The Mad/Beautiful Movie Queen Heard My Inner Voice After Losing Her Memory - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

That night, the two of them sat on the floor, dead drunk. The collars of their neat school uniforms were pulled open from the heat, and the blue-and-white hems of their skirts had slid up to their thighs due to their sitting positions. A cool breeze drifted in through the glazed window, fluttering the light purple bed curtains. The dreamlike purple hue mixed with the heavy scent of alcohol made everything feel like a dream.

But how could it be a dream? She was dazed with pain, taking gulp after gulp of solitary drinks while tears fell incessantly.

“Don’t cry…” Suddenly, a warm body embraced her. The young girl pulled her into her arms and stroked her hair. Her gentle voice was laced with drunkenness, but it made Fu Wenchen lose her train of thought.

In her alcohol-induced haze, she felt as if her “Sister” was holding her—the same scent, the same tenderness. Only a sliver of remaining logic told her that this was Gu Ruoqin, her childhood friend.

She didn’t know when it started, but this girl had gradually filled her life—accompanying her to school, eating with her, teasing her, and protecting her. Whenever danger arose, she was always the first to appear, seemingly replacing her sister’s role, staying by her side, promising never to leave…

Because of this, she buried her face in the girl’s embrace and cried wantonly, her hands tightly gripping her waist, her whole body trembling.

“She doesn’t want me anymore… she doesn’t like me… she says we only have a family bond…”

“She likes you, and I like you too. Our Wenchen is the best; she just has her reasons…” The girl was clearly drunk, yet she held her tightly, her fingers threading through Fu Wenchen’s soft hair. Just like when they were little and she comforted her when she was afraid of thunder or the dark, she stroked her back, allowing her to drown completely in the embrace.

“When this period passes, I’ll tell you the truth.”

“Wenchen, I won’t leave you…”

Affection was hidden deep in her eyes, but the girl in her arms had already turned into a soft, muddled mess.

Under the erosion of alcohol, Fu Wenchen couldn’t hear her words. When she lifted her head, her face was covered in tears. Her beautiful peach-blossom eyes were overflowing with water, making her look incredibly pitiful.

Tears blurred her vision. In her delirium, she seemed to see the girl before her with long, slightly curly hair. Those light brown pupils were full of gentleness and love as she lightly cupped Fu Wenchen’s face, her thumb slowly wiping away the tears at the corner of her eye.

“Don’t cry, okay? I like you, how could I not like you…”

“Wenchen…”

When those two words were uttered from her lips, a wave of numbness instantly surged up Fu Wenchen’s spine. Taking advantage of the intoxication, she threw her arms around the other’s neck and kissed her fiercely.

“Sister…”

She straddled the girl’s lap, unable to stop herself from rubbing up and down in her arms, pressing her body close, desperate to be even nearer.

Their school skirts were pressed together, their tops rumpled into a mess. The heat around them continued to rise. She kissed the other’s lips haphazardly; because she didn’t know how, there was no technique, only a desire for those soft lips to stay pressed together, for the two of them to become one.

The other’s breathing became ragged, and the drunkenness in her eyes grew more turbulent. Finally, she suddenly reached out to support the back of Fu Wenchen’s neck and kissed her back fiercely.

She sucked on her lips inch by inch. Compared to Fu Wenchen’s lack of skill, she seemed to be guiding her, one hand tilting her chin to force her lips open.

The moment a wet, soft tongue-tip probed into her mouth, Fu Wenchen was lost in a blur. She let out a soft moan, allowing the other to enter, to touch her soft tongue, and then to swirl and suck frantically.

Waves of numbness were channeled from the tip of her tongue. She clung tightly to the other’s neck, her legs involuntarily tightening. The hem of her school skirt trembled slightly. Her mind was a total jumble; her face was flushed, and she could hardly breathe.

Sister… Sister…

Her heart was thinking of her frantically. Her body was numb, her tongue fluttering but unable to keep up with the other’s movements. Her tongue felt tingly from the constant stimulation, her body went limp in the other’s arms, and silver threads of saliva escaped the corners of her mouth.

The next second, the girl suddenly grabbed her hips and lifted her up.

She gave a sluggish cry, her legs hooking around the other’s waist. The school skirt puffed up slightly. The other’s hand brushed against the crystalline moisture sliding down her leg.

She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling, as she was carried to the bedding. Her legs were folded back and draped over the girl’s shoulders.

A body trained in dance has great flexibility, like the purple bed curtains swaying in the wind.

The school uniforms were crumpled into a heap and thrown on the floor. Purple gauze lightly brushed over a snowy white back, shrouding the two tightly embraced bodies.

Fu Wenchen’s vision was a blur. She had been kissed until her whole body felt “wrong”—she was so itchy and wanted the other to help her scratch it.

Their lips continued to suck at each other, soft petals pressed tight, wet tongues swirling together. Gradually, the girl’s kisses dropped to the corner of her mouth, her chin, breaking the silver threads between their lips.

One hot kiss after another landed on her neck, sucking, blooming like clusters of red plum blossoms.

Fu Wenchen’s body temperature was sky-high; she was burning to the point of losing consciousness. It was as if she were ill, and she could only keep rubbing against cooler areas, her lips parted as she constantly called out: “Sister…”

Her cheeks were flushed as if she were terminally ill. Her hands tightly gripped the bedsheets, desperate for someone to save her.

Their skin was like slick silk; when silk tangles together, it is cool and relieves the heat.

The girl’s fingertips were slender, gently touching the blooming rose where morning dew was dripping.

Gradually, the delicate, dripping rose enveloped her fingertips. She was already too drunk to know anything about being “refined,” so she just pushed forward.

Fu Wenchen seemed to be hurt; the wound seeped red. In that moment, her eyes were full of tears, yet she hooked her arms tightly around the girl’s neck, unwilling to let go with her legs.

The wind from outside kept pouring into the room, but it couldn’t blow away the dryness.

Finally, those slender white legs began to shake uncontrollably, toes pointed straight like a beautiful dance performed on stage. It was as if bolts of lightning were striking her spine, sending waves of numbness that caused her to pant and whisper: “Sister…”

It hurt, but it was also like being soaked in hot spring water. Every pore on her body opened up; she was drenched in sweat, comfortable to the point that even her bones felt soft.

She didn’t know how much time passed or how many times they “watered” the bed, but the sheets were covered in crystalline beads that had accidentally spilled and soaked into the fabric.

The morning sunlight shone into the room through the glazed windows. Through the hazy purple gauze, the dazzling light enveloped the figures on the bed.

The two were tightly embraced. Fu Wenchen’s cheeks were crimson, nestled in the girl’s arms, her arm lazily draped over the girl’s waist, her entire being radiating a sense of satiation.

Their soft black hair was tangled together, their breaths intertwined. It wasn’t until she gradually regained consciousness and woke up that this ambiguous scene was finally shattered, becoming incomprehensible.

“You… how is it you!”

Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Memories gradually flooded back, becoming the final straw that crushed her.

In her mind, the one she loved was Fu Qingdu. Even if the other had rejected her, even if she was drunk, she could never have done this with someone else!

She was so triggered that she completely forgot she was the one who initiated the kiss while drunk; she only remembered the “indecencies” on the bed.

But alcohol is uncontrollable. That crazy night had, after all, happened.

The girl beside her woke up gloomily. Seeing the marks all over Fu Wenchen, her eyes widened as well. Remembering everything from last night, she became panicked: “I… listen to my explanation…”

“Explain what? You took advantage of me!” Fu Wenchen’s eyes were red with hatred. Seeing the crystal-clear beads nearby, she threw them violently at the floor.

The other person had even used those things last night—this beast!

The beads were covered in transparent solution. She couldn’t stand it, yet she had even hugged her neck and actively leaned in to kiss her. She had mimicked the way the other kissed her, sticking her tongue into her mouth and enticing her.

They sucked on each other constantly. Panting, she had whispered in her ear: “Sister, I love you…”

Remembering it now, and seeing Gu Ruoqin’s face—a face completely different from Fu Qingdu’s.

Fu Wenchen’s heart throbbed with pain and was filled with shame.

The beads, strung together by silver wire, were smashed everywhere, rolling across the floor. She immediately supported her weak legs to pick up her clothes and put them on. That expression of cold disgust pierced the girl’s heart.

“You can’t even compare to a single strand of my sister’s hair! Last night, I only treated you as her. If you dare say a word about tonight, I’ll kill you!”

Every word was harsh. Her eyes were red, looking completely insane.

Seeing her like that, the girl’s eyes were full of guilt and sadness. Only then did she finally confess:

“If I said that I am actually Fu Qingdu—that since birth I have had two bodies, being Gu Ruoqin by day and only waking up in Fu Qingdu’s body after falling asleep—would you believe me?”

She looked at her with a pale face, tightly clutching the bedding, the corners of her eyes red: “I was planning to confess to you later, Wenchen. I didn’t mean to lie to you…”

“Last night happened because…”

“Because of what? I don’t care why! What’s done is done!” Fu Wenchen finished dressing and immediately scrambled off the bed. Leaning against the wall as she walked out, she said hatefully: “Don’t you find it ridiculous to tell a lie like that?”

“Two bodies? Day and night? You’re a complete and utter liar!”

Seeing her about to leave, the girl quickly threw on her clothes and chased after her, though for some reason she was covered in sweat and her face was as pale as paper.

She caught up at the staircase and grabbed Fu Wenchen’s arm, seemingly enduring severe pain as she said: “It’s true, please believe me, okay? Every Qingming Festival, Fu Qingdu doesn’t wake up because I’ve gone back to my hometown to pay respects to my father. I can only wake up in Fu Qingdu’s body within a certain range.”

“If I tell you the truth now, I will be punished. That’s why I planned to tell you once things had settled…”

“Stop talking! Don’t make excuses!” Fu Wenchen fiercely shook off her hand. She didn’t expect the girl, who was usually much stronger than her, to be flung away instantly and fall straight down the stairs.

“!!!”

She was startled and instinctively wanted to rush over, but she bit her lip and didn’t take a step.

The stairs were short; the girl only rolled once, but it looked particularly severe. Her lips were trembling with pain.

“Stop acting.” Fu Wenchen walked around her, tears welling in her eyes as she ground her teeth in anger. “You think I’ll believe you just because you tell a lie like that? What normal person would believe your nonsense!”

The girl clenched her hands tightly, trying to stand up, her eyes red as she said: “I’ll make you believe me. Just don’t leave yet.”

She used the wall to stand up, but she seemed unable to balance and immediately fell back to the floor.

Fu Wenchen assumed she was faking. After all, the other had never been this weak; even if she accidentally fell down stairs, she could usually do a somersault and land safely.

So, she immediately found a coil of rope in the stairwell, walked over without a word, and tied the other up. She said coldly: “Go ahead and act. I’m tying you up and you aren’t even resisting.”

“I really have no strength.” With her hands tied and her body leaning against the wall, the girl looked at her with tearful eyes, showing her vulnerability: “A’Chen, please… believe me…”

“In your dreams! You’re a complete liar. When I go back and see Sister, I’ll expose your lies.”

Fu Wenchen gritted her teeth, ignoring the softness in her heart. Once tied, she turned and left immediately.

“You’re disgusting!”

“Gu Ruoqin, I never want to see you again…”

Before leaving, she clenched her fists, venting the anger in her heart.

At that time, she was overwhelmed by the shame of the previous night’s intimacy and was desperate to escape.

She instinctively refused to believe the other’s words. But she never expected that her sister would never wake up again.

What she got instead was a fire—a fire full of conspiracy.

When she learned that Gu Ruoqin and her twin sister were kidnapped in that warehouse and a ransom was needed, she rushed over in a panic, only to see the raging flames.

Before the fire trucks arrived, she rushed in despite others’ attempts to stop her. The moment she saw her lying dying on the ground, her heart stung like a needle.

Only then did she understand her own heart.

She was probably the first person to fall in love with two girls at the same time.

She couldn’t lose Fu Qingdu, and she couldn’t lose Gu Ruoqin.

Gritting her teeth, she supported the other and rushed out of the fire. The moment they reached the exit, she saw the raging flames surrounding another girl. She couldn’t see clearly through the thick smoke, but she seemed to see the other with tears in her eyes, weakly falling to the ground and reaching out a hand toward her, as if shouting something.

The fire trucks were already there. She wouldn’t die.

Therefore, she left resolutely, taking Gu Ruoqin to the hospital.

But the moment the other opened her eyes, she realized she had saved the wrong person. She had saved Gu Ruoqin’s twin sister, Gu Nianzhi. The girl was wearing Gu Ruoqin’s necklace and clothes…

The Gu family claimed to the outside world that Gu Nianzhi died in the fire, but in reality, the real Gu Nianzhi took over Gu Ruoqin’s identity and got everything she wanted.

And all of this was driven by her. She had mistaken the person and left her in the sea of fire. She had left her that day, giving others the opportunity to strike.

Afterward, she could never find her body or any trace of her. Not to mention, no matter how she explained it, no one would believe the Gu family’s body-double conspiracy.

In the countless days and nights that followed, she felt regret and pain, replaying the details of that time over and over, recalling every moment they spent together since childhood—every word, every smile.

Only then did she completely understand that everything the other had said was true.

She was both Gu Ruoqin and Fu Qingdu.

From childhood to adulthood, she had watched over her, protected her, and appeared in every lonely and difficult moment of her life.

Yet she had cursed her, called her disgusting, and told her never to appear before her again.

Every late night, Fu Wenchen would carefully clutch a piece of Fu Qingdu’s clothing and cry until no tears were left. She had even cut her wrists time and again, just to use physical pain to lessen the agony in her heart.

She missed her. Regret and sadness entangled her heart; she missed her to the point of madness.

If it weren’t for the fact that Fu Qingdu still had a body temperature and a heartbeat—if it weren’t for those virtual subtitles that suddenly appeared telling her she would definitely find her—she would have long since dragged the Gu family members to be torn to pieces and joined her in the afterlife…

And now, she had finally found her. She could even learn her feelings through her heart.

Even though she knew that in the past, the other had only approached and cared for her to complete a task, she accepted it.

She simply liked her. She couldn’t lose her again.

She would make up for everything in the past and make the other fall in love with her again.

This time, she wanted the other to stay by her side forever, even if she had to use any means necessary…

Fu Wenchen’s eyes were already full of tears, hidden by her sunglasses.

When she heard the other’s heart and learned she had dreamed of that night—that the person she liked was the her from the dream—her heart was both joyful and bitter.

She quickly put on a mask to hide the tear falling down her cheek and covered for herself: “I mean, seeing how simple you are, you don’t look like someone who has someone they like.”

Do I look that simple?

Yu Guiyao never felt she was simple. After all, she had once been an uploader in the film review section to earn extra money—the kind that reviewed erotic films because those got the most hits.

During that time, she watched so many films she became numb to them. The “Nine Techniques of the Bedroom,” 69, oil spas—she knew them all like the back of her hand, okay? She just hadn’t found a girlfriend yet…

At this thought, Yu Guiyao’s ears turned red. While despising herself for thinking of such things, she changed the subject: “Let me help you with your clothes. You’ll definitely be recognized if you go out like this…”

At that moment, Fu Wenchen’s face was already crimson under her mask. She tugged at her clothes, thinking about the other’s inner thoughts just now, her heart pounding incessantly.

She also wants to play those…

She had only played the “legs over shoulders” kind with her. Probably because it was the first time, she felt it was both a torment and a slight thrill.

But that was seven years ago.

Her eyes couldn’t help but turn red, and she responded in a low voice: “Mm…”

Yu Guiyao didn’t notice her emotions. Having received a response, she began picking out clothes on her own.

Fu Wenchen had brought a large pile of clothes in, but she had ended up wearing that one set, likely because she didn’t like the others.

But now the two were going to dodge paparazzi; there was no way she could wear something so obvious.

Thinking of this, she immediately said to her: “Take off your jacket.”

“Huh?”

Fu Wenchen, who was daydreaming, shuddered at those words. her whole face burned, but she still immediately took off the knit cardigan.

After taking off the jacket, she was left with only a small black camisole. She stood tall, her figure stunning, intentionally wanting the other to see her beautiful body.

But to her surprise, Yu Guiyao ran to the side, picked out a hooded denim jacket, and draped it over her. Then, she squatted down and asked: “Can I cut this?”

“You can.” As soon as Fu Wenchen said it, she saw Yu Guiyao rush out and come back with a pair of scissors. Bending down, she cut the bottom of her jeans.

The perfectly good jeans were turned into a “distressed” style. The denim jacket she chose was also tattered and could hide her figure. To the outside world, it was impossible for a Movie Queen to wear such things.

She couldn’t help but curl her lips, but then her gaze flickered to the beads on the other’s wrist. Her eyes trembled as she asked: “Your bracelet…”

“Oh, bought it at a street stall. I don’t know why, but I especially like it.” Yu Guiyao was cutting the jeans into strips and didn’t pay much attention to the question.

Fu Wenchen’s ears turned red. She remembered that night when the other had inserted the beads—every full bead soaked in moisture.

She seems to really like these kinds of beads…

While cutting the pants, because Yu Guiyao’s hands were still bandaged, it was inconvenient, and she unintentionally touched her calf. Fu Wenchen was already lost in thought and suddenly felt a wave of numbness. Her legs went weak, and she cried out: “Wait, I can’t stand steadily…”

Just before she fell, Yu Guiyao quickly stood up and caught her.

Fu Wenchen took the opportunity to cling to her neck and lean in, pretending to be weak: “I don’t know what’s wrong, I feel a bit fatigued. Can you carry me downstairs?”

Her soft body pressed in, the denim jacket on her shoulders falling away. Yu Guiyao caught it. Only the small camisole was between her and the woman in her arms.

Yu Guiyao’s injured hands lightly supported her waist; her whole body was stiff.

But all she could think about was the 100,000 monthly salary. Then she remembered that Fu Wenchen had a “white moonlight” she loved, so she must be doing this out of necessity, and she really must be feeling unwell. So, she shouldn’t overthink it.

Thinking of this, she quickly agreed: “Okay, okay, whatever the boss says goes.”

Fu Wenchen looked up at her and smiled: “If you do a good job, let alone 100,000—200,000 a month is fine too.”

Two hundred thousand!

Hearing this, Yu Guiyao immediately draped the denim jacket over Fu Wenchen, personally helping her into it. Then, she quickly bent down and easily picked her up in a princess carry.

“Do you want me to take you for a check-up?” she asked eagerly.

Being picked up, Fu Wenchen’s face and neck turned red. She clung tightly to the other’s neck but refused: “No need, it’s an old ailment. I worked too hard in the past, and now I feel weak from time to time…”

“It’s quite good having a personal bodyguard like you. I don’t have to worry about the difference between men and women when you hold me~”

“Also, do your hands hurt? Will it affect them?”

Her voice was clear, yet it carried a hint of coquettishness as she showed her concern.

Yu Guiyao didn’t catch on to anything; she just felt she had been praised. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she smiled: “It’s fine, I’m using my arm strength.”

“By the way, are we leaving with your manager now?”

“No, having a manager makes us too big a target. Just the two of us.” Fu Wenchen suddenly leaned her head into the other’s chest and said weakly: “Let me lean here for a bit, my head hurts.”

“Oh, okay.” Yu Guiyao was dazed, thinking that being a Movie Queen wasn’t easy if her health was this poor.

Thinking this, she walked toward the door, kicked it lightly with her foot, and was about to speak when the door opened.

The assistant at the door saw her boss with her arms around someone’s neck, leaning in their arms, and gestured for them to go through the underground parking lot.

“There are many fans outside the hospital.”

Yu Guiyao nodded, returned the scissors, and carried Fu Wenchen toward the underground lot. But before they could go down, the phone in her pants pocket rang.

“I’ll get it for you.”

Fu Wenchen immediately reached into the pants pocket. Whether intentionally or not, her fingertips fumbled through the thin fabric for several seconds.

Yu Guiyao’s face exploded in red. She hurried to remind her: “It’s on the right.”

“Oh~” The woman’s voice was cheerful. She switched sides. When the phone was taken out and answered, the voice of her best friend Lin Xiao came from the other end.

“Babe, I’m here on your little electric scooter to pick you up. I’m just outside the underground lot. I also brought you a change of clothes. Are you done?”

Hearing this, Fu Wenchen’s gaze instantly turned cold. Before Yu Guiyao could speak, she said:

“Can the scooter fit three people? She’s carrying me right now, and I feel a bit unwell. But my place is surrounded by paparazzi, so I want to stay at her house…”

“Can we go back together?”

Her voice was very kind.

Lin Xiao instantly recognized her voice. She couldn’t help but scream, then immediately realized and pulled the phone away.

“Ah? AH!”

AHHHHH! Fu Wenchen! Fu Wenchen is going to stay at my bestie’s house?! And Yu Guiyao is carrying her!!!

After her excitement, she immediately replied: “Okay, okay, okay! You guys take the scooter! I’ll drive into the parking lot. I have something to do anyway, so I’ll head home first!”

With that, the call was immediately hung up. Yu Guiyao glanced at Fu Wenchen, who leaned weakly into her arms again. Her voice was incredibly pitiful as she said: “This illness of mine requires a full-body massage with medicinal oil. Can you help me at your house? I’ll give you 10,000 per massage, okay?”

“Girls with little strength usually can’t do this kind of work, but I don’t want a man to touch me.”

“Considering your hands are injured, you can wear gloves. It doesn’t matter if your strength is low, or you can use your fingers?”

Yu Guiyao didn’t find it demanding; she was just shocked.

Was there really such a good deal? Ten thousand per massage? And she could do it even with injured hands?

Wait.

She suddenly realized.

A full-body massage?!