The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The previous night, Xue Luhe had been staying in the guest room of the villa.

Since Lin Mo entered the villa a year ago, Xue Luhe had always slept in the study. She used to think the study was fine, but after Lin Mo left, the room felt suffocating. The stacks of books reaching the ceiling felt like a boundless, oppressive maze.

That night, she suffered from insomnia. Again.

Xue Luhe had been plagued by insomnia since she took over the group. After her parents’ sudden death, she had worked tirelessly day and night to reorganize the complex internal environment of the conglomerate while simultaneously maintaining her acting career. Overwhelmed by heavy thoughts every single night, she could rarely close her eyes, and even when she did, she was often jolted awake by midnight phone calls.

Over time, she grew accustomed to staring at the ceiling until dawn, before heading to meetings and business negotiations with bloodshot eyes.

She schemed and strategized, pulling the group back on track, only to realize she had lost the ability to feel genuine emotion. She threw herself into acting—taking on role after role, filming everything from romances and action movies to spy thrillers and art films. She did it just so that the moment someone yelled “Action!”, she could immerse herself in the world of a fictional person, forget her true identity, and experience the joys and sorrows of a normal human being.

Later, she met the old director who filmed the work that won her the International Best Actress award. That director had been obscure his entire life, a mere second-rate creator, only to achieve fame with that one movie. Sadly, just days after winning the award, he passed away.

Xue Luhe wept for him for three days and three nights, observing the full mourning rites. When her parents died, they had a Western-style funeral; she had no time to keep vigil and hadn’t even cried. Yet, for this director, she sat before his memorial tablet all night, her heart feeling utterly hollow.

After that, Xue Luhe married Lin Mo. Then, she met Mu Fei. Mu Fei produced a token from their childhood, and Xue Luhe recognized the unique girl from her past, beginning to support her career, consciously or otherwise.

A year later, Lin Mo’s sudden “affair” occurred, and Xue Luhe lashed out in a violent rage. But then, she discovered Lin Mo seemed to have amnesia.

Every time Xue Luhe recalled the first time she saw Lin Mo after that day, she felt strange. Seeing Lin Mo felt as if someone had suddenly cracked open a long-closed window, letting light, fresh air, and the scent of flowers pour in. Before that, she hadn’t even noticed such things existed. Lin Mo’s clean, clear eyes were the most enchanting flowers by that window.

Yet, Xue Luhe had allowed herself to hurt Lin Mo, over and over again. She felt she had to shatter this exquisite porcelain that fascinated her. She didn’t allow herself to be infatuated with anyone; ostensibly it was because of Mu Fei, but in reality, it was because she was afraid.

Becoming obsessed with someone felt like weightlessness—a constant state of falling with no way out, where you reach out only to grasp the darkness. Who would allow themselves to keep falling? The proud Xue Luhe certainly wouldn’t.

However, she still remembered the inexplicable peace she felt when she fell asleep naturally next to Lin Mo—a peace that no sleeping pill could ever provide.

The taste of insomnia was bitter. Xue Luhe tossed and turned in bed for a long time before opening Lin Mo’s WeChat and scrolling through her Moments. Since getting a new phone, Lin Mo had a new account with very few posts—barely a dozen, mostly pictures of food or scenery, with the occasional selfie.

Xue Luhe scrolled through every single post from top to bottom, then bottom to top, downloading every one of Lin Mo’s selfies to examine them minutely.

When she first married Lin Mo, it was because the group needed to enter the sector the Lin family occupied. To gain a powerful ally, Xue Luhe made the choice easily. She could always divorce later; as long as the secrets were kept and the contracts were tight, it didn’t matter. The Lin Mo who first entered the villa was arrogant, crude, and illogical—behaving like a frenzied beast. Xue Luhe hadn’t even wanted to look at her.

But now, in her selfies, Lin Mo’s eyes were clear and bright, her expression serene and content. She was an entirely different person.

Xue Luhe’s finger traced Lin Mo’s face on the screen. Her gaze was deep, her lips curving into a strange expression that was half-smile, half-sob. She brought the phone to her lips, as if to kiss the screen, but suddenly froze.

Why do I care about Lin Mo so much?

From the moment she discovered the amnesia, she had defied all logic by constantly monitoring and approaching her. When Lin Mo was rescued, her rational mind knew she shouldn’t look for her, yet her emotions were uncontrollable, leading her to search every inch of the city. She moved into a tiny apartment just to be across the hall from her. Discovering her misunderstanding made her feel worse than the victim, forcing her to chase after the girl to explain.

Lin Mo had told her to “be a good person.” For the past two weeks, she hadn’t even lost her temper with her subordinates, constantly wondering if her actions were those of a “good person.”

Xue Luhe had always disdained her own emotions because usually, nothing moved her. But in the early hours of this rainy autumn morning, holding a photo of Lin Mo, she had a sudden epiphany.

It was obvious to everyone else, yet she, the player in the game, had been lost in the fog. After acting in so many romance movies, she finally reached a conclusion:

She likely, truly, had fallen in love with the post-amnesia Lin Mo!

Xue Luhe’s body trembled slightly. She pulled the phone away and immediately called her driver. Ignoring the man’s groggy voice, she said coldly:

“Prepare the car. I’m going to the apartment now.”

She couldn’t wait! She wanted to find Lin Mo, grab her shoulders, look into her eyes, and speak her feelings aloud. Xue Luhe was never one to repress her emotions; she simply never had any. Now, suddenly feeling the stirrings of love, she was filled with joy and wanted to tell the whole world!

She was a normal person too! She could like people! She had feelings! She wasn’t an absolute monster; she was a human being!

Sitting in the back of the car, Xue Luhe smiled the entire way, looking radiant. She had dressed up specifically for the occasion, wearing one of her most expensive casual gowns to ensure she looked her best for Lin Mo.

She parked, went up to the 22nd floor, and rushed to Unit 2201, ringing the doorbell forcefully. The sound echoed through the entire floor, quickly waking the couple in 2202. The man opened his door to complain:

“What’s going on? Can’t people get some sleep?”

Xue Luhe glared at him wordlessly. The man shivered, his sleepiness vanishing as he realized the face was familiar. He stammered:

“You… aren’t you… that movie star?”

Xue Luhe let out an impatient roar: “Don’t bother me!”

She slammed the doorbell again.

The neighbor muttered softly: “Stop ringing. She’s long gone. When I got up to use the bathroom around 4:00 AM, I heard her open the door and take the elevator.”

Xue Luhe’s hand stopped. She turned slowly to look at the man, her eyes filled with murderous intent. “What did you say? Say that again.”

The man repeated himself tremulously and quickly shut his door, fleeing back inside.

Xue Luhe called her driver to check with the building security. When the answer was confirmed, a surge of fury hit her.

This woman! She dared to sneak away in the middle of the night! Is she moving? Is she trying to get away from me?!

How could she do this? How could she ignore Xue Luhe’s feelings and try to escape? She had already apologized! What more did she want!

Xue Luhe pulled out her phone and called Lin Mo repeatedly, but no matter how long it rang, there was no answer. She gripped the phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she sent a barrage of messages, frantically demanding to know where Lin Mo was, why she wasn’t answering, and how she could leave without permission.

Where the hell are you? What are you trying to do!] [I don’t give you permission to leave me! I won’t allow it!

There was no reply. By 6:30 AM, the calls wouldn’t even go through anymore.

Xue Luhe stood at the top of the stairs, her wrist trembling with force, veins bulging on the back of her hand and her neck. Under the dim yellow light of the stairwell, she looked like a vengeful spirit from hell—utterly terrifying.

She held the lifeless phone, using her last shred of reason not to hurl it down the stairs. But she desperately wanted to break something.

Xue Luhe unlocked the door to 2203. From the moment she stepped inside, she grabbed everything—the decorative vase in the entryway, the throw pillows and cushions on the sofa, the fruit bowl and cups on the table—and smashed them violently onto the floor.

A moment later, the room was a chaotic mess of dust and shards. The culprit sat on the dusty floor, looking dazed and defeated. Her eyes were open, but she saw nothing. Her hand had been cut by glass shards, but she felt no pain.

She remembered the feeling of total emptiness she had felt at the director’s memorial. Beneath her beautiful exterior, her thoughts and feelings, once soft and fluid, had turned into a block of stone. No longer soft, no longer flowing—everything was frozen. No past, no future, no light, no dark. She had become entirely stone.

A long time passed until the first ray of dawn filtered through the shredded curtains, landing warmly on her hair and eyes. This beam of light woke her up.

She realized there was still hope. The old director was dead, separated by the boundary of life and death. But Lin Mo had only run away. She was still in this world. As long as she existed, there was hope.

With a bleeding palm, she dug her phone out from the wreckage and called her assistant, Xu Lu.

“…Find her.”

West City was a major hub in the Northwest. The people there were tall and sturdy, and the elderly locals were incredibly warm, their speech carries a rugged, hearty charm.

After landing and dragging her suitcase out, Lin Mo went to check into her hotel. Along the way, several elderly locals chatted her up—some offered free rides, others tried to give her fruit and snacks.

Lin Mo declined them all with a bright smile and finally made it safely to the hotel. The moment she entered the room, she collapsed onto the soft, large bed. The whole journey felt like a dream!

She took out her phone and scrolled through the mountain of messages from Xue Luhe. She clicked on the avatar, her finger hovering over the “Block” button for a long time.

Eventually, she put the phone down. She simply deleted the chat log with Xue Luhe. Out of sight, out of mind.

Tossing the phone aside, she set her alarm and drifted into a sweet, deep sleep.

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