Turns Out Seducing the Movie Queen Can Break the Plot - Chapter 64.1

Jiang Chi sat on the sofa, coldly watching the unsteady figure approaching from the entryway, making no move to get up and offer support. Instead, she tossed the pack of tissues she had been about to throw back onto the table, stood up, and walked toward her room without another glance.

Normally, Wen Wen would let her have her way, only restraining her limbs if she resisted at bedtime. But today, her wrist was seized.

Without turning her head, Jiang Chi tried to shake it off.

She failed instead, the grip tightened.

“Let—”

Before she could finish, a figure crashed into her arms. Wen Wen wrapped her hands around Jiang Chi’s waist, pinning her against the wall, her head nuzzling clumsily against her.

“Are you ignoring me now?”

“Aren’t you going to welcome me home?”

Jiang Chi struggled briefly. Wen Wen was already unnaturally strong when sober, let alone now, drunk. Realizing escape was futile, she gave up, only growling, “Get off me. Don’t take your drunken nonsense out on me.”

“Chi-Chi…”

Hearing Wen Wen call her by that childhood nickname with such familiarity, Jiang Chi froze. By the time she processed it, her heart felt as if an invisible fist had struck it, a dull, heavy pain that stole her breath for several seconds. She didn’t understand why it hurt so much.

Just like she didn’t understand how Wen Wen even knew that name.

She took a deep breath and looked down at the woman clinging to her, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, clearly drunk.

Weren’t you supposed to have a high alcohol tolerance?

Just how much did you drink?

“Chi-Chi, can’t you really like me?”

“But what do I do? I like you so much.”

“Can’t you really like me?”

“Please like me, okay? I think, I can’t live without you.”

Like an obstinate child, Wen Wen kept repeating the same questions, as if refusing to accept anything less than the answer she wanted. On the surface, she seemed calm, but the hands clutching Jiang Chi’s clothes betrayed her true emotions.

Wen Wen lifted her head to meet Jiang Chi’s gaze. Her unfocused eyes searched for a moment before finally locking onto hers, staring intently.

Pain and nervousness intertwined in her gaze, the latter laced with the faintest trace of hope.

The kind of hope that already knew the answer was no, but still wanted to hear it anyway.

Her lover didn’t even dare hope for much.

As if suddenly able to feel Wen Wen’s anguish, Jiang Chi’s heart clenched violently. If she could control her body in that moment, she would have doubled over from the pain.

But she couldn’t. She stood rigidly against the wall, expression icy, eyes disdainful, her words sharper than any blade.

“Like you? You just enjoy having me follow you around like a dog, don’t you?”

“Watching me grovel at your feet, feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Treating me like livestock these past few days, that’s your idea of ‘liking’ me?”

“Wen Wen, forgive me, but I can’t handle such refined affection.”

Her frigid stare bore into Wen Wen’s eyes, watching as the fragile hope in them shattered piece by piece.

“Let me go, Wen Wen. I will never, never like you.”

The words left her lips like thunderclaps ringing in her ears. A deafening tinnitus roared through her skull.

Now, now this is… the plot can even control her actions towards Wen Wen based on her previous emotions.

What should I do?

This isn’t right.

It really isn’t, Jiang Chi shook her head frantically in her heart. She’d once thought their relationship was entirely in Wen Wen’s hands, but that wasn’t out of resentment or any negative feelings. She was just afraid, afraid that Wen Wen might abandon her.

Sister, I like you. I really, really like you.

No, it’s not just liking.

It’s love.

What she wanted to give Wen Wen was a love unparalleled in this world.

One lifetime wasn’t enough, three wouldn’t suffice, she wanted to be with Wen Wen for eternity.

Knock me out, or find something to gag me, please, sister. Don’t let me say anything more that hurts you.

Though their bodies were pressed close together, it felt as if they were in separate spaces. All of Jiang Chi’s cries fell on deaf ears at least at this moment, Wen Wen absolutely couldn’t hear her pleas.

“It’s not like that, Chi Chi. I… I didn’t just start liking you recently,” Wen Wen said, perhaps beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol as she seemed a bit slow. She suddenly started counting on her fingers, “One, two… twelve. This is the twelfth year, Chi Chi. The twelfth year I’ve liked you.”

“I just… I never told you.”

The real Jiang Chi: What? Twelve years?

The surface Jiang Chi: Wore an expression of disdainful disbelief, not even bothering to mock.

Wen Wen cupped her face and studied it for a moment, as if deciphering her expression, then suddenly took her hand and led her down the hallway to the other side of the house.

After passing through the long corridor, Wen Wen stopped her in front of a room.

The only room Jiang Chi hadn’t entered during her first stay at Wen Wen’s place.

To be honest, Jiang Chi had always been curious about this room. She’d come back later to see what was inside, but it was locked.

The door had both a fingerprint lock and a key, neither of which Jiang Chi had, so she had to give up.

She’d assumed it held some collection completely unlike Wen Wen’s personality maybe some anime figurines.

The moment the door opened, even the controlled Jiang Chi couldn’t hide her visible shock.

The entire room was dedicated to Jiang Chi.

All four walls, the one to the right upon entering was covered by a full-wall portrait of Jiang Chi, bright and radiant, brimming with laughter, like the rising sun each morning, as if everything in the world was full of light.

The wall opposite the door was covered in photos of Jiang Chi. The wall with the door had a full-length display case, with acrylic boxes containing all sorts of accessories, clothes, shoes… everything. The entire wall was filled, many shelves holding more than one item, looking slightly messy yet somehow orderly.

On the left wall after entering the room, there was something resembling a bulletin board. At the very top were written the characters “Chi Chi,” and below it were transparent grid shelves designed in strips, each perfectly sized to hold square cards. The top strip was labeled 2013, with the current year 2025 at the very bottom. Many empty shelves remained below, and Jiang Chi had no doubt that over time, these empty spaces would also be filled with colorful cards.

In the center of the room stood an easel, its board holding an unfinished painting. Jiang Chi could tell the subject was herself depicted during their first recording session, picking flowers by the lake. The floor was neatly arranged with vibrant paints, spotless and orderly, much like the rest of the room.

It was clear the room’s owner took great care in maintaining its cleanliness.

“This is my secret base,” Wen Wen said. “On every day you weren’t by my side, it was like my spiritual support, my nourishment. Just being here, everything about me feels healed as if you’ve always been with me.”

Like a little fairy stepping into her own orchard, Wen Wen pulled Jiang Chi inside to admire her “harvest.”

First was the wall covered in portraits.

“Chi Chi, do you think this one looks nice? It’s the first portrait I ever painted of you. This is how you’ve always stayed in my heart bright, beautiful, like the happiest little fairy in the world. The moment I finished it, I thought, I must protect your smile, so my Chi Chi truly becomes the happiest fairy in the world.”

Wen Wen then tugged her over to the photo-covered wall. After studying it for a moment, her eyes lit up as she plucked one down. In the photo, Jiang Chi sat on the steps of a sports field, head lowered, her expression clearly melancholic. Yet through Wen Wen’s lens, even that melancholy carried an artistic aura, instantly drawing the viewer into the subject’s emotions, a powerfully evocative shot.

“This photo even won an award back then. What do you think?”

“They say photos reflect the photographer’s heart. Whoever captures you beautifully must adore you deeply.”

So this was the second half of what Wen Wen had left unsaid on the mountain that day.

Lifting her gaze to Jiang Chi, Wen Wen’s eyes sparkled like a child awaiting praise. “Chi Chi, every photo on this wall has spoken the words ‘I love you’ for me.”

Jiang Chi’s heart ached unbearably. Not only could she not respond, but her face even wore an expression of disdain, as if about to mock her. Before she could speak, Wen Wen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the wall lined with display cases.

“Chi Chi, these are all gifts I bought for you.”

“Every time I see something that suits you perfectly, I want to give it to you. But I worried sending too many would seem strange, so I kept them here instead. We have so much time ahead, I can give them to you slowly.”

Jiang Chi’s eyes swept over the collection, noting many couple-themed items. Wen Wen must have imagined it countless times wearing matching outfits with her, using paired accessories. But she…

Suddenly, something was draped over her head. By the time she realized what was happening, Wen Wen was already pressing down on the two hanging straps of the hat. Jiang Chi felt something move on top of her head, if she wasn’t mistaken, it was probably something like ears.

Wen Wen smiled at her. “So cute, just as I thought.”

Jiang Chi impatiently yanked the thing off her head. Holding the dog-eared hat in her hand, she raised an eyebrow and said in a mocking tone, “Still claiming you don’t treat me like a dog?”

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