The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Because she was so shocked, Lin Mo’s eyes remained wide and round.

In her field of vision, there was nothing but Xue Luhe.

Those half-closed, bewitching, and brilliant eyes; long, curved eyelashes; the extremely thin eyelids trembling slightly; and a faint flush at the bridge of her nose. Below the corner of her eye, a small mole like a wisp of smoke quivered gently with the rhythm of her breathing, betraying the owner’s nervousness.

In truth, it was only a fleeting moment before Lin Mo pushed Xue Luhe away with great force.

Their lips had only lightly brushed—not deep, very brief, like a dragonfly touching the water or butterflies fluttering, their wings glancing off one another. It was so fast that neither side had time to register any sensation before this intimate contact abruptly ended.

Xue Luhe retreated, her eyes filled with deep disappointment, her expression even appearing somewhat aggrieved.

Lin Mo was first dazed, and then a surge of anger—a massive, unprovoked fury—suddenly swept through her entire body.

Ever since this morning, everything she encountered had been bizarre. It was one thing for Mu Fei to do nonsense, but what was wrong with Xue Luhe now? Taking two photos and deciding on her own to treat Lin Mo as her partner, then coming over to force a kiss?

Just because she was beautiful, a favorite of heaven, and the world’s darling, she thought she could do whatever she wanted?

Lin Mo suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Being charmed by Xue Luhe like this and passively enduring that kiss didn’t give her any feeling of butterflies in her stomach or a budding romance; instead, she felt a deep sense of humiliation.

During this recent period, Xue Luhe had been following her around daily—sometimes passionate like fire, sometimes gentle like water, apologies coming easily, and being quite good at thoughtful care… Lin Mo truly thought the current Xue Luhe was completely different from the maniac back in the villa; she thought she had become a polite, respectful, and good person.

However, today’s incident… once again shattered the perception she had built during this time. Or rather, it reinforced her original understanding of Xue Luhe.

Xue Luhe would forever be that big pervert who never learned how to respect people, who only acted from her own perspective, forcing her way through with reckless intrusion, using her beauty and power to oppress others!

Xue Luhe asked in a small, aggrieved voice:

“Are you not going to keep your promise?”

Lin Mo stared fixedly at the person in front of her. At this moment, a massive energy was condensing within her small frame. She realized she wasn’t afraid of Xue Luhe anymore, because she finally understood that Xue Luhe, in essence, was nothing more than a beautiful piece of trash.

A cold sneer involuntarily hooked the corner of her mouth. Her tone was extremely icy, like absolute zero in the universe, devoid of any emotion:

“I never promised you anything. I told you long ago that I have amnesia. You were the one who didn’t believe it.”

Xue Luhe’s face quickly turned pale. She backed away, her brow tightly furrowed, and asked in disbelief:

“Are you truly… this heartless? I know you’re just pretending to have amnesia. I don’t care that you lied to me anymore, but why… why do you still say such things?”

At this moment, Lin Mo’s heart was filled with sadness. she felt that in front of Xue Luhe, she had probably only ever been a tool. As a tool, she should naturally be kissed at will, should be move to tears by the other’s tolerance, and should immediately honor some bullshit childhood agreement.

But Lin Mo truly didn’t feel like a tool.

She asked herself: she had never loved Xue Luhe, truly never. Occasionally her heart would flutter, she often had dreams, and perhaps there was a bit of goodwill, but none of that was “love.”

Perhaps there might have been a slight possibility before, but now, there was none.

Lin Mo squinted her eyes, her voice airy yet decisive, carrying a sense of desolation:

“You don’t understand at all. It’s not that I’m heartless. I simply have no feelings for you. It’s impossible that just because you like me, I must like you back. The world doesn’t work that way. I thought you had changed, but I just realized that your overbearing and arrogant nature hasn’t changed a bit—it’s even more repulsive than before.”

Having finished this slow and firm statement, Lin Mo stood up. Her steps were a bit light as she walked toward the door of the private room. She didn’t look back once; she didn’t want to look at all.

She really was… quite miserable. On the surface, it seemed she was loved and pursued by many, but in reality, those people probably only loved themselves.

The world was vast, yet Lin Mo felt it was difficult to breathe. It wasn’t until she pushed open the door and stepped into the sunlight that she let out a sigh of relief.

Rapid footsteps sounded behind her. Lin Mo didn’t need to look back to know who it was. She immediately dodged behind the counter and closed the small counter gate. Only then did she look up.

Xue Luhe strode over like a demon, her face pale, her anger palpable, her lips bloodless, and her eyes like burning fires ready to consume Lin Mo entirely.

Separated by the waist-high gate, Xue Luhe stared deathly at Lin Mo with those fiery eyes. When she spoke, her voice carried fire, raspy and scorching:

“You… you have feelings for me. You only said that to spite me, right?”

Standing behind the gate, Lin Mo ignored the terrified looks of the colleagues around her. She raised her chin and spoke with absolute certainty:

“You’re wrong. I have never had feelings for you.”

As soon as the words fell, Xue Luhe’s whole body shuddered, and she suddenly began to kick the door like a madwoman!

“Bang!” “Bang bang!”

The gate was just a narrow decorative panel; it couldn’t withstand Xue Luhe’s powerful kicks. Soon the latch shattered, and the gate swung open. Carrying cold wind and fury, Xue Luhe rushed into the bar area, using both hands to pin Lin Mo hard against the counter!

“Ah! What are you doing? This is terrifying!” “Holy crap, I’m recording a video!” “Is Xue Luhe on stimulants…” “It’s a live collapse of her public persona!”

The surrounding waiters and a few customers who recognized her gathered around trepidatiously. Some began recording with their phones.

Lin Mo was pinned tightly to the counter, her head pressed against the hardwood surface, her ear hurting from the pressure. She could feel Xue Luhe trying to control her strength, but people often make poor judgments in a fit of rage; Xue Luhe’s control wasn’t very good.

In the midst of the crisis, Xue Luhe turned and roared at everyone around her:

“Everyone, get out!”

She grabbed a coffee cup from the table and smashed it hard against the floor!

Clatter—

Amidst the sound of shattering, several customers were so frightened they turned and ran without paying. A few waiters went to chase them. But there were still some who weren’t afraid of death, standing a bit further away and filming around the pillars with their phones.

Xue Luhe didn’t mind them anymore. She lowered her head and stared fixedly at Lin Mo. Fire burned in her eyes, yet behind that fire lay a deep-seated fear. One of her hands choked Lin Mo’s neck, while the other hand very carefully shielded Lin Mo’s waist, acting as a barrier between Lin Mo and the hard counter.

The action was extremely contradictory, much like her eyes—furious on one side, yet weak and fearful on the other.

Lin Mo’s consciousness was getting a bit blurry; she couldn’t see anything. she only knew Xue Luhe was leaning into her ear, asking over and over:

“Tell me, have you ever liked me?” “Even if for just one day? Speak!” “What about an hour? That time we were drinking, you liked me then, right?” “Tell me… have you forgotten everything? I won’t allow you to forget…”

By the end, Xue Luhe’s voice carried a hint of sobbing, and the strength in her hands gradually relaxed. Finally unable to continue, she buried her head in Lin Mo’s chest, her breathing hot, her body trembling slightly.

Lin Mo finally managed to catch her breath. She took deep breaths, looking up at the ceiling, feeling the coldness and resistance within her body. She was originally a peace-loving person with a thick skin; she often didn’t notice when things were wrong and would sincerely appreciate beautiful things. She never spoke harshly to people.

Except for now.

Once she recovered her breath, Lin Mo extended her weak hands to push the person off her. She said in a low voice:

“I’ve told you, I’ve never liked you. I have had heart flutters, but that wasn’t love.”

Xue Luhe looked up sharply, her eyes red and swollen like peaches. She stared fixedly at Lin Mo’s mouth, full of hope, and asked hoarsely:

“You said you had heart flutters? Having heart flutters means you liked me!”

Lin Mo was speechless. She could certainly distinguish between a flutter and love. This Xue Luhe was probably delirious right now, specifically looking for pain.

Lin Mo said calmly:

“That was just appreciation for something beautiful. I don’t like you. I didn’t before, and I won’t in the future.”

The surrounding noise seemed to fade away. Among the swaying shadows of the trees, birds took flight in alarm, and a dark cloud covered the sun. The air was quiet—the calm before the storm. And that storm was slowly gathering within Xue Luhe’s eyes.

Feeling Xue Luhe’s grip loosen, Lin Mo immediately ducked out like an eel and fled into the small office. Closing the door tight and locking it, she leaned against the panel, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

Outside the door, there was a sound of banging, but the force grew more hesitant and weaker with each strike, eventually fading into silence. On her side, through the crack in the door, Lin Mo faintly heard a sob that quickly disappeared; she suspected it was her hallucination.

Xiao Yuan pointed at the clothes on Lin Mo’s chest in surprise:

“Oh, why is it wet here? Did you spill something?”

Lin Mo looked down; there was indeed a patch of moisture on her chest. When Xue Luhe was leaning on her chest, had she cried? It made sense—her eyes were swollen when she looked up.

Lin Mo felt a bit sad, but she didn’t regret it at all. She had to reject Xue Luhe cleanly and decisively—it was the responsible thing to do for both Xue Luhe and herself. It might be cruel this time, but the effect would be immediate. She believed Xue Luhe would be discouraged and stop entangling her, which was good for both parties.

Lin Mo comforted herself this way, reaching out to touch her heart to stop it from beating so violently, but it didn’t work. Her fingers accidentally touched that wet patch, and a strange, indefinable feeling wavered in her heart.

Outside, the entire coffee shop was whispering. They had witnessed Xue Luhe walking out of the shop looking completely soul-shattered. Everyone sighed and speculated; some discussed the plot with the waiters, while others, not fearing death, uploaded the video to the internet.

The video went viral without suspense, and the hashtag #XueLuheAssault hit number one on the trending list.

“Omg, is this how the Film Queen is in private? The melon in my hand dropped!” “I don’t believe Hehe-zi is this kind of person. This must be a deepfake. Isn’t face-swapping very advanced now? Someone is blackening her! I’ve seen this routine many times!” “Who says it’s face-swapping?

Do you think everyone is as ignorant as you about computers? Fans, don’t try to whitewash this. Your Hehe-zi is hitting someone. There’s nothing to wash, you know!” “Didn’t Xue Luhe always market herself as a cold goddess? Why is she like this now? Her public persona has collapsed completely!” “Fighting like this in a coffee shop in broad daylight—didn’t anyone call the police? It seems everyone’s awareness of the law needs improvement!”

The internet was in an uproar. Xue Luhe’s manager urgently tried to call her but couldn’t get through. The manager then desperately called Xu Lu, but even the personal assistant Xu Lu couldn’t reach Xue Luhe.

Fortunately, Xu Lu had helped book the hotel where Xue Luhe was staying in West City. Xu Lu flew to the hotel overnight. She checked the front desk and saw she hadn’t checked out, but when she reached the door, she couldn’t get it open no matter how she knocked. She didn’t know if Xue Luhe was inside.

While nervously continuing to call Xue Luhe, Xu Lu found the hotel staff to open the door with a master key. Once the door opened, Xu Lu rushed in. Her mind had already prepared countless terrifying scenarios: suicide in the bathroom, hanging in the bedroom, taking sleeping pills… but fortunately, none of those had happened.

Xue Luhe was just sitting quietly in a chair, staring at her phone. Her glamorous face was now as pale as paper, devoid of life, as if she had lost her soul. Her clothes and hair were equally messy. She truly looked like a sculpture filled with artistic despair.

Xu Lu approached cautiously and called out even more carefully:

“President Xue? Are you okay?”

Xue Luhe had no reaction to Xu Lu’s question. She didn’t even turn her eyes, still staring at her phone. Xu Lu gathered the courage to peek and found that on the phone was a photo of Lin Mo. It was probably a candid shot—Lin Mo was standing in a crowd, turning back with a bright smile while talking to a girl next to her.

Lin Mo’s appearance wasn’t the particularly eye-catching type, but this photo perfectly captured her approachable beauty, showing the photographer’s affection and familiarity with her. Xue Luhe just kept staring like that, her eyes hollow, with no emotional fluctuations. The sight made Xu Lu feel sad.

She said in a low voice:

“President Xue, the news of you hitting someone has hit number one on the trending list. The manager wants to ask how this happened—were you framed?”

Xu Lu, of course, knew how it happened. Xue Luhe’s temper was like that; once it erupted, she didn’t care about time or place—it’s just that it hadn’t erupted in the past two years. But the manager couldn’t write it that way—that would be destroying her own future. So asking this was to know Xue Luhe’s take so they could coordinate a PR response.

Xue Luhe still had no reaction. Xu Lu asked again and sighed:

“If you don’t clarify… it might also affect Lin Mo. Your fans will go and attack her.”

These words finally made Xue Luhe move. She raised her eyes and looked over, her pupils like inorganic, cold glass, her tone sounding even more like a soulless AI:

“Just say it was all a misunderstanding. I won’t allow anyone to hurt Lin Mo. Regardless of public opinion, protect her well.”

Xu Lu nodded. Just as she was about to leave, Xue Luhe called her back.

“Do you think… Lin Mo has ever liked me?”

Xu Lu lowered her head with a humble and restrained expression, but in her heart, she sighed. To be honest, after the way Lin Mo was treated by Xue Luhe, how could a normal person ever like Xue Luhe again? But Xu Lu was just a minor employee, not a friend whose opinion Xue Luhe would mind. Xue Luhe had never had friends; she didn’t seem to need them, but this kind of answer could only be heard from a sincere friend.

Xu Lu spoke respectfully, giving a smooth bit of flattery:

“I don’t know much about your affairs with her, but I believe she should like you, because you are very excellent.”

Xue Luhe suddenly sneered, clearly not believing it:

“Excellent? She said I’m more repulsive than before… how should I change?”

Xu Lu remained silent.

Xue Luhe also fell silent, her eyes returning to the phone screen, looking at Lin Mo’s bright smiling face. She had never smiled at her like that. But she smiled so happily at everyone else.

She really does hate me. She… wasn’t lying, wasn’t speaking against her heart, and had no lingering feelings.

“You truly are… very heartless.”

Xue Luhe murmured to the phone. Then, large tears fell from her eyes without warning. Rounds of transparent wet spots bloomed on the carpet like magnificent and decadent flowers.

Xu Lu was startled. In the few years she had followed Xue Luhe, she had never seen her boss cry like this—it was incredibly shocking. She wanted to bring a tissue, but saw Xue Luhe wave her hand tiredly.

“Then… take care of yourself.”

After saying this, Xu Lu cautiously retreated and closed the door. Outside the door, she shook her head secretly and commented in a low voice:

“Humans… no matter how powerful, they are all trapped by love…”

Lin Mo’s life returned to peace. For an entire week, she didn’t see Xue Luhe appear again. Not just Xue Luhe, but Mu Fei hadn’t appeared either. Lin Mo felt a bit dazed, occasionally wondering if that day had been a hallucination—did Mu Fei and Xue Luhe really come looking for her? Did Xue Luhe really show her that bizarre doll and the guarantee?

But putting those aside, Lin Mo felt that a peaceful life was truly good. Every day she just had to punch in for work on time, work, eat, work, finish work, eat, and go home—a routine life was very suitable for recovery.

Qing Jing had happened to be out shopping that day and missed the whole thing. She only learned from the waiters upon her return that Lin Mo had been pinned to the counter by Xue Luhe. She was extremely anxious, brought medicine for bruises to find Lin Mo, and lectured her earnestly:

“I saw that her expression was off that day, she looked very triumphant… I wanted to stop you then, but you insisted on going in. I truly—sigh! I told you, don’t get involved with someone like Xue Luhe. Do you remember?”

Lin Mo felt a bit awkward. A person like Qing Jing was truly miraculous. That day she had argued with Xue Luhe and misunderstood her meaning; she had suffered a massive blow then. But after just one day, Qing Jing had returned to her old gentle, thoughtful, and slightly motherly self, being as good to Lin Mo as ever, as if the breakdown that day hadn’t existed.

Lin Mo quite admired her and took the initiative to explain:

“Actually, when you asked if I wanted to go with her, you might have misunderstood. I just wanted to hear the secret Xue Luhe mentioned; I wasn’t going to leave with her. Where would I go? If I were to leave, I would definitely resign first, so don’t worry.”

Qing Jing sprayed the bruise medicine into her palm to warm it up while gently pressing it onto the back of Lin Mo’s neck, where a small bruise remained.

“It’s okay. I lost my composure a bit then, but I figured it out later. It’s fine. Bear with it!”

Lin Mo didn’t even know she had a bruise on her neck. She only felt Qing Jing rubbing the cool medicine in circles, her movements extremely gentle. A memory suddenly flashed back—it was Xue Luhe holding the same medicine and spraying it on her ankle.

Xue Luhe had sprayed it directly; Lin Mo had forgotten if she rubbed it afterward, only remembering that the medicine was cool and stimulating. But now, Qing Jing first sprayed it into her palm to warm it, then used her warm palm to rub it in circles on her neck. No matter how she compared them, Qing Jing’s method was perfectly superior to Xue Luhe’s.

Qing Jing was originally the type who knew how to take care of people…

Lin Mo suddenly wanted to know about Qing Jing’s past relationships and asked curiously:

“Sister Qing, have you been in love before?”

Qing Jing’s movements paused. Lin Mo hurried to add:

“If it’s inconvenient, you don’t have to say. I’m just asking casually.”

Qing Jing continued to slowly rub Lin Mo’s neck, her voice soft:

“There’s nothing inconvenient. I… was married once.”

Lin Mo let out an “Ah” and turned back to look at Qing Jing, but she twisted her neck painfully and turned back with a groan.

“Don’t move around, I’m applying medicine. If you want to hear a story, it doesn’t have to be this instant; I can tell you anytime.”

Unfortunately, after applying the medicine, Qing Jing was called out by someone else. Lin Mo waited with an itching heart for her to return so she could continue listening to the gossip, but she ended up waiting the whole day.

In the past few days, Qing Jing hadn’t been picking up or dropping off Lin Mo for work either. Since Xue Luhe seemed to have disappeared, she had lost her excuse. Lin Mo didn’t want to owe favors, so she rejected the rides and took the bus every day.

On the bus, several university students gathered together, chirping about entertainment news:

“See, I told you this incident had a big impact on her. Another endorsement deal is gone!” “She is the Great Film Queen Xue. What does losing one or two endorsements matter? Let me see… Oh my god, this is a lifetime endorsement for a top-tier luxury fashion brand!

Can they just cancel it like that?” “I wonder how much money Xue Luhe will lose this time… but does anyone know who that girl she hit was?” “Media outlets dug it up; they say she’s just a coffee shop employee—not from our West City, she’s an outsider.” “Poor thing. This working girl is probably going to be cursed to death by Xue Luhe’s die-hard fans.”

Lin Mo overheard the conversation and knew they were talking about that video of Xue Luhe, and she knew she was one of the female protagonists in the video. Since the video went viral, she had scrolled through the comments and realized that Xue Luhe might really be in trouble this time. The contrast with her public persona was too great, and the evidence was so solid that there was no way to whitewash it.

Lin Mo was quite reflective; Xue Luhe had truly ruined a good hand of cards. Why did she have such a bad temper? Someone like her would have their public persona collapse sooner or later in the entertainment industry; no amount of talent would help. Once the audience and fans labeled her as having poor character, Xue Luhe’s future path might be impossible to walk.

Lin Mo soon got off the bus and walked casually. Now the sky got dark very early, and the streetlights were already lit. The greenery in the residential area where she lived was very good, with lush trees, but it was almost winter now.

These deciduous trees had lost all their leaves, their bare branches reaching toward the sky—nothing much to look at. The shrubs by the roadside were still a dense green, large patches of them looking pitch black under the streetlights, a bit frightening.

Lin Mo quickened her pace. For some reason, she felt a bit creeped out. She wrapped her coat tight and walked where the streetlights were bright, only wanting to get back quickly.

Sudden rustling sounds came from the bushes. Lin Mo thought it was probably a stray cat and ignored it, continuing her walk.

Suddenly, a figure lunged out from the bushes, flew in front of Lin Mo, and grabbed her arm! A surge of force quickly dragged Lin Mo toward the bushes! At the same time, the person didn’t forget to cover Lin Mo’s mouth. Lin Mo struggled and screamed with all her might, but the sound couldn’t get out at all!

Lin Mo was so anxious that tears came down, crying out in her heart:

Aren’t these the crazy fans those people mentioned… someone save me… Xue Luhe, Xue Luhe, where are you? These are all the people you provoked, come save me!

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