The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The first floor featured an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. As Xue Luhe spoke, the view from Lin Mo’s perspective was a stunning morning garden—dew clinging to leaves, birds chirping among the flowers, a scene brimming with life.

However, contrasted against this vitality, Xue Luhe’s eyes were a void of darkness, completely masking her thoughts. For some reason, Lin Mo’s lips curled into a smile. A smile of pity.

Driven by a sudden impulse to lay everything bare, Lin Mo looked directly into Xue Luhe’s eyes and said seriously, “Ms. Xue, stop this. I know you just see me as a toy. Let’s stop playing this ‘doting couple’ game; it’s useless. I just want to ask… how long has it been since you’ve said a single sincere word?”

After saying this, Lin Mo felt incredibly bold. She gave herself a mental thumbs-up. Defying authority, speaking truth to power—you’re the best, go Lin Mo!

For a split second, Xue Luhe’s expression turned terrifyingly grim. But then, Lin Mo wondered if she had imagined it; that porcelain-white, beautiful face remained devoid of any emotion.

Xue Luhe rose slowly, standing beside the sofa and looking down at Lin Mo. This time, however, Lin Mo felt something had shifted in her gaze. It was as if a pane of glass had shattered, making the emotion behind her eyes clearer.

It was a feeling of sorrow.

Lin Mo instinctively dismissed the thought. Sorrow? Does a person like Xue Luhe even know what sorrow is? She’s at the peak of power in this book. It must be my overactive imagination.

Fortunately, Xue Luhe didn’t spiral into the madness Lin Mo feared—no strangling her on the sofa or reaching for a whip. The thought alone made Lin Mo shiver. How can someone be this twisted?

As Lin Mo’s expressions shifted through anger and fear, she looked vivid and full of life. Xue Luhe watched her, her gaze drifting. Lin Mo was right; she hadn’t spoken sincerely in a very long time. What was sincerity? Just a useless thing. To her, language had only one purpose: to manipulate others as tools to reach her goals.

But recently, Xue Luhe had found a new pleasure in words. She began using them to tease Lin Mo, just to see how this timid yet reckless little kitten would react. Yet, she had still been lying, mixing truth with falsehood as a game.

She thought Lin Mo wouldn’t notice—that Lin Mo was as dim-witted as she looked. But in the span of thirty minutes, Lin Mo had surprised her again, revealing a core of emotional sensitivity and brave determination—like a brilliant gem catching the light.

“In a way,” Xue Luhe said slowly, “you and I are somewhat alike.”

Lin Mo gave a self-deprecating shake of her head. “How is that possible? You’re the legendary Xue Luhe; I’m just a fool with amnesia.”

“I won’t let you leave,” Xue Luhe said softly, “but you were very frank today, and that surprised me. So, I will give you a reward.”

Lin Mo’s eyes lit up. “What reward? Wait—first tell me why you won’t let me go?”

Xue Luhe looked around and pointed toward the main entrance. “The reward is that from now on, you may move freely within the villa. But you cannot step outside the front door.”

Lin Mo raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised. Instead of the horrific punishment she expected, she had gained the right to move around. She felt a surge of excitement. At the same time, she realized just how mercurial Xue Luhe was.

“You still haven’t said why you won’t let me go,” Lin Mo pressed.

Xue Luhe gave a cryptic smile, wagging a finger tauntingly in front of Lin Mo’s eyes. “Because you want to leave so badly, I simply don’t want to let you go.”

Before Lin Mo could snap back, Xue Luhe added, “That is a sincere word.”

The Breaking Point

Having gained Xue Luhe’s permission, Lin Mo excitedly began exploring the rooms. She toured the grand living hall, the mini-bar, the home theater, and several guest rooms. When she returned, Xue Luhe had changed into a striking black gloss leather jacket—looking quite out of place in the modern villa.

They headed to the dining room. The breakfast was exquisite, but Lin Mo was more thrilled by the bright, spacious setting. It was her first meal outside that bedroom since arriving in this world. She even had a second bowl of the eight-treasure congee.

As Lin Mo ate happily, Xue Luhe took a single spoonful of the congee, frowned, and said, “What is this trash?”

She picked up a remote, pressed a button, and commanded, “Fire today’s breakfast chef. Replace them.”

“Yes, Ms. Xue,” the butler’s voice replied.

Lin Mo, witnessing this, spoke up. “That congee is delicious! Why fire them? That’s so cruel. They don’t even know what they did wrong!”

Xue Luhe raised an eyebrow. “The beans aren’t fresh, and the simmering time was off. I don’t allow such things on my table.”

Lin Mo was stunned by her pickiness. “What do you do when you’re filming? Doesn’t everyone eat boxed lunches?”

“I bring my own chef and cooking station.”

“I still think you shouldn’t fire them. Everyone makes mistakes. Giving the harshest punishment for a small error is—”

Lin Mo stopped abruptly. Xue Luhe’s expression had turned dark and dangerous. This was the precursor to her “psycho mode.” Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat, and she shut her mouth instantly.

“I praised you twice this morning, and now you’re getting arrogant?” Xue Luhe said slowly.

“…” Lin Mo thought, Well, yeah, after a small victory for the resistance, one tends to get a bit cocky.

Xue Luhe continued grimly, “I keep you in this house because I find you cute, not because I want to hire a professional contrarian.”

Lin Mo froze. “Is… is that a sincere word?”

Xue Luhe nodded. “If you keep this up, I’ll have to lock you in the basement.”

Lin Mo knew about that basement—the book described it as a cold, dark place filled with chains, candles, and whips. But right now, she focused on something else: “You actually… sincerely think I’m cute? My god!”

Lin Mo covered her face, unable to hide the grin leaking through her fingers. She let out a series of cute “pu-pu-pu” giggles. To Xue Luhe, it looked as if she had a fluffy tail wagging happily behind her.

“Am I really that cute? Pu-pu-pu, I never would have thought!” Lin Mo, immersed in the joy of being complimented, shook her head and said solemnly, “Thank you!”

“For what?”

Lin Mo smiled brightly while biting into a sandwich. “For calling me cute!”

Xue Luhe fell silent, watching her eat. After a while, as Lin Mo reached for a custard bun shaped like a little pig, Xue Luhe said, “I have an event to attend later. Mu Fei will be there.”

Lin Mo turned around with a grin. “Oh? Why tell me? I wish you two a night of ‘dry wood and raging fire’!”

Xue Luhe didn’t answer. A flash of irritation crossed her brow. She stood up abruptly and, with a sweep of her arm, sent the plates and bowls crashing to the floor.

Clatter-smash!

Lin Mo, holding her sole surviving pig-shaped bun, stared at the porcelain shards in shock. “AAHH! You maniac! Psycho! Why are you angry again?! These dishes look expensive! If you didn’t want them, you could’ve given them to me! And my wontons! My dough sticks! I didn’t get to finish!”

Lin Mo was close to tears. Seeing so much good food wasted broke her heart. She crouched down near the food, muttering, “Poor little things… remember in your next life, don’t be born in the Xue household.”

Seeing Lin Mo looking so miserable yet ridiculous, the fire in Xue Luhe’s heart subsided slightly, replaced by a new kind of restlessness. She teased mockingly, “Wife, why are you nicer to breakfast than you are to me?”

Lin Mo looked up, her eyes practically spitting fire. “Why am I not nice to you? Do you really not know? Are you as tasty as this breakfast?”

Xue Luhe remained silent. Then, she suddenly began to unbutton her jacket.

“AAHH! What are you doing?!”

Xue Luhe’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. “Whether I’m ‘tasty’ or not… why don’t you try for yourself and find out?”

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