The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Etude Three

As Lu Jiayin’s breakthrough work, Cloud Village was indeed filmed very beautifully. It’s a romance film that countless people consider a classic. Lu Jiayin’s figure running on the beach in a red dress is still a popular material in many “Screen First Love” video edits.

The scene shifts to the beach under the moonlight. The sea waves softly swell, and only the wind gently sweeps across the silver sand. The cellist played by Lu Jiayin appears in the frame, gracefully wearing a red dress.

It was a long gown that hugged her curves tightly, red like a flame or a fully bloomed rose. The red dress was dazzling, but even more striking was her face.

Her clear and captivating almond eyes, with upward-curling lashes, framed eyes that were as limpid as water and poetic. With every step, the hem of the skirt rippled like gliding water, making her appear like a fairy who came to the human world to steal hearts.

The next moment, her face broke into a smile, and she ran toward her lover. Step after step, their figures gradually drew closer, then merged. The handsome male lead lowered his head, cradling the elegant nape of her neck like a swan’s, and kissed her deeply…

As a film primarily focused on pure love, this shot was filmed with exceptional romance and beauty. Lu Jiayin hadn’t anticipated a sudden kissing scene and instinctively looked towards Zhen Zhen, meeting Zhen Zhen’s gaze head-on.

Feeling inexplicably guilty, she preemptively said, “It’s not a real kissing scene. It must have been shot using a cheating angle!”

“Cheating angle?” Zhen Zhen heard the term for the first time and asked curiously, “What is that?”

Lu Jiayin, worried about how to salvage her image, immediately explained professionally: “It’s a filming technique where the two actors look like they are kissing, but they use the visual dislocation of the angle to create that illusion…”

Feeling her explanation wasn’t clear enough, she simply picked up the nearby script and said, “How about this: you practice the third scene with me, and I’ll teach you.”

The Dark Light crew had sent her three audition clips, the third of which was a classic scene: Mu Shuanghe, during her time studying in France, dancing with her lover, Andrew, in a small tavern, followed by an intense embrace, kiss, and confession under the moonlight.

While Mu Shuanghe was highly praised as a genius dancer, she was also criticized by conservatives for her rich and passionate romantic history. She was inherently romantic and free-spirited, fully committing to every relationship, yet sadly failed to find her true love before her death. Among her many romances, the story of Andrew was the most legendary and moving.

One was a talented artist who shed her fame, seeking only art and freedom; the other was an obscure, struggling artist who earned a living by sketching portraits in the square. Under any other circumstances, the two would never have met in this life. Yet, fate spun the wheel, setting the strings of the god of love into motion.

They drank the cheapest ale in the rundown tavern, listening to the rough music pulled from an accordion. When seized by inspiration, they embraced and danced. The dancer’s feet, which had graced countless magnificent stages, happily stepped across the creaking old dance floor, yet still swayed with grace.

Lu Jiayin loved this scene. In her understanding, this was perhaps the true nature of love: regardless of identity, regardless of status, it was simply two hearts drawing close and fitting together perfectly in that moment.

He saw the loneliness beneath her fame, and even knowing he wasn’t worthy, he wanted to comfort her with his meager love.

“After tonight, I will leave this place,” she stared intently ahead, as if truly in that small tavern filled with laughter and cheerful voices. “I’m going back to Paris.”

Zhen Zhen took her cue: “I know you won’t belong here. It’s alright. Go in the direction you wish to go. At least tonight, I can still finish this dance with you.”

Lu Jiayin turned toward her. The smile had not faded from her delicate, jade-carved face, but her almond eyes sparkled with tiny points of light: “Why aren’t you blaming me? I’ve caused you so much trouble, disrupted your life, and now I’m irresponsibly running away, not even having the courage to face my own heart during the goodbye.”

She stood in the light, while Zhen Zhen stood two steps back, in the shadow cast by the curtain. A beam of afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtain gap onto the floor, like a dividing line separating the two. Zhen Zhen stood calmly, her expression reserved, her eyes brimming with reluctance.

She smiled slightly, softly delivering the next line: “Because the one I love is exactly who you are. If I can make you happy, even for a brief moment, that is happiness for me.”

Lu Jiayin’s settled heart began to pound again. The next moment, she lunged forcefully towards where Zhen Zhen stood.

She crossed the boundary between light and shadow in one step. Zhen Zhen had already opened her arms the moment she rushed forward, fully embracing her.

Warm breathing slowly approached. Lu Jiayin mentally calculated the camera angle and slowly brought her face close to the side of Zhen Zhen’s face.

Zhen Zhen cooperated with her. A soft sensation touched her cheek—Lu Jiayin’s lips had brushed past her. A gentle breath fell on her ear, like the spring wind shaking the flourishing buds deep in her heart.

Lu Jiayin wrapped both hands around Zhen Zhen’s neck and whispered, one word at a time: “This is called… a cheating angle.”

Satisfied that she had correctly executed the teaching move, before she could release her grip, she suddenly felt the hand Zhen Zhen had placed on her waist move.

That long, beautiful hand caressed the side of her waist, once, then again, drawing Lu Jiayin’s attention. The next moment, Zhen Zhen leaned in closer to her.

Lu Jiayin’s body stiffened slightly, and for a moment, she forgot how to react.

In her view, Zhen Zhen’s pale-red lips drew closer step by step. That floral scent on her body drilled into her nostrils again. Although faint and ethereal, it easily quickened her breath.

Just as Lu Jiayin was so nervous she almost held her breath, Zhen Zhen’s lips stopped about a centimeter away from hers. She lowered her eyes, gazing at Lu Jiayin’s eyelashes, and whispered: “Did I learn it?”

Lu Jiayin’s almond eyes stared unblinking at her, her eyelashes trembling, as if startled by the sudden move. She was clearly lost for a few seconds. Zhen Zhen saw a faint blush instantly creep up her ears.

“You…” She bit her lower lip, still desperately trying to maintain a calm demeanor. “It’s not that easy to learn. There are many different forms and angles for cheating angles, hmph… it’s very complicated. Wait until I’m in the mood next time and I’ll… ngh…”

Her words abruptly cut off.

Zhen Zhen leaned down and kissed her. Their lips were intimately pressed together, soft and warm touching, like opening a sweet treasure chest. Unlike the previous night’s kiss, which was cut short after a mere taste, this time, she took the initiative back into her own hands.

In the moment she kissed Lu Jiayin, Zhen Zhen felt a momentary tension. She used the excuse of getting into character, but she clearly knew it was just a pretext. This awkward, adorable person who always hid her true self—even though she had resolved a hundred times not to fall for her again—could only surrender completely and miserably.

She couldn’t lie to herself; she had been captivated by Lu Jiayin since the first time she saw her.

If Lu Jiayin had remained the same, using cold aloofness to distance their relationship, she would have respected her wishes. But she hadn’t.

“Mmm… Mmm…” The person in her arms was breathless from the kissing, her pale cheeks turning crimson, almost melting into her embrace. Lu Jiayin had to clutch Zhen Zhen’s neck to maintain balance. “Wife… are you abusing your power for personal gain?”

She struggled to keep her voice steady, but her face was thoroughly flushed. Some of her lipstick had been smudged during the kiss, making the corners of her lips rosy. Zhen Zhen reached out and gently wiped her moist, dewy lips.

“Lu Jiayin…” She looked down at Lu Jiayin, her usually cool and indifferent eyes now filled with a lingering tenderness. She leaned in and whispered in her ear, “…So, are you going to refuse?”

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