Being a "Golden Finger" for my Movie Queen Love-Rival (GL) - Chapter 1

“She’s Not Worthy of the Wine You’re Handing Over!”

Song Jianzhi’s ghost had only just been transmitted into this small world—her soles hadn’t even touched the ground yet—when she heard that shrill, arrogant cry.

The girl’s voice was quite sweet, the kind that belonged to a pampered young lady whose sharp edges hadn’t been smoothed out by society yet.

Finally, the soul and its vessel clicked together perfectly. Song Jianzhi excitedly prepared to welcome her new life. Opening her eyes, she saw a man and a woman standing before her, while the guests in the background looked on with unreadable expressions.

Why am I the center of attention the moment I transmigrate?

Don’t novels usually have a “newbie zone” to receive information and organize your thoughts?

Sensing something was wrong, Song Jianzhi realized she was holding a champagne flute, seemingly just taken from the man in front of her. Subconsciously, she brought it to her lips to moisten her throat and soothe her nerves.

The man in the suit stood frozen, staring at her in disbelief before growling: “Song Jianzhi! What are you doing?!”

Good, my name is still Song Jianzhi.

Song Jianzhi looked innocently at this handsome but ill-tempered man. Thinking it best to be subtle as a newcomer, she gave a small smile.

“Moistening my throat.”

Wait, was that “pampered young lady” voice just now… mine?

Even though she had spoken those few words calmly—her voice sweet and soft—Song Jianzhi recognized it instantly.

Did I snatch this drink halfway through?

A wave of heat surged in Song Jianzhi’s chest. She rubbed her heart in confusion, discovering for the first time that she was so competitive; the mere thought that this item was “snatched” made her blood boil with excitement.

Seeing the man staring at her tensely, Song Jianzhi maintained her smile while calling out in her mind with confidence, just as the “Re-employment Tutorial” taught her:

“System, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing? Please start the Newbie Guide, thank you.”

A sweet customer service voice immediately replied:

“System installing… Progress: 2%. Please wait patiently, Host. Sending hearts~”

Song Jianzhi: “…”

The smile gradually vanished from her face.

She heard the man say, “Ming Xu, let me explain. I, Wei Xiao, swear to heaven that I really didn’t know Song Jianzhi was returning to the country today.”

The man spoke decisively, his voice echoing with conviction as if his name were a synonym for honesty.

Oh ho, is this the scent of a ‘crematorium’ drama field?

But Song Jianzhi panicked. She was currently in a drama field without a loaded system or a script. Feeling small, pitiful, and helpless, she didn’t dare speak and took another sip of champagne to steady herself.

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

“…Fine.”

Song Jianzhi was baffled. A “Why?” was on the tip of her tongue, but she realized that asking would lead to a conversation—which was far too difficult for her current self.

If he said don’t drink, she wouldn’t drink.

Wei Xiao choked, his eyebrow twitching a few more times. He turned back 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 shattering jade—cool and pleasant.

Song Jianzhi’s gaze instantly fell upon her.

But before she could get a good look, Ming Xu turned around. “Your affairs have nothing to do with me.”

She had light brown eyes—clear and pure.

As Ming Xu turned to leave, her black dress revealed an open back. The fabric dipped at the small of her waist, and a pair of exquisite butterfly shoulder blades stood out against her snowy skin.

Song Jianzhi stared for a long while before withdrawing her gaze to find herself standing awkwardly with Wei Xiao.

Judging by romance novel tropes, her character was either his “simp” or some “girl next door.” Song Jianzhi weighed her options and decided to stay put and let him leave first.

Wei Xiao’s face was grim. He looked like he wanted to speak, then stopped, then started again.

Song Jianzhi blinked, her eyes inquiring.

Remembering that her family’s power was something he truly couldn’t afford to provoke, Wei Xiao let out another low growl: “Follow me.”

He turned and led the way, acting as if he was certain she would follow.

Seeing the surrounding people whispering and staring at her like a monkey in a zoo, Song Jianzhi thought for a moment—

And walked away in the opposite direction.

Are you kidding? I’m already afraid of breaking character; why would I stay with someone who knows me?

It was safer to find a corner and hide until the system finished installing.

Song Jianzhi walked calmly out of the banquet hall. She was wearing four-inch stilettos; she had never worn heels this high before, yet she found herself walking with ease, not at all afraid of twisting her ankle.

She clicked-clacked her way out and looked around. Below the stairs was an open-air swimming pool where many people were mingling.

At a glance, she spotted Ming Xu standing there, talking to a man who was a head shorter than her.

Song Jianzhi desperately wanted the pretty sister’s contact information, but the “drama field” from earlier acted like a leash holding her back. Going over now would likely result in being loathed to death. She comforted herself: There’s always tomorrow.

Stay low, we can win this.

Lifting the hem of her white dress slightly, she headed toward a secluded little garden nearby.

There was a bench for resting. She sat down, resting her hand casually on her knee, only to be startled by the three or four diamond-encrusted bracelets and a “pigeon egg” ring on her hand.

Song Jianzhi gasped.

In her past life, she loved looking at jewelry. For some reason, these designs looked familiar. Take the pigeon egg ring—she couldn’t remember which queen in her world had worn it, but it had been a sensation at the auction house.

One of the bracelets was a limited edition of only three in the world, and she was wearing two of them.

Song Jianzhi: I thought I was just a jewelry display rack; I didn’t realize I should be enshrining these.

Overwhelmed by the joy of sudden wealth, even the slow-moving system installation felt bearable.

If the Underworld hadn’t started its re-employment plan, how could she have won the lottery for such a wonderful world and such a wealthy background?

Haven’t you seen the ghosts who rolled for post-apocalyptic, historical, infinite-flow, or horror novels crying in envy next door?

She said lovingly in her heart, “System, take your time. We’re in no rush.”

The system, at 23% progress, was so moved by its host’s concern that it immediately regressed by one percent, becoming 22%.

Song Jianzhi: “?”

The customer service voice appeared right on time: “Host’s physical indices are abnormal; unsuitable for system installation. Installation suspended. The installation process will resume from the breakpoint once indices return to normal. Sending hearts~”

Song Jianzhi asked expressionlessly: “What does the regression mean? Did it suffer a backlash?”

The service voice, being very supportive, played a canned audience laughter sound effect in her head to accompany her complaint.

Song Jianzhi got even angrier. It took a few seconds for it to sink in: her body was having issues.

What was wrong?

Is being too rich a disease?

She pondered. The cool night breeze brushed against her, dissipating some of the heat. It felt very comfortable—

Wait, should I be feeling hot while wearing such a thin, sleeveless dress?

A realization struck her.

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

A frustrated Wei Xiao burst into the small garden. “What kind of tantrum are you throwing? Leave this place with me, now!”

Song Jianzhi was alert. “Go where with you?”

Wei Xiao gave her a dismissive look and sneered, “Damn it, your scheme worked. You drank the wine I intended for Ming Xu. Now I have to take responsibility for you. Are you satisfied now?”

Song Jianzhi’s face flushed—half from the fire burning in her body, half from his shameless behavior.

Her mind was full of curses, but she knew escaping was the priority. Her reply was concise: “Not satisfied. Get lost.”

She tried to leave first, but her feet faltered.

“Still throwing a fit? Heh, aren’t you dying for me to get close to you?” Wei Xiao said nonchalantly, grabbing her wrist tightly and dragging her along. “Hurry up, the effects are kicking in. If you don’t want to make a fool of yourself in public, come to the hotel with me.”

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

Song Jianzhi: Are you kidding me?! Your way of ‘giving me face’ is reluctantly sleeping with me?!

She didn’t care about the character setting anymore. Let it break. She couldn’t let herself be ruined like this.

She struggled with all her might, but the rising heat made her limbs weak. Wei Xiao dragged her toward the exit regardless, still running his mouth:

“Walk faster. It’s best if Ming Xu doesn’t see this.”

His tone was casual, as if he didn’t really care if she saw.

Song Jianzhi: “You really are ‘true love’ for Ming Xu.”

Wei Xiao glanced back at her. Seeing her flushed face—making her already beautiful features even more striking—his tone softened slightly. “Ming Xu will be my wife. Stop being so stubborn. Just forget about me after tonight.”

Song Jianzhi: Can’t forget you, brother. Your ability to draw agro is top-tier.

By now, she had been dragged outside. The iron gates of the mansion were right in front of them. The banquet was winding down, and many people at the door witnessed this. Someone whispered as they passed:

“Look at how red Miss Song’s face is. She’s finally got a hold on Wei Xiao.”

“Look at how happy she’s smiling.”

I’m smiling?!

Song Jianzhi nearly fainted from rage. She felt weak all over, desperately scanning the crowd for a familiar face—or rather, anyone who knew her who might stop Wei Xiao.

But everyone who saw her gave a polite smile or even an encouraging look, as if they were about to give her a “fighting!” gesture.

Song Jianzhi: [Someone Save Me.jpg]

Her consciousness grew blurrier, her throat felt scorched, and her vision was doubling. Finally, she spotted a face in the crowd that stood out—it was cold and elegant.

She rubbed her eyes to see clearly: it was Ming Xu.

Love rival, save my life!

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

Miss Song had a drunken flush on her face. Wei Xiao looked a bit unnatural, but he quickly masked it, greeting her with a forced air of nonchalance. “Ming Xu, Song Jianzhi is drunk. I’m taking her back.”

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

Suddenly, a hand grabbed a corner of her clutch. A soft voice reached her ears: “Ming Xu.”

She turned back to see Miss Song with glazed eyes.

Song Jianzhi grabbed onto her one lifeline, shouting with all her might: “Ming Xu.”

But when the sound came out, she realized it was barely louder than a kitten’s whimper.

The woman, who was half a head taller than her, looked back. Her jawline was clean, and her light brown eyes rested on her. “Miss Song?”

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

Song Jianzhi: You absolute idiot! Scumbag!

Ming Xu had already withdrawn her gaze and was stepping away.

Song Jianzhi had no time to curse Wei Xiao in her head. She bit the tip of her tongue, mustered all her strength, broke free from Wei Xiao’s grip, and threw herself onto Ming Xu.

Biting her tongue cleared her head, but it hurt like hell. Song Jianzhi’s eyes filled with tears from the pain. She wrapped her arms tightly around Ming Xu’s waist, terrified she would leave.

She looked up at Ming Xu, continuing her kitten-whimper plea, trying to stir the pretty sister’s pity:

“Save me… I won’t go with him…”

Ming Xu looked down at Song Jianzhi’s eyes, which looked even moister and brighter because of the tears. Her eyelashes were damp, making her look like a bullied little animal.

Yet, she still carried a woman’s charming allure.

Ming Xu remained silent for a long moment.

Nearby, Wei Xiao saw his “simp” and his “goddess” hugging each other. His face darkened. He snapped, “Song Jianzhi, stop acting up!”

Song Jianzhi ignored him completely.

Just as Song Jianzhi was about to lose control and nuzzle against the pretty sister, she heard the woman whose waist she refused to let go of ask:

“Then, do you want to come with me?”