The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Xue Luhe sat in her wheelchair. Although she couldn’t do anything physical, she remained perfectly composed, sitting at the kitchen door chatting with Chef Wang, asking for cooking tips and culinary secrets.

Lin Mo understood that Xue Luhe was asking these questions for her benefit, wanting her to experience the mindset of a top-tier chef and perhaps find her own inspiration.

Lin Mo, usually a chatterbox, found herself unusually silent in this formal, classroom-like setting. She quietly acted as an assistant, fetching vegetables and slicing ingredients.

Wang Yu worked quickly. He brandished various kitchen utensils with flourish, utilizing many high-end appliances that even Xue Luhe had never used before.

Once the meal was ready, Lin Mo brought the dishes to the table. Xue Luhe navigated her wheelchair to her place.

Lifting her wine glass, Xue Luhe spoke for them both:

“Thank you, Chef Wang, for coming to my home to cook and for being willing to explain everything to us. It is truly an honor.”

Lin Mo could only follow suit, raising her glass: “Thank you, thank you!”

Chef Wang laughed heartily and downed his glass in one go: “Blessings to you both! May you be together for a hundred years!”

Xue Luhe smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the sentiment, but she glanced at Lin Mo and added:

“However… we are currently just friends.”

Lin Mo felt a bit awkward, but she couldn’t find anything to add; Xue Luhe had already said everything she wanted to say.

The food was truly perfection—so delicious one could practically bite their own tongue. After eating, Lin Mo felt as if her soul had been elevated; she now had a completely new understanding of and passion for the art of cooking.

However, more than the food, she was preoccupied with Xue Luhe’s earlier behavior.

After seeing Chef Wang out, Lin Mo proactively cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. She returned to the living room, feeling a bit lost about what to do next.

But she didn’t want to leave just yet.

She sat on the sofa. Xue Luhe moved her wheelchair beside her, turned on the projector, and selected a movie.

Lin Mo had expected a romance to set the mood, but to her surprise, Xue Luhe chose a family-friendly comedy.

It featured a comedian who could make anyone laugh just by looking at his face. Lin Mo’s attention was quickly captured, and she spent the entire movie laughing out loud.

Xue Luhe also wore a smile. Occasionally, she would turn to look at Lin Mo, her smile deepening each time.

“Hahahaha, how is he so funny… huh?”

While Lin Mo was busy commenting on the TV, she saw Xue Luhe move toward the fridge to get something. Because the wheelchair was too low, she couldn’t reach the top shelf even with her arm extended.

Lin Mo hurried over to help her grab a carton of milk. Even with the heating on in winter, holding cold milk was uncomfortable. She headed toward the kitchen, asking:

“Did you want to drink this? I’ll warm it up for you?”

Xue Luhe followed her, sounding a bit frustrated:

“Actually, I wanted to warm it up and give it to you when you weren’t looking. You caught me.”

A faint sweetness surged in Lin Mo’s heart, and a smile spread across her face:

“How did you know I love milk?”

Xue Luhe followed her in the wheelchair, smiling without a word as she watched Lin Mo pour the milk into a small saucepan.

In the pot, cute bubbles began to form at the edges of the milk. Lin Mo’s spirits lifted, and she couldn’t help but ask:

“I’m the reason you can’t even stand up. Why are you still so good to me?”

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. It was such an awkward question.

What if I’m just being conceited? What if she’s this nice to everyone? What if this is all just a tactic?

But the words were out. Lin Mo stirred the milk with a small spoon, knowing Xue Luhe was right beside her but not turning to look.

Xue Luhe’s voice carried a hint of a smile as she whispered:

“It wasn’t caused by you. Besides, I feel… I’m still not good enough to you.”

Lin Mo’s stirring slowed down.

“Not good enough… for you to forget the past.”

The milk suddenly surged upward, leaving a mark on the rim of the pot. Lin Mo hurriedly turned off the heat, watching as the white foam slowly subsided.

Feeling a mix of sour and sweet in her heart, she changed the subject, pouring the milk into a special mug:

“Do you want some?”

Xue Luhe shook her head and said softly:

“You drink it. After you finish… it’ll be time for you to go back, right?”

Lin Mo was surprised but didn’t know what to say. Holding the mug, she took a sip and slowly returned to the living room.

“…I’ll finish the movie.”

She pretended to focus on the TV, taking small sips of milk. A small “milk mustache” formed on her upper lip, making her look incredibly cute.

Xue Luhe stared at her lips. In a place where Lin Mo couldn’t see, her eyes were filled with greed, intensity, and extreme longing.

Like a beast trapped in a cage, unable to break free, she could only emit a silent cry toward the prey she desired.

That was the cage of restraint she had built for herself.

She willingly imprisoned her soul there, no matter how distorted the pain or how difficult it was to find fulfillment.

Because Lin Mo was not prey, but the person she loved.

And what she wanted was not her body, but her love.

By the time Lin Mo finished the milk, the movie had ended. She washed the mug, dried her hands, and felt a bit cramped.

Xue Luhe followed her in the wheelchair—from the living room to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and back to the front door.

Lin Mo put her hand on the doorknob: “Then I’ll… head back.”

Xue Luhe nodded. One long finger rested on the wheelchair’s control, her fingertip tapping the surface—a sign of her inner restlessness.

Lin Mo changed her shoes and slowly opened the door.

After taking two steps, she turned back and whispered to Xue Luhe:

“Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”

Xue Luhe froze. Her face, which had been feigning calm, instantly lit up with excitement. Her eyes sparkled:

“Really?”

Lin Mo avoided Xue Luhe’s burning gaze and nodded.

“Then I’ll have someone buy the ingredients tomorrow. You can come over here and cook, okay? I have a full set of tools here, almost all new. If anything is missing, I’ll buy it… is that okay?”

Lin Mo hardly dared to look at her. Even with her back partially turned, she could feel the heat of the other’s gaze, like threads wrapping around her—filled with an unspeakable expectation and a humble hope.

In the past… she would never have spoken like this, nor would she have asked “is that okay?”

Xue Luhe had changed so much. Every change surprised Lin Mo, but not every change made her feel comfortable.

“You don’t need to… think so much. Since I offered to cook, it’s the same whether I do it at my place or yours. You can just say so; no need to prepare anything. Just buy what you want to eat.”

After saying this, Lin Mo didn’t wait to see Xue Luhe’s expression. She practically fled. Once the door closed, she ran to the elevator and finally let out a long breath.

Xue Luhe was now… so humble it was almost suffocating.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but ask herself: Is this the Xue Luhe I wanted to see?

Of course not. The Xue Luhe she knew, while terrifying and hot-tempered, was also radiant, confident, and brilliant—possessing an energy that thousands admired.

And now, in front of her, Xue Luhe was too cautious, too suppressed.

This made Lin Mo feel uncomfortable, as if everything was her fault—as if her failure to treat Xue Luhe well had turned her into this…

The current Xue Luhe felt like the soul of a stranger—gentle, harmonious, and considerate—but this also nearly erased the charm of the old Xue Luhe.

But… Lin Mo didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t even figure herself out; how was she qualified to be Xue Luhe’s life mentor?

She let out a long sigh, went back to her room, and started researching recipes for the next day.

Lu Ruoruo called. Lin Mo picked up, and Lu Ruoruo’s exaggeratedly expressive face popped up on the screen:

“Ahhh Mo Mo! Are you at home? Hurry up and find a chair to sit on! Or a sofa! I have a world-shaking piece of news! You have to sit steady and not move, okay?”

Lin Mo nodded, sat on the sofa, and obediently held the phone in front of her face:

“Okay, go ahead. I’m sitting down.”

Lu Ruoruo’s face twisted with excitement as she shouted at the camera:

“Xi Shen! And Mu Fei! They canceled their engagement!”

Lin Mo waited patiently. Seeing Lu Ruoruo start screaming after saying that, she was full of question marks:

“That’s it? That’s the world-shaking news?”

Lin Mo didn’t remember if there was a canceled engagement in the original novel, but this matter truly had nothing to do with her current self. It felt like hearing about international politics—she had zero interest.

Lu Ruoruo looked shocked, her eyes wide. Then her eyes darted around, and she revealed a wicked smile:

“Haha, if you think that’s nothing, then my next explosive piece of news will definitely make you do a flip!”

Lin Mo: “Give it a rest. What news could be so powerful it improves my physical fitness? I haven’t done a flip since I was three!”

Lu Ruoruo raised her eyebrows mysteriously:

“Xi Shen… she left Su City. It happened in the last two days. She was the one who proactively broke off the engagement with Mu Fei. The day after, she left Su City. Can you guess where she went? Hint: it has to do with you!”

Lin Mo’s heart filled with an ominous premonition. No way… why is the original female lead, whom I forgot ages ago, still chasing me?

“No way. I think I know, but I don’t dare say it. Just reveal the answer!”

Lu Ruoruo finally said the two words: “West City!”

Lin Mo: “…Ah.”

Lu Ruoruo was as excited as a piece of seaweed, dancing wildly on camera:

“I’m telling you, she just can’t let go of the past! She’s definitely going there to find you. My god, I’m almost moved. What kind of world-shaking sweet story is this? She must have wandered the world only to realize you’re the best after all! You’re childhood friends who know each other deeply, but now you no longer have feelings for her! Ah, I love a good ‘chase-the-wife-crematorium’ story!”

Lin Mo: “…Xue Luhe lives five floors below me. Do you think Xi Shen’s ‘crematorium’ will burn very bright?”

Lu Ruoruo froze, turning from a moving image into a still photo. Her mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg. After a long pause, she said:

“My god… your life is truly lively. No, I have to go watch the drama! I’m booking a flight right now for tomorrow! Do you want any local specialties? Cured meat? Dried vegetables? I’ll bring some.”

Lin Mo rubbed her forehead and said after a pause:

“Then dress warmly. By the way, it’s very hot indoors here; you can bring short sleeves for under your coat.”

Lu Ruoruo gave a salute: “No problem! I’m off to check flights, bye!”

Hanging up, Lin Mo felt mentally exhausted. What was happening every day? Why was Xi Shen coming too?

She hoped she was just coming for a business trip…

The next evening after work, Lin Mo appeared at Xue Luhe’s door on time.

She didn’t even need to knock. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she heard the door open. Xue Luhe was already there in her wheelchair to welcome her.

Lin Mo was carrying some ingredients she’d picked up on her way home: fresh fruit, mushrooms, and small green vegetables.

She placed the items on the entryway cabinet and bent down to change her shoes, only to see a pair of slippers already placed at her feet.

As soon as Lin Mo sat on the shoe-changing stool, she saw a pair of slender hands reach toward her boots.

“Ah, you—”

Caught off guard, Lin Mo looked up to see Xue Luhe with her head lowered, her long brown curly hair cascading down. She looked incredibly gentle.

Xue Luhe was using those noble, beautiful hands—hands that countless fans screenshotted to admire—to personally untie her shoelaces!

Her hands were agile, her fingertips flying as she quickly untied the complicated laces.

Lin Mo thought that was the end of it and reached down to take off her shoes herself: “Okay, thank you…”

But Xue Luhe stopped her. She used one hand to support Lin Mo’s heel and the other at the front, pulling the boot off with a gentle tug.

Lin Mo felt a flush creep up her neck and ears. She sat there helpless, not knowing if she should call it a stop or continue enjoying this exclusive service from the Movie Queen.

Xue Luhe didn’t give her a chance to stop. She moved quickly, pulling off both boots, placing them neatly by the shoe rack, and helping Lin Mo into the slippers.

Her slender, slightly cool fingertips lightly brushed against Lin Mo’s calf. Moving down from the calf, through the cotton socks, she held Lin Mo’s ankle, lifting her toes slightly to slide the slippers on.

The whole sequence was repeated for both feet. By the time the slippers were on, Lin Mo’s face was beet red. She felt like a kettle of boiling water, steam practically erupting from her head.

What she was most thankful for was that she’d worn a new pair of socks this morning… otherwise, if Xue Luhe had held an old pair or smelled anything… she would have dug a three-bedroom apartment with her toes and crawled inside right then and there!

“What do you want to make today?”

Xue Luhe steered her wheelchair away as if nothing had happened, turning her head to show half her face in a radiant smile.

The smile was so bright, it looked like a scene from a youth romance movie.

Lin Mo dazed for a moment. Coming back to her senses, she picked up the groceries and said simply:

“I just bought some random vegetables… do you have any meat? Let’s just make something simple. I want to go back and read later.”

Lin Mo had been feeling mentally empty lately and had joined a reading challenge. She had to read ten pages of a specified book every night to earn a physical copy.

Of course, it was mostly an excuse; it wasn’t something she had to do.

Xue Luhe smiled and nodded obediently:

“Make whatever you like. Just relax; no need to feel pressured. Treat this place like your own home.”

Lin Mo gave an “mm” and followed Xue Luhe to the living room sofa. She noticed a cup of milk already warmed on the table, steam swirling upward.

In the warm winter room, the white mug held the white milk, emitting that unique, mellow aroma.

Just looking at the scene made Lin Mo feel comfortable.

Xue Luhe pointed to the milk: “Drink some first.”

Lin Mo didn’t stand on ceremony. She sat down, picked up the milk, and sipped slowly. She found the milk at Xue Luhe’s house much tastier than what she usually bought.

“This is really good—so fragrant and mellow. What brand is it?” Lin Mo asked, licking the milk mustache off her lip.

“It was produced at my farm this morning and flown in. It’s already lost a bit of flavor from the transport. If you like it—”

Before Xue Luhe could finish, Lin Mo realized what she was about to say and quickly waved her hands in refusal:

“No, really, no need! You don’t need to arrange a plane to send it to me. It’s not necessary! I’m just a normal person; regular milk is fine. Don’t fly it in for me!”

Xue Luhe frowned in disagreement:

“How can you say it’s ‘fine’? It’s settled. From now on, it will be flown in and delivered to your house every morning. You’ll be able to drink it as soon as you wake up.”

Lin Mo: …The familiar recipe, the familiar bossiness. Why did she find it a little bit endearing? Oh no, it really is Stockholm Syndrome!

Lin Mo stood up, took the mug to the kitchen, washed it, and began checking the fridge.

Xue Luhe’s fridge was packed with ingredients—all simple to cook, home-style, and very fresh.

Lin Mo figured Xu Lu had likely picked these out. She thought Xu Lu was truly impressive; the items were varied and nutritious yet easy to prepare, saving her a lot of trouble as the “head chef.”

Lin Mo selected a chicken from the cabinet, took some lettuce, and found broccoli and king oyster mushrooms.

As the rice started steaming, she prepared to wash the vegetables.

Xue Luhe steered her wheelchair in, stopping beside her: “Need help washing? I can do it.”

Lin Mo waved her off: “It’s just a few vegetables, no need. I’ll do it quickly. You’re a patient; go out, quick.”

So Xue Luhe retreated to the door, quietly watching Lin Mo work.

Occasionally, when Lin Mo turned around, she would catch Xue Luhe’s smiling and intensely burning gaze. She felt a surge of heat and quickly turned back to focus on her tasks.

But she didn’t want to chase Xue Luhe away again.

Xue Luhe was clearly happy just watching her.

And being watched so intently—having her every movement and effort seen and cherished—made Lin Mo feel… quite happy too.

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