The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Lin Mo froze, her hand still resting on Xue Luhe’s thigh, paralyzed by indecision. In a moment of sheer brain fog, her fingers reflexively squeezed the smooth skin—then she actually stroked it twice.

“Um… there was a mosquito on you,” Lin Mo blurted out, quickly snatching her hand back.

She looked into Xue Luhe’s piercing eyes and felt a sense of unease. Usually, when people wake up, they look a bit drowsy or confused. Not Xue Luhe. Her gaze was clear and sharp as a longsword, stabbing into Lin Mo’s face without a trace of emotion.

In that instant, Lin Mo felt a chill of terror. The hand she had just pulled away from that leg began to burn with a dull ache. She forced a hollow smile and tried to retreat, one foot secretly sliding off the bed until her toes touched the thick, plush carpet.

But she wasn’t fast enough.

Without much effort, while still lying down, Xue Luhe extended an arm longer than average and accurately snagged Lin Mo’s calf. It was the injured leg, so Lin Mo didn’t dare thrash around for fear of making it worse. She could only stare at Xue Luhe, her anger suppressed by fear.

The gauze on Lin Mo’s ankle had been thinned out over the days, and the swelling had subsided significantly. She contemplated whether she could yank her foot free and bolt for the door. A little pain won’t kill me! I can do it!

She pulled with all her might, only to realize she had once again underestimated Xue Luhe’s strength. The woman didn’t budge an inch.

Xue Luhe let out a light, lazy chuckle. Her voice was raspy with the charm of someone who knew exactly how powerful they were. “Touch and run? Shouldn’t there be a price to pay?”

Lin Mo’s ears felt numb, and a strange sensation, like a thousand ants crawling under her skin, washed over her. She jutted out her chin, putting on a fierce front. “Then what do you want?”

Xue Luhe looked at the girl—her hair was a mess, and her face was set in a deliberate scowl, but her lack of experience made her narrowed eyes look as cute as crescent moons.

Xue Luhe whispered softly, “I want to… touch you back.”

As the words left her lips, she gripped Lin Mo’s calf and yanked, pulling the girl abruptly into her arms!

Panic-stricken, Lin Mo pushed against her and grabbed the crumpled bedsheets, shouting, “Let go of me! You pervert!”

Xue Luhe ignored the protest, placing her hand on Lin Mo’s leg and slowly stroking it—once, twice. Lin Mo broke out in goosebumps. She couldn’t tell if it was disgust or a strange thrill, but she squinted and tried to shrink away. It felt like a snake’s tongue sliding across her skin. Mortifyingly, she felt a… strange sensation.

This time, Xue Luhe actually kept her word. After a few strokes, she let go. Lin Mo scrambled off the bed and bolted barefoot across the carpet into the bathroom.

“Don’t wash it! Keep my scent on you!” Xue Luhe’s commanding voice drifted through the door.

Lin Mo ignored her and turned on the shower. Then she heard Xue Luhe add casually from outside: “It’s fine if you wash it off. I’ll just touch you all over again.”

Lin Mo, already under the spray, froze for a long moment before yelling back: “…You couldn’t have said that sooner?!”

The Confrontation

Lin Mo showered at lightning speed, threw her pajamas back on, took a deep breath, and walked out. Xue Luhe was sitting on the bed with her tablet. Seeing Lin Mo, she tossed the device aside and smiled. “Cleaned up? Come here, let me touch you again.”

Lin Mo stiffened her neck, decided to go for broke, walked straight to the bedside to grab her phone, and marched out of the suite. Xue Luhe raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you hear me? I told you to come here.”

Lin Mo kept walking. Since Xue Luhe was inside the room, no one dared lock the door from the outside. She turned the handle and stepped out without hesitation. She limped down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the first-floor lobby.

The lobby, which had been a chaotic “department store” yesterday, was now clean and quiet. She sat on a sofa and started playing with her phone. She didn’t plan to escape just yet—she knew Xue Luhe had ten thousand ways to drag her back. But she had decided she couldn’t let this continue. Being toyed with like a monkey every day was intolerable; she had to make her stance clear.

Lin Mo focused on her phone, watching an interview with Mu Fei. Even when she heard footsteps on the stairs, she didn’t look up. The slow, leisurely steps approached until they stopped beside her.

“Mo Mo, what’s wrong?” Xue Luhe’s silk-smooth voice sounded above her.

Lin Mo suppressed her instinctive fear. She didn’t look up, but she made her voice sound as firm as possible. “I don’t think we can go on like this. You say I’m your wife, but you’re keeping me under house arrest. It makes me very uncomfortable. I want a divorce as soon as possible.”

She hoped that by saying something hateful, she might suffer another outburst, but at least it would be better than being the object of Xue Luhe’s “interest.” She hoped Xue Luhe would simply lose interest and leave her to rot. Anything was better than waking up next to a psycho every day!

Xue Luhe’s tone carried a hint of surprise and deep amusement. “What are you saying?”

Lin Mo took a deep breath, bracing for the storm. She finally looked up, her eyes resolute. Her messy hair framed a face flushed with tension. Her lips were pressed tight. Her usually delicate features now had a sharp edge to them.

Xue Luhe stared at her, mesmerized, as if observing a supernatural phenomenon.

“I mean,” Lin Mo continued powerfully, “you have humiliated me and used violence against me several times. It’s unbearable. Please, consider my feelings and let me go. I don’t want anything—just my identification documents.”

She finished her speech and looked bravely into Xue Luhe’s eyes. To her surprise, Xue Luhe didn’t explode in rage or reach for a whip. Instead, she sat down slowly beside Lin Mo and asked with a smile: “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

Lin Mo nodded, then added seriously: “I don’t care who I’m talking to. I won’t be anyone’s plaything, and I won’t lose my self-respect for anyone.”

Xue Luhe’s pupils darkened. She reached out to pat Lin Mo’s head. “I’m curious. Aren’t you afraid I’ll be even harsher to you?”

“I am afraid,” Lin Mo admitted, “but I had to say this. I want a divorce.”

The “Pursuit”

Xue Luhe twirled a strand of Lin Mo’s hair between her fingers, silent for a long time. Lin Mo waited. Surprisingly, the atmosphere felt strangely peaceful. She had spoken her mind, and regardless of the outcome, her heart felt calm.

Suddenly, Xue Luhe asked, “Do you hate me that much?”

Lin Mo instinctively went to nod, but then hesitated. Xue Luhe caught the hesitation and her lips curled slightly. It was a rare expression—a smile that hid a myriad of secret emotions, even a hint of loneliness.

Lin Mo felt a strange pang of sympathy. She remembered that in the original book, Xue Luhe’s ending was the most tragic—jumping to her death in the early hours of the morning. Perhaps the more games Xue Luhe played now, the more she would suffer later.

“Don’t be afraid,” Xue Luhe said. “Tell me your real thoughts.”

Lin Mo gritted her teeth and looked into those eyes. “I do hate you. But… I also don’t hate you that much. Sometimes, I think you’re actually quite beautiful and cool.”

It was the truth. Before meeting Xue Luhe, she didn’t know she was such a sucker for a pretty face. But it wasn’t just the looks; Xue Luhe had a magnetic charm that had captivated the world. It wasn’t surprising that she was affected too.

Xue Luhe’s eyes brightened. She flashed a wide, radiant smile—the kind of smile only a world-class actress could master, as bright as sunlight. “Really? That evaluation is much better than I expected.”

Lin Mo gave a dry, mirthless smile. “So, let’s get a divorce. Please. You’ll be free too. Don’t you have work to do?”

Xue Luhe shook her head. “I pushed all my work aside. I cleared a two-month schedule just to stay with you.”

“But I just have amnesia! I’m fine. Why are you staying? What do you want from me? Is there some utility I have that’s worth sacrificing your time for?”

Xue Luhe’s expression suddenly turned intense. She looked deep into Lin Mo’s eyes, her gaze burning.

“I’m re-pursuing you, wife.”

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