The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The world outside was dark and silent. On a winter night in the north, not a sound could be heard; the entire world was deep in slumber.

Inside, it was warm, and the steam from the recent bath clouded Lin Mo’s eyes. She felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the sensation of a thin stream of air and the touch of warm, delicate skin against the tip of her nose.

She couldn’t see Xue Luhe clearly, but she could feel the other woman’s gaze—tender and precious—tracing her face inch by inch, memorizing every detail of her features.

Then, something cool touched the center of Lin Mo’s brow, causing her to shiver. She couldn’t help but look up. It was Xue Luhe’s fair, slender finger resting against her forehead, and just inches away were those deep, fathomless eyes.

“You’re not allowed to forget me,” Xue Luhe whispered. Her tone was light, an attempt at playfulness that couldn’t quite mask the underlying anxiety in her heart.

Lin Mo nodded instinctively, her voice firm. “I won’t!”

Xue Luhe’s eyes widened slightly, and then she let out a relieved smile. “Then I can rest easy.”

Lin Mo stood up and watched as Xue Luhe turned her wheelchair to leave. Her fingers twitched, her whole body wanting to follow. She felt she shouldn’t let Xue Luhe leave like this; they might not see each other for a long time. What if… what if something happened? She needed to leave her with a memory.

“Hey!” Lin Mo called out.

The wheelchair stopped. Xue Luhe, hand on the door handle, turned back. Her eyes were clouded with sorrow, even a hint of pain. “Hmm?”

Neither spoke for a moment, their gazes entangling in the air, conveying a thousand unspoken emotions. Lin Mo puffed out her cheeks and walked forward, grabbing Xue Luhe’s arm. She squatted down to look directly into those dark eyes.

“No matter how busy you are, don’t forget to eat well. Take care of yourself. When you have a free moment, call me on video so I can see if you’ve lost weight. You’re not allowed to get thinner, okay? Eat more meat!”

Xue Luhe nodded, the corners of her mouth pulling down as if she were fighting back tears.

Lin Mo racked her brain for more to say, finally settling on a determined: “I’ll walk you downstairs.”

Xue Luhe tried to refuse. “No need, Xu Lu and the driver are right downstairs. I can… it’s too late for you to be out.”

But Lin Mo was already back in the bedroom grabbing clothes. She didn’t give Xue Luhe a chance to argue. She threw on a dress and was back behind the wheelchair in seconds, pushing her out the door.

Xue Luhe let out a long sigh. “Sigh… I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t worry.”

Lin Mo wrinkled her nose, blinking hard to suppress the stinging in her eyes. “Who’s worried about you! Who told you to be such a workaholic? You’re still recovering, and here you are going on a business trip in the middle of the night. You’re literally asking for trouble.”

Xue Luhe turned back and gave Lin Mo a sweet, radiant smile. “Hearing you say that… even if I died tomorrow, it would be worth it.”

Lin Mo immediately made a “spitting” gesture into the air to ward off bad luck. “What nonsense! Seriously, don’t say things like that!”

They talked all the way to the elevator. Xu Lu was waiting below and quickly helped Xue Luhe into the car. From inside the car, Xue Luhe reached out, waved once, and rolled up the window. Lin Mo stood there dazed as the engine roared and the car disappeared into the night.

Only when the taillights were gone did Lin Mo turn back, her footsteps heavy and her mind full of thoughts. Back in her room, Xia Xue ran to her feet, circling her and letting out a confused “Meow?”

“You want to know where she went too, don’t you?” Lin Mo squatted to stroke the cat’s smooth fur. “I want to know too… I didn’t want her to leave. I still have so much to tell her.”

The following days settled into a dull routine. Lin Mo went to work, came home, ate, and slept. She had lived this way before and never found it wrong—in fact, she used to find it liberating. But now, she occasionally felt a sharp pang of loneliness.

Xue Luhe was clearly incredibly busy. She rarely sent messages, but she always made an effort to reply to Lin Mo’s texts so she wouldn’t be left waiting. However, sometimes Xue Luhe would be in meetings for five or six hours straight. During those silences, Lin Mo grew restless, checking her phone constantly while working, her efficiency plummeting. She couldn’t help but worry.

Xue Luhe had first returned to the headquarters, but within days she was flying abroad—Singapore, Vietnam, Thailand. Every day was a cycle of meetings or traveling to meetings. The tiny bits of free time she scavenged were entirely dedicated to messaging or video calling Lin Mo.

During every video call, Lin Mo noticed the dark circles under Xue Luhe’s eyes and her profound exhaustion. She grew increasingly worried but felt helpless; she didn’t know the specifics of Xue Luhe’s work and couldn’t offer any real advice. She could only say hollow things like “Eat well,” “Get some rest,” and “Take care of your health.” The feeling of being useless was driving Lin Mo crazy. She didn’t want to be a mere bystander; she wanted to be someone who could actually help her.

Lin Mo began following financial news and industry trends. She spent her breaks browsing news sites and learning about the various sectors the Xue Group touched—retail, real estate, investment, and the internet. It took a massive effort just to figure out what had gone wrong.

The emergency was a quality control scandal involving one of the group’s snack brands. A consumer had been hospitalized, sparking a viral social media firestorm. Competitors had seized the opportunity to fan the flames, dragging the entire reputation of the Xue Group through the mud.

Worse, Xue Luhe’s personal image was being used to blacken the company’s name. An old video of her losing her temper was being recirculated, and marketing accounts were trending a “Ten Questions for Xue Luhe” campaign:

#Ten Questions for Xue Luhe: Where is your moral bottom line?#

Lin Mo felt her skin crawl as she read the questions.

1. Why do you assault people in public?

2. Have you ever sincerely apologized to those you’ve hurt?

3. Are you truly unaware that your brands trade quality for profit? …and so on.

The writing was masterfully manipulative, mixing truth with lies. Even Lin Mo found herself momentarily wondering if Xue Luhe had turned a blind eye to something. But she quickly realized there were no hard facts—only hearsay and emotional bait.

Unfortunately, the public devoured it. Boycotts of Xue Group products began, and people even started “canceling” Xue Luhe’s films. On movie review sites, the comments were vicious:

“Boycott the black-hearted merchant Xue Luhe! If she fakes her snacks, her Best Actress titles are probably faked too.”

“I’m never watching another one of her movies. Let’s make the world cleaner by getting rid of this violent, heartless scum!” “I’m a former fan turning black. You traded your conscience for money!”

Lin Mo grew more anxious with every comment she read, but she didn’t dare bring it up during their calls. She pretended to know nothing, doing her best to be a source of comfort for Xue Luhe.

Xue Luhe herself seemed composed, though she was visibly thinner. Her gaze toward Lin Mo remained tender.

“Xue Luhe… are you really okay? I’m so worried about you,” Lin Mo finally blurted out during a video call one night.

“You saw the news online? Don’t worry, I’m handling it. We’re close to a resolution, and it won’t affect the group’s foundation,” Xue Luhe said with a weary smile.

“But… I’m afraid they’ll ruin your reputation, your past work, and your future…”

“Don’t be afraid. I’m planning to fade out of the entertainment industry for a while anyway. I’m too busy for acting now. Acting was always a hobby; the company is my career.”

“Oh… I guess that makes sense. Where are you now? Can you send me your address?”

“What are you planning?”

Lin Mo blinked, a sudden impulse surging through her. She spoke before she could overthink it:

“Christmas is almost here. I want to come spend the holidays with you.”

The words came out so smoothly, as if she had rehearsed them a thousand times. Even Lin Mo was shocked. Heaven knows she hadn’t consciously thought of it until that very second, yet here she was, saying it with total naturalness!

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