The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

For the duration of a single breath, Lin Mo almost thought Xue Luhe was going to kiss her.

Isn’t this a common trope in movies? One party takes advantage of the other’s confusion in the dark to steal a kiss—the frame freezes, the BGM swells, and a soft-focus filter hits the actor’s surprised yet shy expression.

In the darkness, Lin Mo heard her own heart thumping—thump-thump, thump-thump—beating very fast, full of panic. Unexpectedly, amidst the panic, there were also unnamable sensations that made her body soften and her breathing quicken. She didn’t even know if she was afraid of it happening or secretly anticipating it.

However, after an unknown amount of time, no out-of-line behavior occurred. On the contrary, Xue Luhe turned on her phone flashlight. A beam of cold, diffused light suddenly flared up, dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere.

Xue Luhe scanned the room with the light and asked calmly:

“Where is the fuse box? Did a circuit break, or did you forget to pay the electricity bill?”

Lin Mo’s brain was a bit foggy. It took her a moment to point toward the fuse box and say:

“I just paid the bill a few days ago.”

Using the flashlight for guidance, Xue Luhe stood up and walked to the fuse box, tilting the light upward. The landlord had installed the box quite high; usually, Lin Mo had to fetch a small stool to reach it, but Xue Luhe didn’t need one at all. She reached up and flipped the cover open while standing on the floor.

Lin Mo walked over and turned on her own flashlight to help provide light. Xue Luhe’s neck was arched high, revealing the beautiful silhouette of a swan under the cold light. Her expression was serious, her gaze focused on the box. She quickly discovered a row of flipped switches. She pressed a small side button first, then pushed the switches back up.

The sounds of “click” and “clack” followed one after another. The room was instantly flooded with light, and several appliances hummed back to life. Xue Luhe stepped back, closed the decorative painting over the fuse box, lightly clapped the dust off her hands, and turned to Lin Mo with a satisfied smile:

“There, all fixed. Don’t run so many appliances at once from now on. I’ll have the landlord come by another day to replace the fuse with a thicker one, okay?”

Lin Mo stared at her blankly, unable to speak for a moment. Seeing her silence, Xue Luhe asked again:

“Did you hear me?”

Only then did Lin Mo nod, lower her eyes, and return to the sofa to take a sip of water. Xue Luhe sat down beside her, watching her with eyes full of mirth. Sensing the other’s mischievous gaze, Lin Mo glared at her and turned halfway away. Her face was quite red now, and she didn’t want the other woman to see it, so she turned her back and drank water desperately.

Lin Mo was speechless at her own tendency to blush. The other person hadn’t even done anything, yet her own imagination was enough to make her turn red. What would happen if something actually happened? Would she turn into a cooked lobster on the spot?

Xue Luhe suddenly said:

“Turn around.”

Lin Mo didn’t move, sitting as still as a statue.

“If you don’t turn around, I’ll assume you’re shy.”

Ten thousand “grass mud horses” galloped through Lin Mo’s mind. She whipped around, glaring at Xue Luhe and shouting:

“You’re the one who’s shy! Your whole family is shy!”

She thought she looked fierce, but what she didn’t know was that in Xue Luhe’s eyes, she looked tender, soft, and incredibly cute.

Xue Luhe gazed at the beauty before her. Lin Mo’s features were delicate and refined—the kind of “girl-next-door” beauty that brought joy to anyone who saw her. When such a beauty had soft pink clouds on her cheeks, her cuteness multiplied, making Xue Luhe want to reach out and pinch them.

Thinking it was as good as doing it, she raised both hands, pinched Lin Mo’s cheeks, and gave them a little shake.

Lin Mo got even angrier. Her cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish. She raised her hands to swat at Xue Luhe’s:

“Let go of me!”

Xue Luhe continued to pinch, her expression arrogant with no intention of letting go. She said with a smile:

“Your face is just too pinchable. I couldn’t help myself.”

Fuming, Lin Mo had a flash of inspiration and raised her own hands to pinch Xue Luhe’s cheeks. Then, tragedy struck. Xue Luhe was so thin that Lin Mo missed on the first try; on the second try, she finally managed to grab a layer of skin!

The texture… well… it wasn’t very good.

With Xue Luhe’s hands on Lin Mo’s cheeks and Lin Mo’s hands crossing over to pinch Xue Luhe’s face, they sat there with four hands busy, fingers moving back and forth in retaliation. If an outsider had seen this, they would have found it both hilarious and unbelievable.

After a while, they both stopped. Lin Mo’s cheeks had been kneaded so much they felt itchy, and she really wanted to laugh. But if she laughed now, wouldn’t that be admitting defeat? She tried her best to hold it in, but the mirth in her eyes betrayed her.

It was the same for Xue Luhe. Her precious face had never been messed with like this. It felt strange. But seeing Lin Mo having fun made her happy, so she didn’t stop her.

Eventually, Lin Mo lost interest, her voice muffled:

“How long are you going to keep pinching? Is that enough?”

Xue Luhe burst into laughter, then turned serious:

“I’ll count to three, and we let go together.”

Lin Mo wrinkled her nose: “Do you think I’ll fall for such a simple trick?”

Xue Luhe gave a light laugh, said nothing, and started counting:

“Three… two… one!”

At “one,” Lin Mo didn’t let go. But Xue Luhe did—cleanly and without hesitation.

Lin Mo had planned to wait for the countdown to end and then accuse Xue Luhe of trying to trick her while showing off that she hadn’t fallen for it. She never expected that Xue Luhe, who usually schemed with every word, would actually keep her promise this time.

Xue Luhe put her hands on her knees, her face still turned toward Lin Mo. She even adjusted her angle to make it easier for Lin Mo to pinch her. Lin Mo didn’t know what to do. This submissive attitude made it seem like she was the one being unreasonable.

“It wasn’t a trick,” Xue Luhe said softly, then blinked at Lin Mo. “Just like my feelings, it’s real.”

Lin Mo: “…”

When did this woman enroll in the ‘How to Flirt’ Academy? This is too much! Damn it, why is my heart racing? Heart, get it together! The person in front of you is the Great Demon King!

Lin Mo didn’t know how to respond, so she chose to change the subject:

“Haha… it’s late. You should go back.”

The words were so stiff that Lin Mo wanted to bite her tongue as soon as she said them. So un-smooth! I look so inexperienced right now!

Xue Luhe smiled slightly and, to Lin Mo’s surprise, didn’t argue. She said softly:

“Right… it is late. Well then, see you tomorrow.”

As soon as she spoke, she stood up, walked to the door, took her coat and bag, and started changing her shoes. Lin Mo was stunned. Why was this person constantly defying expectations? Why was she being so “good” tonight? Was this still the Great Demon King? Lin Mo asked herself this for the Nth time today.

Xue Luhe finished changing her shoes and turned back at the entryway to smile:

“Get some rest. Don’t overthink things regarding your boss.”

Lin Mo nodded mechanically. Before the power outage, she had been troubled by the matter with Qing Jing, but afterward, she had completely forgotten about it. Thinking about it now, she felt it wasn’t a big deal anymore. Qing Jing had the right to pursue someone she liked in any way she chose—there was nothing inherently wrong with it. It was just that the method was hard for Lin Mo to accept.

Xue Luhe stood at the entrance, quietly watching Lin Mo’s face for a moment.

Lin Mo asked curiously: “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

Xue Luhe shook her head: “No, I just want to remember your expression right now. That way, when I can’t sleep, I can call it to mind.”

Lin Mo was both surprised and dazed, her mouth hanging slightly open. She wanted to ask something but didn’t know what. Xue Luhe gave a light, self-deprecating laugh:

“You probably can’t imagine it, but I can only sleep soundly when I’m near you. So when I can’t sleep, I imagine you’re by my side so I can fall asleep as quickly as possible.”

Outside, the gloomy sky seemed washed clean as a few rays of sunlight suddenly appeared. The light of the setting sun fell on the wall by the entryway, imprinting Xue Luhe’s long, upright silhouette perfectly. The silhouette looked like a work of art.

Watching the shadow on the wall and listening to Xue Luhe reveal such private and sincere feelings, Lin Mo felt her heart being washed by waves—one moment warm and moist, the next cold and worried. She truly never realized that Xue Luhe had become so dependent on her. She thought Xue Luhe’s pursuit was just a byproduct of her desire for control—nothing more.

She never thought that Xue Luhe would see her as so special because of a sleep issue. This meant that when Xue Luhe said she was pursuing her and liked her, it might actually be true.

This realization alone was a huge shock to Lin Mo’s system. Her brain felt like it had stopped working; she was completely floored.

Xue Luhe lowered her eyes, and when she looked up again, there was a different meaning in her gaze:

“I need you more than you imagine… so, I will change for you.”

Lin Mo looked at the silhouette on the wall and said nothing. She didn’t know what to say. Should she say “Don’t change, you’re already beautiful”? Her thoughts were numb. She didn’t snap out of it until Xue Luhe opened the door and left.

The door closed with a crisp sound. When Lin Mo looked again, there was only empty sunlight at the entryway. She sat on the sofa, occasionally taking a sip of water, thinking for a full hour.

What should she do next?

Although Qing Jing used a method that made her uncomfortable, Lin Mo was still reluctant to leave this comfortable environment. Besides, since nothing had been explicitly brought into the open, she could play dumb and stay.

As for Xue Luhe… the situation was much more complicated.

Lin Mo had been waiting for Xue Luhe’s interest to fade, thinking that one day she would lose interest and vanish from her life. But looking at her behavior over the last two days, Lin Mo discovered a terrifying fact:

Xue Luhe—the biggest villain in the book, international film queen, overbearing CEO, and the terrifying Demon King herself…

She might actually, truly be in love with her. She even said she was willing to change.

Lin Mo thought back and realized that in the original novel, Xue Luhe never seemed to have said anything like “I’ll change for you” to the original female lead, Mu Fei. But now she had said it to her!

Heavens, wasn’t this OOC (Out of Character)? Xue Luhe’s persona in the original book wasn’t like this at all! What happened to the “forceful possession” and “bloodthirsty madness”?

Lin Mo leaned back in despair, covering her eyes. She didn’t want to look at this terrifying world for another second.

Everyone was OOC! Xi Shen was supposed to be just a bit “belly-black” (scheming), but he became super scheming and loves making trouble in private! Mu Fei was originally on the “pure, kind, gentle farm girl” route, but she turned into a scheming girl. Without Xue Luhe leading her, all she had left was蹭ing red carpets to get exposure—the original lead’s broad highway had become a single-log bridge!

And this Qing Jing, who didn’t even appear in the original book—why did Lin Mo meet her and get schemed against?

Finally, there was the biggest bug of all, the great villain Xue Luhe, who now wanted to turn over a new leaf for Lin Mo!

After thinking it over, Lin Mo could only conclude: her soul, which had traveled into the book, had scrambled everyone’s life trajectories!

Heaven knows, Lin Mo’s original goal was just not to die! Is there anything wrong with not wanting to die? No! But why, just because she didn’t want to die, did she suddenly become a “man-killer” (heartthrob)?

Xue Luhe, Qing Jing, Xi Shen… everyone was intricately linked to her, and they all had feelings for her. But Lin Mo didn’t want any of them! No romance, no trouble!

Then again, if she had to choose one… it would still be Qing Jing.

Rationally, Lin Mo knew that if she had to choose a partner, Qing Jing was the absolute top choice. In terms of social status, temperament, and appearance, Qing Jing was the most suitable match. But for some reason, whenever she thought about this, Xue Luhe’s figure flashed in her mind. Specifically, that self-deprecating, desolate look Xue Luhe had at the entryway. Half-reproachful, half-resentful, like mist or smoke—impossible to see through, yet making one want to figure it out even more.

Fine, why do a multiple-choice question? Isn’t it good to be beautiful alone! Really!

A “knock-knock-knock” at the door interrupted Lin Mo’s tangled thoughts.

She asked in confusion: “Who is it?”

A polite male voice came from outside: “Hello, I’m from XX Hotel for a food delivery. A lady ordered a meal for you.”

It was the hotel where they had eaten at noon. One could guess who did it with their toes—who else but the domineering Xue Luhe?

Lin Mo helplessly went to accept the delivery. It was a huge box, exquisitely packaged—it was even a hardwood box. She opened it to find six cute dishes inside:

Char siu, sweet and sour fish, braised chicken, candied sweet potatoes, roasted vegetables, and braised tofu. Every single one was a dish Lin Mo liked.

Lin Mo was actually a foodie with a broad palate; she loved everything and wanted to try everything. But her preference leaned toward strong flavors, sweets, and meat. Looking at these dishes, Lin Mo remembered that several of them had been made by Xue Luhe’s chef back at the villa. She had liked them then, and she guessed that information had been reported to Xue Luhe.

With mixed feelings, Lin Mo picked up her chopsticks. She put a piece of char siu in her mouth—slightly sweet, meaty, and melting in her mouth. It was delicious. The other dishes were also top-tier, but she ate this meal with a heavy heart.

What did Xue Luhe want? Sometimes she was incredibly good to her, and other times she couldn’t hide her wolf’s tail, threatening and intimidating at every turn. Giving a slap then a sweet date—isn’t that just Xue Luhe’s routine?

Lin Mo silently finished the food. There was a little left over, which she put in the fridge for a late-night snack. She planned to watch a movie and go to sleep when she suddenly received a text from Qing Jing:

Momo, is it convenient to talk on the phone now?

For some reason, Lin Mo became instantly nervous, a feeling of reluctance rising in her heart. She didn’t want to talk to Qing Jing right now; she didn’t want to hear her explanation, and she didn’t want to pursue a deep relationship with her.

After much consideration, she replied:

Sister Qing, I’m sorry, I’m feeling a bit unwell and have already gone to bed. Can we talk at the shop tomorrow?

Qing Jing’s reply came quickly:

Where do you feel unwell? Should I bring some medicine over?

Lin Mo stared at her phone in silence. She wanted to tell Qing Jing directly that there was no need for such enthusiasm. Wasn’t her perfunctory attitude obvious enough? She just didn’t want to deal with it; there was no point in prying.

But on the surface, she replied respectfully:

I’ve already taken medicine and I’m very sleepy, so I’m going to sleep now. See you tomorrow~

After a while, Qing Jing replied:

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Having finally dealt with the two major beauties blocking her way, her mood relaxed significantly. She lay on the sofa playing with her phone. As she scrolled through the news, an entertainment headline appeared:

“Breaking: Mu Fei is attending an event in West City for three days. Stunning swan look revealed!”

Lin Mo paused and clicked on the news. She saw a large front-facing photo of Mu Fei. Mu Fei used to have a “pure first love” look, but Lin Mo could hardly recognize her now. She was wearing heavy makeup, her chestnut hair curled over her bare shoulders. She wore a very revealing gown decorated with feathers at the shoulders and waist, with a slit from the thigh down to the ankle.

She was still beautiful, but she looked… a bit tacky. It was as if her styling team had suddenly changed. She had gone from being the “earthly fairy” adored by fans to an ordinary second-tier star who had fallen from grace.

Lin Mo felt a wave of pity and even a strange sense of guilt. She felt that because she, a butterfly, had traveled into the book and flapped her wings a couple of times, Mu Fei’s fate had been changed. It was a shame that a female lead had been reduced to doing small commercial events and wearing revealing clothes to grab attention. It definitely had something to do with her. If Xue Luhe hadn’t suddenly changed her affections to Lin Mo, Mu Fei wouldn’t be this miserable.

Lin Mo scrolled past it and watched a movie until after ten o’clock before going to sleep.

At midnight, a high-end nanny van picked Mu Fei up from the airport and took her back to the hotel. The assistant asked Mu Fei with some concern:

“Sister, do you want to eat something? You haven’t eaten all day. Can you hold out? You have to go on stage tomorrow…”

Mu Fei waved her hand slightly, her voice soft and gentle: “No need. Tomorrow’s gown is very tight. I don’t want to get bloated and not fit into it—that would be so embarrassing.”

The assistant felt heartbroken. She got a cup of water and coaxed Mu Fei into drinking it. After watching her start her skincare routine, the assistant left.

Once the assistant was gone, Mu Fei’s gentle expression instantly turned cold. She leaned back on the sofa tiredly, massaged her temples, and called Xi Shen.

The ringtone looped. After an unknown amount of time with no answer, it hung up automatically. Mu Fei’s face grew colder, and she hit redial. Finally, on the third try, someone picked up.

Xi Shen’s voice came through raspily: “What is it, baby, calling me so late?”

A bit of warmth appeared in Mu Fei’s eyes, and her expression softened, though her words were sharp:

“Why did it take you so long to answer? Were you playing with some little vixen?”

Xi Shen gave a short laugh: “How could I? I was working in the study and accidentally fell asleep. How are you, baby? Where are you today?”

Mu Fei looked annoyed: “The company took a job for me. I’m in West City. I just got off the plane and I’m so tired…”

Xi Shen was clearly stunned: “West City? Isn’t that… Lin Mo is there too right now?”

Mu Fei’s eyes narrowed instantly, flashing with dangerous light, but her voice remained soft and sweet:

“Oh, did she actually come to West City? I didn’t know. How are you so well-informed?”

Xi Shen coughed twice to cover it up: “I heard a friend mention it… Baby, it’s late. Get some rest and take care of yourself. Don’t lose any more weight, okay? I’ll soon be able to help you terminate your contract with that company. Once my current project is done, I’ll help you set up a studio. Just bear with it for now.”

Mu Fei’s eyes were dangerous and cold, and her expression was sharp, but her words remained sweet:

“Okay. I knew you were the only one who truly cared about me. It doesn’t matter; I’ll wait for you. You do your work, I don’t mind suffering a little. Oh, by the way, I had a friend who left the industry after getting a sudden illness because she was taking red-eye flights every day and had no time to rest. I felt so bad for her. Everyone works so hard in this business!”

Xi Shen gave a light laugh on the other end and coaxed her gently: “Don’t be afraid, baby, I’m here.”

Mu Fei’s tone was tender: “Mm… thank you, Xi Shen.”

“Doing these things for you is what I should do. Because I love you, I’m willing.”

“Mm… I love you too…”

After hanging up, Mu Fei’s expression remained cold, without a trace of so-called love.

Why is it Lin Mo again… Can Xi Shen still not forget her? Mu Fei felt a sense of crisis. After thinking it over, she dialed a secret number:

“Hello, Xu Lu… It’s Mu Fei. Can you help me check where President Xue is on business right now? …What, it’s West City? That’s great! Can you send me her specific address? …Oh, it’s not convenient? Okay then, thank you anyway.”

A high-level assistant like Xu Lu wouldn’t easily leak the boss’s whereabouts. Mu Fei was prepared for this. She called around some more and eventually got the address of a coffee shop. Looking at the address written in her phone notes, Mu Fei curled her lips into a pure and harmless smile.

Lin Mo got up early the next day. She did her makeup formally and matched it with professional clothes, then headed out with her head held high. She was going to have a showdown with Qing Jing today—she had to look sharp, as first impressions are very important!

She left her house and, as expected, found Qing Jing’s car parked at the entrance. Seeing her come out, Qing Jing slowly rolled down the window, smiled, and waved at her.

Even though it had only been a day since they last met, Lin Mo felt as if a lifetime had passed. Qing Jing had very gentle down-turned eyes. No matter what she said or did, she gave off a submissive and experienced vibe. Her temperament was excellent, with no trace of scheming visible.

But Lin Mo was strangely afraid, her pace slowing significantly. She walked to the car, opened the back door, and sat inside. Qing Jing had turned on the heater, making the interior warm enough to melt a person. Lin Mo took off her coat and saw breakfast on the seat—deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk, and sweet red bean porridge, all things she liked to eat.

She picked up a cup of red bean porridge, thanked her seriously, and ate it with a straw. Qing Jing asked while driving:

“Where were you feeling unwell yesterday? Did you see a doctor?”

Lin Mo said through a mouthful of porridge: “An old problem. It’s okay… I have medicine.”

Qing Jing nodded and spoke a bit more about taking care of her health, then the car fell silent. Lin Mo finished the porridge. Disliking the loud slurping sound at the bottom, she threw the cup aside and started eating a dough stick through a napkin. The dough sticks had been out for a while and weren’t as crispy anymore; Lin Mo struggled a bit to chew them.

The car stopped at a red light. Qing Jing looked at Lin Mo eating through the rearview mirror and suddenly asked:

“Didn’t you notice that I gave you a bottle of wine the day before yesterday?”

Lin Mo’s heart skipped a beat, and she nearly bit her tongue! She looked up at Qing Jing in shock, her expression dazed.

Qing Jing sighed: “So you do know.”

Lin Mo didn’t know what to say. She had never felt her EQ was so low as she did at this moment, constantly at a loss for words.

“When I went back to the shop yesterday afternoon, I felt the atmosphere was off. I asked around and found out you all went to eat with Xue Luhe, and something unpleasant happened at the table.”

Qing Jing spoke lightly, as if she didn’t care. But Lin Mo could tell that the more she spoke in this matter-of-fact way, the more she cared about the effect of these words.

Lin Mo nodded and said dryly: “Yeah, my reaction was too intense. Actually, it was probably a misunderstanding. I’m sorry, Sister…”

But Qing Jing interrupted her: “It wasn’t a misunderstanding.”

Lin Mo looked up, feeling like a deer caught in a trap with nowhere to run: “Huh?”

Qing Jing turned around from the driver’s seat and stared intently into Lin Mo’s eyes:

“I gave you the wine because I truly wanted to go to your house and taste it with you. I just wanted to close the distance between us. Lin Mo, can you understand my feelings?”

Lin Mo was speechless. Something felt wrong—the planned “showdown” had turned into the other person revealing their cards to her…

“Lin Mo, I can tell if you’re playing dumb. From the first time I saw you, I could tell, because you’re not as cute when you play dumb as you are normally.”

Qing Jing looked at Lin Mo, her down-turned eyes carrying a gentle meaning and her lips curling into a smile as if remembering a happy scene.

Lin Mo had nothing to say, so she could only keep her mouth shut. Qing Jing looked at her and continued:

“So… do you like that bottle of wine?”

This question was very difficult to answer. No matter how dense Lin Mo was, she could feel that it wasn’t about a bottle of wine—Qing Jing wasn’t asking about the wine. She was asking for her answer.

If she had to choose someone to date, Qing Jing was indeed the most suitable candidate. Everything was very fitting: her personality was gentle and considerate, they had never argued since meeting, she handled every detail for her, and they could progress together in their careers.

Indeed, the most suitable choice…

Lin Mo repeated this in her mind twice. Yet her mind involuntarily flashed back to the self-deprecating and lonely look in Xue Luhe’s eyes in the sunlight at the entryway.

Lin Mo didn’t want to think about it anymore. She raised her head solemnly and spoke from her heart:

“I’m sorry, Sister Qing. I don’t like it. I don’t like any kind of alcohol.”

Qing Jing snapped her eyes shut, slowly closed them, then opened them with a smile: “Okay, I understand. I’ll keep that in mind.” She turned back and drove seriously, not saying another word.

Even after entering the coffee shop, Lin Mo’s heart was still thumping. In the car, her rejection had been quite blunt, but afterward, she had been uneasy the whole way, not understanding her own feelings. Qing Jing was such a good person and such a suitable partner—why did she instinctively refuse?

Because I just want to stay single! Why else? Being single is so happy—one person eats and the whole family is full. I can flirt with whoever I want, and no one cares!

When Lin Mo sat in her office, she was still trying to list the benefits of being single. It wasn’t hard, but as she thought about it, her mind kept wandering. Just then, Xiao Yuan came over and asked her:

“Momo, were you okay after you went back yesterday?”

Lin Mo felt as if she were waking from a dream. She opened her eyes wide and said: “Huh? What could happen to me? I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Xiao Yuan looked at her worriedly and murmured: “I feel like you’re acting weird today…”

Lin Mo forced her facial expression into a spirited one and made a “fighting” gesture: “I’m great! I could write ten planning proposals in one go! Fighting!”

Xiao Yuan: “…Stop using internet slang, it’s so embarrassing.”

Lin Mo laughed awkwardly, finally managing to send Xiao Yuan away. Unfortunately, as soon as Xiao Yuan left, Li Kexin arrived. Li Kexin wasn’t here to be annoying today; she was here to apologize.

As soon as she entered and saw Lin Mo, Li Kexin’s eyes turned into fountains as tears began to pour out, her face scrunched up:

“Momo! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I truly didn’t know you didn’t know the wine was from the boss lady, and I truly didn’t know… Sigh, in short, I’m just blunt. I really didn’t have any bad intentions. I even caused you to argue with President Xue—I truly deserve ten thousand deaths! It’s all my big mouth’s fault!”

Lin Mo found it strange. She had almost forgotten about the events at the dinner table, and she remembered that Li Kexin hadn’t said anything particularly noteworthy back then. The person who gave the wine was Qing Jing—that was a fact. Xue Luhe decided that the person who gave the wine had ulterior motives and tore through that naive protective film, forcing Lin Mo to face a cruel reality. Lin Mo found it hard to accept and became emotional, leading to the argument with the biting Xue Luhe.

So overall, the root of the problem was Xue Luhe!

Lin Mo said she accepted the apology and sent the crying Li Kexin away. Then she remembered that yesterday afternoon, the first thing Xue Luhe said upon seeing her was an apology. Lin Mo felt a strange sensation—Xue Luhe really had changed. She had actually taken the initiative to apologize, and had even prepared the apology for their first meeting… it was truly unbelievable.

Is she like this really because of me? That can’t be right. She must have had some other catalyst… I’m just a nobody. I’m planning to divorce her in six months.

As she was thinking, there was another commotion outside. Lin Mo’s first reaction was that Xue Luhe was back. She ran out to look and after searching for a while, found a beauty with an extraordinary aura sitting in a corner. From the back, she looked like a big star, but not the kind like Xue Luhe.

Lin Mo then noticed that while her colleagues were excited, they weren’t doing anything extra, just huddled together whispering. There were few customers in the shop, and almost no one noticed this beauty. Lin Mo found it strange and asked a colleague:

“Who is that over there?”

The colleague slapped her thigh and said excitedly: “Can’t you tell? It’s Mu Fei! The trending young starlet! She was the lead in that hit drama from a while back!”

Lin Mo and Mu Fei were only nodding acquaintances. Feeling some curiosity, she asked:

“Then why don’t you guys go get her autograph?”

The colleague immediately changed her expression: “Why would we get her autograph? Do you think everyone is Xue Luhe, whose autograph is worth so much? For a star like her, their popularity fades after a while. I’m not her fan, and I couldn’t sell her autograph—getting it would be pointless.”

No wonder… Lin Mo silently lit a sympathetic candle for Mu Fei in her heart.

Just then, Mu Fei turned her face toward them. Her features were bright and youthful, and she wasn’t wearing anything to hide her face. With just one glance, everyone felt a bit weak in the knees. Lin Mo heard a colleague gasp while clutching her heart:

“Ah! I want to be her ‘face fan’ (fan of her looks)!” “Her aura is truly beautiful…” “Her aura is top-tier, even though her features themselves aren’t actually that stunning…”

Mu Fei’s gaze slowly swept over everyone and suddenly fixed on Lin Mo. Lin Mo instinctively took two steps back, feeling a sense of foreboding. Why did Mu Fei come to this coffee shop? Either she was here for Lin Mo, or she was waiting for Xue Luhe. Now, it seemed she likely wanted to hit two birds with one stone.

Sure enough, Mu Fei flashed a brilliant smile and waved lightly:

“Lin Mo! Long time no see. Let’s come over and chat!”