plucked by Song Qingxin?

He had seen the hotel video that day.

Xie Jingcheng never did such things alone. She was always surrounded by three or four assistants.

Although she was approachable, it was true that she had mysophobia and never willingly did menial tasks.

In short… she never saw the need to do small chores.

These were all pampered habits inherited from her family, but because of her superb acting skills, people naturally overlooked these minor flaws.

No, this can’t happen.

Peng Zhi’en narrowed his eyes, and a plan formed in his mind.

Peng Zhi’en wasn’t bad, actually. Although he was only twenty-five or twenty-six, he had been nominated for Best Actor multiple times, earning him the nickname “Uncrowned Best Actor.”

But he understood.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t win the Best Actor award.

It was because the Best Actor awards were bagged by the same people every year. Yes, even the most authoritative awards in the world were definitely rigged.

What he lacked was money and connections, so he absolutely had to win over Xie Jingcheng.