The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red from the woman’s display. She simply looked away, deciding that what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over. She quickly took out a cotton swab and began carefully applying the ointment to the swollen areas.

Fu Wenchen was dissatisfied: “I don’t want that.”

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Yu Guiyao held her down, continuing to apply the medicine with the swab while frowning: “It’s swollen like this. Don’t be as stubborn as before.”

After messing around all night without rest, and then venting again this morning, she was a mess. Yu Guiyao didn’t believe she actually wanted more; it was just paranoia and bravado—insisting on this act to prove her so-called love, even if it hurt.

Truly a madwoman.

Yu Guiyao looked at her again, one hand firmly grasping her slender white leg, the other evening out the ointment.

But hearing those thoughts, Fu Wenchen was nearly faint with rage. She struggled, her eyes brimming with tears, and snapped: “You think I want this? This is just how my body is, what am I supposed to do?”

“Yes, I’m lewd! I just like you! Even if I die, I want to be with you, to do it with you! I cherish every time, every minute, every second we have together. I wish I could eat you up so you’d never leave me!”

Her voice grew louder, bordering on hoarse. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with a frantic light.

Yu Guiyao was stunned. Who called her lewd? Why is she insulting herself so harshly? She frowned and met the woman’s gaze.

Fu Wenchen stared back, tears multiplying, her chest feeling tighter.

Ultimately, Yu Guiyao was a time bomb. She wasn’t from this world. What if the “system” was unreliable? What if she vanished before the blackening value hit zero? It could happen some random morning, or even the next second…

Only Yu Guiyao’s touch could ease her mind. The desire in her heart grew wildly; she wanted to consume her, to swallow her whole so she could never leave.

Fu Wenchen’s heart grew darker. Tears fell as the fear she had suppressed for so long finally broke through, causing her to break down in uncontrollable sobs. She cried heartbreakingly, her face pale and her body shaking.

Yu Guiyao saw the despair in her eyes clearly. Yes, the woman was a madwoman—an obsessive, possessive madwoman who had collapsed after losing her greatest love. Even as a substitute, Yu Guiyao found her heart softening.

“Alright…”

She instinctively softened her tone and pulled the crying woman onto her lap, pressing her into her chest to comfort her. “I promise, once the swelling goes down, we’ll do whatever you want, okay?”

“It’s not your fault. I was too much, I didn’t have any self-control and caused you to get hurt. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in this much discomfort. Stop crying…”

Her voice grew gentler as she stroked the woman’s hair. Feeling the tenderness, Fu Wenchen cried even harder, burying her face in Yu Guiyao’s chest and greedily inhaling her scent, sobbing as she clung to her waist.

Yu Guiyao feared she would catch a cold, so she worked quickly. She parted one of the woman’s legs, put on a medical glove, and used two fingers to insert an anti-inflammatory tablet deep into the passage.

Feeling the movement, Fu Wenchen gripped Yu Guiyao’s clothes tightly. Her body trembled, and her tears fell faster. She whispered: “It hurts…”

Now she knows it hurts.

Yu Guiyao quickly retracted her hand, a silver thread stretching from her fingertips. She focused, applied the ointment to the swollen “lips,” and then covered the area with gauze before pulling the triangular fabric back up. This would prevent the fabric from rubbing against the wound.

When she finished, she looked down to find Fu Wenchen looking up at her. Tears still pooled in the woman’s eyes; her cheeks were flushed, and her tear-mole glistened with a pitiable allure that made Yu Guiyao’s heart soften yet again.

Almost instinctively, Yu Guiyao supported the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips met—soft and warm. Their breaths mingled, and in that moment, their heartbeats quickened.

Fu Wenchen closed her eyes and curled into her embrace, enveloped in her scent, her body going weak. Even though it was just a light kiss, her tears continued to roll down.

Yu Guiyao sucked gently on her lips, then kissed the corners of her mouth and her cheeks, before finally placing a solemn kiss on her wet eyelids. Her gaze was soft. She had removed the glove and used her rough thumb to gently stroke the woman’s cheek, whispering: “Sleep for a while, and then we’ll go get married, okay?”

“Mm…”

Fu Wenchen stared into her eyes. Looking at those tender eyes made her feel weak all over. She rubbed her cheek against Yu Guiyao’s palm, closed her eyes, and, smelling her scent, actually drifted off to sleep. Even as she slept, her hand tightly gripped the woman’s sleeve.

It took a lot of effort for Yu Guiyao to gently pry her hand away. She laid her flat on the back seat and drove toward the city.

…

They ate lunch in the car. Fu Wenchen was woken up by the smell of food. Opening her eyes, she saw the woman sitting beside her, realizing her head had been resting on Yu Guiyao’s lap.

Yu Guiyao was holding a boxed lunch, seemingly lost in thought. Fu Wenchen smiled, wanting to startle her, but then she heard the inner voice:

That’s five million yuan. I’m the one getting a bargain. I’ll just treat this as payment for acting. From now on, I’ll pretend to be Gu Ruoqin. This woman’s heart is so fragile; she cries at everything. It’ll be a disaster if she blackens completely. I better just pamper her and give in to everything.

Otherwise, if she cries like she did earlier, I really won’t be able to handle it…

Yu Guiyao sighed while shoveling rice into her mouth. In the next second, she felt a burning gaze. She looked down to see Fu Wenchen staring at her with a look of resentment and fire. Her face was red with anger, and she was clenching her teeth like an angry kitten.

What is she mad about now? Oh~

Yu Guiyao looked at the lunch box and understood. She put an arm around her waist to help her up, offering the box: “I was hungry, so I bought some lunch first. Do you want some?”

Fu Wenchen thought she was going to be fed and began to cool down, but then Yu Guiyao pulled the box away and took another bite, saying: “Forget it, you probably won’t like this. I’ll take you for something better later.”

Fu Wenchen: “……”

You put it right to my mouth and then took it away?

She glared at her, but Yu Guiyao acted like she didn’t see it, continuing to comment in her head:

There’s too much chili in this. If she eats it, she might get a ‘heat’ imbalance and get angry easier. When she gets angry, she cries. Hard to coax.

Fu Wenchen: “……”

She thinks I’m hard to coax?!

This time she was truly annoyed. she reached out and snatched the lunch box, grabbed the chopsticks, and began stuffing food into her mouth. “I insist on eating it!”

She ate until her cheeks puffed out, sulking and teary-eyed as she finished the whole thing. Yu Guiyao was baffled—she’d already said she’d take her for good food. Was she that hungry?

Seeing her eat so heartily, Yu Guiyao could only watch with a napkin, wiping her mouth and smiling: “Is it good?”

Fu Wenchen’s face was red from the spice. She endured it for a long time before sticking her tongue out and glaring: “Why is it so spicy?!”

“It’s okay.” Yu Guiyao saw her crying from the heat and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She quickly checked herself and gave her some water. “You snatched it and started eating. I thought you liked spicy food—I mean, it’s covered in peppers.”

“You’re still laughing!” Fu Wenchen took the water and gulped it down. Her lips were burning. Seeing the other’s expression made her even angrier and more aggrieved. She glared fiercely.

Being glared at by someone with a spicy-red mouth made Yu Guiyao laugh again. The moment she laughed, Fu Wenchen felt like her heart was on fire. She lunged forward, grabbed Yu Guiyao’s neck, and bit her lip.

“I told you not to laugh at me!”

Yu Guiyao was stunned by the kiss. When she realized what was happening, her ears turned red. She held the empty lunch box in one hand and the woman’s waist in the other. Feeling the bite, she bit back.

Their breathing grew rapid. Their hot breaths mingled as they bit each other—not in pain, but as if flirting. The biting soon turned into gentle sucking. As they sucked on each other’s soft lips, Yu Guiyao’s tongue instinctively slipped out, prying open the other’s teeth to touch her tender tongue.

The moment they touched, a wave of numbness hit. Fu Wenchen shivered, her face flushed. Yu Guiyao quickly pulled back, pushing her away. “I’m going to drive.”

She fled the car like she was escaping, thinking to herself: No, if we keep kissing, Wenchen will get “feelings” again, and then she’ll start a fuss and cry. It’ll never end… I have to get to the wedding so I can get the five million and head to A City.

It seemed like she was only marrying for the money. In reality… well, she was.

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen felt a fire in her heart—both angry and annoyed. She had always known the other was just doing it for the money, but every time she heard it, it still hurt. Yes, she was truly crazy. She leaned against the back seat, wiping away tears.

Because she cried for so long, her eyes were red in the wedding photos, which didn’t look great.

The marriage process had been simplified significantly, and same-sex marriage was legal. Due to Fu Wenchen’s status, they were very low-key. Only the staff saw her face. At first, Fu Wenchen had a long face and looked angry, making the staff wonder if she was being forced. But when the photo was taken, she suddenly leaned into the woman beside her and flashed a perfect smile at the exact moment the camera clicked.

Her eyes overflowed with happiness; her smile was radiant. The woman beside her was also smiling. They looked like a perfect couple.

Fu Wenchen complained that the photo on the certificate was ugly, but she tucked it into her bag with extreme care. She even confiscated Yu Guiyao’s certificate, putting them both together. “It’s safer with me,” she claimed.

Yu Guiyao let her have her way. The afternoon sun was bright. Looking at the woman hugging her bag with a beaming smile, she couldn’t help but smile too. “That happy?”

“Mm~”

Fu Wenchen looked up at her. Their gazes met, and for that moment, they saw only each other’s reflection. Their heartbeats quickened. Time seemed to freeze; the breeze ruffled their hair. Yu Guiyao thought she would probably never forget this day.

Even if it was a contract marriage, even if she was a substitute—she couldn’t deny it: her heart had been stirred.

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen’s eyes grew moist again. She lunged into Yu Guiyao’s arms, hugging her waist.

But in the next second, she heard the woman say: “The five million—do you want to pay in installments or a lump sum?”

Fu Wenchen: “……”

Seriously, can we stop talking about money for one second!

Feeling a block in her heart, she pulled out her phone and used an unlimited card to transfer the money. “Take it! Take it! Take it all!”

Seeing the text notification for the deposit, Yu Guiyao’s eyes lit up. She couldn’t help but hug her back tightly, exclaiming excitedly: “I love you too much!”

Fu Wenchen: “……”

Vulgar!

But her face turned red. Because that word—love—was something she had only dreamed of hearing.