Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 89

Thinking of their years of friendship, Xie Jingcheng was not a completely heartless person. She sighed, glanced at Song Qingxing who had fallen into her arms, and carried her to the sofa.

She stood up, preparing to head to the door.

If Song Qingxing was a well-behaved rabbit or a kitten, An Wenqing was definitely a wild leopard. Her love for you meant she thought highly of you, but you could not refuse this affection.

If you did not comply, you would be met with the most severe retaliation.

Although Xie Jingcheng was fed up with her childhood friend’s nasty temper, she also knew that people were born as blank slates, and innate villains were rare.

An Wenqing’s lawless personality was entirely spoiled by her own parents.

At most, she would suffer another slap on the face or a knife cut on her hand, but no matter what, she had to prevent this girl from self-harming.

Xie Jingcheng opened the door. An Wenqing’s eyes trembled, and her thick black eyelashes were drenched with tears, like spider silk hanging with raindrops after an autumn rain.

“Jingcheng, you finally agreed to see me!”

In her excitement, the knife in An Wenqing’s hand dropped to the floor with a “clatter.” She reached out, and her slender, pale arm wrapped around Xie Jingcheng’s soft waist.

She sniffled, her current state far from elegant.

Snot was on the verge of running out.

A dignified rich family’s young lady had been reduced to this state, truly tormented by love and unable to move forward.

Xie Jingcheng turned her head, her gaze falling on Song Qingxing, seemingly afraid that the little rabbit would wake up and find her flirting with someone else.

Just as she was about to push the person away, An Wenqing noticed her anomaly. She looked up and saw the person nestled on the sofa.

She could only faintly see a profile of the face, but the graceful figure was like a goddess from ancient Greek mythology, lithe and charming.

Song Qingxing!

How could An Wenqing not guess the person’s identity? A surge of jealousy accumulated in her heart.

The feeling was like a worker in a vinegar processing plant accidentally knocking over a shelf, triggering a domino effect as rows of shelves fell, and dark brown vinegar spread across the tiles.

Unfortunately, An Wenqing hadn’t had time to act.

Xie Jingcheng extended her long leg and decisively kicked the dagger away. The dagger tumbled a few times on the hotel’s velvet carpet and finally rolled next to a vase.

“Jingcheng, what are you doing?”

An Wenqing could guess what she meant—she wouldn’t let herself get close to the vixen in the room.

“An Wenqing, calm down.”

“I’ve told you many times, I don’t like you. What more do you want?”

Xie Jingcheng frowned, but her mind was wondering, where is Jiang Yiliu?

Didn’t she send someone to follow An Wenqing?

Could it be that this little leopard was too fierce, so even a retired soldier like Jiang Yiliu didn’t dare to act rashly?

Although Xie Jingcheng could understand, she was in big trouble now.

Because the person who was originally dizzy from intoxication heard the commotion at the door and had already stood up, supporting herself with one hand.

“Xie Jingcheng, why are you standing at the door?”

Song Qingxing only felt the world spinning. The ceiling seemed to sway like a wave, and the hotel’s crystal chandelier was like a fishing boat.

Xie Jingcheng had also become three.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me…”

Song Qingxing’s cheeks were flushed. Because she had too much to drink, her vision was also blurry, and she couldn’t clearly see the person in Xie Jingcheng’s arms.

Xie Jingcheng was embraced from the back, caught in a literal pincer attack at this moment. This feeling was too hard to describe.

She felt lucky that Song Qingxing was still drunk; if she were sober, wouldn’t she be a super invincible manipulative woman?

However, Xie Jingcheng hated this feeling.

After all, she wasn’t a fickle woman, and there was no need to experience this so-called “Shura Field” (a dramatic love triangle confrontation).

So, Xie Jingcheng decisively made her choice, focusing her attention on An Wenqing. She didn’t intend to let this tense state drag on.

“Wenqing, can you let go first?”

Xie Jingcheng spoke, but the words sounded like a different meaning in An Wenqing’s ears.

My girlfriend is here, please don’t be touchy-feely, okay?

Her heart was full of bitterness, and she didn’t know how to describe the feeling, so she could only look at Xie Jingcheng angrily.

“Do you really like her that much?”

“Like her so much that you’d abandon the friendship we have?”

Xie Jingcheng reached out and grabbed An Wenqing’s wrist. She saw the bodyguards rushing over from the hallway corner. With such a commotion at the door, it was impossible for the bodyguards not to hear.

After all, their duty was to protect the young lady’s safety at all times.

“I have affection for you, but do you have any for me?”

Xie Jingcheng lowered her head and counter-questioned.

“You should know that I have never liked you. The reason I was so good to you before was because your parents asked me to look after you.”

The truth was often the most jarring. An Wenqing stumbled backward, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief, unable to accept that everything she had once believed in was false.

“If you want to hear the truth, I don’t mind saying it again.”

The bodyguards had already rushed over, but seeing that the person was An Wenqing, they were startled. This one was also a precious commodity; touching her or bumping her would be bad.

The bodyguards dared not pull her away directly.

They could only gently persuade her.

“Miss An, please let go.”

“Don’t hold Miss Xie anymore…”

Xie Jingcheng ignored the noisy voices of the bodyguards and spoke again. Her words, however, were like the whispers of a devil.

“Yes, I don’t love you.”

“From childhood until now, I have only treated you as a little sister, a sister without any romantic love.”

“Everything you’ve done, I don’t feel moved by it; I only find it as annoying as those other men.”

Upon hearing this, An Wenqing’s shoulders trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

“Wenqing, find someone else. There are plenty of people in this world who are better than me.”

Xie Jingcheng pried open An Wenqing’s fingers one by one from around her waist. She had never been able to bring herself to cut the cord quickly and cleanly before.

Because she couldn’t bear to see the person who had followed her around calling her “Jiejie” (older sister) since childhood display such a sad expression.

However, the longer it dragged on, the larger the wound would become.

Her so-called kindness was an eternal, unhealing scar for An Wenqing.

Rather than letting it be, it was better to pull out the weapon and directly apply a searing brand to allow the wound to heal without the risk of infection.

The last few fingers came loose with almost no effort. An Wenqing was softly held by the bodyguards and hadn’t walked far when Jiang Yiliu rushed over.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t keep a close enough eye on her…”

Jiang Yiliu offered a slight apology.

“No, I understand.”

An Wenqing was quite clever; escaping the bodyguards’ sight was simple.

“But, you should still put away the knife I kicked behind the vase.”

“Otherwise, there really might be bloodshed.”