Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 88

Compared to the last time, Song Qingxing was much more relaxed this time. She was completely at ease, sipping her wine in small mouthfuls.

The director’s two bottles of wine must have been quite expensive. Song Qingxing couldn’t help but lick her lips—she thought, why not enjoy something this good for free?

So, she drank one glass after another.

Although red wine isn’t instantly intoxicating, drinking too much can lead to an unbearable kickback later.

Song Qingxing quickly began to feel lightheaded again, forcing her to stop drinking and switch to one or two cups of clear tea.

“Eat some food, only drinking hurts your stomach.”

Xie Jingcheng put a piece of stir-fried cabbage on her plate. The cabbage heart was used, making it very tender, and it was braised in high-quality stock, making the flavor quite good.

“No, I want you to feed me!”

Song Qingxing shook her head, leaning forward until she was almost completely nestled in Xie Jingcheng’s warm embrace. At this moment, she truly resembled a little rabbit.

Xie Jingcheng sighed with gentle helplessness, put down her chopsticks, and picked up a spoon to feed her some rice and vegetables.

“Jingcheng, you really look after Qingxing like she’s a child.”

The associate director nearby couldn’t help but comment. This person was a well-known veteran in the industry and had been asked by the Xie family to come and save the current project.

Xie Jingcheng had acted in a previous drama under him, so their relationship was amicable, but they hadn’t conversed much on set due to work.

“Yes, she likes it. It’s okay for her to be a little willful.”

Xie Jingcheng actually enjoyed this feeling immensely. The fact that Song Qingxing dared to get drunk in front of her proved that she was holding nothing back and had no guard up whatsoever.

Song Qingxing began to drift off sleepily during the latter half of the dinner, while Xie Jingcheng continued to handle the people at the table.

But having been traumatized by her drinking experience last time, Xie Jingcheng was only drinking tea.

Apart from the one or two sips of red wine offered by the director at the beginning, she hadn’t touched any alcohol since.

Just like the last time, she was sober as could be. However, if there was one thing people could learn from history, it was that they could learn nothing from it.

Xie Jingcheng was about to wrap up the banquet and go back to the hotel to rest, as she was leaving the city tomorrow to take Song Qingxing back to the dusty, middle-of-nowhere Hengdian—the place where their fates had intertwined.

That’s when Song Qingxing raised her wine glass. The clear glass held bright red wine, the liquid clinging to the sides of the cup, looking like a glass of vivid fresh blood.

“Xie Jingcheng, let’s drink a cross-cupped toast.”

Song Qingxing used to play this kind of make-believe game with other girls when she was little, but ever since she decided to become an idol, she had gradually drifted away from her peers.

“Be good, can we do it when we get back?”

Xie Jingcheng was a little helpless, gently patting Song Qingxing soft cheek, speaking in a negotiating tone. But at this moment, she was no match for Song Qingxing, whose courage after drinking was greater than even Wu Song’s.

With her tipsy eyes slightly narrowed, a galaxy seemed to shimmer in those black pupils.

“No.”

Song Qingxing refused righteously.

“I like you so much, are you unwilling? Don’t you like me…?”

People who throw tantrums when drunk are always this unreasonable. Although Song Qingxing wouldn’t be like some people who violently threw up on the table or tried to plug a charger into the wall, she was a master of acting spoiled.

It was completely impossible to resist.

This wine shouldn’t be a problem, and she’d be drinking from Song Qingxing glass anyway. Xie Jingcheng sighed in resignation, asked for a fresh glass of wine, and held out her hand. The two women linked their wrists together.

Song Qingxing smiled contentedly, then lowered her head, taking small sips of the wine in her hand.

The red liquid dripped down her chin onto her neck, then plunged into the darkness, disappearing.

Xie Jingcheng wanted to reach for a napkin, but it was too late.

No one dared to look at such a sticky scene between the two of them. Although they hadn’t kissed yet, the ambiguous atmosphere was no less intense than a kiss!

Seeing that Song Qingxing was about to pass out completely, and fearing she would cause an embarrassing scene if she continued to act up, Xie Jingcheng had no choice but to bid the director farewell ahead of time and take her back to the hotel.

Song Qingxing was wearing a light green outfit today. Green is a difficult color to wear; if one’s skin tone isn’t pale, it can make them look dark.

However, a high-quality green doesn’t resemble the color of a roadside hedge.

It looks more like emerald jewelry or dark jade.

So, when the drop of red wine stained Song Qingxing dark green shirt, Xie Jingcheng felt it was inappropriate to unbutton it in the car, so she endured until they returned to the hotel.

The driver wanted to step forward to help her.

But remembering the young lady’s fiercely possessive nature, like a vicious dog guarding its food, he pulled back his hand halfway.

It was best for him not to touch Miss Song.

Xie Jingcheng embraced her and returned to the room, placing her on the sofa. She decided that instead of wiping the stain with a napkin, it would be best to get her to shower.

She was just about to coax Song Qingxing into the bathroom.

But after only two steps, Song Qingxing legs gave out. She knocked against the corner of the sofa and collapsed onto the carpet like a rag doll.

She dragged Xie Jingcheng down with her, and in order to shield the drunkard, Xie Jingcheng was the one who landed first. The back of her head hit the hard tile floor—there wasn’t even a carpet to cushion the blow.

For a moment, Xie Jingcheng felt the world spinning.

She rarely had such an experience in her life. The only comparable incidents were perhaps the one or two times she fell from a wire without a stunt double while filming, but those times there were air mattresses underneath!

Now, there was nothing cushioning her, just direct, close-contact with the tile.

Her head was buzzing.

“You really are…”

Xie Jingcheng was surprisingly not angry. In fact, she felt surprised herself, as her temper wasn’t exactly good. If anyone else dared to treat her this way, she would probably have already given them the cold shoulder or slapped them to make them sober up.

But faced with Song Qingxing pure and harmless face, she couldn’t utter a single word of blame; instead, she felt mostly heartache.

Maybe I should just carry her over?

Xie Jingcheng made up her mind, but just as she sat up, a knock sounded at the door. The dull knocking echoed through the hotel room.

Usually, the person knocking would be the cleaning staff, but they wouldn’t typically come at this hour.

At first, Xie Jingcheng ignored it, but the knocking didn’t stop and sounded more than ten times again.

Xie Jingcheng struggled to reach her phone, ready to ask the bodyguard next door to check what was going on, when she heard an extremely familiar voice.

“Jingcheng, do you really not want to see me?”

“If you don’t want to see me, I’ll die right here for you!”

Threatening suicide—it had been years since she’d heard such a cliché tactic.

If it were anyone else, Xie Jingcheng would calmly open the door, watch the person, and then mockingly say, “If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and cut your own throat.”

But unfortunately, the person outside the door was—An Wenqing.

And this silly girl truly had the nerve to do it.