Reborn! Caught Up by the Critically Obsessed Actress - Chapter 93

Perhaps to show that he wasn’t too close to Song Qingxing, Li Hai extended his hand again, and the meaning was obvious.

He wanted to shake hands with Song Qingxing.

Dream on.

Xie Jingcheng thought this in her heart, and she acted on it.

She was considered the lead actress in this movie, but she didn’t have many scenes with the male lead, and Xie Jingcheng didn’t care whether he had a good impression of her.

“Teacher Xie, please don’t misunderstand me.”

Seeing that he had messed things up, Li Hai could only open his mouth to plead. Although he liked beautiful women, when picking flowers, he had to consider the owner. If the flower already had an owner, he wouldn’t dare to pick it rashly.

“I didn’t misunderstand you.”

Xie Jingcheng’s eyes were serious. Very few people would believe what she said, but she could indeed analyze a person’s thoughts from their micro-expressions.

Although it wouldn’t be perfectly accurate, it was close enough.

“And I have to say one more thing, even though you earned this role based on your ability, if you really do something you shouldn’t, I don’t mind changing the lead actor again.”

“You will also have to bear the cost of the delay and losses, just like with Peng Zhi’en.”

She didn’t like men with poor conduct. If a scandal were exposed before the movie was even released, the movie’s position would be very awkward.

As the two were at loggerheads, Song Qingxing couldn’t interject, as she also knew that Li Hai did have a slight intention of flirting with her.

It wasn’t until the man left that Xie Jingcheng finally focused her attention on Song Qingxing, who was quietly reading the script.

She sat next to her and reached out to poke Song Qingxing’s soft, plump cheek.

“Why didn’t you defend this man?”

“Saying he was just chatting with you and had no other intentions.”

Her tone was so resentful, as if she had taken a big bite of sour radish, making Song Qingxing a bit speechless.

“I’m not familiar with him, so why would I? Is Movie Queen Xie jealous?”

Song Qingxing didn’t even use a nickname, directly using a respectful address, clearly being more sarcastic than Xie Jingcheng.

“Of course I’m jealous, but your performance was excellent.”

Xie Jingcheng wasn’t genuinely angry, only making a joke. She reached out and pinched the other person’s cheek.

“I don’t think you’d fancy him anyway. All these men only think about how to flirt with women and trick them into sleeping with them.”

Song Qingxing: …

Although she wanted to save Xie Jingcheng some face, she ruthlessly exposed her. Song Qingxing reached out and scratched her chin, her words full of teasing.

“I remember someone also craving my body?”

After all, apart from acting, the two really had no interaction at the beginning.

Xie Jingcheng didn’t get angry when caught red-handed; she just leaned closer, pulling the person up to stand. Her assistant behind them quickly came over to organize the script.

“Yes, craving it immensely.”

“That’s why I agreed to whatever condition you set.”

When Xie Jingcheng arrived this time, she unexpectedly discovered an interesting location, so she had someone bring clothes over.

“Qingxing, the director has been met today. I plan to stay near here; we don’t necessarily have to squeeze into a hotel.”

There are also houses near Hengdian. Most of them are small houses where extras live, as well as those precarious-looking houses that look old and poorly maintained, like tofu-dreg projects.

So, celebrities usually choose to stay in hotels.

“Not staying in a hotel? Isn’t it unsafe?”

Song Qingxing was a little worried. They had clearly checked out hotels before arriving, so why did Xie Jingcheng suddenly want to change her mind?

“It’s very safe; it’s a separate house.”

Xie Jingcheng’s eyes held anticipation. Song Qingxing couldn’t understand that expression, but she felt like a duck about to be plucked and thrown into a roasting oven.

“Alright, whatever you want.”

“By the way, is your mother still in the hospital?”

Xie Jingcheng had previously tactfully offered to help Song Qingxing’s mother, but the other party refused. Perhaps she didn’t want to rely on her too much.

The two toured the set again and greeted most of the people. Yu Zhi and Tang Tang brought a large box of drinks, including iced beer, freshly made milk tea, and coffee.

This is a common treat in the industry.

The purpose is to leave a good impression on everyone in the crew. For Song Qingxing and Xie Jingcheng, it’s just a small expense.

But this small amount of money can gain the favor of most people, which is actually a very cost-effective thing.

“Yes, she’s resting in the hospital.”

“I can have her go to the hospital in the capital. The doctors there might be better.”

Xie Jingcheng was genuinely planning on being with the other person for life, so she wouldn’t avoid Song Qingxing’s family, even if the two might not entirely approve of her.

“How can I trouble you with that?”

Song Qingxing’s mother’s illness is a chronic one. Although it’s not as serious as cancer, which could be fatal when it flares up, she does need to stay in the hospital year-round. Therefore, the house she bought for her mother is near the hospital.

This is to prevent accidents.

After all, when she is working outside, she can’t have eyes everywhere. The only thing she can do is hire more caregivers and get a better room in the hospital.

“What’s wrong with troubling me? If people who love each other can’t take care of each other, then this world is too cold and selfish.”

Xie Jingcheng didn’t see any problem with it.

“My father knows some disease specialists who might be able to be your mother’s primary doctor.”

Xie Jingcheng was seriously considering things for Song Qingxing. Wasn’t that why she approached Xie Jingcheng in the first place?

Although constantly asking now might make her seem greedy, Song Qingxing still nodded.

“Then thank you…”

Before she could finish the last few words, her lips were stopped by a finger. Xie Jingcheng leaned in entirely, and the words she spoke were incredibly ambiguous.

The autumn wind blew across her cheeks, taking away the heat, but the flushed color couldn’t be hidden.

“No need. When we get back, you can repay me with action.”

Xie Jingcheng’s eyes seemed to be sparkling, and Song Qingxing wondered what she was plotting.

But no matter what the plot was, Song Qingxing intended to sincerely thank her, and at the same time, silently offered three sticks of incense for her own slender waist.

She feared it would be sore and broken today.

Song Qingxing said goodbye to the crew members and got into the nanny van. The van started and, after driving for a short while, arrived in front of a courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was a Osmanthus tree. Its branches and leaves were lush, and the Osmanthus was growing vigorously, like a giant, round lollipop.

With proper pruning and ample sunshine, Osmanthus trees usually take on a mushroom shape, the standard look for a large tree.

“Is this considered a room in the film city?”

Song Qingxing was a bit surprised.

“Yes.”

“I thought we’d be coming back to film in this area later, so I might as well just buy a house and renovate it.”

Xie Jingcheng spoke truthfully.

This way, the paparazzi staking out the hotels would likely have a few fruitless days.

Song Qingxing was secretly delighted. Let them keep taking pictures; they even followed her when she went out to throw away trash.

Now, let them wait in the cold wind at night for nothing for the next few days.