The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Qing Jing’s eyes, normally gentle and peaceful, suddenly turned razor-sharp. She looked at Xue Luhe with a calm face, but a storm was brewing in her gaze.

Then, she offered a small smile, though her voice was slightly strained: “I believe Miss Xue must be joking.”

Lin Mo immediately chimed in: “Right, right, right, something like this has to be a joke…”

The two of them were perfectly in sync, but the person in front of them wasn’t buying the performance. The corners of Xue Luhe’s mouth twitched upward, and the look she gave Qing Jing was one of undisguised irony:

“I never joke.”

Qing Jing stared at Xue Luhe for a long moment, her expression unreadable. At this moment, she no longer looked like her usual harmless self.

Lin Mo looked back and forth between them, feeling that things were getting weird. Was the atmosphere… off? Why? At first glance, both of them seemed unlike themselves, but upon closer inspection, they were still wearing their original expressions.

Yet, the air was crackling as if electric sparks were flying. Lin Mo was usually insensitive to atmosphere, but even she felt these two should not be in the same room.

Lin Mo grabbed Qing Jing’s arm and pulled her back, forcing a smile and waving at Xue Luhe: “Uh… I have to work now, so I’m heading in. You should go take care of your business too!”

Xue Luhe’s gaze shifted downward, landing on the hand Lin Mo was using to pull Qing Jing. Her eyes were deep and dangerous, as if her gaze alone could sever the connection between the two women.

Lin Mo felt a literal shiver down her spine. This was the real Xue Luhe—dangerous, mysterious, impossible to read, and occasionally flashing a bloodthirsty look that felt like it could tear your heart out.

And yet, this Xue Luhe said she wanted to pursue her?

Lin Mo felt more and more like she was in an absurd farce. She began to wonder if she was still dreaming, or if she had fallen asleep too early and was stuck in a nightmare.

“My ‘business’ is you.”

Xue Luhe spoke slowly and softly, her voice like a thread of autumn wind brushing against the tip of Lin Mo’s ear.

Lin Mo pulled Qing Jing and fled the scene quickly, her ears turning a secret shade of red.

Back in the small office, Lin Mo’s heart was still pounding. She couldn’t tell if she was being flirted with or just plain terrified. After all, combined with her previous sentence:

“Go take care of your business!” “You are my business.”

Well… you can’t blame Lin Mo for having a dirty mind. Anyone hearing that would think in a certain direction!

She sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. Honestly, after such a stimulating confession, her mind was a mess. She couldn’t focus on her planning proposal at all.

“Momo, what are you thinking about?”

Qing Jing suddenly walked over to Lin Mo’s chair. She was beautiful and always smelled of roses. As she leaned in, the distinct but not overpowering scent invaded Lin Mo’s senses.

For a split second, Lin Mo actually wanted to dodge. A thought flashed through her mind: What if Xue Luhe sees us this close?

But the moment that thought appeared, Lin Mo got angry at herself. She warned herself: Don’t think about Xue Luhe! I have nothing to do with her. Who cares what she thinks! It’s broad daylight; she can’t just kidnap me!

Thinking this, Lin Mo reached out, wrapped her arm around the back of the chair, and leaned forward, her hand lightly encircling Qing Jing’s waist. She gave a bright smile:

“I was thinking that the woman named Xue must have taken the wrong medicine today. I don’t believe a single punctuation mark she says!”

Qing Jing’s worried expression finally relaxed into a subtle sigh of relief. She reached out to pat Lin Mo’s head, her tone gentle and kind:

“It’s best that you think that way. I’m telling you, she is a terrifying person. You must never be deceived by her sweet talk, okay?”

Lin Mo nodded vigorously. She fully agreed with Qing Jing. Who would ever want to be with a woman like Xue Luhe? Besides, Xue Luhe didn’t even use “sweet talk”—every sentence she spoke usually felt like a verbal assassination.

Qing Jing chatted with Lin Mo for a while longer before turning to leave.

Only a few minutes after she left, the office door burst open. Li Kexin walked in, looking incredibly excited, her eyebrows raised high as she headed straight for Lin Mo.

“Momo! What is going on between you and Xue Luhe?! Is she really pursuing you? When is the wedding? I want to be a bridesmaid!”

The other people in the office didn’t know yet, but hearing Xue Luhe’s name, they all erupted! Everyone swarmed her, asking questions a hundred times more gossip-hungry than tabloid reporters:

“Wait, what? Momo, you know Xue Luhe? Is she outside right now? What’s the deal?” “Is her saying she’s pursuing you some kind of TV show stunt, or did you know each other before?” “I always felt Momo was a hidden talent! I knew it! She’s the secret girlfriend from outside the industry! I’m so jealous!”

Lin Mo was surrounded. She didn’t even have room to breathe, let alone answer a question. Her computer and workspace were being pushed to the edge of the world. She finally shouted in frustration:

“Enough! Anyone who wants to hear the story, sit back down in your seats quietly!”

With that, they looked at each other and immediately scuttled back to their desks, necks craned toward Lin Mo like a brood of hungry baby swallows. Lin Mo felt like a mother bird.

Startled by her own strange analogy, she spoke hesitantly: “I… I used to live in Suzhou, as you all know. Xue Luhe lives there too. Something… happened between us that I can’t really share with outsiders. Now she’s apparently obsessed and followed me to West City. That’s it.”

The crowd was disappointed. Li Kexin pouted: “That’s it? That’s like telling us nothing! You skipped the most exciting part!”

The shouting and cheering continued: “Yeah! We want details! Details are the best part!”

Just as they were clamoring, a chaotic sound came from outside. Lin Mo felt something was wrong. Now, whenever things got messy, she assumed Xue Luhe was the cause. She ran out to check.

A few colleagues poked their heads out too, but their brows furrowed when they saw the scene in the lobby. The lobby was bustling and loud, not sounding like a coffee shop at all.

A tour group of middle-aged and elderly people wearing little red hats had somehow wandered in to rest. The guide, holding a small red flag, was confirming drinks and desserts with everyone. As the guide headed to the counter, she suddenly spotted Xue Luhe.

The guide recognized her instantly and shouted: “Ah! It’s Xue Luhe!”

The group became restless. Grandpas and grandmas struggled out of their chairs, turning shakily to look at the corner. Xue Luhe covered her face with her hand, preparing to leave, but accidentally bumped into an elderly person’s arm. The person stumbled as if about to fall.

Xue Luhe reached out quickly to catch them but missed.

Qing Jing appeared out of nowhere, catching the elderly person herself. Once they were steady, she straightened their clothes and spoke to the group with a smile:

“You must be mistaken. My little shop is just a place for everyone to rest; how could an international superstar be here? This young lady here must have misidentified someone.”

After saying this, Qing Jing gave a slight nod to Xue Luhe and said in a low voice: “My friend, please leave quickly to avoid being disturbed.”

Xue Luhe stood at the door, her eyes fixed on Qing Jing. She seemed ready to leave, but then stood perfectly still. Qing Jing maintained her quiet smile, helping another elderly person and smiling at the guide.

The guide scrutinized Xue Luhe’s face. Although she could only see the lower half, she felt her judgment was correct. “Is it really not her, Boss? If it is, I’d love an autograph. My sister has loved her for years!”

The young guide leaned toward Qing Jing, asking piteously.

Qing Jing turned toward Xue Luhe: “Don’t give others false expectations.”

The guide was confused by the statement, looking at Xue Luhe suspiciously. The elderly people behind them were tired and had poor eyesight; they didn’t understand what was going on and were just resting quietly.

Behind the counter, Lin Mo watched the whole thing from afar. Her peeking colleagues whispered:

“What is the boss doing?” “Looks like she’s falling out with Xue Luhe…” “Yeah, Xue Luhe looks really unhappy. Is this a good idea?”

Lin Mo squinted. She couldn’t hear everything, but Qing Jing’s last sentence reached her ears clearly. She was impressed. Is being vague and cryptic a required skill for all female bosses?

“What belongs to me will never fall into the hands of others. Unless I die.”

Xue Luhe spoke these words to Qing Jing in a deep, powerful tone. It wasn’t loud, but it was just enough for Lin Mo to hear.

Lin Mo’s skin crawled. Only she could have such a strong reaction to those words; only she knew that after saying something like that, Xue Luhe was capable of doing something horrifying.

At that moment, Lin Mo realized she actually understood Xue Luhe quite well—perhaps better than Xue Luhe understood herself when it came to possessiveness and control.

Feeling uncomfortable, Lin Mo retreated to the small office, not wanting to see that face anymore. No matter how beautiful she was, a psycho was a psycho, and she was still repulsive.

Pursue me? Get lost!

Lin Mo threw herself into her work with extreme seriousness, not caring what happened outside. She was just an ordinary person with no family in this world; she had to work hard to get rid of the shadow Xue Luhe had cast over her.

She really didn’t want to look at that woman for another second.

Soon it was lunchtime, and she went to a private room to eat with everyone. During lunch, gossip was flying. Lin Mo was forced to hear numerous follow-ups she hadn’t witnessed.

“Did you know? Xue Luhe was so cool this morning! That line she said was so dreamy, my ears went numb~” “Yeah, when she said ‘Unless I die,’ it felt like I was watching a movie!” “By the way, Boss, I felt like you were kicking her out?”

A brave male waiter asked Qing Jing directly. The other colleagues mentally praised this “innocent” co-worker while pricking up their ears for the answer.

Qing Jing’s soft, full arms rested on the table. She kept her usual gentle smile, appearing to have no ulterior motive as she spoke the truth:

“I indeed wanted her to leave. This is a coffee shop, not a tourist attraction for celebrity spotting. If one Xue Luhe comes, thousands of fans might follow. Then we can’t do business, right?”

The waiter thought for a moment and said: “But if thousands of fans come for coffee, wouldn’t we get rich?”

Everyone laughed. Lin Mo joined in, saying to the waiter:

“If those fans come, they’ll squeeze out other customers. Selling a few ‘Xue Luhe-style’ coffees in the short term hurts the brand value in the long term! We can’t go for quick cash, plus maintaining order costs a lot of money!”

The waiter scratched his head. “As expected of a planner. I have a lot to learn.”

Qing Jing took a bite of food, chewed slowly, and praised Lin Mo: “In professional matters, you’ve always seen things clearly. Our philosophies are identical. I hope you have the same precise insight in other matters. Cheers!”

Everyone raised their glasses. The shop had some low-alcohol drinks for the staff that day. Lin Mo couldn’t drink much, so her glass was just cola, but she raised it like the rest. She looked at her cola and wrinkled her nose:

“I want to drink that too… but I get drunk instantly. If I drink now, I can’t work this afternoon. Why am I such a lightweight?”

Qing Jing raised her glass and specifically clinked it against Lin Mo’s. A meaningful look passed between them through the shimmering liquid.

After lunch, Lin Mo rested for a bit and continued working. By evening, she found a beautifully packaged small bottle of alcohol in her bag. Just the cap, wrapped in a bow, was peeking out.

Lin Mo was surprised, but since her colleagues had already left, she didn’t know who to ask. She took her bag and walked to the door.

Qing Jing’s black Mercedes was parked in front. As Lin Mo approached, the window rolled down, revealing Qing Jing’s gentle face. Naturally, she had already opened the passenger door, waiting for Lin Mo.

However, behind the Mercedes, a white Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly honked.

Honk.

The continuous noise was irritating. Lin Mo poked her head out to see who was being so rude. Seeing the car, she realized. Of course, besides the “Big Psycho” Xue Luhe, who else would do something like this in the middle of the road?

Qing Jing glanced in the rearview mirror and asked softly: “Is that car Xue Luhe’s?”

Lin Mo gave a small nod. She had seen Xue Luhe drive that car in Suzhou.

Hearing this, Qing Jing’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes curving like crescents. She spoke with a playful, girlish tone:

“Since it’s her… let’s go!”

The passenger door locked automatically, and Qing Jing hit the gas, shooting out from the quiet lane like an arrow! Lin Mo grabbed her seatbelt, her adrenaline spiking. She gave a small scream of excitement then quickly shut her mouth. The window was half-open, and the wind was so strong she couldn’t open her eyes, her hair whipping against her face.

“Ahhh—what—are you—doing—”

Qing Jing turned her face, still smiling gently, but her foot didn’t lift off the gas.

“We’re escaping.”

Lin Mo felt her eyes were blocked and her brain was clouded; she found it hard to understand the meaning of the words for a moment.

Fortunately, they soon reached her apartment complex. When they stopped, Lin Mo looked back—Xue Luhe’s Rolls-Royce hadn’t followed.

Lin Mo hopped out to run to her room, but heard Qing Jing’s gentle voice: “Should I escort you up?”

Lin Mo turned to look at her. She might be oblivious sometimes, but she wasn’t an idiot. A woman like Qing Jing, who planned everything meticulously, surely had many layers. Yet, such a person was willing to offend Xue Luhe to help her, even putting her own business at risk.

Lin Mo looked at Qing Jing’s slightly drooping eyes. That eye shape always looked innocent and soft, as if lacking any aggression. But Lin Mo could feel that deep down, Qing Jing also hid a volcano; she just never showed it to outsiders. But now, for Lin Mo, she was fighting Xue Luhe… it had ignited that volcano. She looked a bit “wild” right now.

Lin Mo shrugged and played dumb: “Better not, Sister. My place is a mess. Besides, I’m already at the building. I can get back by myself.”

Qing Jing paused, her smile sincere. “Alright, stay safe. Send me a message when you’re inside. Don’t forget!”

Lin Mo nodded and pressed the elevator button. As the doors closed, she felt a sense of exhaustion. In her previous decades, she had no luck with romance, but after entering this book, all sorts of strange “peach blossoms” appeared.

Forget the psycho Xue Luhe—maybe those days of living together in the villa gave her a romantic delusion. And Xi Shen? Lin Mo was sure she was just a tool, but over time, she felt Xi Shen had started to care too much.

And now, there was Qing Jing, the hardest one to refuse. Honestly, Qing Jing hadn’t done anything out of line, but thinking about it, she had done everything she could do.

The elevator dinged. Lin Mo snapped out of her thoughts, key in hand, looking around alertly. Fortunately, Xue Luhe wasn’t at the door today. She went inside, checked the rooms, and sighed with relief, collapsing on the sofa.

She spotted the small bottle of alcohol in her bag. It was beautiful—a pale yellow liquid in a retro-style foreign bottle. She couldn’t read the label. She found a glass, opened the cap, and poured herself a full drink, taking a small sip.

It tasted comfortable—fresh and sweet. It didn’t taste like alcohol; it tasted more like fruit juice.

She turned on the TV and ate some snacks. One chip, one sip of alcohol. She quickly finished the glass. The alcohol hit her fast. Her face flushed, the people on TV started doubling, and her brain felt woody. She couldn’t follow the plot anymore.

Feeling thirsty, she reached out blindly, thinking she was grabbing a water bottle, but she grabbed the alcohol again. She poured more into the glass, spilling it all over the table, but finally filled it halfway. Her fingers trembling, she raised the glass and drained it in one go, followed by a violent coughing fit.

Just as she was completely spinning, a knock came at the door. She checked the time: 9:00 PM.

“So late… who… who is it?” she shouted. But because she was drunk, her tongue felt thick and her voice didn’t carry well.

Afraid the person didn’t hear, she put on her slippers, went to the door, and yelled: “What! You’re… disturbing my rest! I’m… going to sleep!”

There was a sound outside, but she couldn’t hear clearly. She looked through the peephole. She realized she was so drunk she couldn’t see the person’s face, only that it was a woman in a dress.

Was it Xue Luhe? Or Qing Jing?

Regardless, she shouted at the door: “I don’t care… who you are… I’m! Not! Opening! The! Door!”

After her crazy outburst, she turned and lay back on the sofa. The knocking stopped, but her phone rang. She answered without looking.

“Are you drunk? Open the door. A drunk person shouldn’t sleep alone!”

On the other end was a beautiful voice, filled with anxiety.

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