The Ex-Wife-to-Be Is Acting Weird After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Rhapsody Two

Compared to the numerous obstacles that Zhen Zhen encountered on her journey, Lu Jiayin’s treatment in France was undoubtedly much better.

She won her very first film award in this seaside town. The Shadow Light crew’s decision to bring the whole team to the film festival clearly indicated confidence in winning another award.

Moreover, the female lead of Shadow Light, Mu Shuanghe, had created many excellent works during her time studying in France, leading to a ripple effect where Lu Jiayin also received a lot of media attention out of fondness for the other actress.

After the opening cocktail party that day, a women’s fashion magazine secured an interview, inviting Lu Jiayin to talk about her views on “female power.”

Lu Jiayin was initially cooperating with the photoshoot as planned. Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind.

“Regarding this topic, I have a small, personal reflection,” she told the reporter. “I recently learned a little French, and perhaps I can try to say it myself.”

At this moment, by a window in a Paris street, the image of Lu Jiayin was playing on a television screen.

The beauty with black hair and red lips looked exquisite and stunning, with a relaxed expression. She was speaking in French for this interview. Because she wasn’t fluent, it sounded a bit slow, but every word was exceptionally earnest: “I want to talk not about myself here, but about my wife.”

“She is a woman, a Chinese woman. The industry she has been engaged in has been dominated by men for many years. It is difficult for people to believe that a woman can achieve success and reach the pinnacle in this industry. But she did it, and I am proud of her.”

“The female power that I believe in is a possibility for upward growth. No one can define you and say that girls should be fragile, that girls are not good at math, or… this is not a domain for women. Throughout the long development of humanity, wisdom shines brightly, regardless of gender, only in the pursuit of truth. Her strength encourages me, and I hope it can encourage more women—to do what you want to do, and be yourself.”

The woman’s voice carried the sweet tone that Zhen Zhen was familiar with. She watched the screen quietly, her gaze unknowingly becoming exceptionally gentle.

Assistant Xiao Chen had already taken out his phone to search, commenting softly as he looked: “The boss’s wife’s interview is trending on several hot searches. Everyone thinks what she said is very inspiring. Ah… there’s a comment praising her as a wife-protecting fanatic with over ten thousand likes…”

After he finished speaking, everyone present showed an expression of “deep agreement.”

Previously, everyone had little contact with the legendary actress. It wasn’t until after the explosion incident, when Lu Jiayin personally stayed at Tianfeng for several days, pulling off a miraculous effort to calm the online public opinion, that the ‘goddess’ descended from the altar. Only then did everyone realize that she seemed… not as inaccessible as rumored?

Especially, the boss’s wife’s affection for their boss felt like it was overflowing the screen. This sudden display of affection caught everyone off guard. They quietly glanced at Zhen Zhen, who had remained silent nearby.

“CEO Zhen… Miss Lu is in Cannes now, right?” Xiao Chen tentatively reminded her. “Should we…”

He originally intended to ask if they should prepare a gift to send over, but Zhen Zhen misunderstood his meaning and objected with displeasure: “That’s my wife. Why would you go with me?”

Xiao Chen: …

Zhen Zhen didn’t say much more. She handed over the remaining work after registration to the others, turned, and hailed a taxi.

“Take them to dinner,” she added after a thought. “Don’t wait for me.”

She and Lu Jiayin hadn’t seen each other in a full twelve days.

She had been through longer separations than this, but never had she felt such a strong longing for the other person. Her heart thumped, resounding with the desire to rush to her side immediately.

Cannes is a famous coastal tourist city. Director Long was in high spirits and generously rented several seaside villas. The 270-degree view of the magnificent sea indeed gave a feeling of vacation bliss.

The villa where Lu Jiayin was staying was located right on the seafront. Below the white preservative wood deck was a sapphire-blue infinity pool, facing the brilliant sunset and the sparkling sea.

Ding Ding and the others couldn’t resist the urge to let loose, so Lu Jiayin let them go play on the beach. She ate dinner alone in the villa, then lay in the living room and watched a movie. The gentle surging of the waves made her memory suddenly flash back to the small island where Zhen Zhen had taken her for her birthday last year.

At the time, they had agreed to travel together again in the future. Who knew so many things would happen one after another, and their travel wish would be postponed repeatedly, yet to be realized.

Lu Jiayin sighed with a slight melancholy.

Zhen Zhen hadn’t replied to any messages since the morning. Lu Jiayin calculated the time and felt that calling Zhen Zhen now might disturb her rest. She thought for a moment and decided to go for a swim to burn off her excess energy.

With the boundless sound of the ocean waves as accompaniment, the gentle pool water enveloped her body, temporarily isolating her thoughts.

Lu Jiayin’s swimming skills were quite good. Perhaps the water truly had a relaxing effect. As her body fully submerged, her brain could no longer be occupied by the chaotic thoughts, leaving only a deep blue silence.

She allowed her limbs to relax slowly, sinking into the pool like a fish. When she reached the limit of her breath, she suddenly leaped out of the water.

When Zhen Zhen walked into the room, this was the scene she saw.

Wrapped in a pristine white swimsuit was the familiar, gracefully curved body. Amidst the snow-white, her slender, easy-to-clasp waist was particularly eye-catching. Water droplets rolled down her face and body, making Lu Jiayin look like a flower heavy with dew.

Lu Jiayin clearly hadn’t expected to see Zhen Zhen here. She stared blankly in the water for a moment, thinking she was hallucinating. The water gently rippled, leaving a soft touch on her skin. She asked dazedly: “How did you get here?”

Zhen Zhen walked to the edge of the pool, leaned over, and reached out to pull her up. The moment their skin touched, the rising temperature conveyed warmth, making her feel that this was truly not an empty fantasy. She grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped up the still-dazed Lu Jiayin.

“I happened to be in Paris, and realized it wasn’t far from you, so I came over,” she explained, her voice unconsciously softening, as if all the journey and fatigue had completely vanished at this moment. “The race registration is complete, and staying in Paris is just for paperwork, so I have a few days free…”

A slightly damp finger gently pressed against her lips.

Lu Jiayin felt a softness transmitted from the pad of her finger. She looked up at her, smiling lightly. Her hair was still wet, sticking to her fair cheeks, matching her vibrant face with a heart-stopping beauty. She smiled and said: “Wife, actually, at a time like this, all you need to say is ‘I miss you.'”

Her fingertip was suddenly touched by a subtle dampness. Immediately after, the other hand grasped her fingers. Zhen Zhen quickly demonstrated the quality expected of a good student. She lowered her head and kissed Lu Jiayin’s fingertip, readily complying: “Yes, I missed you very much.”

The kiss, as light as a feather, extended from her fingertip all the way to her palm. After saying this, she counter-asked: “What about you?”

The answer was Lu Jiayin’s unhesitating embrace. She always seemed to like clinging to her with both hands and feet, like an affectionate and spoiled little animal. Zhen Zhen had to free a hand to support her leg so she wouldn’t easily slip. They hugged for a while before Lu Jiayin whispered something.

Hearing that answer, Zhen Zhen’s eyes flickered. The person in her arms was light and soft. The towel slipped off during their movement. The damp swimsuit felt like countless tiny tentacles touching her skin. Her palms rested on Lu Jiayin’s two fair, long legs, smooth and tender, inciting a spreading, sensual yearning through the moisture.

She had just whispered in her ear, her breath fragrant like an orchid: “I miss you too. My whole body misses you.”

The next second, the person holding her changed direction, moving away from the shimmering infinity pool.

Lu Jiayin didn’t know how Zhen Zhen managed to find her room so smoothly during her confused directions. As Zhen Zhen pushed the door open, the scent of flowers filled her nostrils. Zhen Zhen chuckled lightly: “You stole my perfume again, Lu Jiayin.”

Being exposed for her habit of gazing at objects to soothe her longing wasn’t a first. Lu Jiayin buried her face in her wife’s neck with a sense of self-abandonment, took a deep breath, and mumbled: “It’s because you weren’t here…”

The scent on her body was faint and light, yet it was an addictive, lingering closeness.

Before she could react, her jaw was gently stroked. Zhen Zhen placed her on the bed and gently kissed the moist, red lips that had lingered in her sight for too long. While kissing her, she offered a friendly reminder: “Your swimsuit is wet…”

Lu Jiayin lifted her eyelashes to look at her.

The lights were off in the room. The French window let in a faint moonlight, making her peach blossom eyes appear misty. Hearing those words, her cheeks flushed, and then tiny pecking kisses landed there. She dodged the ticklish kisses and habitually cooed: “Then you help me…”

Her voice was so soft it was almost cloying, burning a flowing sweetness into Zhen Zhen’s heart.

Provoked by her request, Zhen Zhen’s eyes darkened. Her fingertips landed on the halter strap tied into a bow at the back of her neck, and she slowly pulled it open.

The swimsuit was not difficult to untie, but her movements were maddeningly slow. She carefully untied the halter bow, then slowly moved to the back, loosening the equally thin tie.

The fair, smooth skin was stained with a light pink due to her actions, rising and falling with her breathing, like a surging tide in her heart.

Completely freed from the constraints, Lu Jiayin’s body suddenly met the cool air. She frowned slightly and reached out childishly: “Hug—”

This sentence seemed to trigger a switch. The arms around her waist tightened slightly.

They hadn’t had such intimate skin-to-skin contact in over half a month, so much so that at the peak of their passion, Lu Jiayin still felt like she was in a dream.

Zhen Zhen held her waist with one hand while gently rubbing her face with her lips. She seemed to love kissing her this way, her nose lightly nudging against her ear, whispering: “I truly missed you.”

Lu Jiayin lifted her hands to wrap around her neck, pinching her earlobe repeatedly, as was her habit. Her breathing was like a puff of rain across her temple, softly enticing her to sink into pleasure: “Then please, CEO Zhen… prove it?”

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