Acting as the Movie Queen Love Rival’s Golden Finger GL - Chapter 17

Ming Xu held a hot towel and wiped Song Jianzhi’s face, her movements gentle and meticulous.

Song Jianzhi’s face had been steamed much rosier by the heat, and her lashes lightly brushed over the towel in Ming Xu’s hand. “Am I really useless…”

Ming Xu denied it at once. “Of course not.”

Song Jianzhi muttered softly, “When they talked about you, you weren’t even angry. I’m too useless. I even cried.”

“Since my debut, the path to where I am now has never been smooth. When I first saw scenes like this, I panicked too. It hurt too. Later, I got used to it.”

Ming Xu spoke slowly, rinsing the towel once in hot water before wiping Song Jianzhi’s hands. Song Jianzhi gave an “aiya,” her voice still a little nasal. “Ah, I’ll do it myself.”

Ming Xu pressed down the hand she was about to move and wiped it for her, caring for her in every possible way like she was looking after a girl innocent of worldly matters.

“This wasn’t something you should have had to bear. You were dragged into it because of me.” Ming Xu thought of the way Song Jianzhi had stood in front of her that day, and her voice deepened. “Fortunately, I’m capable of stopping the situation from getting worse.”

Song Jianzhi’s face brightened. “It’s solved?”

Ming Xu nodded. “That marketing account—I already called them just now. They agreed to delete the Weibo post.”

Of course, the matter was not something that could be solved with a single word. Since Wei Xiao had spent money buying marketing, naturally more money had to be spent to make them withdraw it. But there was no need to tell Song Jianzhi that.

Ming Xu put away the towel, smoothed Song Jianzhi’s long curls, and touched the top of her head, saying softly, “But the impact already caused can’t be erased. I still have to apologize to you.”

“No, you don’t need to apologize to me,” Song Jianzhi said solemnly.

This was originally part of her job. She had come to this world only for Ming Xu. Her reward was extremely generous: a brand-new, healthy, wealthy life.

She had been born with an autoimmune disease and had never left the hospital room. Her originally well-off family had gradually become poorer and poorer as she grew up.

Her parents had only one child, her, and they insisted on continuing her treatment. Ever since she could remember, she had watched countless times as the nurses called her parents out to pay more fees. Before leaving the ward, they would always look back and give her a reassuring look.

Yet all she could do was lie in the hospital bed, wasting her parents’ money and wasting her own life.

So when she saw the look Ming Xu gave her, her emotions seemed to accumulate until they reached a breaking point. Or perhaps it was like a hook, drawing out the memories of that previous life hidden deep inside her heart. She completely lost control of herself. Her nose stung, and tears surged up.

It was time to return to the life before her now. It was time to seal her heart away again. She told herself this.

These were nothing more than hardships at work. Compared to the illness she could not defeat before she died, what did this count for?

Song Jianzhi was silent for a while. Then she forced herself to rally and return to the world in front of her.

The moment she came back to herself, she couldn’t help frowning.

Ming Xu saw that after hearing her words, Song Jianzhi seemed to think of something. She tossed aside the throw pillow and tried to get off the sofa, only to stagger and nearly crash into the coffee table. Fortunately, Ming Xu was sitting nearby and reacted quickly, supporting her and half-carrying her back onto the sofa.

Ming Xu was startled by this sudden move and asked, “Did your leg go numb? Why were you in such a hurry? What were you trying to do?”

Song Jianzhi wrinkled her face and nodded, then reached out to press her leg. She shifted on the sofa, her expression somewhat difficult to speak of.

It made Ming Xu’s mind produce some strange associations.

Then Song Jianzhi became aggrieved. “You washed my face just now, but you’re not going to give me toner, serum, eye cream, face cream, and all that? And hand cream too…”

“My face is already dry.” Song Jianzhi rubbed her face and complained quietly.

Ming Xu: …

For a moment, Ming Xu did not know what to say. Weren’t they talking about something very serious, very severe, and very affecting to their relationship?

Why was it that after Song Jianzhi thought for a while, she threw that matter to the back of her mind and started focusing on beauty and skincare instead?

Song Jianzhi peeked at her expression, then boldly pushed her shoulder. “Stop thinking about it. Hurry and get them for me. They’re all on the vanity in the master bedroom.”

Ming Xu laughed despite herself and obediently went. She came back carrying a pile of bottles and jars, and even brought an extra jar of facial mask. Pinching Song Jianzhi’s face, she said, “I’ll give you a hydrating mask while we’re at it.”

Song Jianzhi accused her, “Are you saying I’m not fresh and dewy anymore?”

Ming Xu said seriously, “I didn’t, I’m not, don’t talk nonsense.”

The two looked at each other and couldn’t help smiling together.

One was breathtakingly gorgeous, the other clear and beautiful. Together, they looked especially well matched.

Ming Xu did as she said and truly applied a facial mask for Song Jianzhi, had her lie down on the sofa, and even confiscated her phone so she couldn’t scroll through Weibo.

Song Jianzhi could only play with her fingers out of boredom. Before long, she fell asleep in a daze.

People who had cried were always easily tired.

Ming Xu stroked her long curls, picked up her phone, and walked to the second bedroom farther from the living room, gently closing the door.

She found the missed call and returned it. The other side picked up very quickly.

“Hello? Sister Ming Xu!” Liu Le from Gu’an Studio immediately said. “Sister, this really is a case of the flood washing over the Dragon King’s temple! When I took this job, how could I have known Song Jianzhi was your friend? When President Wei came looking, I thought it was killing two birds with one stone!”

“I could earn a bit of extra money and also vent some anger for you, Sister Ming Xu, whitewash you, and sell misery a little. Wasn’t that perfect?” Liu Le was muttering inwardly. He was someone with good information channels, but he had never heard when Song Jianzhi and Sister Ming Xu had reconciled.

No—not just reconciled. Sister Ming Xu had spent a large sum of money to cancel the order.

Ming Xu lazily lowered her eyes, her face cold and indifferent. Her slender fingers supported the side of her head as she rubbed her temple, her voice carrying an icy texture.

“I understand that the studio takes money to do work. But in the future, if there are any orders involving Miss Song, tell me in advance. I’ll buy them.”

“Sister, you also know that buying information that hasn’t been released yet isn’t a small sum. Why are you treating Song Third so well?”

It was no wonder Liu Le was confused. He had once received a favor from Ming Xu and called her Sister. Usually, if something came up and he could help, he would lend a hand. But he had never seen Ming Xu care this much about anyone.

What artist treasured their friend that much? Not buying information for herself, but buying it for a friend?

Why did it seem like she was spoiling a girlfriend…

Ming Xu did not say much. She leaned against the wall, her long legs slightly crossed, her lashes casting a small fan-shaped shadow over her face. “It’s enough that you know. Don’t spread it.”

“If anything comes up, notify me.”

Liu Le patted his chest and promised, “We’ve known each other for so many years. Sister, don’t you know whether my mouth is tight or not? Don’t worry!”

Ming Xu gave a soft “mm.”

“Sister, did you really terminate your contract with Xiwang? Can you reveal where you’re going after terminating it?” Liu Le chuckled, trying to fish for first-hand information.

Ming Xu lowered her eyes slightly and asked him, “Can’t you guess?”

Liu Le froze. Before he could ask about the faint guess forming in his mind, Ming Xu suddenly hung up. Then she sent a brief message: “Something came up. Talk later.”

Ming Xu had heard a faint sound, so she hung up the phone. She walked to the living room, and sure enough, Song Jianzhi had already sat up. With a face covered in mud mask, her mouth was slightly pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Ming Xu quickened her steps. “What’s wrong?”

Song Jianzhi was expressionless. “Nothing.”

“Really?”

Song Jianzhi: …

Of course it was fake!

She had been sleeping so comfortably when a surround-sound heart-clearing mantra suddenly rang out inside her skull, one line after another. It scared the hell out of her, okay!

She asked the system in horror, “Were you invaded by a virus??”

The system said cordially, “No. The heart-clearing mantra ordered by the host has finished loading and began playing automatically.”

…

Fuck you! Do you hear me, fuck you!

But facing Ming Xu, she could only act as if nothing had happened. “I had a nightmare just now and got scared awake.” Speaking of which, it was pretty much the same as a nightmare experience.

Ming Xu rubbed her head again. “Now that you’re awake, it’s fine.” She looked at her watch. “The mask is about done. Hurry and wash it off.”

Song Jianzhi gave an “oh” and obediently went to wash it off.

Ming Xu seemed to mention it casually. “Will you stay for lunch? Let’s eat together.”

“Mm?”

“I’ll cook for you,” Ming Xu said with complete naturalness. “The ingredients are all prepared.”

“Will you stay?”

Author’s Note:

A little girlfriend who obediently lets you dress her up and fuss over her—you can wash her face, wipe her hands, put fragrant cream on her, feed her until she’s full… awsl.

Today I’ll give… one matching facial mask x1! Remember to hydrate, girlfriends! No, I mean bosses.