The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

It wasn’t until she was sitting inside the minimalist grey-and-white apartment that Lin Mo realized how utterly bewildered she was.

She had no idea how it happened, but she had been lured by Xue Luhe’s sudden vulnerability and walked straight into Unit 2203!

Now that she was lucid again, she wanted to kick herself. What was the difference between this and a little lamb wandering into a wolf’s den?

And currently, that “wolf” was at the exquisite bar counter, mixing drinks with sharp, fluid motions.

Xue Luhe’s silhouette was long and elegant, her curves pronounced—from her smooth shoulders to her perfectly S-curved waist, she was aesthetically flawless.

However, Lin Mo was in no mood for appreciation. Recalling the conversation at the elevator, she rubbed her knees together and spoke nervously:

“You said you were going to tell me a story. Where is it?”

Xue Luhe turned halfway on her barstool, bottle in hand, her expression calm. “Since you’re already here, just wait a moment.”

The classic “Since you’re already here.” What is this, a tourist attraction? Then again, to those fanatic fans, Xue Luhe’s home probably was a holy site. They’d likely pay insane amounts of money just for the chance to step inside.

Lin Mo shuddered. The world of entertainment was truly treacherous—you can’t judge a book by its cover. Who knew Xue Luhe was essentially the world’s greatest villain?

Her eyes drifted around the room. The living room had no unique items; it was standard and refined, as if decorated exactly according to a developer’s showroom. There was zero personal touch.

It was the same at the villa. Aside from the forbidden study, no room held any personal mark of Xue Luhe.

Come to think of it, this woman lived a rather boring life. No friends, no family, and the Mu Fei she deeply loved eventually belonged to someone else, leading to a brutal and terrifying end in the original plot.

But from another perspective, someone like Xue Luhe lived a life that was… quite free. She enjoyed moments of peak glory and wielded absolute power. For an ordinary person, she had reached heights they could never attain.

Yet, once you are used to the world at the top, you lose the ability to have ordinary happiness. It’s two sides of the same coin: with power, wealth, and adoration comes the inability to feel the truth in simplicity.

Lin Mo wondered what Xue Luhe would choose if given the chance: the glittering, wealthy life on the left side of the scale, or the simple, pure, and satisfying ordinary life on the right?

Lin Mo was so lost in thought she didn’t notice a cocktail being placed in front of her.

“Do you still remember the name of this drink?”

Xue Luhe’s voice snapped Lin Mo out of her reverie. She looked up blankly, her eyes wide and bright, a bit dazed, her lips slightly pouting.

In this state, Xue Luhe felt a sudden urge to pinch her lips, rub her cheeks, and tease her properly.

Unfortunately, the moment her hand moved forward, Lin Mo reflexively jerked her head back, giving her a wary look that screamed, “What kind of nonsense are you up to now?”

Xue Luhe silently withdrew her hand, sat down opposite her, and said softly:

“Mists of Rosemary. You named it.”

Lin Mo looked down at the drink. It was pink and bubbling. It was indeed familiar. She remembered the name, of course, but for some reason, she didn’t want to say it out loud.

It felt like saying it would be like admitting she missed that one morning at the villa.

Lin Mo remembered it clearly. From morning until noon that day, there had been an easy, friend-like atmosphere between them. They had communicated calmly and teased each other. Xue Luhe had made a drink, and Lin Mo had named it.

The vibe then was genuinely good. When Xue Luhe acted like a normal person, she was indeed a charming and magnetic friend.

Did she miss it? Who would miss a time like that!

Yet, a small part of her heart was fluttering softly. Lin Mo forced herself to ignore it. She gave a low, mumbled response: “Mm.”

She picked up the glass and took a sip. The slightly sharp carbonation slid down her throat, followed by a fragrant peach flavor that filled her mouth.

She accidentally choked. “Cough, cough, cough!”

She set the glass down, spilling a little of the liquid. Lin Mo didn’t care about the mess; she coughed into her elbow and demanded: “Tissue! Tissue!”

Xue Luhe seemed as though she had never looked after someone in her life. She froze for a moment before turning to find a box of tissues. She held the box out awkwardly, not knowing where to put it, until Lin Mo reached out herself, grabbed a few to cover her nose and mouth, and finally calmed down.

The coughing fit had been violent, and Lin Mo’s chest was still heaving. She held her hand to her heart, waiting for it to settle. Peeking at Xue Luhe from the corner of her eye, she found the situation a bit funny and couldn’t help asking:

“Have you… never taken care of anyone before?”

Xue Luhe nodded naturally. “No one has ever needed me to.”

Lin Mo scoffed. “As expected of the ‘evil rich.’ Maids at home, subordinates outside. I bet if you cough once, seventy or eighty hands appear to offer you a tissue.”

Xue Luhe watched her expressionlessly, offering no reply.

Lin Mo then thought of something else. She widened her eyes and asked with feigned shock: “No way… do you need someone to hand you paper when you’re in the bathroom too?”

The moment the words left her mouth and she saw Xue Luhe’s face darken, Lin Mo bit her lip, slightly regretting it. Outside the environment of the villa, she had fallen back into her habitual cheekiness, forgetting who she was talking to.

Seeing Xue Luhe’s grim expression, Lin Mo awkwardly looked away and found a new topic:

“Um, this drink tastes different from last time. It feels like the alcohol is stronger, and it’s not as sweet. Why?”

Xue Luhe shifted her posture, leaning one hand on the bar counter and resting her cheek in her palm. Her brow was relaxed, and her beautifully curved lips parted:

“Because… I put in less fruit syrup.”

Lin Mo asked curiously, “Why?”

Xue Luhe let out a soft chuckle. In this pose and with this expression, she looked like the lead in a youth romance movie; even her eyes seemed misty.

“Because… without you, I can’t be sweet.”

Thump-thump. That was the sound of a heartbeat.

Lin Mo felt her heart racing clearly. She realized her gaze toward the beauty opposite her was becoming a bit too naive. For a split second, she actually believed those words. She felt a flush of shyness mixed with a spark of joy.

But then she was shocked at herself. After experiencing so much of Xue Luhe’s lies, mood swings, and perverted cruelty, how could she—how dared she—still harbor feelings of expectation toward her?

“You sure know how to joke… that wasn’t funny at all!”

“I’m not joking. Those are my true feelings.”

Lin Mo froze. Looking into Xue Luhe’s eyes again, she actually saw a rare glimmer of sincerity.

It must be an illusion… Xue Luhe saying sweet things sincerely? Unless the “Big Creep” had her head caught in a door, how was that possible?

However, Xue Luhe continued: “I… want to say: I’m sorry.”

Lin Mo was shocked beyond measure. She sat frozen on the sofa, her whole body stiff, not knowing how to react. It really wasn’t an illusion. Xue Luhe had actually apologized. Regardless of the reason, the mere fact that it happened was rarer than seeing a penguin on the African savannah!

Seeing Lin Mo too stunned to speak, Xue Luhe lowered her gaze and continued with an apologetic tone.

“Regarding those photos… the situation I uncovered was that you hired people to kidnap Mu Fei, but they were unsuccessful. Mu Fei was rescued by Xi Shen.

Then, the following night, you were kidnapped and sent to Mu Fei’s hotel room. You were likely drugged and those photos were taken with a stranger. Furthermore, the news spread through the socialite circles instantly. Within a day, the photos were in my assistant’s hands.”

At this point, Xue Luhe looked into Lin Mo’s eyes and apologized sincerely once more: “I’m sorry. You were framed, and I… I was too impulsive that day.”

Lin Mo felt like her brain had shrunk to the size of a goldfish’s. She could barely process the information. It was too much. She went over the connections in her head several times before finally straightening out the cause and effect.

In other words, the original Lin Mo failed to kidnap Mu Fei and was instead retaliated against. Someone had planned and premeditated the bedroom photos and sent them to her temperamental villainous wife, Xue Luhe!

And this act had directly led to the original host’s death!

Understanding this, Lin Mo suddenly felt a wave of pity for the original host. This girl was so tragic—no IQ, no EQ, falling for someone impossible, and having zero sense of danger. Ever since she transmigrated, she hadn’t felt the presence of the original host at all. She suspected the original soul had long since vanished. It seemed the plot had gone wrong somewhere; the original host likely… died unexpectedly in her sleep.

At least she avoided the series of tortures that would have followed, Lin Mo thought.

A sense of responsibility welled up in her. The original host was so pitiful; since she had taken over the body, she should find out the truth to appease the girl’s spirit.

Xue Luhe watched Lin Mo’s expression closely. To her surprise, she saw only pity and sadness. Who is she pitying? Who is she sad for?

Lin Mo appeared pure and transparent on the surface, but in reality, there were always parts of her that even Xue Luhe couldn’t figure out. To Xue Luhe, Lin Mo was currently her most indecipherable—and most alluring—puzzle.

Xue Luhe traced the contours of Lin Mo’s face with her eyes, her gaze becoming hazy as her body slowly leaned in…

“Do you know who was behind the framing of Lin… of me?” Lin Mo suddenly asked.

The spell was broken.

Xue Luhe maintained her leaning position but answered seriously: “I suspect… Mu Fei assisted, and Xi Shen was the primary culprit.”

Hearing a “law-breaker” use the term “primary culprit” was quite subtle.

Lin Mo was thrown back into extreme shock. “How is that possible? How could it be Xi Shen? She’s the one who rescued me and gave me the villa to stay in… how could she frame me?”

Xue Luhe’s eyes turned tender. She gently reached out to pat Lin Mo’s arm while speaking the cold truth:

“At that time, Xi Shen was competing with me for a project. She noticed I doted on you, so she thought stealing you away would disrupt my thinking and interfere with my progress. At the critical moment, she intended to trade you for the project. But I didn’t let her succeed.”

Xi Shen actually… just for a company project? Just to annoy Xue Luhe, she “rescued” her from Xue Luhe’s hands?

Lin Mo knew Xi Shen wasn’t a saint and definitely had a motive, but she had never considered pure business interest. She had thought Xi Shen was still acting out of their childhood friendship.

She actually thought Xi Shen was a person of integrity! It turned out the woman was framing her behind her back and had ulterior motives… Lin Mo felt her worldview collapsing!

On second thought, she couldn’t just take Xue Luhe’s word for it. She had to leave room for doubt. After all, Xue Luhe had too much of a history of lying; it was hard to trust her.

Thinking this, Lin Mo adopted a business-like tone: “Do you have any evidence?”

Xue Luhe gave a bitter smile and shook her head. “No evidence.”

Lin Mo arched an eyebrow. She didn’t say more, but her silence spoke volumes.

Xue Luhe’s upturned eyes blinked slowly. After a long silence, she suddenly said: “Everything I said is true. Not a single lie.”

She pulled something out from somewhere and pressed it directly into Lin Mo’s hand, her expression deadly serious: “It was my fault for hurting you before. You can hit me back whenever you want.”

Lin Mo looked down. The cold, hard object in her hand was the very thing that appeared in her nightmares: the whip!

The familiar diamonds were embedded in the long, hard handle. The tip of the whip was covered in scales like a snake, emitting an eerie glint. This weapon, which Lin Mo deeply feared, was now coiled neatly and obediently in her palm, radiating a cold, inorganic chill.

Lin Mo stared blankly. It took her a while to realize: Xue Luhe was saying she could use this whip to hit her? Hit her back?

Lin Mo instinctively glanced at her ankle. There were no marks left now; she had recovered well. Of course, she could never forgive Xue Luhe, but that didn’t mean she could just take a whip to another person! She was just a weak, helpless, and pitiful successor of socialism—she was law-abiding, and “hitting people” was not in her dictionary!

Snap!

Lin Mo dropped the whip on the table like it was red-hot iron. She glared at Xue Luhe: “You think everyone is as violent as you? How could I ever hit you!”

The corners of Xue Luhe’s lips curled, but her expression was lonely. She lowered her eyes, her posture appearing almost humble. “Then what must I do for you to forgive me?”

Lin Mo’s eyes darted around, and she shouted:

“Be a good person! Stop doing bad things! Don’t keep trying to kidnap me back to the villa and lock me up! And don’t install cameras in my room!”

The words were like a clap of thunder, making the atmosphere between them turn strange. Xue Luhe looked up at her, then lowered her head and laughed. Her deep laughter echoed in the autumn sunset.

“You really did know.”

Now that she had laid her cards on the table, Lin Mo was prepared. She nodded. “Yes. I said those things on purpose too.”

The light of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains, landing gently on Xue Luhe’s head and shoulders. She looked soft in this light, and the mole at the corner of her eye seemed to glow.

She smiled and said softly: “The movie you were watching… was the one I won an award for, wasn’t it?”

Lin Mo nodded.

Xue Luhe continued smiling, as if lost in a gentle memory: “When we filmed that, the director was a very kind old man. It was his final work. To me, he was like a father…”

Her ethereal voice trailed off, as if unsure how to continue. It took a while before it picked up again: “In this world, he was the only one who, after getting to know the real me, still loved me. That is the story I wanted to tell you today. It ends here. Thank you for listening.”

Lin Mo was completely confused. She wanted to ask more, but she found herself being pushed toward the door by her collar.

Lin Mo: “Huh? What happened? What about the director? What’s the story? Did you fall for him, or did he fall for you?”

Xue Luhe shook her head and opened the door for Lin Mo. She only said: “I know you’re uncomfortable with me. Go back. Don’t worry, your home is ‘clean’ now.”

Lin Mo blurted out: “Holy crap, I hadn’t thought of that until you said it! Now I have to check the whole place when I get back! You didn’t invite me over just so you could install another camera, did you?! You’re such a creep!”

Xue Luhe opened her mouth but said nothing. Finally, she gave a sad smile: “As you wish.”

Lin Mo grabbed her bag and strode out, feeling a sense of relief like escaping a POW camp.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind: “Wait!”

Lin Mo felt a chill on her neck. Her collar had been pulled three times today; she couldn’t handle a fourth. She stood still obediently.

Then, she felt a cold, round object being pressed into her palm. Just by touch, she knew it was Xue Luhe’s whip.

“What is this for?”

Xue Luhe’s voice followed: “This is for you.”

Lin Mo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Why give it to me? I don’t know how to use it! Besides, I’m not a violent person, and I don’t like this thing.”

Xue Luhe smiled. Such a beautiful woman, yet the smile was weary and weathered. “If I’m apologizing, I must show sincerity. This is my sincerity. You are welcome to seek justice against me at any time.”

Lin Mo had nothing left to say. She took the whip and her bag, opened her door, went inside, and locked it. She didn’t dare look back, feeling Xue Luhe was still standing there watching her. The gaze felt physical, making her skin crawl.

Only after the door was double-locked and she had checked the room to ensure everything was as she left it did she relax. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the sofa.

Xue Luhe’s actions today were truly unexpected. At the restaurant, she had acted like a territorial rooster with perverted control issues. But back home, for all that time, she had actually acted like a decent human being.

Lin Mo might be a bit naive, but even she knew that to see if a person has changed, you don’t listen to what they say—you watch what they do.

Today’s change in Xue Luhe was surprising, but thinking about it, it was understandable. Xue Luhe was a proud woman. Someone as arrogant as her wouldn’t allow others to misunderstand her. She would rather apologize than have Lin Mo think she was just a brainless creep.

…She probably wouldn’t mind being called a “creep,” but calling her “brainless” or “low IQ” would probably infuriate her!

So that was the purpose of her apology? To let Lin Mo know she was capable of finding out the truth?

Let’s assume that for now… it’s impossible for her to have truly reformed! Who would believe that!

The cold sensation under her hand reminded her that the whip was now hers. She picked it up to inspect it. She felt the tip, thinking she might see the marks from when it hit her, but found none.

Ring ring…

Her phone rang. Lin Mo looked down and saw Xi Shen’s name. A chill ran through her. This woman… why did she feel even more hidden and terrifying than Xue Luhe? At least Xue Luhe was openly “bad,” whereas Xi Shen…

Lin Mo’s finger trembled as she answered: “Hello?”

Xi Shen’s voice was as elegant and noble as ever, pleasant to the ear, but Lin Mo could no longer appreciate it.

“Are you home? Xue Luhe didn’t make things difficult for you, did she?”

Lin Mo gave a few “Mms.”

Xi Shen continued: “After you left, Xue Luhe said a few things to me. I felt I had to tell you.”

Lin Mo pricked up her ears, sensing another bad omen.

The voice on the other end said: “Xue Luhe told me she will definitely make you return to her side, at all costs.”

A chill rose from Lin Mo’s tailbone to the top of her head, making her teeth chatter. What is with today? Two big shots taking turns to poison my mind? And both of them sounded quite believable.

So today, Xue Luhe’s apology was just part of those “costs”?

I knew it, Lin Mo thought. How could a mature boss like Xue Luhe act like a little girl, being all lonely and sad, pouring her heart out to apologize?

Lin Mo let out a cold laugh and said in an icy tone: “I understand. Thank you.”

Xi Shen’s voice was filled with a smile, sounding so gentle and considerate: “It’s good that you understand, Mo Mo. We grew up together; I trust you. I look forward to you divorcing her as soon as possible and ditching that scum. When that happens… you can come to me.”

Lin Mo was already numb. Hearing this, she just sneered and delivered a sudden counter-attack:

“Xi Shen, you should know that I have amnesia, so I don’t like you anymore. Even if I divorce Xue Luhe, I will never look for you. I hope you understand that besides you two, there are many, many beautiful women in this world who are mentally and physically normal.”

Xi Shen was left speechless. Lin Mo hung up immediately and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes.

Truly, she just wanted to get away from both of them. Xue Luhe had hurt her, imprisoned her, and lied to her, leaving deep psychological scars. Xi Shen was warm on the surface but framed her in secret, destroyed her reputation, and used her as a bargaining chip for profit.

Hehe… as expected of a melodramatic novel world. Not a single normal person.

Lin Mo opened her phone and started looking at rental listings and even flight tickets. She wanted to move to another city. She felt Suzhou was already rotten to the core.

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