The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Lin Mo had been looking forward to the hospital. In her mind, a bustling place with crowds of people would be the first time she’d seen a real “society” since transmigrating.

Instead, Xue Luhe proved her status as a true power player. She had the car stop at a private entrance where a team of doctors, nurses, and security guards were already waiting. Lin Mo was whisked away on a gurney through a VIP elevator straight to the top floor.

Lying on the bed, she didn’t see much. Actually, she was quite used to this atmosphere. In her previous life, whenever her heart failed, it was always like this—a circle of medical staff and the rumble-rumble of gurney wheels moving as fast as a rocket.

Sigh… I wonder how serious the problem is this time. It’s so unfair; I haven’t even enjoyed this new life yet!

She noticed how eerily quiet it was. The doctors and nurses all wore soft-soled shoes, and there wasn’t a single “ordinary” patient in sight. Lin Mo was pushed through a gauntlet of tests—MRI, X-rays, the works—and then sent to a VIP waiting room.

The Actress and the Fan

Xue Luhe was in the room drinking tea. A young nurse brought in some refreshments, her cheeks flushing as she stole glances at the superstar. Xue Luhe held her teacup in one hand and beckoned the nurse with the other.

“Come here.”

The nurse approached, shy and timid. Xue Luhe held her own teacup to the girl’s lips, her smile full of charm. “Do you like tea?”

The nurse looked like she was about to faint. With a mix of hesitation and longing, she took a sip from Xue Luhe’s hand. Xue Luhe smiled, then turned a meaningful gaze toward Lin Mo, who had been watching the whole scene.

Lin Mo, sitting on the same sofa: ???

Whatever happened to being “wives”? Are you seriously hitting on other women right in front of your spouse? Does she want to see if I’ll get jealous?

According to her “amnesia” persona, logic dictated she wouldn’t be jealous. So, Lin Mo simply watched with a blank, “I have no idea what you’re doing” expression.

Xue Luhe found this boring, lowered her hand, and waved the nurse away. The nurse spoke up timidly, “Best Actress Xue, I’m a huge fan. Could I have your autograph?”

The warmth vanished instantly. Xue Luhe’s face turned icy, her gaze terrifying. Her tone was sharp and mocking. “Wasn’t that enough just now? Even fans should learn where to draw the line, shouldn’t they?”

The nurse’s face turned the color of liver—shock, shame, and heartbreak swirling together. She practically fled the room.

Lin Mo felt uncomfortable seeing this. Emboldened by her current stability, she dared to frown at Xue Luhe. “How could you treat her like that? Turning on her in a heartbeat… that’s going to leave a psychological scar. That wasn’t right.”

Xue Luhe’s freezing gaze swept over her. Lin Mo felt a chill run from her tailbone to the top of her head. At the sound of Xue Luhe’s terrifying, cold chuckle, Lin Mo’s ankle began to throb, and all her courage evaporated.

As the saying goes, a wise person knows when to submit. Lin Mo bowed her head immediately. “I’m sorry, I was wrong. That’s your business. I just… have a big mouth. Please just treat me like a fart and let me go!”

Whatever Xue Luhe was about to say got stuck in her throat. She had nothing to counter that with, so she simply let out a disgusted “Tsk.”

“Is this your first day knowing me? Do I look like a good person?”

Lin Mo counted on her fingers. “First question: technically, it’s my second day knowing you. Second question: No.”

She wasn’t lying. Xue Luhe’s beauty was glamorous, grand, and sharply aggressive. She was the most dangerous kind of beauty. Critics often complained that she was too beautiful, her features too sharp to portray ordinary people. They suggested she “play ugly” to break through her image, but Xue Luhe ignored them. Whether she played a hero or a villain, a “flower vase” or a lead, her characters were always, without exception, stunningly beautiful.

The Verdict

Lin Mo’s thoughts drifted to a GIF she’d seen of Xue Luhe in a doctor’s uniform, walking through a hospital corridor like the wind. That face was enough to make anyone’s blood race…

“What are you thinking about so intensely?”

A hand waved in front of Lin Mo’s face, snapping her back to reality.

“You’re drooling,” Xue Luhe said flatly.

Lin Mo immediately wiped her chin, only to find it was dry. How annoying! Making a joke out of that—don’t I have any dignity left?! She glared at Xue Luhe but didn’t dare speak a word of the insults in her head.

Seeing Lin Mo’s face turn red from holding back her temper, Xue Luhe laughed. Lin Mo huffed and turned her back to her.

“Angry? You get mad so easily. I don’t like women who are always angry,” Xue Luhe said in that lazy, seductive voice that could drive a person crazy.

Honestly, Lin Mo thought, God gave her beauty and talent, but why didn’t He give her a normal brain? She’s the world champion of being a contrarian!

Fortunately, the doctor entered with the results and called Xue Luhe away with a serious expression. Lin Mo sat on pins and needles, terrified for a long time, until Xue Luhe returned.

“Pack your things. We’re going home.”

Xue Luhe’s expression was flat. She had staff help Lin Mo into a wheelchair and out to the car. During the entire ride home, Xue Luhe was on her tablet handling business, her face calm and unreadable.

Lin Mo couldn’t take the suspense anymore. As they neared the villa, she finally mustered the courage to ask: “What… what did the doctor say?”

Xue Luhe put down the tablet and looked over. Rare pity flickered in her eyes—as if she were looking at a terminally ill patient with days to live.

Holy crap!

Lin Mo’s hair stood on end. Goosebumps broke out all over her body, and her heart began to hammer erratically. She clutched her chest, fearing it was failing again.

“S-so… is there… am I…” she couldn’t finish. Tears flooded her eyes.

Is this really it? Even in another world, I can’t survive? Is there really no room for me in this vast universe?

“I understand…” Lin Mo lowered her head. Tears began to drop onto her light-colored jeans, staining them dark, drop by drop, until a large patch formed.

“Sigh… you…”

As Lin Mo sobbed uncontrollably, she felt a cold, soft hand press against the back of her neck. Before she could react, she was pulled into Xue Luhe’s embrace.

It wasn’t a particularly warm hug. Xue Luhe seemed like a cold-blooded animal; even her blood felt cooler than a normal person’s. Her body was soft, but not warm. Yet, in her despair, Lin Mo found the embrace touching. Her tears flowed even faster, soaking a large patch of Xue Luhe’s expensive silk shirt. She was crying so hard she started to hiccup.

Xue Luhe’s cold fingers stroked her hair and pinched her nape, sending a shiver through her. Finally, she spoke: “How… how can you be so silly?”

Lin Mo gasped, her hiccups continuing awkwardly in Xue Luhe’s arms. “I’m not… I just… hic… my emotions collapse easily… hic…”

It was embarrassing, but since she was “dying,” she didn’t care. Xue Luhe was beautiful and nice to hold, so Lin Mo boldly wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist, pulling her tight and burying her face deeper.

Xue Luhe sighed. “I didn’t say you couldn’t collapse, it’s just…”

Lin Mo felt the outline of her slim, strong waist, and her hiccups actually stopped. Her mind wandered for a moment—if I’m going to die, having a beauty like this by my side every day isn’t a bad way to go. If only her temper wasn’t so unpredictable.

Xue Luhe’s voice continued: “You’re not sick.”

Lin Mo: “…hic?”

Xue Luhe reached out and ruffled Lin Mo’s hair into a complete mess. “The doctor said you just had a blood clot in your brain before, but it’s gone now. You’re perfectly healthy.”

Lin Mo: “……………………”

She silently backed out of the embrace. She looked at the expensive silk shirt she had ruined with tears. She retreated to the corner of the car seat, burying her head in the shadows, trying to make herself disappear.

Xue Luhe watched with amusement. She reached out a finger and flicked Lin Mo’s earlobe, which turned beet-red instantly.

Was she always this prone to blushing? Xue Luhe tried to remember, but realized she couldn’t. She had always ignored or loathed her business-contract wife. Who would have thought that in just two days, everything would change so drastically?

Xue Luhe pinched Lin Mo’s ear, her tone turning cold again. “I’m actually quite disappointed. If you’re so healthy, how am I supposed to bury you in my family’s ancestral grave?”

Lin Mo muttered, “Then don’t. When the contract is up, we’ll just divorce…”

Xue Luhe’s fingers suddenly tightened, pinching the plump earlobe hard. Lin Mo cried out in pain and ducked away.

Irritation suppressed in her voice, Xue Luhe said: “Try mentioning divorce one more time.”

Lin Mo: Waaah, I can’t guess this villain’s mind at all! I’m already this embarrassed—is she planning to silence me instead of divorcing me?! Xue Luhe, if you have the guts to tease me, have the guts to explain what you mean!

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