The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Lin Mo felt the atmosphere suddenly become incredibly tense—so tense she didn’t even know where to put her hands.

The hand that had just been resting on Xue Luhe’s head was now hovering in mid-air, trembling slightly—weak, pitiful, and helpless.

“Ah.”

After a long silence, Lin Mo finally managed to utter a single syllable. She pulled her hand back and rubbed her knuckles nervously. Her gaze drifted aimlessly, looking left and right, daring not to meet Xue Luhe’s eyes.

Xue Luhe’s eyes were far too hot, like a volcano erupting, scorching the surrounding air until it shimmered.

Lin Mo didn’t know what to say. She had never faced such a direct confession in her life. Her heart was a chaotic storm of crashing waves; she was utterly unable to give a coherent response.

Just as she was about to give up and mutter a simple “thank you,” she heard Xue Luhe take a slow, deep breath and continue:

“But this is my own business. I don’t require a response from you. You have already given me so much.”

Lin Mo let out another “Ah” and stood there, dazed.

It was getting late, and a low, muffled rumble of thunder suddenly rolled outside. This kind of winter thunder was rare for Lin Mo; hearing it made her feel as if she had been transported back to summer.

Summer… when she had first transmigrated, struggling back from the brink of death, filled with extreme panic and unease, meeting Xue Luhe during her most volatile period.

Back then, Lin Mo had no energy to care about Xue Luhe; she only wanted to escape, find peace, and recuperate. But now, after everything that had happened, she realized her mindset had shifted.

She had established herself in this world. She had a job, a life, and friends. Perhaps now, she truly could try… to have a lover.

Life is like a seed struggling to break through the soil; it gradually extends, branches out, grows a trunk, and eventually becomes a lush tree. The human heart is similar, swaying between the highs and lows of excitement and the steady flow of daily life, always searching for a balance.

Having lived a peaceful life for a while, Lin Mo finally had the spare energy to care about what came next.

“Um… but I…”

Lin Mo hesitated for a long time. Finally, gathering her courage, she balled her hands into fists, fixed her eyes on her toes, and began to speak word by word.

But she had only said three words when Xue Luhe’s phone rang abruptly.

The phone was on the side of the wheelchair. Xue Luhe frowned, took it out, and declined the call without even looking. She looked up at Lin Mo with a very serious expression: “Continue.”

Lin Mo licked her dry lips, feeling the courage she had just summoned leak away.

“That… well… I wanted to say…”

She hesitated, her words coming out like squeezed toothpaste—not very elegant. The more she struggled, the more frustrated she became.

Xue Luhe’s phone rang again. The monotonous, repetitive ringtone shattered the heavy atmosphere. Without even looking down, Xue Luhe turned the phone off completely.

However, the subtle mood had been broken. Lin Mo’s courage had vanished. She looked at Xue Luhe with a melancholy gaze: “Forget it, I don’t want to say it anymore.”

Xue Luhe gave an elegant, beautiful roll of her eyes, her voice heavy with suppressed anger: “I’m firing whoever just called the moment I get back.”

Lin Mo pursed her lips, picked up a water cup from the table, and took a large gulp of the now-cold tea. “Actually, it’s not the phone’s fault. It’s just that I haven’t fully made up my mind.”

Xue Luhe nodded, though she couldn’t hide her dejection. “Yes, I know.”

Lin Mo was also quite frustrated. “When you admitted just now that you needed love, did you struggle as much as I am? I couldn’t empathize with it before, but I just felt it.”

Xue Luhe nodded silently. She picked up her own cup and brought it to her lips, but was stopped by a soft, rounded hand.

Lin Mo took the cup from her without allowing for argument and set it on the table.

“Enough, this water is cold. You’re a patient; you’re not allowed to drink ice-cold tea. By the way, aren’t you on your period? I’ll go make you some fresh hot chocolate!”

Without waiting for an answer, Lin Mo grabbed the cups and fled to the kitchen. She closed the glass door, turned her back to the counter, and quietly placed a hand over her heart.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her heart was racing, pounding as if she had just finished a hundred-meter sprint. Lin Mo pressed down on her chest and took deep breaths for a long time until the excitement subsided, her fingers trembling slightly as she prepared the chocolate.

Outside, sitting in her wheelchair, Xue Luhe watched Lin Mo’s silhouette through the glass door, her gaze deep and far-reaching.

Lin Mo hadn’t directly rejected her. That was massive progress. After all, their last interaction like this had ended in a fallout after a forced kiss.

Xue Luhe felt that she had truly exposed all her weaknesses, flaws, and desires to Lin Mo—completely unreservedly. Like someone who had always worn a heavy overcoat, she had opened it up, shed layer after layer of restraint, and revealed her truest self.

And the thing Xue Luhe subconsciously feared most didn’t happen.

Lin Mo didn’t seize those weaknesses to mock or despise her, as she had feared. Nor did she force her to suppress her desires, as Xue Luhe’s parents once had.

This was enough. No grand reaction was needed. Even if the love wasn’t returned immediately, simply being heard gave Xue Luhe strength.

Lin Mo emerged carrying a mug of thick, fragrant, brown chocolate. She pressed it into Xue Luhe’s hands with a smile. “Taste it. Girls need something hot and sweet during those days.”

Xue Luhe wondered if she was just being sensitive because of her period—why else would holding a cup of hot chocolate make her nose sting with the urge to cry? She took a small sip. The smooth, rich liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach, warming her from the inside out.

“It’s delicious,” Xue Luhe said, then lowered her head to keep drinking. She drank carefully, sip by sip, as if treasuring it.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but feel a bit tender. “If you want more, I have plenty. I can make another batch; just drink up!”

Holding the mug with both hands, Xue Luhe’s small face was almost entirely hidden by the rising steam. Lin Mo couldn’t see her eyes, only her focused movements.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but admire the swan-like curve of Xue Luhe’s neck. What girl wouldn’t want to look like her? What girl wouldn’t want to be her? Or rather… if one couldn’t be her, being the object of her love was… incredibly tempting.

Lin Mo turned away and ran to check on the kitten, quickly shouting in surprise: “Look! Did it drink some milk? It looks like it’s gone down a bit!”

Xue Luhe set her cup down and steered her wheelchair over. Seeing it, she smiled. “Look, the kitten isn’t shaking anymore. It’s sleeping in the corner; it must feel safe.”

A motherly smile appeared on Lin Mo’s face. “So cute… it looks like a little mouse. Once its fur grows back, it should look better…”

Thinking of the kitten’s illness, Lin Mo’s tone turned somber again. Xue Luhe stayed by her side silently, reaching out to gently pat the shoulder of the squatting Lin Mo.

Half an hour later, at 11:00 PM, Xue Luhe finished her drink and prepared to leave. Lin Mo walked her to the elevator. Watching her enter, Lin Mo still felt uneasy. She hesitated, then stepped into the elevator just before the doors closed.

“I’m worried you won’t be able to open the door. I’ll walk you to your apartment and then head back up. It’s the same thing, it’s not cold out anyway!” Lin Mo said nonchalantly with a grin.

Only she knew how nervous she was. Is following her downstairs like a sheep entering a tiger’s den?

Then she remembered the night she got drunk and slept in the same bed as Xue Luhe. Although she had confirmed nothing happened, that embarrassing yet thrilling feeling remained. She was afraid she might lose control of herself…

Pushing over a disabled person for a ‘bloody battle’ is so immoral, yet so tempting!

Lin Mo was getting a little excited just thinking about it. She didn’t even realize the elevator doors had opened until Xue Luhe wheeled herself out and looked back.

“Alright, this is far enough. I can open the door just fine; it’s a fingerprint lock.”

For some reason, Lin Mo blurted out: “You’re so cold, you didn’t even invite me in…”

Xue Luhe was stunned, then burst into laughter. “I just spent the whole evening at your place. If we keep walking each other back and forth, are we trying to end up in the same bed? Of course, I have no objection. My bed is large enough.”

Lin Mo immediately hit the “close door” button. In terms of thick skin, Xue Luhe was clearly superior. Lin Mo admitted defeat!

Under Lin Mo’s meticulous care and the medical treatment of a high-end veterinarian, the little white kitten actually grew a bit stronger and began to eat and drink properly. A week passed, and not only was it still alive, but it had grown a little.

Lu Ruoruo had finished her business and, after a final shopping spree at the airport duty-free, had left. These past few days, Lin Mo and Xue Luhe took care of the kitten together. Lin Mo did everything herself—cleaning the kitten, using a damp cotton swab to help it go to the bathroom, and mixing the medicine. When the kitten wouldn’t take its meds, she had to use a needleless syringe.

Xue Luhe wasn’t idle either. Although she only had use of her upper body, her modern smart wheelchair was very flexible. She helped pass things, mix milk powder, and observe the kitten’s state, reminding Lin Mo to be gentler or faster.

One evening, things were hectic again. The kitten had soiled its bed. Lin Mo threw out the old bedding, wiped the kitten clean with wet wipes, and bustled about looking for a fluffy blanket to wrap it in. Xue Luhe moved around the room finding blankets, grabbing tissues, and disposing of trash. Her “situational awareness” wasn’t perfect, but it was enough for Lin Mo.

After settling the kitten in the blanket and watching it drift off to sleep, Lin Mo quietly left the area.

“My god, taking care of this guy is like taking care of a baby. I feel like I’ve actually given birth. I’m thinking about it all day at work, and when I come home, I have to wipe its butt and coax it to sleep. My mom wasn’t even this dedicated to me.”

Lin Mo went to the bathroom to disinfect and wash her hands, complaining all the while. Xue Luhe followed to wash her hands too, but the bathroom was narrow, and the wheelchair couldn’t get in. She tried her best to reach for the faucet.

Amused, Lin Mo pulled out the retractable faucet, placed a basin on the floor, and said solemnly: “Give me your hands.”

Xue Luhe’s eyes crinkled. She reached out, palms up, holding them steady in the air. Lin Mo naturally let the warm water flow over Xue Luhe’s palms. The water splashed and fell into the basin. Once her hands were wet, Lin Mo turned off the water and pumped some soap into Xue Luhe’s hands.

Xue Luhe washed thoroughly, coating every inch of her fingers in lather, then held up her foamy, slender hands to Lin Mo with a smile.

“Really, needing help just to wash your hands…” Lin Mo grumbled, but her actions were diligent. She pulled the faucet over again and sprayed warm water over Xue Luhe’s palms and between her fingers until all the foam was gone.

Finally, Lin Mo grabbed some paper towels, stuffed them into Xue Luhe’s hands, gave them a cursory wipe, and tossed the towels away. “Dry them yourself!”

Lin Mo ran off.

Xue Luhe leisurely dried her hands, emptied the basin, and wheeled herself back to the living room. Along the way, her smile was wide enough to reach her ears.

It had become their routine for Xue Luhe to spend a few hours at Lin Mo’s place every evening. Lin Mo would curl up on the sofa watching TV, while Xue Luhe handled work on her tablet nearby. They were independent yet shared the same space; they could see each other with just a glance.

Lin Mo secretly felt this was almost like living together. She was also “testing” the other woman—to see if living with her would trigger the PTSD she had at the villa, or if she would feel fear, tension, or panic.

The answer was: not at all.

In a wheelchair, Xue Luhe’s aura wasn’t as overbearing. Most of the time, she was quite gentle. She was incredibly focused while working, like a beautiful ornament that didn’t disturb the peace. Lin Mo would occasionally turn to look at her, finding the sight pleasing. Like having a piece of designer furniture at home—it was so comfortable that she couldn’t help but look, and looking made her smile.

“Say, if the white cat really pulls through, should I give it a name?” Lin Mo asked suddenly, looking up from the TV.

“Yes. What would you like to call it?” Xue Luhe looked up immediately, her smile tender, the faint mole near her eye looking particularly lovely.

“I want to call it… Xia Xue (Summer Snow).” Lin Mo smiled, intentionally acting nonchalant.

“Why?”

“Because we found it on a snowy day.”

Lin Mo didn’t say the deeper reason. She just smiled meaningfully.

And also because we met in the summer and stayed together until the snow, which is when we found it.

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