The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Inside a cramped attic, pale purple bed curtains swayed slowly along with the movements on the single bed, the gauze veiling the overlapping figures within. The delicate fabric was like a wisp of light smoke, occasionally brushing against snow-white skin, wandering through one’s mind like a dream.

Yu Guiyao heard the panting of the person beneath her. It felt surreal; she seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, making the scene before her blurry. But she could feel the woman in her arms was in distress, restless and constantly rubbing against her.

Their contact felt like slippery silk. The woman’s hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, rumpling the fabric into a mess. Her chest heaved violently as she was pressed down, appearing as though she couldn’t catch her breath. Her breath grew increasingly hot, blowing against Yu Guiyao’s face like a feather tickling her heart.

Yu Guiyao wanted to make a sound, wanted to flee this place, but in the end, she couldn’t leave. She could only let herself be consumed by the alcohol, holding the woman tightly and offering her own slender fingertips.

Gradually, a blooming rose enveloped her fingertips. The woman’s slender, white legs were folded back and hooked over Yu Guiyao’s shoulders; her bare feet dangled in the air, swaying gently against Yu Guiyao’s back. Her red lips were parted slightly, seemingly whispering a single word over and over.

“Sister…”

The repeated, trembling low calls caused Yu Guiyao to sink completely into this dream. Removing the string of beads from her wrist, the full, rounded beads were swallowed up, gradually taking on a luster as they were soaked in moisture.

The woman kissed her, biting her lip with unrestrained intensity. Her wet, soft tongue was like a nimble serpent, pressing into Yu Guiyao’s mouth, swaying and enticing her into that fragrant depths, intertwining their breaths…

“Sister…”

At a certain peak, the other person’s body went taut, as if she wanted to say something to her. Yu Guiyao leaned in to listen, her lips curling up unconsciously, but the dream suddenly dissolved. Noisy voices flooded her ears.

“She’s smiling! Is she about to wake up?!”

“She should be. Her heart rate is very fast, her body temperature is extremely high, and her fingertips just moved.”

“It’s a miracle! A vegetable who’s been bedridden for seven years is actually waking up!”

“Miss! The Eldest Miss is waking up! She’s waking up!”

Yu Guiyao: “???”

She had finally managed to have that kind of dream—what the hell was this? A dream within a dream? A vegetable for seven years? Eldest Miss? Does she think this is some melodramatic Mary Sue novel?

She was clearly just sleeping on the deck of a boat. After a month of deep-sea fishing, she had finally managed to get a peaceful sleep. Thinking of this, her anger flared. She snapped her eyes open and shouted, “Uncle! The geography here is bad, I’m moving somewhere else to sleep!”

“!!!”

But when she opened her eyes, she was shocked. She wasn’t on a deck at all. Instead, she was in a hospital ward with snow-white walls and snow-white bedding. A group of doctors in white coats surrounded her, their faces filled with astonishment.

As they stared at each other, Yu Guiyao quickly shut her eyes, thinking she was dreaming. But outside, chaos had already broken out.

“She’s awake! Miss Fu is awake!”

“Go tell President Fu immediately!”

“Check her vital signs! We must stabilize the patient’s condition!”

Hearing these words, Yu Guiyao frowned and tried to hypnotize herself. Wake up, wake up fast. What kind of nightmare is this? If I’m going to dream, I should at least dream of something good…

However, in the next second, she heard an urgent female voice.

“Sister!”

The voice was incredibly beautiful. Reaching her ears, it felt like a feather tickling her, making her entire body go soft. Yu Guiyao couldn’t resist; she peeked with one eye and saw an unexpected person.

Fu Wenchen?!

Wasn’t the beautiful woman in front of her the Movie Queen, Fu Wenchen, who constantly appeared as the lead in every prime-time TV drama? At the same age, Yu Guiyao was still running around every day to pay off debts, while the other woman was already a “Triple Crown” Movie Queen with more awards than she could hold. Her drama-obsessed grandmother talked about how beautiful she was every day, claiming she loved her to death.

To think such a person would appear in her dream, and in this state. To be honest, she was much more beautiful in person than on TV.

In the past, Fu Wenchen usually played powerful female leads—a brave underground resistance member in a spy thriller, a cold and aloof immortal in a fantasy cultivation drama, or a suffering but resilient commoner in a period piece… She embodied every role she took. Outside of her roles, she was elegant and noble, a beauty that didn’t seem to belong to the mortal world.

But now, she seemed to have stepped into the mundane world, becoming the person in this dream.

Yu Guiyao briefly wondered if she had gone insane. Why else would she dream of someone so completely unrelated to her real life? But the woman was clearly standing there. Her eyes were slightly red, shimmering with starlight-like tears as she looked at her.

Embarrassed by the gaze, Yu Guiyao quickly turned her head away. But after a moment, she couldn’t help but look back, staring at the other woman blankly.

Fu Wenchen had a cold, glamorous face. Her eyes were classic “peach blossom” eyes, her willow-leaf brows were curved, and she had a deeply charming beauty mark at the corner of her eye. Looking only at her brows and eyes, there was a hint of mixed heritage with a fox-like allure; but as a whole, she looked like the peerless, cold beauties of 1980s Hong Kong cinema. She had a high bridge to her nose, thin, cold lips, and a small mole on her cheek. Currently, her eyes were misty with tears and her face was pale, as if she were viewed through a filter of exhaustion. The way those eyes looked at her with such deep affection made Yu Guiyao feel weak in the knees.

Was this some kind of filming set? No, it didn’t look like it.

Yu Guiyao saw she was wearing casual clothes—a simple shirt and jeans—yet she made them look like high fashion on a runway. Her slender neck looked like it could be snapped with one hand. Her shirt was buttoned all the way to the top, looking both “abstinent” and pure.

The woman slowly approached her, appearing somewhat at a loss, much like a child who had done something wrong. Her long hair was draped messily over her shoulders, and tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to fall. It wasn’t until she reached the bedside and slowly knelt down that she lowered her head, and the tears instantly slid from the corners of her eyes.

She closed her eyes and carefully gripped a corner of Yu Guiyao’s clothes. She held on tightly, as if afraid she would be pushed away. Her voice was low, raspy, and dry:

“Sister, I was wrong… I’m sorry…”

“I believe you now. Please, forgive me, okay?”

Fu Wenchen pressed her face against the corner of the clothing, like a child clinging to an elder. The tears kept falling: “I’ll never be like that again. I beg you, don’t push me away…”

Before Yu Guiyao could react, a snippet of virtual subtitles suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of her eyes. A short line of text that vanished in an instant:

Welcome back, Host. Villain’s Blackening Value: 99. Main Mission: Make Fu Wenchen happy.

“???”

What the hell was this? Was she seeing things? Was she crazy? Why should she care if Fu Wenchen was happy or not? What did that have to do with her?

The moment she finished complaining internally, Fu Wenchen looked up in shock, a crystal-clear tear sliding down her cheek. “Don’t ignore me… I’ll go crazy…”

“Please, don’t leave me…”

The other woman seemed heartbroken to the extreme, her voice trembling. But Yu Guiyao could only say: “But…”

“I don’t even know you.”

That short sentence stunned everyone in the room. Fu Wenchen was speechless, looking on in disbelief. Yu Guiyao, however, didn’t care. She asked with an innocent face: “What did you just call me? Sister? You’re my sister?”

What kind of international joke is this?

But considering this was a dream—and her dream at that—couldn’t she do whatever she wanted? Forget about the Movie Queen being her sister; it was possible for the Emperor of Heaven to be her dad.

At this thought, Yu Guiyao’s lips curled up into a fawning smile. “My dear sister! Your big sister has been having some financial difficulties lately. I’ll give you a bank account number—can you lend me some money?”

“Not much, just twenty thousand!”

Everyone in the room: “!!!”

Hearing her words, Fu Wenchen’s gaze suddenly darkened, staring at her intensely. Yu Guiyao felt a chill run down her spine and quickly laughed. “I’m joking…”

Of course she was joking. This was her dream; did she really need to borrow money in a dream? In a dream, she must be a billionaire.

As she thought this, Yu Guiyao shouted excitedly, “Quick, bring me my phone! I want to see the balance in my bank account…”

The doctors: “…”

A mysterious silence fell over the room. Fu Wenchen bit her lip. Seeing Yu Guiyao’s pure and naive expression, she didn’t look like she was lying. Tears blurred her vision again, and her heart throbbed with pain.

She looks really hit by this?

Yu Guiyao wanted to sit up to say something more, but unexpectedly, her whole body was weak; she couldn’t even lift her hand. She frowned. Just then, a pair of soft, slender hands suddenly grabbed her left hand.

The hands were cold. Those icy fingertips brushed over the back of her hand, slipped between her fingers, and interlocked with hers, tugging at her heartstrings. Then, Fu Wenchen actually lowered her head, touched her nose lightly against Yu Guiyao’s fingertips, then looked up to meet her eyes through tears. She asked in a low voice: “Sister, do you truly not remember me?”

“I really don’t know you. I’ve only seen you on TV. You’re the Movie Queen, after all…” Yu Guiyao spoke the truth without a care, since this was a dream anyway.

But before she could finish, Fu Wenchen suddenly covered her mouth. With the cold hand over her lips, Yu Guiyao blinked. She then saw the other woman turn her head away and say sternly to the doctor: “Is my sister’s condition amnesia? How could she not remember me?”

Amnesia? This dream was really fun—going for a transmigration plotline, huh?

Thinking of this, Yu Guiyao’s eyes brightened. She also turned her head toward the doctor and nodded obediently. “Mm-hmm. Amnesia.”

The doctors: “…”

“Um… perhaps the patient suffered a massive blow before the coma. So, upon waking up, she is unwilling to face reality and has chosen selective amnesia…” The doctor deliberated for a long time before reaching this conclusion.

A massive blow? Yu Guiyao looked at Fu Wenchen in confusion.

But the latter merely lowered her head, seemingly unwilling to mention it. Her eyes grew even deeper. She then had her assistant escort the doctors out of the room.

Once everyone was gone, the door was shut tight. Yu Guiyao wanted to speak, but Fu Wenchen suddenly leaned down. Those peach blossom eyes were filled with shimmering tears like a brilliant galaxy. She suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of Yu Guiyao’s hospital gown.

“I really have amnesia.” Yu Guiyao wanted to hide, but the other woman’s other hand grabbed her jaw, as if afraid she would struggle. Those long eyelashes lowered slowly, her gaze fixed on Yu Guiyao’s lips. She tilted her head slightly and slowly lowered her face…

Hot breath brushed against Yu Guiyao’s cheek. Their lips grew closer. Yu Guiyao’s heart beat faster and faster, her face flushing completely. “Wait, wait, wait???”

“I’m your sister!” Her gaze darted around frantically.