The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“Are we really going to swing? I’ve never played on one before; it doesn’t seem that fun.”

But at the last moment, Fu Wenchen still felt that a kiss was far more useful than a swing. She hooked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck, lowered her head, and pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. She smiled. “How about we go back to the bed and kiss instead?”

“Your lips are already kissed red, and you want more?” Yu Guiyao looked down at her lips. They were like plump red cherries—one bite would be fresh and juicy. When they pressed against her, they were warm and soft, making her heart race.

She quickly averted her eyes and added, “Even if we kiss, it shouldn’t be the way you do it. If your lips get chapped or torn, you’ll be in pain again…”

“Then tell me, what ‘way’ should we use?” Seeing her blushing, Fu Wenchen couldn’t resist teasing her. “Clearly, it’s because you kiss too hard that they’re swollen~”

She leaned closer to the other’s ear, her voice soft like a gentle scolding: “Also, that place is swollen and hurt because that little pillar you gave me kept vibrating, and the calluses on your hand are too hard, going back and forth…”

“If it were normal—if you and I did it for real just once…” Fu Wenchen’s hand lightly stroked the mole on Yu Guiyao’s neck as she smiled. “As long as you’re gentle with me, I could go for a day and a night without stopping. I’d be perfectly fine, no swelling at all. I could sleep and go again the next day~”

“You… you’re exaggerating…”

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao felt like her face was going to spontaneously combust. Her ear was scorched by the other’s hot breath, turning a deep crimson that spread down her neck. The woman’s fingertip rested lightly against her throat; Yu Guiyao’s Adam’s apple bobbed as she looked at that smiling face, her heart rhythm completely chaotic.

Fu Wenchen gently rubbed the moving throat, closed her eyes, and kissed her cheek. Those red lips moved slowly, leaving a trail of soft warmth like a kitten affectionately nuzzling its owner. Yu Guiyao’s breathing turned ragged, and her grip around the woman tightened.

Fu Wenchen enjoyed this intimacy, saying with a smile, “It’s not an exaggeration at all. You’ve never had a girlfriend—this is just how lovers are, isn’t it? When you’re with someone you like, you don’t want to be apart for a single moment. You just want to stay close, kiss, and release all your affection…”

Besides, they hadn’t seen each other in seven years. she missed her so much she was going crazy. Now, she only wanted to be with her day and night, pouring out the years of longing buried in her heart.

Fu Wenchen opened her eyes slightly and bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. Her long, soft lashes hid the madness in her eyes as she whispered, “Since you’ve never been in love, let me teach you step-by-step, okay?”

“Okay…”

By the time Yu Guiyao realized what she was saying, she had already instinctively agreed. Her face was red, her eyelashes trembling. She didn’t dare look at the other, but Fu Wenchen thought she was too precious. Her heart hammered wildly, her gaze darkening as she suddenly kissed her again.

Her soft, thin lips captured the woman’s sexy, petal-like mouth. They pressed together, wet and soft, hearts beating violently in unison. Yu Guiyao walked toward the swing, her body stiff, her hands tightening around the woman she was carrying.

Fu Wenchen pushed further, clinging to her neck and beginning to suck on her lips inch by inch. Their hot breaths mingled, each inhale filled with the other’s scent. As Fu Wenchen tightened her arms, their bodies pressed closer—soft, fragrant, and sending a wave of numbness through Yu Guiyao.

A wet, soft tongue-tip peeked out as Fu Wenchen licked the seam of her lips, wanting to deepen the kiss. Yu Guiyao suddenly snapped back to her senses, hurriedly placed her on the swing, and turned her head away. Blushing, she said, “I don’t need you to teach me. I know how dating works…”

“Oh? How does it work?” Fu Wenchen was intrigued. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, appearing both tearful and starlit.

Meeting those eyes made Yu Guiyao’s heart tremble. Forcing herself to remain calm, she said, “It’s… watching movies together, eating, shopping, seeing the ocean, looking at stars, riding a Ferris wheel… Only when feelings reach a certain point do you move to holding hands, hugging, and kissing…”

She paused, seeing Fu Wenchen’s pleased expression, before continuing, “Normal couples wait until the feelings are mutual and the time is right before… making love. It’s not like what you said, starting right away with…”

At this, Fu Wenchen looked even happier. Her eyes curved like crescents, and she kept her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck. “Then let’s do what you said—movies, dinner, shopping, the ocean, the stars, the Ferris wheel…”

No one knew how much she longed to do these things with her—to be an ordinary couple, never to part. The thought made her heart swell. She looked up and kissed Yu Guiyao’s cheek, laughing. “I want to hold your hand while we shop and eat. I want to kiss you by the sea, under the stars, in a Ferris wheel. I want to do it in a private cinema…”

“And in big hotel beds, water beds, hot spring rooms, bathtubs, desks, sofas… I want to be with you in every corner of the room…”

Fu Wenchen was flushed with excitement, her words flowing faster and faster until she was suddenly silenced. Yu Guiyao, face burning, covered her chattering mouth, her voice trembling: “Those… we’ll talk about those later…”

Talk about them later? So it’s not impossible?

Fu Wenchen’s heart leaped with joy. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she grabbed Yu Guiyao’s collar, acting spoiled: “Yaoyao…”

She wanted a kiss. But before she could say it, Yu Guiyao pulled her hands away and hurriedly circled behind her, blushing. “I’ll push you on the swing.”

Fu Wenchen lowered her eyes, feeling a bit disappointed. “Okay…”

But a second later, Yu Guiyao took her hands and made her grip the ropes on either side. Once she was holding on, a push came from her back, sending her body soaring into the air. The ropes went taut, and she felt a momentary weightlessness, swinging so high she felt she could touch the sun if she just reached out.

Fu Wenchen’s heart raced with excitement. She never knew a swing could be this fun—or rather, the sensation triggered uncontrollable images in her mind.

In the bathroom, Yu Guiyao holding her, their tongues entwined. Sucking on each other’s lips, swirling, drinking in the sweetness. The buzzing pillar making her numb, while those long fingers reached inside to pull it out. On the swing, Yu Guiyao holding her, sliding a tablet into the “wound” until it was filled. On the grass, Yu Guiyao probing everywhere to find where it “hurt.”

She had lured her step by step, and that feeling was a hundred times more joyful than this. Honestly, Fu Wenchen didn’t believe the woman was as “stupid” as she acted, believing everything she was told. She preferred to believe that her “Sister” still liked her—that even with amnesia, she was still this good to her, agreeing to whatever she asked.

The thought filled her empty heart. She was excited; the weightlessness drowned her in those lingering, erotic memories and pure happiness. She smiled, her long hair billowing in the breeze, the air thick with floral scents. As she descended, she was caught again by those strong hands on her back and pushed upward once more.

This time, the swing went higher. Her legs straightened, and her hands gripped the ropes tight. The fiery sun pierced through the clouds, and she reached out one hand. With eyes shining, she laughed to the person behind her: “I feel like I can touch the sun…”

Her sun. This time, she would never let her leave again. Fu Wenchen’s eyes overflowed with love.

Hearing her voice, Yu Guiyao smiled back. “Is it fun?”

“Very fun.”

The light voice drifted back. Fu Wenchen was pushed higher and higher into the sky. Her smile was bathed in the warm sunlight, her skin glowing white yet flushed with heat. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Yu Guiyao smiled and pushed her again. Peach petals fell from the trees onto them both. In the play of light and shadow, they looked like a spring watercolor painting, every stroke a masterpiece.

After a while, Yu Guiyao was covered in sweat and slowed the swing. “I’m going to go wipe off the sweat…”

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen immediately turned around and grabbed her shirt, looking up at her. “I’ll help you…” Her expression was sincere, her gaze pure. “Take off your gloves and let me see your hands.”

Yu Guiyao didn’t understand why, but she complied. When the gloves came off, Fu Wenchen saw her hands were pale, likely from overexertion earlier. She wondered how the wounds on her palms were doing. She quickly unwrapped the gauze; fortunately, the injuries weren’t serious. She patiently re-bandaged them, saying, “Look, your hands are like this, and you still won’t let me help you?!” She frowned, her eyes full of concern.

Yu Guiyao felt like she was being led by the nose again. But meeting those eyes felt like being possessed—she nodded. When she came to, she was already carrying the woman toward the stream.

Fu Wenchen sat on a rock and helped unbutton her shirt. Once the shirt was off, it revealed a sports bra. Yu Guiyao had an excellent physique—wider shoulders than Fu Wenchen and distinct abdominal lines. Beads of sweat trickled down, disappearing into her jeans.

Fu Wenchen stared, never missing a beat as she soaked and wrung out the towel, patiently and gently wiping away the sweat. She looked up, their eyes meeting. Her movements were soft. She leaned in to kiss the corner of Yu Guiyao’s mouth. “In the future, even if I encounter danger, I won’t be afraid. You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

“Of course!” Yu Guiyao was tormented by the soft, gentle pressure. She wasn’t sure if the woman was doing it on purpose, but the towel-clutching hand kept lingering over her stomach. Her ears turned red, but she looked back firmly. “Even if I get hurt, I’ll never let you be harmed…”

At this, Fu Wenchen hugged her, resting her face on Yu Guiyao’s shoulder. Her eyes grew warm as she whispered, “Then hold me for a while~”

“Mhm.” Yu Guiyao hugged her back. For some reason, her heart felt warm too. They stayed like that for a long time. Eventually, the sweat was wiped away, though Fu Wenchen’s burning gaze made her blush intermittently.

Not long after, they left the secret base together. Fu Wenchen called a car to pick them up. When the car arrived at a certain mall’s VIP parking lot, Yu Guiyao was stunned. It turned out she was being taken to pick out clothes.

Before entering the mall, Fu Wenchen put a mask on her and whispered, “We’re going to meet my parents and some guests. You’re too beautiful—I’m not willing to let them see your face until the last possible second~”

Yu Guiyao was amused. Me? Beautiful? Compared to Fu Wenchen, who could be called beautiful? She stared at Fu Wenchen, who laughed and took her hand as they got out of the car. “Thanks for the compliment. Your eyes are telling me you think I’m beautiful~”

Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red. But once inside the mall, she realized the real purpose of the mask. A superstar couldn’t exactly stroll through a mall unnoticed. Shoppers recognized Fu Wenchen immediately; a crowd began to gather, one call attracting a hundred others. The mask was likely to protect Yu Guiyao’s privacy.

Though Fu Wenchen could walk, her legs were still weak, so Yu Guiyao supported her the entire time. The woman had thrown on a thin trench coat in the car to hide her rumpled shirt and short pajamas. Even without makeup, she was stunning—possessing the grace of a classic beauty stepping out of a painting. In contrast, Yu Guiyao felt like a mess in her wrinkled shirt and jeans.

A crowd gathered nearby, shouting, “Wenchen!” People were frantically taking photos. Fortunately, they went straight from the VIP elevator to a designer boutique. Staff blocked fans from entering, aided by the bodyguards Fu Wenchen had brought.

Yu Guiyao could already imagine this trending on social media. She whispered, “Later, make sure to clarify that I’m just your assistant helping you walk…”

Fu Wenchen found this funny. Her eyes curved as she beckoned Yu Guiyao closer. Curious, Yu Guiyao leaned down to hear what she had to say. Unexpectedly, Fu Wenchen stood on her tiptoes and kissed her on the cheek. Even through the mask, Yu Guiyao felt a wave of heat.

The fans outside saw this and started screaming: “Wenchen kissed her!” “Definitely the girlfriend!!!” “Ahhh, why her?!” “Because she’s Gu Ruoqin! Look at that shirt and those jeans—they look expensive. She wears them like a model!”

Yu Guiyao: “…” Expensive?

Amidst the noise, Fu Wenchen looked up and smiled. “We’ve already gone public. Do you think I’m going to ‘clarify’ now?”

“But…” Yu Guiyao’s mind went blank. If she had known, she would have dressed better. If the fans found out she wasn’t Gu Ruoqin, she’d be dragged through the mud for not being good enough…

Sensing her thoughts, Fu Wenchen’s eyes darkened. She tugged at Yu Guiyao’s shirt and whispered, “You are mine. You don’t need to care about anyone else’s eyes or words. I like you, and I’m the only one who needs to know how good you are to me.”

“Yu Guiyao, you are good enough for anyone. You are the best…”

The words were soft, yet they exploded in her mind. Yu Guiyao’s heart skipped a beat. She was handed two outfits and pushed toward the changing room. “Go change~”

“Mhm.” Yu Guiyao went in instinctively. Once inside, she immediately took out her phone and dialed 110 (police).

“Hello, I’m at the Hongxin Mall, 4th floor, in front of the Kiosk boutique. I’ve spotted the wanted fugitive Wang Ruiyin, ID number: T…”

Yu Guiyao was certain. The moment they stepped out of the VIP elevator, while everyone was looking at Fu Wenchen, she had noticed a suspicious man. He wore a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in baggy, ordinary clothes. But for some reason, she saw it instantly: height 168cm, shoe size 40, lean build, middle-aged frame. When he looked up for a split second, those eyes confirmed it—it was Wang Ruiyin, a Class B wanted criminal.

During her spare time, she had memorized the faces and details of high-reward fugitives from the official website. This Wang Ruiyin had a 30,000 yuan reward! Instead of hiding, he had come to a crowded mall to watch the spectacle. His shifty eyes and nervous movements gave him away. Even though she had no experience in this, Yu Guiyao decided to trust her gut. If she won, that was 30,000 yuan in her pocket!

She hung up and quickly changed clothes. Meanwhile, the officers who received the call were skeptical. Wang Ruiyin was a fugitive from City A, on the other side of the country. There was no reason for him to be in City F, a third-tier city. It made sense for a Best Actress to be there for filming, but a fugitive in a crowded mall? Regardless, they couldn’t ignore the lead.

…

Soon, Yu Guiyao finished changing. Just as she was about to step out, she heard a woman’s voice outside: “Oh, Wenchen! What a coincidence! Here to buy clothes?”

“My Ruoqin just got back and told me to hurry over to City F. I was thinking our two families should have dinner together tonight~”

The shop assistants and fans outside were stunned. “They’re already having dinner together? Meeting the parents!” “Haha, Mrs. Gu doesn’t know her daughter is right there in the changing room!” “What ‘coincidence’? She saw the crowd and heard Wenchen was here, then squeezed through…”

The crowd was loud. Fu Wenchen sat on the sofa flipping through a magazine, not even looking up. Mrs. Gu stood there awkwardly. Inside the changing room, Yu Guiyao opened the door and walked out.