Acting as the Movie Queen Love Rival’s Golden Finger GL - Chapter 14

In the quiet room, the wet sounds of kissing clicked softly.

Ming Xu had already let go of Song Jianzhi’s hands—or more accurately, she had placed Song Jianzhi’s hands on her own shoulders. The current Song Jianzhi had clearly lost both the strength and the thought of pushing her away. She could only rest weakly against Ming Xu’s rounded shoulders.

As for Ming Xu’s own hands, they had turned to wrap around Song Jianzhi’s waist. This girl had clearly already sunk into it. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes damp, and her whole body was soft and hot, like a pool of water that could only exist by clinging to something.

Ming Xu had to think of a way to fix her in place.

Fix her onto herself.

Seamlessly.

Plump softness pressed together, full and gentle. The unique fragrance of women mingled into one through this method. Ming Xu’s hands held tightly around Song Jianzhi’s firm, delicate waist, showing a rare forcefulness.

Unable to endure it, Song Jianzhi shifted slightly, and a soft moan escaped from between their joined lips.

Ming Xu regained a little clarity and eased her strength. Her palm happened to press against a strip of Song Jianzhi’s exposed waistline.

Skin against skin.

Song Jianzhi’s body trembled violently.

Her mind was a haze. She only knew to follow instinct and respond to Ming Xu’s movements.

Opening her mouth, accepting, tangling, responding.

“Ding—”

A soft sound came from the floor. It was somewhat muffled, but in this extreme quiet, quiet enough that every tiny movement could be heard, it instantly startled both of them awake.

Ming Xu panted lightly twice, then rose and withdrew.

A thread as fine as spider silk connected their two red, moist lips, gleaming with a crystalline sheen.

What was she supposed to do about this?

Facing this “aftermath” left behind, Song Jianzhi felt a little at a loss and a little nervous. Instinctively, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it.

The tip of her tongue flashed briefly between her watery lips, and Ming Xu’s breath caught.

But looking at the enticing, sweet little gardenia who clearly had not yet recovered, the flower thief calmed herself for two breaths, then reached out and carefully brushed the curls stuck to Song Jianzhi’s neck hollow behind her ear.

Meticulous and gentle.

Song Jianzhi had originally been about to fiercely fight back and ask why Ming Xu had suddenly done something like that, but now Ming Xu was gazing at her so gently and tidying up her hair for her, so it felt strangely embarrassing to get angry.

Mainly because…

She did not dislike it either.

When her own heart did not reject it, where would she get the confidence to lose her temper? But she still had to say something. After Song Jianzhi forced her not-entirely-clear mind to think through the logic, she said softly:

“Didn’t I tell you last time? You can’t do this again.”

“Do what again?” Ming Xu’s voice was also not loud, like a whisper between lovers.

Song Jianzhi: Do you really have to make me say it directly?!

Ming Xu’s calm and composed appearance made Song Jianzhi feel a ridiculous amount of defeat, mixed with an indescribable thread of sweetness, like the strand of honey that clings to a spoon when someone scoops it up—sticky and tangled.

She changed the subject. “What made that sound just now?”

Ming Xu lowered her head and looked beside her foot, then bent down and picked up her bag. “My phone.”

“Oh, your phone. Hurry and see if someone is looking for you. If it’s Xiwang, don’t bother answering.” Song Jianzhi started saying anything but the main point. As she spoke, she blinked twice and suddenly reacted. “Your phone?”

“Weren’t you supposed to have come back to look for your phone??”

Song Jianzhi’s disbelieving expression was mixed with accusation, as if saying, I trusted you so much and you actually lied to me.

Ming Xu took out her phone and said frankly, “It was my fault. I should have said outright that I wanted to kiss you.”

Song Jianzhi: …

No. You should not have.

They were given no further chance to argue—flirt—because Ming Xu’s phone screen lit up again. It was Pei Zishu calling.

Ming Xu answered.

“Ming Xu, are you home? I sent you messages just now and you didn’t reply—if you aren’t home, I’ll go pick you up. Don’t wander around. Something happened on Weibo.”

In the still room, Pei Zishu’s anxious and angry voice was clear enough for both of them to hear. “You went to talk with Sun Xia this morning, right? That bastard’s heart is smaller than a needle hole. Xiwang just posted a statement on Weibo, openly and secretly pushing the blame onto you.”

“Right now, there are reporters outside both your residential complex and the company entrance, all waiting to get first-hand material.”

No emotion could be heard in Ming Xu’s voice. She calmly received the news and said steadily, “I understand. I’m not home right now, but this place…” Ming Xu glanced at Song Jianzhi, who had already forgotten her embarrassment and anger and now looked full of nervous concern. “This place is very safe. There’s a car that can send me home.”

Pei Zishu didn’t think too much and only said, “You’re not home? If you’re not home, then it’s best not to go back. Your place has the most reporters lying in wait.”

Ming Xu had originally wanted to say that she was not afraid of being interviewed. Besides, although her current residence did not have security as strong as Ganlin Garden, it was not to the point that she would be chased and surrounded by reporters that badly.

However, Ming Xu raised her eyes and looked at Song Jianzhi’s concerned expression. She reached up, combed her hair back with her hand, tilted her head slightly, and said, “Mm… I’ll think about it. I’ll give you an answer later.”

Song Jianzhi watched Ming Xu hang up the phone.

She couldn’t help asking, “Is it serious?”

Actually, she knew it was not that serious. Or rather, Ming Xu’s path would be much better than in the original work.

This time, because Song Jianzhi had contacted Ming Xu early, Ming Xu would not end up mired in scandal after acting in a drama invested in by Wei Xiao. The support Bole had given Ming Xu for her contract termination in the original work would all be provided by Xinghan this time.

In the original work, this wave had practically forced Ming Xu to survive by first being driven to death’s door.

But browsing the plot was done from the perspective of an outsider, so naturally she had felt unmoved. Now, Ming Xu was standing alive right in front of her, her eyes clear yet deep. Especially after their intimate contact just now, Song Jianzhi could clearly feel that this person truly existed.

Her blood was warm, and it flowed through her body. That was why, even though she looked cool and distant, her embrace was warm.

It was very hard for Song Jianzhi not to have her heart tugged by her.

Just like at this moment, Ming Xu said as if nothing had happened, “It’s fine. If nothing else works, I’ll go home. You heard it. My manager can come pick me up.”

Song Jianzhi was still worried, because in the novel, Ming Xu was always surrounded and blocked by paparazzi. Then they would take her naturally cold expression and start making wild claims, insisting that because of this or that, she was in a bad mood and had given the reporters a cold face.

Ming Xu said again, “Let’s go. You should return to Ganlin Garden too. Take your own car back. I’ll wait for Sister Pei.”

“I’m not going to Ganlin Garden today. Sister is going home, so I’m going back to talk to her about things—why don’t you stay at my place for a few days?” Song Jianzhi’s eyes lit up. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her idea was very on point.

“Look, the daily necessities in Ganlin Garden are all complete. Just have Li Man send over some clothes. I won’t be staying there for the next few days, so it won’t be any trouble.”

Ming Xu took sunglasses and a mask out of her bag and put them on, covering her face tightly. Song Jianzhi could no longer see anything and could only hear Ming Xu’s clear voice coming through the thin fabric:

“You don’t like me getting too close to you. How could I stay in your apartment?”

Song Jianzhi’s brain lagged for a moment, and she really began thinking about this problem. But this reason was too flimsy, and she quickly figured it out. “What does that matter? You’ll stay at Ganlin Garden, and I won’t be living with you.”

“Besides, even if it were an ordinary friend, I couldn’t just leave them alone, not to mention it’s you.”

You’re my one and only service target, after all!

But what Ming Xu heard was not that meaning.

If Ming Xu’s sunglasses lost their function of concealment, Song Jianzhi would definitely feel startled by the gaze fixed on her.

Fortunately, Song Jianzhi was an innocent fool in this regard who did not think too much.

Ming Xu lightly curved her lips, her pleasant voice carrying a bit of apology. “I’m causing you trouble.”

Song Jianzhi kept feeling as though there was something in this tone, yet also felt she might be overthinking it.

But she kept feeling as though there was quickly found a new reason. “It’s only right. No matter how you put it, you’re an artist I personally poached.”

As she spoke, Song Jianzhi herself felt reassured first, as if with this reason in place, everything she was doing had a proper name and was only natural.

Once they agreed, in case delays caused unexpected changes, Ming Xu called Pei Zishu, and the two of them transferred to Ganlin Garden.

Fortunately, they left quickly. Not long afterward, paparazzi disguised as passersby appeared in front of Sikou’s entrance, lingering uncertainly and waiting there the entire afternoon.

One paparazzo disguised himself as a passerby taking selfies in front of the fountain. While flashing a silly peace sign, he spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece. “Miss Qiao, I’ve been watching Sikou’s entrance all afternoon. I really haven’t seen Ming Xu come out.”

Whatever was said on the other side made the paparazzo so angry that he could not maintain his selfie expression. He growled, “You were the one who took the initiative to come to us with the scoop, saying Ming Xu was alone at Sikou without her manager or assistant. Now you’re telling me Ming Xu probably left in someone else’s car ages ago? Are you messing with me?”

The paparazzo rudely hung up the phone and even wanted to smash the earpiece too.

Qiao Xin was filing her nails. Facing the paparazzo’s attitude, she was so angry. Originally, she had still felt a little guilty, but now she felt completely justified. She curled her lip and muttered to herself, “I wasn’t wrong. Ming Xu really didn’t bring her manager or assistant.”

But who could have expected that she had gotten mixed up with the Song family’s Third Miss?

Originally, Qiao Xin had wanted to gamble on Ming Xu being unaware and getting caught red-handed. She had not expected Ming Xu to react so quickly. She must have begged Song Jianzhi for help.

Qiao Xin picked up the phone beside her, its screen still on the Weibo trending searches, and looked with satisfaction at the trending topic “Ming Xu Abandons Old Employer,” which had already climbed into the top three.

She refreshed it again, and unexpectedly, another trending topic with “Ming Xu” in it had climbed up as well.

“Ming Xu Love-Triangle Battlefield”

What was this?

Qiao Xin tapped in with curiosity and excitement.

“I don’t know if anyone remembers the gossip from the day after the Jin Yi Awards. Today, seeing Ming Xu’s matter blow up, the blogger has an industry friend who couldn’t help revealing that Ming Xu’s true face has finally been exposed a little. After all, looking at the noble, cold beauty persona she’s built, who would have thought she not only abandoned her old employer, but also got tangled up with President Wei, that veteran entertainment-industry playboy?”

“In that love-triangle battlefield, the Song socialite and President Wei are both confirmed, but this female celebrity is truly deeply hidden, letting someone else take the blame for her for so long.”

Attached below were several screenshots of WeChat chat records and the guesses from the melon-eating masses that day about who the female celebrity in the love-triangle battlefield was. In the screenshots, the name that appeared the most was He Xilan.

The Weibo topic quickly rose in popularity. All kinds of malicious comments flooded the bottom, especially from He Xilan’s fans, the Blues, who were cursing the most fiercely.

“Click—”

The door to the second bedroom opened. Song Jianzhi came in holding a brand-new four-piece pure cotton bedding set and said, “No one usually stays in the second bedroom. Luckily, there’s a new set in the storage room. Auntie washed it when the seasons changed and kept it as a backup. You can use it without worry.”

Ming Xu was standing by the head of the bed, lowering her head as she looked at her phone. Hearing the sound, she raised her head, placed the still-lit phone on the bedside table, and walked over. “Thank you. This is already very thoughtful.”

While they made the bed together, Song Jianzhi’s gaze swept across Ming Xu’s phone screen. At first, she hadn’t looked at the content carefully, but Weibo trending searches always easily attracted a person’s gossip instincts.

When she looked closely, she saw that out of the ten trending searches, Sister Ming Xu occupied two. They were even in the top three. The one in front was ranked first, and the one behind it had a red “Explosive” label.

Song Jianzhi’s heart tightened. She secretly looked at Ming Xu’s expression. Fortunately, it was still fairly calm.

But thinking about it carefully made her heart ache even more. At a time like this, Ming Xu could not even vent it out. How repressed must she feel inside?

Song Jianzhi wrinkled her face, thinking about what she should do. Fighting back was definitely necessary, but for now, should she pretend not to know, or should she act like a caring big sister?

What should she do?

Would directly asking “Are you unhappy?” be too disrespectful of Ming Xu’s feelings? What if Ming Xu currently wanted to be alone quietly…

Song Jianzhi was lost in thought while her hands moved. Suddenly, she saw Ming Xu opposite her stop moving. Her brows and eyes carried a hint of helplessness as she looked at Song Jianzhi. Behind her was the open floor-to-ceiling window letting in air. The white curtains drifted lightly, and the sunlight was just right.

Song Jianzhi came back to herself, kneading the corner of the quilt in her hands as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Ming Xu sighed softly, set down the neatly arranged quilt corner in her hand, and walked around the foot of the bed to stand in front of her.

Song Jianzhi was still standing there watching her come over, not quite understanding the situation.

She touched her own face and began guessing wildly. “Did my makeup smudge?”

Ming Xu walked closer and stood behind her. Her two hands went around Song Jianzhi’s body from either side, in a posture that could pull her into an embrace from behind.

Only this afternoon, she had been pinned down and kissed by Ming Xu like the male lead of a CEO novel, so Song Jianzhi was still on alert. She immediately said, “Do your work properly. No touching!”

Ming Xu burst out laughing.

She reached out and took the quilt corner that had been kneaded soft from Song Jianzhi’s hand, her fingers deftly undoing the fixed knot as she explained, “What were you thinking about just now? You put the quilt cover on wrong. The two quilt corners are reversed.”

Song Jianzhi gave a dazed “ah” and looked at the center of the bed. Sure enough, the quilt looked a little twisted.

Ming Xu was still speaking. Perhaps because she was doing ordinary housework that any regular family would do, her voice also seemed much more relaxed, like the bright sunlight outside the window.

Gentle, warm, soothing to the heart.

“Look, you even tied a dead knot. It’ll be very hard to undo…”

As Ming Xu spoke, she handed one corner to Song Jianzhi and untied the other herself. “Hurry and work. What are you daydreaming about?”

Her tone was perfectly serious, and she had even started educating Song Jianzhi.

Song Jianzhi: …

Forget it. Untie it first.

Song Jianzhi lowered her head and began working. But if she had not touched it, it might have been fine; the more she worked, the tighter the knot became. She did not dare keep causing trouble and secretly watched Ming Xu work.

Ming Xu’s movements were neither hurried nor slow. Her long fingers moved a few times and undid the dead knot, then tied a beautiful and secure knot in its place. After that, she naturally took the one in Song Jianzhi’s hands. Their two pairs of hands brushed unintentionally.

Unexpectedly, Ming Xu, who always liked to say something in front of her, said nothing this time and only focused seriously on the work in her hands.

Song Jianzhi was in her arms. Unable to see her expression, she could only lower her head and stare at her hands, saying dryly, “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m especially bad at organizing things.”

This had been the most obvious trait of her previous life. Whether it was earphone cords or computer files, she always made everything into a complete mess. The more she tried to organize things, the messier they became. She had not expected that after dying once, this trait would still cling to her.

A single intimate syllable sounded from Ming Xu’s nose. She gave a soft “mm” and said nothing more.

Song Jianzhi felt a little uneasy. She did not know why, but she did not want Ming Xu to know her shortcomings. It felt very embarrassing.

But Ming Xu did not say anything, and instead, Song Jianzhi gradually calmed down. She only slowly watched Ming Xu move.

Finally, that knot loosened at Ming Xu’s fingertips. Song Jianzhi let out a tiny breath.

Ming Xu tied the knot properly and smoothed out the quilt corner before finally saying, “What a coincidence. I’m especially good at organizing things.”

It was a very simple sentence, but Song Jianzhi’s heart began thumping.

“Th-then… then that’s very impressive.”

Author’s Note:

When Song Jianzhi was pinned down and kissed, her mind was a bowl of wontons.

Being good at what the other person is bad at means they’re a match made in heaven.

Hehe, today I’m giving all the bosses one candied apple with spun sugar. [Emphasis on spun.]