Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 105: Song Xi, Do You Like Me?

The person in the mirror had a thin layer of sweat on their forehead, their hairstyle a bit tousled, the freshly applied lipstick bright red, resembling the swollen redness left by someone else’s bite.

She wet her finger in the mirror and tapped it on her lips.

Then she pursed her lips, propped herself against the sink, and closed her eyes.

Her stomach still felt a bit uncomfortable.

She thought for a moment, furrowed her brows, pulled a tissue from the nearby box, and wiped off the lipstick from her lips.

She always had a habit of protecting her lips, and her natural lip color was quite pale, which sometimes fit well when acting as a sick character.

Footsteps sounded from outside.

Yu Xia took a tissue to dry her hands, turned and walked out, just in time to meet Song Xi walking towards her with a frown.

Still holding the tissue, she leaned against the wall, leisurely drying her hands while her eyes wantonly roved over him.

Song Xi slowly revealed a smile: "Yu Xia, looking for me for something?"

"There is something," she said.

She crumpled the tissue into a ball and casually threw it into the trash can, then poked a finger into his chest, lightly pushing as she followed up with her steps.

Song Xi staggered back two steps, steadied himself in that familiar corner, and looked at her in surprise.

It seemed he didn’t expect her to be this... this flirtatious.

"I’ve thought it over and decided not to play dumb; what do you say? You saw me holding hands with him, don’t you have anything to say?"

Song Xi was dumbfounded, a bit nervous at her aggressive approach, tugged at his mouth, and then said, "Say what?"

Yu Xia carefully admired her newly applied pale purple nail stickers, then reached out again, her fingertip poking his chest, again and again.

The movement was light, but it was obvious to feel the heart beneath that chest beating faster and faster.

"What do you think? At first, I thought being seen seducing my junior would have a bad influence, worried you’d use it to bargain with me. But then I thought—"

She appeared to be just idly playing. Song Xi didn’t know why he didn’t stop her hand, just stiffly listening to her continue.

"Why did you say that sentence then? ’I saw it.’ Were you reminding me, or threatening me? Normally, if you see something like that, shouldn’t you pretend you didn’t?"

Anyone else, like Ning Yunchao or Wei Yaoyao, wouldn’t react that way.

The finger poking his chest mischievously moved up, reaching his collar.

Yu Xia now used her fingertip, sliding along the neckline, just tracing a shallow line on his skin.

She spoke slowly: "A strange response surely has a strange reason. Let me guess why you reacted like that."

The scratch from her nail made Song Xi’s heartbeat drum like thunder, making his whole body quiver.

He wanted to grab her hand and fling it away, but as he was about to act, he saw her suddenly frown, bending slightly as if uncomfortable.

He remembered seeing her press on her stomach just now, and his instinctive reaction shifted from pushing her hand away to reaching out, supporting her elbow.

"Are you okay?"

Yu Xia raised her hand to avoid his touch.

The trembling reaction he had subsided suddenly, a nameless embarrassment filled his heart.

He pushed his glasses up again, and through the lenses, his eyes quietly watched her before speaking: "Yu Xia... I didn’t—"

The rest of the words were cut off in his throat. Song Xi’s heartbeat suddenly sped up again; with a quiet thud, he bumped against the wall, his back pressed tightly, not daring to move.

Yu Xia’s fingertip pressed heavily on the skin below his collarbone, leaving a crescent mark in no time.

The sharp pain made him tremble for a moment, the pain stirring another indescribable sensation, densely spreading, as if coursing through his body, causing goosebumps all over.

She stared directly into his eyes, softly saying: "Do you like me too?"

The voice was so soft, like a whisper in a confined private space.

Song Xi’s retort was on the tip of his tongue, tried several times to articulate but found no way, and as he finally attempted to speak, Yu Xia rudely interrupted.

"Too bad I don’t like you. Lately, I’m just into someone like Xie Qingci, obedient and well-behaved."

Song Xi’s mind was already in a mess, absorbing whatever he heard, and when he heard her say Xie Qingci was obedient and well-behaved, he scoffed.

"Is he obedient and well-behaved?"

"If not, are you more obedient and well-behaved?"

Song Xi’s face stiffened.

Yu Xia smiled as she removed his glasses, folded the arms, and hung them on his collar, the cold metal skimming over his skin, making him shudder again.

She curled her hand slightly, tapping his cheek lightly with her forefinger and middle finger, whether in insult or intimate caress.

"Pretty obedient, but being well-behaved needs to be evaluated. Song Xi, as a trainee aiming to debut, just practice hard and debut well, right?

There’s always a place for you at some point, why panic? Xie Qingci signing with Changhui is already a fact. You might as well spend more time thinking about how to develop later to outpace others like him. After all, your company’s not that great, don’t you agree?"

Song Xi said nothing.

She flattened her lips, pressing heavily on the gold-rimmed glasses, leaving a mark on him through the fabric.

"Hmm?"

He groaned, face pale as he said, "...Okay."

Yu Xia then smiled again: "Indeed obedient."

——

Xie Qingci met Yu Xia at the turn and wanted to ask what she had talked about with Song Xi, but before he could speak, she proactively disclosed it.

"I threatened him a little, but I don’t think he’ll be angry. Don’t target him later on. What’s caught on camera is more than you think, and every netizen is like a microscope, so don’t be foolish."

Xie Qingci, feeling frustrated, casually hummed in agreement.

They couldn’t walk together for long. As they approached the exit, Yu Xia hooked his wrist with her little finger, just brushing it, with no intention to hold hands.

Xie Qingci watched her intently.

She blinked and whispered, "Call me tonight."

He sighed, "Okay."

After she left, he stood in place for a while, then went back to the corner where they met earlier.

Song Xi emerged, looking dazed, glanced at him, silently lowered his head, and put on the gold-rimmed glasses he was holding.

Then they passed by each other, Song Xi walking out with a sullen face.

Xie Qingci was genuinely curious about how Yu Xia had threatened him, making him react so oddly—seeming more like he had been beaten into submission than verbally threatened.

Thinking against the wall, he too walked outside.

The living quarters were lively.

The first ranking release was approaching, and some had already packed their luggage in anticipation of facing elimination.

So now, while there’s still time, they’re all having a final celebration.

Just upon returning to the dorm, someone entered with training uniforms, asking for their signatures.

Xie Qingci took a marker and earnestly signed in a blank space. After signing, he noticed not far away was Song Xi’s signature, which for some reason seemed fragmented, as if it had been over-inscribed several times.