Being a "Golden Finger" for my Movie Queen Love-Rival (GL) - Chapter 2

Song Jianzhi was curled up under the covers. When she opened her eyes, her eyelashes brushed against the soft surface of the quilt.

The very first thing she did upon waking was: “System?”

She remembered that yesterday, just as they were having a “good time,” a loud, celebratory sound like gongs and drums erupted in her mind: “Installation successful! System No. 4399 at your service!”

It had startled her so much she shivered. As her body trembled, Ming Xu had bitten her earlobe from behind and asked in a low, husky voice if she was “finishing that quickly”—

No, she couldn’t think about it anymore. Any further and the author would have their web novel locked for explicit content.

The system did not disappoint her this time, saying warmly: “Hello, Host. Meeting for the first time, I am System No. 4399 from the Underworld Re-employment Plan’s Jinjiang Small World Branch, dedicated to serving you.”

Song Jianzhi asked with a serious face: “Quick, tell me, is Ming Xu awake?”

“Not yet.”

Song Jianzhi let out a sigh of relief and cautiously crawled out from under the covers.

As her body moved upward, the hand resting on her waist slid down. It accidentally brushed against a “fatal” spot, causing Song Jianzhi to blush furiously as she gently moved the hand away.

The system waited quietly for her to finish before speaking in a calm, steady voice: “May I ask, Host, why did I arrive only one step late to find that you have already slept with Ming Xu?”

Song Jianzhi: “I couldn’t help it! I didn’t want this either; it was an accident.”

She added, “Originally, I planned to just get her contact info and develop things slowly. Is it too late to ask for it now that we’ve slept together? What do you think?”

“Do you know who she is?”

Song Jianzhi looked down. Ming Xu was lying on her side. From her forehead to her chin, every feature perfectly matched Song Jianzhi’s preferences—her skin was a cool, porcelain white, her features were exquisite, and her nose was particularly beautiful.

Song Jianzhi mused: “She is the person of my heart.”

The system let out a confused “Huh?” and dropped its professional image, shoving a “Panda Head” meme into her brain: [You’ve stayed single so long you’re hallucinating.jpg]

Not giving the host a chance to be cheeky again, the system immediately followed up on the meme’s statement: “You are her love rival.”

Song Jianzhi was still reeling from the shock of the high-definition panda meme. She said casually: “I know. Exciting, isn’t it? Hehe.”

System: “Then did you know that Ming Xu is your service target?”

Song Jianzhi: “?”

The system said no more and returned to its warm, natural tone: “System 4399 will now transmit the Small World’s plot and the physical memories of the body ‘Song Jianzhi.’ The process will last 3 minutes. It is safe and painless. Please remain conscious.”

After a period of mental chaos, Song Jianzhi woke up understanding everything.

This world was indeed a “Dog-blood” romance novel—a CEO novel, to be precise. The male lead, Wei Xiao, claimed to deeply love the female lead while simultaneously clipping her wings, sleeping with other female supporting characters, and allowing them to bully her just so she would realize he was her only refuge.

The story had been abandoned (hiatused) right at the point where a “White Lotus” supporting character went to the female lead while pregnant, begging the lead to “fulfill” their epic love.

As for Song Jianzhi’s identity, it was prestigious but “brain-dead.” She was the type of supporting character who was blind enough to fall for the male lead and act as his stepping stone. Having been in love with him since childhood, she followed his news even while living abroad. Hearing that he was interested in a starlet, she packed her bags and returned to the country.

Yesterday was her first appearance in domestic social circles, where she drank spiked wine. In the original plot, she naturally ended up with the male lead, later styling herself as “Mrs. Wei” and making life a living hell for the female lead—framing her until the entire internet cursed her and she nearly lost her reputation. Wei Xiao did nothing to stop it.

It wasn’t until the original Song Jianzhi nearly pushed the female lead off a building that Wei Xiao finally got angry for his “true love.” He arranged for the original character to be defiled until she went insane and was locked in a mental asylum. As for the Song family, they became “nourishment” for Wei Xiao’s rising power and completely declined.

Song Jianzhi’s critique: “The original body was so miserable for liking such an idiot. Ming Xu is even more miserable for being liked by such an idiot.”

“I reiterate: As a vital part of the Re-employment Plan—and your way of paying the residency fee for this world—you must help the Mandate of Heaven’s female lead avoid Wei Xiao’s interference, complete her career, and become the Movie Queen as soon as possible.”

Song Jianzhi looked at her peacefully sleeping “rival” again and sighed: “The female lead is Ming Xu.”

“Yes.” The system paused. “I will continuously track your service progress and attitude, uploading it to the Jinjiang Branch for evaluation. If you are judged to be passive or slacking, you will be sent back to the Underworld and permanently lose your eligibility for the plan.”

Thinking of the vibrant world here versus the 18 levels of the Underworld basement—where here there were delicacies, jewelry, and entertainment, and there there was only “Best-selling Knock-off Meng Po Soup”—even a fool knew how to choose.

Song Jianzhi couldn’t afford to regret sleeping with her “client” anymore and immediately declared: “I will definitely perform well!”

Thinking of the bright future ahead, she decisively abandoned her original plan to wait for Ming Xu to wake up for her number. She climbed out of bed.

Only then did she realize her legs and waist ached. Her entire body felt sore, not to mention “down there.”

Song Jianzhi struggled to move, picking up the crumpled evening dress from the floor. She realized the sexy white dress had too little fabric—it couldn’t possibly cover the red marks scattered across her body.

Song Jianzhi couldn’t help but whisper a complaint: “Is Sister Ming Xu a puppy?”

The system checked its data and replied seriously: “The female lead’s zodiac sign is the Rabbit.”

“Truly the fiercest rabbit I’ve ever seen,” Song Jianzhi muttered.

She tiptoed out. Just before leaving, she saw a wine-red shawl lying pitifully on the ground; it was clear the owner had been in quite a hurry when she took it off.

Song Jianzhi had been drugged, not drunk, so she clearly remembered ripping it off Ming Xu’s shoulders herself.

Song Jianzhi: I really am a beast.

She picked it up and draped it over herself: “Consider this making up for your owner’s crimes.”

With that, she gathered her long, chestnut curls, held her stilettos in one hand, and opened the door to leave.

Like 60% of the CEOs in romance novels, Ming Xu opened a pair of incredibly clear eyes only after the other person left.

She had been awake since Song Jianzhi woke up. She had been waiting for Song Jianzhi to make a choice; after all, strictly speaking, last night hadn’t been entirely consensual.

Since Song Jianzhi chose to sneak away, she had no intention of forcing anything.

After all, Song Jianzhi had always treated her as a rival. Even while abroad, people had used Song’s name to make things difficult for her.

Last night was bizarre. The Miss Song, famous for her obsession with Wei Xiao, had actually begged her for help. Rationally, Ming Xu shouldn’t have gotten involved, but seeing Song Jianzhi’s pitiful state, she had actually forgotten the humiliation in the banquet hall and acted on a whim.

She must be going back to find Wei Xiao now, Ming Xu thought blankly, brushing away a stray chestnut curl resting on her collarbone.

Song Jianzhi’s evening bag was long gone. Penniless and without a phone, she hailed a taxi using her home address from memory. Once she arrived, the butler would naturally pay.

The butler was a middle-aged man named Li. Seeing her, he said, “Third Young Lady, you didn’t return all night. The Eldest Young Lady found out when she came home yesterday; she is waiting for you in the study.”

Song Jianzhi: What’s it like to have to face the head of the family right after doing something bad?

She maintained a smile: “I’ll go right now.”

Uncle Li looked at her lovingly and decided to give a reminder: “Don’t be afraid of the Eldest Young Lady. She looks fierce, but she cares about you most. She only got back from an event at midnight, and when she heard you weren’t back, she immediately sent people to look for you.”

Song Jianzhi asked, confused, “Then why didn’t they find me?”

Uncle Li hesitated, then cleared his throat: “Everyone was sent to the Wei family. The Weis said you weren’t there. Xiao Wang and the others ‘invited’ Young Master Wei directly out of his room to confirm you weren’t with him.”

The word “invited” was used very subtly.

Song Jianzhi imagined the scene of Wei Xiao being carried out like a fire-breathing dragon by several bodyguards…

She couldn’t think about it; she was afraid she’d laugh out loud.

However, her image as “Wei Xiao’s Simp” was truly deep-rooted.

Song Jianzhi took a deep breath and headed for the second-floor study.

In this kind of story, the Song parents were mere background characters—the phrase “living abroad all year round” dismissed them, providing convenience for the younger generation to stir up trouble. The bulk of the Song family’s assets was currently in the hands of the eldest sister, Song Jianyin. This woman controlled the family’s vast commercial empire.

In the original body’s memory, Song Jianyin was very stern, rarely smiled, and was so busy with work that she seldom bonded with her sister. The original Song Jianzhi was quite afraid of her. Later, because Song Jianyin disapproved of her being with Wei Xiao, she had thrown tantrums, gone on hunger strikes, and distanced herself from her family.

But Song Jianzhi, who knew the whole plot, knew that after her sister got into trouble, Song Jianyin exhausted the Song family’s strength to seek revenge. Unfortunately, she was betrayed, effectively “delivering the goods” to Wei Xiao and cementing his career.

Song Jianzhi sighed, pulled the shawl tighter to ensure she was covered up, and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” the woman’s voice was short and powerful.

Song Jianzhi pushed the door open. The study was well-lit. Song Jianyin was facing a computer, handling business.

Song Jianzhi walked obediently to the mahogany desk: “Sister, I’m back.”

Song Jianyin’s typing paused. She took off her gold-rimmed glasses and crossed her arms: “Grown some wings, have we?”

Song Jianzhi said meekly: “I wouldn’t dare.”

Song Jianyin tapped the table: “It’s one thing to be blind enough to like Wei Xiao, but to personally go and harass an actress for his sake…”

Song Jianzhi guessed this was about the wine-snatching incident. Speaking of that, she really wanted to grab her sister’s arm and cry about how Wei Xiao drugged her so Song Jianyin could tear him apart.

But then she remembered that the spiked champagne was snatched by the original body during a public tantrum and then drunk by her unknowing self. It was so stupid it made her want to hide her head in shame.

Song Jianzhi: I can’t bring myself to say it.

She could only choke back the words and say with feigned endurance: “I know I was wrong.”

Song Jianyin was startled by her good attitude. Her tone softened: “As long as you know you were wrong. Just don’t do it again.”

That’s it? She really is the ‘doting on the younger sister’ type of parent.

But just as Song Jianzhi relaxed, Song Jianyin spoke again: “I sent people to the Wei house but couldn’t find you. Wei Xiao said you left with Ming Xu. I asked a few acquaintances, and they also said you left with her.”

“Did you make things difficult for that Ming Xu?”

Song Jianzhi’s expression underwent a series of complex changes.

How should she put it…

Does “draining her dry” count as making things difficult?