Acting as the Movie Queen Love Rival’s Golden Finger GL - Chapter 1

“She thinks she’s worthy of drinking wine you handed her?”

Song Jianzhi’s entire ghostly self had only just been transmitted into this little world—her feet hadn’t even touched the ground yet—when she heard that sharp, spoiled rebuke.

The girl’s voice was quite sweet. Just from listening, one could tell she was a pampered young miss whose edges had never been worn down by society.

Her soul and its vessel finally snapped together perfectly. Song Jianzhi joyfully welcomed her new life, but the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a man and a woman standing in front of her. Even the banquet guests serving as the background behind them were all looking at her with strange expressions.

What was going on? She had just transmigrated, and she was already the center of attention?

Weren’t these things supposed to come with a newbie area where you received information and sorted out your thoughts?

Song Jianzhi had a bad feeling. As it happened, she was holding a champagne glass in her hand. From the look of it, she had just taken it from the man in front of her, so she instinctively brought it to her lips and moistened her throat, easing her nerves a little.

The man in front of her, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, froze. He stared at her in disbelief and growled, “Song Jianzhi! What are you doing?”

Good. She was still called Song Jianzhi.

Song Jianzhi looked innocently at this man, who was rather good-looking but had a terrible temper. After thinking it over, she decided that, as someone newly arrived, it was better to be a little reserved. So she smiled and said,

“Moistening my throat.”

Wait. This voice seemed to be the same as that spoiled young miss from just now?

Although these few words had been spoken calmly, and the voice was sweet and soft, Song Jianzhi still recognized it at once.

So the glass of wine in her hand had been snatched halfway through?

A wave of heat surged through Song Jianzhi’s chest. Confused, she pressed a hand over her heart. For the first time, she discovered that she was actually so competitive. Hearing that this thing had been snatched away made her heart surge with emotion.

Seeing the man staring nervously at her, Song Jianzhi kept smiling while following the instructions written in the reemployment tutorial. Full of confidence, she called out in her heart:

“System, who am I, where am I, and what am I supposed to do? Please activate newbie guidance. Thank you.”

A sweet female customer-service voice immediately answered her:

“System installing. Progress: 2%. Please wait patiently, Host. Sending you a little heart.”

Song Jianzhi: …

Song Jianzhi’s smile gradually disappeared.

Then she heard the man say, “Ming Xu, listen to me explain. I, Wei Xiao, swear to the heavens, I really didn’t know Song Jianzhi was returning to the country today.”

The man spoke with absolute conviction, his words ringing firmly, as if his name itself were a synonym for honesty.

Oh-ho. Was this the scent of a love-triangle battlefield?

But the one inside this battlefield right now was her, whose system hadn’t finished loading and who hadn’t received the script. Song Jianzhi panicked.

Deeply feeling that she was young, pitiful, and helpless, she didn’t dare make a sound. She couldn’t help taking another sip of champagne to steady her nerves.

Wei Xiao’s eyebrow twitched hard. “Stop drinking!”

“…Fine.”

Song Jianzhi was extremely confused. The words “why not” were already on the tip of her tongue, but then she remembered that asking would inevitably lead to a back-and-forth conversation, and that was far too difficult for her current self.

If he said not to drink, then she wouldn’t drink.

Wei Xiao choked. His eyebrow twitched a few more times, and he hurriedly said to Ming Xu, “Ming Xu, don’t be angry. I’ll go get you another glass of champagne—”

“No need.”

The woman’s voice was like shattered jade, cool and beautiful.

Song Jianzhi’s gaze immediately landed on the woman in front of her.

But before Song Jianzhi could look more closely, Ming Xu had already turned around. “Your affairs have nothing to do with me.”

She had a pair of light brown eyes, clear and clean.

Ming Xu turned and left. Her black evening gown was backless, the fabric dipping down over the hollow of her waist. On her snow-white back stood a pair of exquisitely delicate shoulder blades, like butterfly wings.

Song Jianzhi looked for quite a while before finally withdrawing her gaze and standing awkwardly with Wei Xiao.

Judging by the usual direction of romance novels, this identity of hers was either someone’s devoted simp, or at the very least, a childhood neighbor girl of some sort. Song Jianzhi estimated the situation and chose to stand where she was, waiting for him to leave first.

Wei Xiao’s expression looked terrible. He seemed to want to speak, then stopped, then wanted to speak again.

Song Jianzhi blinked, her eyes showing a questioning look.

Wei Xiao remembered that her family’s power was truly not something he could afford to provoke, and he growled again, “Come with me.”

He turned and left first, as if certain she would follow.

Song Jianzhi saw that the people around them were all watching her and whispering. She didn’t want to be surrounded and stared at like a monkey, so after thinking it over—

She left in the opposite direction.

Was he kidding? When she was already worried about breaking character, he still wanted her to stay with an acquaintance?

It was better to honestly find a place to hide and wait for the system to finish installing. That was the safest choice.

Song Jianzhi calmly walked out of the banquet hall. On her feet was a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels. She had never worn shoes this high before, but walking in them now felt extremely easy. She wasn’t afraid of twisting her ankle at all.

She clacked her way outside and looked around. Down the stairs in front of her was an outdoor swimming pool, and quite a few people were moving about there.

With just a glance, she saw that Ming Xu, who had just left, was also standing there, currently speaking to a man who was a head shorter than her.

Song Jianzhi yearned pitifully for the beautiful sister’s contact information, but the love-triangle battlefield from earlier was like a dog chain tying her down. If she went over now, wouldn’t she be disliked to death? She could only comfort herself that there would be plenty of time in the future.

Hold steady. We can win this.

She lightly lifted the hem of her white evening gown and walked toward a secluded little garden nearby.

There were benches in the small garden for guests to rest. She picked one and sat down, casually resting her hand on her knee—only to be caught off guard by the three or four diamond-studded bracelets and pigeon-egg-sized ring on her hand.

Song Jianzhi instantly sucked in a cold breath.

In her previous life, she had liked looking at jewelry. For some reason, all these designs looked rather familiar to her. Take this pigeon-egg-sized ring, for example. She couldn’t remember which queen had worn it in her own world, but when it appeared at auction, it had dazzled everyone.

There was also a bracelet limited to only three pieces worldwide, and she was wearing two of them.

Song Jianzhi: I thought I was just a jewelry display stand. I didn’t expect that I should actually be worshipping these pieces.

Song Jianzhi was overwhelmed by the joy of suddenly becoming rich. For a moment, even the slow-as-molasses system installation no longer felt quite so unbearable.

If the underworld hadn’t launched its reemployment program, how could she have gotten such a good little world and such a wealthy identity through the lottery?

Didn’t you see how the ghosts next door who had drawn apocalyptic novels, period novels, infinite-flow survival novels, and horror novels were all crying with envy?

With a loving heart, she said internally, “System, take your time. We’re not in a hurry.”

The system, whose installation progress was at 23%, received the host’s concern and, moved beyond words, immediately went backward by one percent and became 22%.

Song Jianzhi: ?

The customer-service girl’s voice appeared in time. “Host’s physical indicators are abnormal. System installation is currently unsuitable. Installation has been interrupted. The system installation process will automatically resume from the breakpoint after your physical indicators return to normal. Sending you a little heart.”

Expressionless, Song Jianzhi said, “Then what’s with the regression? Did it suffer backlash or something?”

The customer-service girl was very cooperative and played a burst of audience laughter sound effects inside Song Jianzhi’s mind, adding post-production to Song Jianzhi’s complaint.

Song Jianzhi became even angrier. She was so angry that several seconds passed before she reacted.

In that case, something was wrong with her body.

Where was the problem?

Could being too rich also count as an illness?

Song Jianzhi fell into thought. The cool night breeze brushed lightly over her body, dispersing some of the heat. It felt very comfortable—

Would someone still feel hot while wearing a sleeveless evening gown this thin?

Song Jianzhi’s heart jolted. The answer in her mind was on the verge of coming out.

“Song Jianzhi! Didn’t I tell you to come with me?”

An exasperated Wei Xiao emerged into the little garden. “What tantrum are you throwing? Hurry up and leave with me!”

Song Jianzhi became alert. “Where am I going with you?”

Wei Xiao looked at her with contempt and sneered, “Damn it, your scheme worked. You drank the wine I handed to Ming Xu, and now I have to take responsibility for you. Are you satisfied?”

Song Jianzhi’s face turned red. Half of it was from the fire burning in her body, and the other half was from being infuriated by his shameless behavior.

Song Jianzhi had a whole pile of curses in her heart, but she knew that getting away was the priority now. Her reply was clear and concise: “Not satisfied. Get lost.”

As she spoke, she tried to leave first, but her feet stumbled.

“Still throwing a tantrum? Heh. Aren’t you desperate for me to get close to you?” Wei Xiao said carelessly. He reached out, tightly grabbed Song Jianzhi’s wrist, and dragged her away. “Hurry up. The drug is about to take effect. If you don’t want to embarrass yourself in public, come with me to the hotel.”

“If it weren’t for your sister’s sake, I wouldn’t even want to give you this much face.”

Song Jianzhi: Fuck you! Your way of giving me face is reluctantly sleeping with me?!

Song Jianzhi no longer wanted to care about keeping her character intact. Let it collapse if it had to. She absolutely could not let herself be ruined like this.

She struggled with all her strength, but the heat surging up inside her body made her limbs weak. Wei Xiao dragged her outside without caring at all, his mouth still pulling aggro:

“Walk faster. It’d be best if Ming Xu doesn’t see.”

His tone was extremely casual, as if it didn’t matter even if she did see.

Song Jianzhi said, “Your love for Ming Xu really is true love.”

Wei Xiao glanced back at her. Seeing her flushed face and her already rather good looks becoming even more gorgeous, his tone softened a little. “Ming Xu will be my wife. Stop being so obsessed. After tonight, forget about me.”

Song Jianzhi: I won’t be able to forget you, bro. The hatred you’re pulling is way too stable.

As they spoke, Song Jianzhi had already been dragged outside. The large iron gate of the mansion was right in front of them. The banquet was nearing its end, and many people by the entrance saw this scene. Someone brushed past and muttered,

“Look how red Miss Song’s face is. She’s already got Wei Xiao wrapped around her finger, huh?”

“Look how happily she’s smiling.”

I’m smiling?!

Song Jianzhi nearly fainted on the spot from sheer rage just to show them. Her entire body had gone weak. She desperately twisted her waist and searched the crowd for a familiar face—or rather, someone who hopefully knew her and could stop Wei Xiao.

But everyone who saw her gave her polite smiles. Some even gave her encouraging looks, as if all that was missing was a cheering gesture.

Song Jianzhi: Somebody save my dog life.jpg

Her mind grew increasingly unclear. Her throat was dry as if burned by fire, and her vision had almost begun to double before she finally spotted a face in the crowd that was different from the rest, exceedingly cool and aloof.

She rubbed her eyes before she saw clearly that it was Ming Xu.

Love rival, save my dog life!

Ming Xu was holding a small evening clutch and was about to leave when, at the entrance, she encountered Wei Xiao and that willful, spoiled Miss Song.

Miss Song’s face was flushed. Wei Xiao’s expression was somewhat unnatural, but he quickly hid it and tried to cover things up by greeting her. “Ming Xu, Song Jianzhi is drunk. I’m taking her home.”

Ming Xu didn’t even look at them. She politely nodded and was about to turn and leave.

But a hand grabbed the corner of her evening clutch, and a soft voice came beside her ear. “Ming Xu.”

She turned back and saw Miss Song, whose eyes were dazed and unfocused.

Song Jianzhi seized this sliver of hope and used all her strength to shout, “Ming Xu.”

But only after the sound came out did she realize that it wasn’t much louder than the whimper of a kitten.

The woman in front of her, half a head taller than herself, turned back. Her jawline was clean, and her light brown eyes looked at her. “Miss Song?”

Wei Xiao brushed away Song Jianzhi’s hand from the evening clutch and frowned. “I won’t allow you to trouble Ming Xu.”

Song Jianzhi: You stupid bastard! Deadbeat scumbag!

Ming Xu had already withdrawn her gaze and lifted her foot to leave.

Song Jianzhi had no time to keep cursing Wei Xiao in her heart. She bit the tip of her tongue, gathered all the strength in her body, broke free from Wei Xiao’s control, and threw herself onto Ming Xu.

Biting the tip of one’s tongue did make a person clearer-headed, but it also hurt like hell. Song Jianzhi’s eyes filled with tears from the pain, and she wrapped both arms around Ming Xu’s waist, afraid she would leave.

She lifted her head to look at Ming Xu and continued begging for help in a tiny kitten-whimper voice, trying to stir the beautiful sister’s pity:

“Save me… I’m not going with him…”

Ming Xu lowered her eyes and looked at Song Jianzhi’s eyes, made even more moist and clear by her tears. Her lashes were half-wet, like a small animal that had been terribly bullied.

Yet at the same time, she carried a woman’s charming allure.

Ming Xu did not speak for a long while.

Over there, Wei Xiao watched his own devoted admirer and his goddess hugging each other. His expression darkened, and he snapped irritably, “Song Jianzhi, stop making a scene!”

Song Jianzhi ignored him completely.

Just when Song Jianzhi was about to lose control of the urge to rub herself against the beautiful sister, the woman whose waist she was clinging to finally asked her,

“Then do you want to come with me?”

Author’s Note:

Ming Xu to Song Jianzhi: Will you come with me?

The author to readers: Will you stay?