The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The woman’s eyes curved like crescents; she was clearly teasing her.

Yet, for some reason, Yu Guiyao fell for it every time. Looking at the smiling face so close to her own, her heart skipped a beat and her ears flushed a deep crimson. After only a moment’s hesitation, she tilted her head and kissed her.

Their hot breaths mingled as their lips met. The soft sensation sent her heart into a frantic rhythm, and her cheeks burned.

Fu Wenchen’s eyes were full of mischief. She guided Yu Guiyao’s hand to continue its sliding motion, teasing, “And? That’s it? Just a kiss?”

Realizing what she was doing, Yu Guiyao’s flush spread down to her neck. She stopped her hand abruptly and argued stubbornly, “You only said if I kissed you, you’d tell me. You didn’t say anything else…”

“So you’re saying if I go back on my word right now—refuse the kiss and tell you that I’ll only talk if you make love to me—you’d agree?~”

Fu Wenchen laughed even more wantonly. She hooked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck and lightly sucked on her lip. Her body rubbed against her in the embrace, causing a surge of heat to rise in Yu Guiyao, who quickly turned her head away. “I didn’t mean that…”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I just… didn’t mean that…”

The skin beneath Yu Guiyao’s fingertips felt like tender tofu, incredibly smooth. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Fu Wenchen kept it pinned. Theoretically, she could have pulled away with just a bit of strength, but her heart was racing so fast she couldn’t bring herself to break the contact. Instead, with burning ears, she whispered, “What exactly do you want?”

“You’re still injured. What if it gets worse? You can’t be reckless…”

Fu Wenchen understood perfectly. She means as long as it doesn’t hurt and isn’t reckless, it’s fine…

In an instant, a spark lit up her eyes. She leaned in to kiss the woman again, her voice turning soft and needy: “Then how do we do it without hurting?”

“Aren’t you very skilled? You should know how to do it so the injury doesn’t get serious, right?”

“I really want it~”

Her voice was like rain falling into a clear spring, making one’s ears tingle. Facing those expectant eyes, Yu Guiyao’s face grew even hotter. I definitely didn’t mean it that way!

Helpless, she could only press: “Answer my previous question first…”

“Meaning, if I answer, you’ll satisfy my request?” Fu Wenchen kissed her cheek, a glint of tears already appearing in her eyes.

Her peach-blossom eyes always made people’s hearts soften when they welled up, and the teardrop mole added a touch of seduction. Feeling the woman’s rapid breathing, Yu Guiyao finally began to waver.

She knew she was being a bit hypocritical; she wanted this too, but she always found reasons to hypnotize herself into maintaining her dwindling moral stance. In her heart, she felt she and Fu Wenchen belonged to two different worlds. She was an ordinary worker living a disciplined life to pay off debts, while Fu Wenchen was a Best Actress and the daughter of the Fu family. Even if they had become intimate by chance, it felt temporary—perhaps in less than a month, once the novelty wore off, they would go their separate ways.

She was afraid that she would be the one left hurting, afraid of falling too deep, which was why she constantly restrained herself.

But thinking about the mall incident, Fu Wenchen must have planned it long ago. She had made Yu Guiyao a part of her plan, tying them to the same boat. They had to face this together. She must be desperate, Yu Guiyao thought. Fu Wenchen had said there was no one else willing to take a sword for her. So, she had pulled Yu Guiyao into her camp, wanting to rely on her…

Yu Guiyao wasn’t angry. She even thought that perhaps she should stop looking for excuses and respond based on her feelings.

Slowly, she nodded. “Mhm…”

“But you have to tell me the truth.” Her eyes flickered as she continued, “And your relationship with Gu Ruoqin. Tell me…”

She really wasn’t jealous; she was just… very concerned. Curious. Meeting the woman’s gaze, her look became firm. “Tell me, and I’ll… try with you.”

Looking into those beautiful fox-like eyes, Fu Wenchen’s heart hammered. Her eyes grew hot as she hugged the woman’s neck tightly.

“You’re so good. You aren’t even mad at me.”

“It was my fault for doing it without your consent, but I really had no choice…” Tears streamed down her face as she explained, “The reason I said those things in public and made that bet with Mrs. Gu was to take revenge on them—to avenge Gu Ruoqin.”

“Ruoqin and I grew up together; we were very close. But after that kidnapping, she died in the fire. Meanwhile, her mother and sister—who had abandoned her for money years ago—stepped in to steal her identity, her inheritance, and all the honors she earned in life. How could I not hate them?”

“Maybe that kidnapping was even orchestrated by Mrs. Gu herself.”

“And you… you look so much like her. That’s why I acted impulsively and made the bet.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you play this role for nothing. I’ll give you money. Just… don’t leave me…”

Fu Wenchen’s tears flowed faster. Of course, she couldn’t let Yu Guiyao know the truth. She was terrified of the woman regaining her memory, which was why she lied and said Gu Ruoqin was dead. She wanted to use this method to bind her to her side—it was the perfect solution: prevent her from remembering the past while helping her reclaim everything that belonged to her. She stared at Yu Guiyao with a gaze full of obsession.

Yu Guiyao was shocked. “Gu Ruoqin is really dead?”

“And even if we look similar, we aren’t identical. I’m not her, after all. How can we win this bet?”

“Also… are you treating me as a substitute?” She looked at Fu Wenchen, thinking it made sense now—no wonder she liked her so much so quickly. She was a replacement. A substitute is fine. I’ll take the money and leave; it’s simpler that way. Despite the logic, she felt a pang of sadness.

But at that moment, Fu Wenchen grabbed her face and kissed her, tears falling. She said hoarsely, “You are not a substitute!”

“I don’t love Gu Ruoqin. I only saw her as a childhood friend. I just want to help her get revenge.”

“But with you… I’ve never felt my heart race like this…” She sobbed harder, her voice softening. “Even with my Sister… after meeting you, I realized my feelings for her were just simple dependence, just family affection.”

“That’s why I want to forget the past and start something new with you…”

Seeing her teary eyes, Yu Guiyao’s heart melted completely. She reached out to wipe the tears away, coaxing her gently, “I understand. Don’t cry anymore…”

“Mhm…” Fu Wenchen took her wrist, nuzzling her palm like a kitten clinging to its owner. Her eyes were full of devotion. “As for the bet, don’t worry.”

“Gu Nianzhi had plastic surgery abroad and even added a mole. She probably wanted to use Gu Ruoqin’s identity to start over, but she hated her original face, so she changed it.”

“This actually gives us an advantage. Right now, your face looks more like the eighteen-year-old Gu Ruoqin than hers does. As for the DNA test, I’ll rig it. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we win!”

The more Yu Guiyao heard, the more far-fetched it seemed. “I still think it’s risky. If I pretend to be her and fail, what happens to you? Will the Gu family let you go?”

“But I’ve already made the public announcement…” Fu Wenchen played the weak card, burying her face in Yu Guiyao’s shoulder and sobbing quietly. “What should I do? It’s Mrs. Gu’s fault for being so arrogant; I couldn’t hold back. I really don’t want those two to take everything. Ruoqin is dead, and even her identity is being stolen—she doesn’t even have her own grave…”

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. If we’re exposed, I’ll take all the responsibility. It won’t affect you…”

Feeling the warm tears on her neck, Yu Guiyao’s heart softened further. Yes, Gu Ruoqin’s story is truly tragic. She had read a report about her being burned alive. Someone who contributed so much to the country shouldn’t end up like this. It was natural for Fu Wenchen to be this angry for a friend.

She finally compromised. “I’ll try my best to act like Gu Ruoqin. If we succeed, I won’t keep her identity. We’ll just expose those two…”

Fu Wenchen looked up instantly, tears still hanging from her lashes. She pecked Yu Guiyao on the cheek. “You’re so good… I’m so grateful you’re willing to do this for me.”

Yu Guiyao, seeing more tears threatened, cupped her face. “We’ve cleared things up, so stop crying, okay?”

In truth, she still had lingering doubts about the “substitute” thing. On one hand, Fu Wenchen said she didn’t love Gu Ruoqin, but on the other, she had fallen for Yu Guiyao in just two days. Isn’t “love at first sight” just about looks? She just likes my face.

Yet, those doubts crumbled into pity the moment she saw her cry. Yu Guiyao liked Fu Wenchen’s face too—it felt as if they had known each other forever. After learning about her background, she liked her even more.

Thinking this, Yu Guiyao held her face and leaned in to kiss her. This was the first time she followed her heart and kissed her of her own accord. She closed her eyes, savoring her lips as their breathing grew heavy.

Fu Wenchen’s tears fell across her face. She could hear the woman’s inner voice. She says she likes me… Her heart hammered. She hugged Yu Guiyao’s neck tightly and kissed back. They moved together, their lips creating a loud, rhythmic sound as they sucked and tasted each other.

The sensation was soft, hot, and sent a numbing tingle down her spine. Fu Wenchen knew this was a deception she had carefully crafted, but she would use any means necessary to keep the woman from remembering the past and leaving her. She gripped Yu Guiyao’s collar, kissing her with increasing frenzy.

Without realizing it, Yu Guiyao’s tongue pried open her teeth. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity shot through them. Fu Wenchen’s tongue wrapped around hers wildly, but Yu Guiyao’s was more forceful, swirling and drinking in the sweetness.

Soon, Fu Wenchen’s mouth went numb. Her breathing was chaotic as she rubbed her body against Yu Guiyao’s. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved. The trench coat slid down, revealing her beautiful neck and bare back, which was tattooed with pink gardenias. The flowers made her skin look like snow, and her waist looked like a slender willow branch.

Yu Guiyao felt the tremor in her waist. Her own heart trembled. She slowly pulled away from the kiss and whispered, “Do you… really want me to continue?”

A silver thread of saliva connected their lips. Her husky voice made Fu Wenchen’s ears tingle. With a red face, she hooked her arms around Yu Guiyao’s neck and kissed her again, murmuring, “Yes, I want to… so much…”

Yu Guiyao’s face was completely red. She tried to calm her racing heart, but it was no use. This was her first time taking the initiative, wanting to open the other’s heart and feel the warmth. But as her fingertips touched the woman’s lips and felt the transparent fluid trickling out, she knew she couldn’t.

Because the woman was injured—especially the internal “wound.” She couldn’t be such a beast. She slowly withdrew her hand.

Hearing her inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen was frustrated. This is what they call shooting yourself in the foot. She grabbed Yu Guiyao’s wrist and pleaded with teary eyes, “It’s not that serious, I can…”

“I’m so ‘itchy,’ please…”

“No,” Yu Guiyao refused, sounding heartless.

Just as Fu Wenchen was about to throw a tantrum, the backrest of the seat was lowered. The entire backseat became a comfortable bed. Yu Guiyao flipped over, pinning her to the bed, and kissed her lips tenderly. “I’ll try another method…”

Fu Wenchen’s body went limp. Her heart raced; the air in the cramped car was stifling and hot. Her trench coat was spread beneath her, her skin shining like snow. Yu Guiyao sat up slightly and unbuttoned her own shirt. “These clothes are too expensive. Wait for me to put them away…”

Fu Wenchen laughed and nodded. “Okay~”

She didn’t take her eyes off the woman for a second. She watched her fold the shirt and skirt, then the underwear, as if performing a religious rite. Her burning gaze swept over every inch of Yu Guiyao’s body. Yu Guiyao was perfectly proportioned—lean, with firm, beautiful abs that only showed a smooth, flowing curve when she exerted strength.

Faced with such intense scrutiny, Yu Guiyao blushed. She propped herself up on her elbows and knees and slowly lowered her body until she made contact, afraid of any rejection. Their chests touched first—a sensation like cotton and silk combined. Smooth and yielding.

As their bodies pressed together, Fu Wenchen’s face flushed as if she had a fever. “What ‘method’ are you going to use?”

Yu Guiyao was burning hot all over, but the body beneath her felt cool and refreshing. Her throat was dry. She boldly reached down to those “lips,” only to find them drenched, as if a bottle of wine had been spilled there.

With gauze still on her palm, she used her fingertips to part those petals while parting her own “lips” as well. She aligned them perfectly. In an instant, the “little tongues” within their lips rubbed against each other.

Fu Wenchen understood. She hooked her arms around the woman’s neck. Yu Guiyao held her back and asked, “Is this okay?”

“Also… I have something else to ask you…”

At a time like this, you want to ask questions? Fu Wenchen actively moved her hips, and the slight motion caused their “little tongues” to grind together, sending a wave of numbness from the point of contact. Those little buds were pink and tender, like little tomatoes. A flood of transparent fluid surged out, drowning the meeting of their lips.

Yu Guiyao asked, “I wanted to ask… how did Mrs. Gu and Nianzhi leave the family because of money?”

“Work harder, or I won’t tell you,” Fu Wenchen said petulantly. Her finger traced the mole on Yu Guiyao’s neck. “You started this, yet now you’re not moving…”

Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red. “I wanted to see your reaction first. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“Who said I don’t like it?” Fu Wenchen kissed her mouth. “I love it~”

Hearing that, Yu Guiyao felt more confident. She began to rhythmically move her body up and down. “Can you tell me now?”

Fu Wenchen wrapped her legs around Yu Guiyao’s waist to make the contact tighter. Her soul felt like it was drifting into another world as their lips ground together. Sparks of electricity shot up her spine. It felt like being hit by a series of lightning strikes, sending numbing shocks through her brain and body. She trembled and swayed as if she were ascending to heaven, tingling from her head to her toes. Every cell in her body was shouting with excitement.

Transparent fluid kept pouring out, mixing with Yu Guiyao’s. Fu Wenchen’s chest heaved as she panted. “It’s so ‘itchy,’ help me ‘scratch’ harder, then I’ll tell you~”

Yu Guiyao knew exactly where she meant. She had been careful of the “wound,” but the woman seemed desperately “itchy,” swaying her body to the rhythm. Yu Guiyao complied, using the strength of her knees and holding the woman’s back tightly as she moved with a frantic pace, “scratching” the itch with the pressure of her own body. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, like that!” Fu Wenchen gasped. “The year Ruoqin was five, the Gu family had big trouble. The old Master ‘died’ suddenly…”

She panted, calling out, “Ah… Mrs. Gu had already been involved with that nouveau riche Wang. She took Nianzhi and remarried him.”

“But she didn’t know the old Master faked his death to protect the family while they went undercover to investigate some criminal syndicate. A few years later, the operation was over, and the Gu family became even more powerful than before.”

“Mrs. Gu regretted it then. She brought Nianzhi to visit frequently, trying to get back in, but the old Master kicked them out.”

Fu Wenchen groaned as if in pain. The base of the black car swayed up and down. From the outside, the entire vehicle seemed to be vibrating.

Her voice echoed in the car: “After the kidnapping, Nianzhi stole Ruoqin’s identity, and that allowed Mrs. Gu to mend her relationship with the family. Do you understand now?”

“Mhm…” Yu Guiyao’s eyes were full of tears that slid into her hair. She was shaking all over. “I understand.”

Sweat beaded on Yu Guiyao’s forehead. She held the woman tightly, her back moving up and down as if she were “applying medicine.” Streams of transparent “medicine” flowed from her own lips into Fu Wenchen’s, where they mingled and spilled onto the seat.

Fu Wenchen kissed her, eyes full of tears. “Next time… when I’m healed, can you feed that water into my stomach? I want to hold it inside~”

Yu Guiyao’s neck turned red. “How… how do you ‘feed’ it?”

“Use a syringe… inject it.” Fu Wenchen sucked on her lip, her eyes full of love.

Entranced by that gaze, Yu Guiyao pried her teeth open and swirled her tongue inside her mouth. Down below, the perfectly aligned lips ground together, their “little tongues” gorged with blood and rubbing frantically.

Fu Wenchen felt like she was soaking in a hot spring, waves of numbness washing over her. She felt like she had a high fever. Her skin was flushed, and she was surrounded by steam, yet she was being pressed by a block of “ice.” She and the woman rubbed against the “ice” in each other’s arms, their hot breaths mingling as they kissed and tangled their tongues.

Time passed, but she felt no fatigue. Instead, her body was buffeted by lightning strikes. Her toes curled in pleasure. Suddenly, a large amount of transparent fluid sprayed out, mixing with the other. Fortunately, the trench coat protected the seat, but even so, a large patch was soaked through.

Fu Wenchen clung to Yu Guiyao’s shoulders, her body spasming before finally going limp.

That was fast, Yu Guiyao thought with a smile as she kissed her lip.

But Fu Wenchen was annoyed. She glared with tearful eyes. “Why didn’t you ‘finish’ with me?!”

“No, again!”

She called me fast? I’ve been going for twenty minutes! Fu Wenchen thought. The fact that the other woman didn’t finish after twenty minutes meant her feelings weren’t as intense! It meant she didn’t like her as much… She grew angrier and wanted another round.

But Yu Guiyao suddenly touched those parted lips with her finger. Fu Wenchen hissed in sharp pain. “Siss!”

“Hurts now, doesn’t it?” Yu Guiyao looked at her tenderly and kissed the corner of her mouth. “After twenty minutes, your lips would be swollen, let alone down here.”

“I think you need to rest for a few days.”

Fu Wenchen was nearly driven crazy. “No!” This damn body is useless. Other people can go for seven days and nights without stopping, but this one fails at the key moment!

“No…” she cried. “I’ll be better soon. I still want to play with the syringe~”

Where on earth did she learn these things? What syringe? She’s mentioned it twice now. Yu Guiyao only knew about double-ended massagers. She blushed.

Fu Wenchen wrapped her legs around her waist. “Yes, like that double-ended toy. I want to play.”

“Talk about it when you’re healed,” Yu Guiyao’s heart trembled as she changed the subject.

But Fu Wenchen clung to her, feeling wronged. “The ‘vibration’ wasn’t intense enough this time. I’m not satisfied.”

“You!” Yu Guiyao was speechless. She grabbed the clothes and helped her dress, eyes downcast. “Next time…”

“Fine. You can’t run away anyway~” Fu Wenchen smiled and cooperated. “Let’s go meet my parents now.”

“Mhm.” Yu Guiyao found a wet wipe and cleaned her up. But the more she cleaned, the more shocked she became.