A Time-Limited Romance with Movie Queen Ex - Chapter 49.2

In such a murky industry, there was no shortage of men and women throwing themselves at her gentle and sweet, elite and accomplished, every type imaginable.

She had seen more beautiful faces, more outstanding individuals, and no shortage of people who went to great lengths to seduce her.

Yet, none had moved her heart.

After seven years of celibacy, last night, fueled by alcohol and recklessness, she had lost herself in the intensity of passion. In those fleeting moments of distraction amidst the overwhelming sensations, her brain had sent a clear signal, it wasn’t just the pleasure of climax, but the realization that only with this person did it feel so exhilarating.

That said, the one thing she couldn’t understand was how, after seven years, Luo Mijin hadn’t lost even an ounce of skill. In fact, in their drunken state, they had somehow become even more instinctive, more adept.

Her waist, her legs, every inch of her skin, even the vulnerable curve of her neck all had become playthings under their touch.

“I didn’t notice the time. I was too tired yesterday.”

The manager replied dryly, “That much is obvious. Young people these days are quite capable. You couldn’t handle it, could you?”

“I’m only two years older than them.”

“That’s not the point, is it?” The manager smiled.

An awkward silence lingered between them for half a minute before the manager regrouped, adopting a professional tone.

“You have a few events coming up. Don’t get caught, don’t get exposed, and most importantly, don’t lose control. Play however you want, I don’t care. But the producer and director want to meet with you today. Think you can make time?”

“First, I’m not playing. Second, I should be free.”

The manager swallowed the words “You’re about to get engaged, how is this not playing?” and instead calmly instructed,

“Then I’ll have the driver pick you up in two hours. I’ll be there too. You can rest a bit in the car make sure you’re in good shape.”

“Mm, fine.”

“Wear a high-necked top. Cover everything. Actually, never mind, I’ll pick something for you myself. And I’ll tell the makeup artist to go for a colder, more aloof look. We can’t have you walking around looking like you’re still drunk on lust, like you nearly got fucked to death last night.”

Rong Qingyao: “…”

“Who would’ve thought that someone usually so quiet could pull off such a big move,” the manager said, laughing at her own words. Seeing Rong Qingyao’s dark expression, she seemed to cheer up even more.

After chatting with her agent in the living room for a while, she returned to the bedroom to find Luo Mijin already up, moving about the small room in disheveled clothes.

“What are you doing?”

Luo Mijin  paused guiltily. “I’m ordering takeout.”

“Are you missing something?”

“Your walk was a bit, unnatural. I remembered you kept saying it hurt last night.” Luo Mijin hung her head, her messy silver hair catching faint light and shadow. “So I wanted to get you some medicine.”

Rong Qingyao shot Luo Mijin a sidelong glance. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now the dull ache and soreness between her legs were making themselves known.

“Wait a minute, where’s the bedsheet?”

“The bedsheet. I took it to wash.”

“Why wash it now?”

Luo Mijin: “…”

Wasn’t it obvious?

The moment she woke up, she had noticed how stained and drenched the sheet was completely soaked through.

The faint, lingering scent of sex in the room only made washing the sheet seem like a futile attempt to cover up what had happened.

They had been like students tasting forbidden fruit for the first time after the first time last night, they had gone at it endlessly.

Rong Qingyao lowered her head, her slightly pale face lost in thought, her lashes still glistening with crystalline tears.

“Shouldn’t you see a traditional Chinese doctor for some recuperation?” Luo Mijin shrank into the corner, asking timidly.

“Recuperation for what?” Rong Qingyao stared at her.

It wasn’t like she had amnesia she had just used alcohol as an excuse to lose control. She had intended to dominate Luo Mijin, to make her submit completely, but who would’ve thought she’d end up so exhausted she kept passing out?

“Never mind.”

“Last night, you.” Rong Qingyao scoffed, her body flushing with a wave of shameful heat. “You said a lot of filthy things. Do you remember?”

Though those words verging on dirty talk had mortified her, bringing them up now seemed to fluster Luo Mijin even more.

A small victory for her.

Clearly, Luo Mijin still had some memory of it. She opened and closed her mouth, struggling to explain but failing to find a good excuse.

“Enough,” Rong Qingyao said, deciding not to press her for now. She smiled understandingly. “Let’s eat first.”

It was a clear day after the rain, the sky washed clean like a deep blue velvet carpet. The wind carried the scent of distant grasslands vast and gentle.

Once their food arrived, Luo Mijin sat at the table, eating with her head down, not daring to meet Rong Qingyao’s eyes.

“Slow down. Are you a child? You’re making a mess everywhere…”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Rong Qingyao froze, then felt her cheeks and neck burn with a delicate flush.

Luo Mijin had said the exact same thing last night right when she had trailed downward, refusing to stop no matter how much Rong Qingyao begged.

In the end, Luo Mijin had been splattered all over her face lips, nose, fingers dripping wet yet she had the audacity to blame Rong Qingyao for making a mess.

Too indignant to let it slide, Rong Qingyao had snapped back only to be forced to taste herself.

Luo Mijin leaned back in her chair, eyes darting away.

The woman bit her lip lightly, her face tinged with pink, glaring at Luo Mijin. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing, just checking the time,” Luo Mijin took out her phone from her pocket and showed it to Rong Qingyao.

The woman’s long hair fluttered in the breeze. “What’s wrong? So brave last night, but now you don’t dare take responsibility?”

“I didn’t you were the one who kissed me first.”

“Hmm, still making excuses,” Rong Qingyao was adept at twisting the truth and shifting blame. “Do I need to remind you how things ended up last night?”

Luo Mijin: “…”

“Luo Mijin, you’re so skilled have you been practicing on others these past seven years?”

Rong Qingyao pressed her advantage, deliberately emphasizing “on others” with a cold, displeased expression.

“No, last night I…” Luo Mijin didn’t know what to say, her heart twisted with discomfort and grievance.

She wasn’t sure if this counted as an affair, but if only she could steal Rong Qingyao awa..

Rong Qingyao slowly peeled shrimp for Luo Mijin with a steady, unhurried patience that was mesmerizing to watch.

Her robe slipped off one shoulder, revealing a black camisole with delicate straps that seemed barely holding on, her skin dazzlingly pale.

Her skin glowed like fine celadon porcelain, fired repeatedly to achieve the most beautiful hue after being cherished.

Noticing Luo Mijin’s unease and fear, Rong Qingyao softened her tone. “Wait for me to come back, and we’ll talk properly. I have so much to say to you, but I need to handle some things first. Once everything’s settled, I’ll come find you.”

“Mm, go ahead. Don’t worry about me.”

“You’ll wait for me obediently, won’t you?”

Luo Mijin nodded stiffly, her mind already drifting far away, thinking of ways to reduce their time together.

“A car will take you to the airport soon. You can go back first and take care of Zhiwen. I’ll be back within a day at most.”

“Can I just have some time to think?”

“No,” Rong Qingyao refused coldly. If she let her think any longer, she’d probably vanish again.

After being sent back to L City by Rong Qingyao’s people, Luo Mijin immediately went to the private hospital to see Luo Zhiwen.

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve been overindulging.”

Caught off guard by her sister’s observation, Luo Mijin stiffened like a startled bird and retorted, “Don’t talk nonsense. I just didn’t sleep well.”

“I was just testing you, but you’re so jumpy spill it. Who have you been fooling around with these past few nights?”

As much as she hated to admit it, “fooling around” perfectly described her current relationship with Rong Qingyao.

“Let’s not talk about that,” Luo Mijin changed the subject. “I came to tell you I’m planning to move out of her place in a few days.”

“Did you find a suitable place?”

“Yeah, one with a small courtyard. Two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. Once I get some utensils and appliances, I can start cooking.”

“You? Cooking?” Luo Zhiwen was deeply skeptical. Given Luo Mijin’s self-sufficiency skills, she feared food poisoning.

“I can bake bread, cook instant noodles, make congee, stir-fry tomatoes with eggs, and green peppers with pork.”

“But I don’t think you’ve ever successfully cooked rice,” Luo Zhiwen mercilessly pointed out.

“You can just eat instant noodles,” Luo Mijin murmured, then asked, “Zhiwen, do you want to go back home? I mean, once you’re fully recovered.”

She thought she couldn’t stay here forever, only to end up in some shameful, illicit affair with Rong Qingyao.

“Fine, I’ve been sick of this country anyway. The food’s terrible just buttered bread every day, enough to make you lose the will to live.”

“Alright, alright. But have you told Qingyao about moving and returning home beforehand?”

At this, Luo Mijin’s hand trembled involuntarily. The sensation of being enveloped in damp softness, tightening around her, felt almost tangible. In her ears echoed the intermittent, pleading whimpers of a woman pushed beyond her limits.

“Hey, why do you look so guilty? Don’t tell me you’ve done something wrong?”

Luo Mijin lowered her head without denying it. Seven years ago, she would have faced this with courage, but now she was riddled with endless contradictions. Whenever trouble arose, she retreated into her shell like a timid snail.

“I’ll find a time to tell her. But first, I need to earn some more money.”

**

A day later, Rong Qingyao returned home to find only Yan Si sitting in the living room.

“Director Rong,” Yan Si’s voice was small, tinged with guilt. “Um,  Miss Luo isn’t answering my calls.”

“What do you mean she’s not answering?”

“After I drove her back, she suddenly said she wanted to eat from that private kitchen that doesn’t deliver. So I went out to buy it for her, but when I returned, she was gone.”

Seeing Rong Qingyao’s expression darken, Yan Si ventured cautiously, “Did Miss Luo not tell you anything?”

“No.”

“No wonder you seemed in such a good mood when you got back.” Yan Si’s remark only poured salt on the wound.

Rong Qingyao noticed a bundle of fresh green herbs and flowers wrapped in old newspaper on the table honeysuckle, selfheal, and a few sprigs of balloon flowers, paired with bright red wild berries. It exuded a carefree, natural freshness.

“What’s this?”

“Miss Luo picked these from the garden after she got back and arranged them herself for you. She said they’d help cool your temper.”

“Cool my temper?” Rong Qingyao laughed in cold fury, her beauty turning razor-sharp.

Yan Si shrank into the corner of the sofa, certain Luo Mijin would have to fend for herself this time. She’d never seen Rong Qingyao this angry before.

Meanwhile, at Wei Xiashuang’s studio, Luo Mijin received a text from Rong Qingyao containing just three words:

[Answer your phone.]

The next moment, the woman’s call came through.

“Where are you?” Rong Qingyao’s voice simmered with dangerous restraint.

Luo Mijin didn’t answer. From nearby, Wei Xiashuang called out:

“Xiao Luo, come on, we’re ready for your test recording.”

Over the phone, Rong Qingyao fell silent for a beat before laughing softly, her tone laced with saccharine venom.

“So, this is where you’ve been, making new friends.”

The undercurrent of Rong Qingyao’s displeasure hovered like twilight mist, faint yet unmistakable. Luo Mijin caught it instantly the subtle shift in the woman’s breathing, the unconscious authority of someone accustomed to command, restrained but potent enough to silence a room.

“Rong Qingyao, I—”

“Luo Mijin, I’m angry.”

“It’s not that simple,” Rong Qingyao stated, cold and measured. “Luo Mijin, understand this, it won’t be over so quickly.”

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