The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

“I just like playing for thrills—so what?”

In an instant, Fu Wenchen’s own temper flared. She knelt up slightly and grabbed Yu Guiyao’s hand, pressing it directly onto her thigh and slowly sliding it upward. Her other hand hooked around Yu Guiyao’s neck as she challenged: “I want to do it with you outside~”

“I want to kiss you, I want to mess around with you… the more people there are, the more excited I get…”

Her voice was soft and melodious, carrying a seductive spell. Before Yu Guiyao could pull her hand back, it was already hidden by the ultra-short skirt, the texture like smooth, slippery silk.

She hurriedly retracted her hand. Meeting the woman’s eyes—which were brimming with flirtatious intent—her heart hammered against her ribs, and the tips of her ears turned red.

“You…”

She’s really not afraid…

How could they do such a thing outside? If someone saw them, it would be social suicide. While complaining in her heart, she quickly pulled the underwear out of her pocket, firmly grabbed the other’s legs, and frowned: “No! Put them on.”

“Are you regretting it? Didn’t you just say you’d accompany me?”

Fu Wenchen’s lips curved into a slight smile, her eyes dark and deep as she watched her. Her fingertips stroked Yu Guiyao’s earlobe: “As long as no one sees, it’s fine~”

“Do you dare say you don’t like a thrill? Everyone likes excitement…”

She spoke slowly, her voice soft and evocative. Stared down like that, Yu Guiyao’s face turned red. She quickly stuffed the other’s legs into the underwear and pulled them up gently, muttering: “If you keep talking, I’m sewing your mouth shut.”

“Mmh~”

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenchen leaned in proactively, her eyes crinkling. She pointed to her red lips: “Sewing won’t do. Block them instead~”

Yu Guiyao stared at her lips, feeling helpless yet infected by her smile. She instinctively leaned in and gave those red lips a sudden, firm kiss.

With a wet pop, their lips met and quickly parted. The contact was soft, accompanied by a brief surge of numbness.

Fu Wenchen was satisfied. Her cheeks were dyed with the vivid color of dawn as she hugged Yu Guiyao’s neck, wanting another kiss. But Yu Guiyao quickly retreated, feeling a bit annoyed and flustered: “Are we getting married or not? If we are, let’s go…”

Truly crazy, she scolded herself. I must have been possessed. This woman was a scumbag, a little liar; she absolutely couldn’t fall for her. She just had to be a substitute…

“You kissed me first!”

Hearing her inner thoughts, Fu Wenchen bit her lip again, tears flickering in her eyes.

Fine, I’m a scumbag, I’m a liar—so what? Once we’re married, you’ll be mine forever. Don’t even think about leaving!

Thinking this, Fu Wenchen put on an annoyed expression. Bracing her sore legs, she was the first to get out of bed and head for the door to grab her bag.

She wore the ultra-short skirt, revealing a pair of slender white legs. With her formal shirt, she looked somewhat like she was in a JK (schoolgirl) uniform, but the outfit on her had a mature, inviting edge. Not to mention the dense hickey marks on her neck; as she walked, the hem of her skirt swayed, revealing a few stray “strawberry” marks on her thighs that made the observer blush.

Yu Guiyao quickly chased after her, holding a silk scarf and a black trench coat. She caught her from behind, gently tying the scarf around her neck and helping her into the coat. Her voice instinctively softened: “Wear a pair of leggings at least.”

Fu Wenchen: “……”

“Absolutely not!”

She shot her a glare and kept walking, saying stubbornly: “It’s not like anyone is going to see the hickey marks on my inner thighs, right?”

Yu Guiyao’s face flushed at the words. Her mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene that morning when she had held those legs and kissed those two “lips.” They were pink and white, incredibly beautiful. She had sucked the clear fluid, licked the fold, and left dense kisses all around, planting strawberry marks all the way to the inner thighs.

Thinking of it now, her ears burned. Looking at the angry woman before her, she reached out, pulled her into her arms, and swept her up into a princess carry.

“What are you doing~”

Fu Wenchen was surprised, her cheeks crimson. She quickly hugged Yu Guiyao’s neck as she was carried all the way to the underground garage.

“I saw you were walking like a newborn deer…”

Yu Guiyao didn’t dare look at her. It wasn’t until they reached the car that she remembered: “We didn’t bring our household registers (Hukou) or ID cards.”

Fu Wenchen thought she was a bit slow. She couldn’t help but tug at the back of Yu Guiyao’s collar, her heart soaring at the thought of the marriage. She suppressed her rising smile: “Mine is in my bag. Yours requires a trip home.”

So she had everything ready.

Well, she even had the contract ready.

Yu Guiyao didn’t know what to feel. She had never imagined such a day. To wake up and suddenly be getting married—and to the world-famous Movie Queen, no less. She mused as she replied: “I’ll drive the car near the house. You wait for me, and I’ll go get it myself.”

“Mm. No running away.”

“As if.”

Seeing her so obedient, Fu Wenchen couldn’t help but smile. All her previous gloom vanished. But then, she heard the other’s thoughts again.

As if. That’s five million yuan.

Besides, even if it’s a contract marriage, I can’t deny that I don’t dislike marrying Fu Wenchen. I once thought about actually dating her properly… too bad she’s a scumbag and a villain who could kill someone at any moment

For the money, I’ll just have to deal with this for now…

As Yu Guiyao thought this, she kept walking. She didn’t expect the woman in her arms to suddenly lean down and bite her neck hard.

She was baffled: “Why did you bite me?”

Though she called it a “hard bite,” it only left a neat row of tooth marks. The sensation of being mouthed was wet and hot. Fu Wenchen bit her but didn’t say a word. Once placed in the car, she turned her head away, sulking.

“Are you angry?”

Yu Guiyao didn’t understand. She had already agreed to marry her. The contract hadn’t been signed yet; she should be the one afraid of Fu Wenchen backing out. But Fu Wenchen had red eyes, looking like she’d been bullied: “It’s nothing. It’s all my fault. I’m a scumbag, I’m crazy, I’m a pervert, I’m shameless, I lied to you…”

“But I just like you. That is a fact that will never change!”

She met Yu Guiyao’s gaze again. Her eyes were full of tears, dark and intense, staring as if her love were about to overflow—mad and obsessive…

Yu Guiyao quickly looked away, thinking she really was insane! If only Gu Ruoqin could crawl out of her grave. The woman was dead, yet Fu Wenchen’s love was so deep she was projecting it onto a substitute. It was a lot to handle.

Feeling panicked by those eyes, she closed the car door and said: “I’ll drive…”

She didn’t speak to Fu Wenchen the whole way until she hid the car in a remote area outside the village. Opening the back window, she said: “I’m going home to get the register.”

Fu Wenchen seemed to have slept during the drive. Leaning against the back seat, she was startled awake by the voice. Her eyes were misty. Seeing Yu Guiyao outside, she scrambled to the window, watching her with red eyes: “Don’t run away.”

That was the second time today. Yu Guiyao found it funny: “I won’t.”

Fu Wenchen added: “Then come back quickly.” She seemed restless, even preparing to get out: “Forget it, I’ll go with you…”

“No need,” Yu Guiyao stopped her. “You can’t be spotted by the Village Entrance Intelligence Agency (the gossiping elders).”

For some reason, even though she knew she shouldn’t have feelings for her, seeing those teary eyes made her heart soften. Yu Guiyao sighed in her heart and reached down.

A moment later, a small red flower appeared outside the car window. Under the sunlight, the tiny wild flower held between the woman’s slender fingers looked exceptionally beautiful. She gently tucked the flower behind Fu Wenchen’s ear and rubbed her hair, her gaze tender: “Wait for me.”

In that moment, Fu Wenchen’s heart rate spiraled out of control. Her eyes burned, but she could only stare blankly, feeling the touch. The flower made her look delicate and stunning, gold light dancing on her lashes. She took the woman’s hand and gently rubbed her cheek against the palm.

Yu Guiyao smiled at her and left a moment later.

She sneakily hopped over the wall to her house and asked her grandmother for the register. The old lady was overjoyed: “When are you bringing Wenchen back? How many tables should we set for the banquet?”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

After a long while spent soothing the old lady, she hopped back over the wall and checked her phone. News about the variety show Investigating the Real Culprit had already hit the trending searches. Rumor had it the trainees were moving in tonight. The crowd was in an uproar.

Holy crap, this show is so hardcore! It’s a criminal investigation type, and top students from various police academies are participating! What? Gu Ruoqin is going to be on this show?! She’s doing it to prove herself, right? After Fu Wenchen called her a fake in public. It’s been days. Why hasn’t the Gu family done anything? Is the “Prince and the Pauper” swap real or fake? I’m dying to know! Could it be that Fu Wenchen just made it up to pave the way for her little lover? Upstairs, why would Wenchen tell such a career-destroying lie? It must be true. Heh, not necessarily. Maybe she’s just lovesick and blinded by that fox spirit! Trust me, I heard the Gu family has already taken action. All the Gus went to F City to meet Fu Wenchen’s girlfriend, but no one believed it. They did a DNA test. Now, Gu Ruoqin is going on the show to slap the rumors in the face. For real? ……

Reading the comments, Yu Guiyao frowned. Fu Wenchen hadn’t told her the show was starting tonight. She had already told her grandmother she’d be going far away, so she returned to the car.

“Why didn’t you tell me the show starts tonight? Or do you not need me to go anymore?”

She closed the car door. The black car was parked in an uncultivated field, hidden behind tall grass. Seeing her return, Fu Wenchen immediately lunged forward to hug her waist, burying her face in Yu Guiyao’s chest and inhaling her scent deeply. Her anxiety finally began to subside.

In the five days they were apart, she had felt like going mad every second. Now, she would never be apart from her again. Fu Wenchen, eyes red, replied: “I’m going with you tonight.”

“Aren’t you filming?” Yu Guiyao was surprised.

Then she remembered the second-ranked trending search was about the actress who used a real sword to hurt her hand. That actress had been exposed for tax evasion and a messy private life; she had been blacklisted. This meant Fu Wenchen’s current movie was ruined because of that supporting actress… She felt bad for the crew’s hard work, and for the fact that Fu Wenchen had worked so late for five days only for it to be for nothing.

As she thought this, Fu Wenchen said: “The production found a new actor and plans to restart in a while. Everyone’s pay has been doubled, and the investment has doubled. So, I can accompany you to the show.”

What investor is so extravagant? Yu Guiyao looked at her.

The woman’s lips curled into a smile as she said: “I invested in it.”

Yu Guiyao: “……”

Then why did she say that investor from the Gu family wanted her to accompany him for drinks and she had to go?! Why go if you’re this rich!

Wait, last night she seemed to have injured someone at a drug party. Why hasn’t the police looked for her?

Everything that happened last night seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace on the internet. She was confused, but Fu Wenchen changed the subject: “Where’s the register? Let me see.”

Successfully diverted, Yu Guiyao took it out. Fu Wenchen looked at it, her gaze deepening. She was certain that seven years ago, Yu Guiyao had been brought to this small fishing village, and then someone helped her get an identity and set up this household register…

While she was lost in thought, Yu Guiyao saw her dazing. She quickly took out the medicine she bought on the way and lifted the ultra-short skirt: “I’ll apply the medicine for you first, then we’ll pack and head to A City as soon as possible.”

“I don’t know the first thing about investigating cases. I’m afraid I’ll embarrass you on the show, but public opinion is already very bad for you. We must go immediately!”

As she spoke, she pulled down the triangular piece of fabric. The fabric hung at the curve of the woman’s knees, revealing those two red, swollen “lips.”

The lips were slightly parted, appearing even more inflamed from the friction of the fabric. Inside, a section of the pink, tender tongue was visible—engorged and red, making one’s face heat up.

Yu Guiyao quickly squeezed some ointment onto her fingers.

Fu Wenchen, held by the waist, shivered at the stimulation of the cool ointment. She unconsciously spread her legs a bit wider as clear fluid flowed out. She stared intently at Yu Guiyao: “Do you care about me?”

“Apply it with your fingers…”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed: “I like your hands…”