After Swapping Bodies with the Movie Queen, She Ended Up with Me (GL) - Chapter 62

Rong Qing looked at her blankly, kicked off her slippers, and obediently climbed onto the bed, sitting beside Mu Lingwan.

No sooner had she sat down than Mu Lingwan leaned in, sniffing delicately at Rong Qing’s neck. “You smell like spicy hot pot,” she remarked.

Speaking of hot pot—

“Where’s my spicy hot pot?” Rong Qing asked.

“Xiao Qu took it away. Didn’t you say you couldn’t eat anymore?”

“But she already ate hers.”

“I told her to take it back for a midnight snack.”

Rong Qing: “?”

She had said the same thing earlier, but Xiao Qu had refused. Why did Xiao Qu agree when Mu Lingwan said it?

Noticing the confusion in Rong Qing’s eyes, Mu Lingwan chuckled and pulled her into her arms. After a pause, she said, “Maybe because both of us insisted, she couldn’t refuse. Besides, it’d be a waste if you didn’t eat it.”

Mu Lingwan toyed with Rong Qing’s slender fingers. “Wasting food isn’t good.”

The teasing touch made Rong Qing’s heart flutter. Just as she was about to speak, she let out a hiccup.

Mu Lingwan froze for a second before bursting into laughter. Rong Qing’s face burned crimson, and she smacked Mu Lingwan’s shoulder indignantly. “Stop laughing!”

Mu Lingwan: “Hahaha!”

Rong Qing’s entire face was red. She straightened up, pressing her hands on Mu Lingwan’s shoulders. “It’s your fault! Why did you order me spicy hot pot in the first place?”

Mu Lingwan pulled her close, settling Rong Qing astride her lap. Tilting her head back, she gazed up at Rong Qing with eyes curved in amusement. “Oh, so now that you’ve eaten it, you’re blaming me for ordering it? Aren’t you being a little unreasonable?”

As she spoke, she gave Rong Qing’s bottom a light pat.

Rong Qing jolted at the touch, her face flushing even deeper. She stared at Mu Lingwan in disbelief, only now realizing her position—perched atop Mu Lingwan.

A hotel.

A large bed.

Sitting on Mu Lingwan.

The atmosphere felt dangerously charged. Blushing furiously, Rong Qing tried to scramble off, but Mu Lingwan refused to let her go. Instead, her hands slid around Rong Qing’s waist, exploring slowly, her eyes gleaming.

“W-what are you doing?” Rong Qing’s voice trembled. “That tickles…”

“Just checking if you’ve gained weight,” Mu Lingwan said, though her wandering fingers traced teasing circles over Rong Qing’s lower back, making her shiver.

“How could I possibly gain weight right after eating?”

“Whether you have or not, I’ll only know after checking.”

Mu Lingwan adored the sight of Rong Qing’s flushed face. Leaning up, she pressed a kiss to the corner of Rong Qing’s lips.

Strawberry-flavored.

“Did you brush your teeth?” Mu Lingwan asked.

Rong Qing ducked her head, silent, her eyes tinged pink. She squirmed to get down, but Mu Lingwan slipped something into her palm.

Opening her hand, Rong Qing found a black hair tie.

“I didn’t bring the butterfly one today,” Mu Lingwan said, watching her. “This will have to do for now.”

Rong Qing stared at the hair tie, then back at Mu Lingwan.

“Help me tie my hair,” Mu Lingwan murmured, drawing closer. “Or it’ll get in the way later.”

Now Rong Qing was red from head to toe. She wanted to refuse, but Mu Lingwan kissed her again, guiding Rong Qing’s hands to her own shoulders and urging her to touch the silky, fragrant strands of her long, dark hair.

The kiss left Rong Qing’s lips tingling, her head dizzy. The softness of Mu Lingwan’s hair against her palms made her dazed. It took her a long moment before she finally managed to tie Mu Lingwan’s hair up.

It took a long time to tie up that hair. By the time Mu Lingwan finished kissing her, Rong Qing’s hands and feet had gone weak as she finally managed to secure the other’s long locks.

The moment Rong Qing withdrew her hands, the world spun around her. Before she could regain her senses, she was already pinned beneath Mu Lingwan on the soft bed, her chest heaving rapidly.

Mu Lingwan’s hair cascaded down, messy strands falling to the sides, brushing against Rong Qing’s cheek and pale neck.

“You didn’t tie it well—it’s all loose,” Mu Lingwan murmured, lowering her head to press against Rong Qing’s forehead with a soft laugh. “But it’ll do.”

Rong Qing pushed at her shoulders, only to be met with even more restless kisses from Mu Lingwan…

When Rong Qing woke up the next day, she had expected to be sore all over, but upon opening her eyes, she realized she felt fine.

Dazed, she sat up and blinked at the sight of her own body—now frowning in deep sleep beside her.

They had switched back.

Overjoyed, Rong Qing recalled how Mu Lingwan had tormented her all night, and anger flared up inside her. Even the hair tie falling off had somehow been blamed on her—when it was clearly Mu Lingwan’s own exaggerated movements that had flung it away. Yet, she had used that as an excuse to punish her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Lifting her foot under the covers, Rong Qing gave ‘herself’ a hard kick before grabbing the pajamas from the floor, hastily pulling them on, and darting toward the bathroom.

By the time Mu Lingwan woke with a frown, she heard the loud bang of the bathroom door slamming shut. She lay there in a daze for a long moment before finally registering the deep ache in her entire body. Sitting up, she glanced at the lit bathroom door, then down at the marks still lingering on her skin—the bite marks she had left last night out of sheer mischief.

Well then.

The boomerang effect wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Mu Lingwan yawned, got up, slipped on her shoes, and stepped over the messy floor to knock on the bathroom door.

“Someone’s in here!” Rong Qing shouted from inside.

Mu Lingwan, of course, knew someone was using it. Picking up a robe from the floor and draping it over herself, she rasped, “I need to shower.”

Rong Qing’s voice lifted with glee. “Too bad. I’m showering first.”

Mu Lingwan said, “We can shower together.”

“No!” Rong Qing wasn’t falling for that again. Righteously, she declared, “I’m showering alone!”

“Fine.” Mu Lingwan didn’t argue, rubbing her temples. “Then can you hurry up?”

“Hmm~” Rong Qing replied smugly. “That depends on my mood. Right now, I feel like taking a bath. You can wait an hour.”

Rong Qing had made up her mind—after how Mu Lingwan had bullied her last night, she wasn’t about to let it slide. While she couldn’t teach Mu Lingwan any truly harsh lessons, making her wait to use the bathroom was well within her power.

Surely a big-shot celebrity like her wouldn’t throw a tantrum over something as trivial as not being able to use the toilet, right?

Just as Rong Qing was reveling in her victory, she heard the click of the bathroom door being unlocked from the outside.

Rong Qing: “?!”

Mu Lingwan stood there in her disheveled robe, hair a mess, eyeing Rong Qing in the bathroom. She raised a brow at Rong Qing’s still-puffy eyelids—swollen from crying the night before—and said, “Did you really not know hotel bathroom doors don’t lock?”

Rong Qing really hadn’t known!

“What are you doing in here?!” Rong Qing yelped, scrambling to push her out, but Mu Lingwan just gripped her wrist and chuckled. “I told you—I need to shower.”

“I—I-I…”

“Let’s shower together.”

Rong Qing: “Huh?”

Before Rong Qing could react, Mu Lingwan had already stepped into the bathroom and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

“What are you doing in here?!”

“Taking a shower.”

“!!!”

By the time they finally settled down, it was already noon when Qu Xiaojing arrived belatedly with takeout.

The moment she entered the room, she could sense an unusual atmosphere. Carefully placing down the bags in her hands, she noticed ‘Mu Lingwan’ curled up on the bed, only a fluffy black head peeking out from the cocoon of blankets, showing no reaction to her arrival.

Meanwhile, ‘Rong Qing’ stood by the floor-to-ceiling window holding a cup of coffee, watching the bustling crowd below. At the sound of the door opening, she turned her gaze toward Qu Xiaojing, their eyes meeting briefly.

Qu Xiaojing shivered involuntarily.

For some reason, she found ‘Rong Qing’s’ temperament unpredictable—sometimes warm and approachable, other times cold and distant like now, standing by the window as if lost in thought. Especially those eyes, which seemed to send chills down her spine whenever they looked her way.

Is this what they call a moody celebrity?

How terrifying…

“Teacher Rong, these are the clothes and meals Sister Zhou Ying asked me to bring for you,” Qu Xiaojing said, gesturing to the items beside her. “The clothes are all new, bought according to your sizes. If there’s anything else you need or want to wear, just let me know. I’ll be here all day.”

All day?

Mu Lingwan took a sip of coffee and shot Qu Xiaojing a glance.

Rong Qing and I are having a romantic getaway in this hotel room, and you plan to stay here all day as a third wheel?

How annoying.

“No need,” Mu Lingwan set down her coffee and walked over, glancing at the neatly packed suitcase and bags filled with newly purchased clothes—both light and heavy options available.

She picked up a white cartoon-patterned hoodie and frowned. “These are all too childish. Next time, have Zhou Ying help you pick something more suitable.”

Qu Xiaojing lowered her head, silently acknowledging the veiled criticism of her poor taste.

“You don’t need to stay here either. Go do whatever you need to do,” Mu Lingwan said, putting the hoodie back. “I’ll call if we need anything.”

“Understood,” Qu Xiaojing turned to leave.

“Wait.”

Mu Lingwan suddenly remembered something and called out to her. “Have you been back to my villa?”

Qu Xiaojing shook her head. “No, but according to Sister Zhou Ying, there are quite a few people lurking around. Someone must have leaked the location. She mentioned you two might need to relocate.”

Mu Lingwan nodded slightly, having expected as much. After confirming this, she finally let Qu Xiaojing leave.

Not long after Qu Xiaojing departed, Rong Qing drowsily emerged from the blankets.

She was wearing a new set of pajamas—a strappy design with two thin straps that revealed her fair shoulders and ample chest. Rubbing her eyes, she climbed out of bed.

Having eaten so much the night before, Rong Qing still didn’t feel hungry despite sleeping until noon.

The hotel room’s floor heating kept it comfortably warm, making her thin nightgown perfectly adequate. After a quick freshening up, she opened the door to find Mu Lingwan organizing the pile of clothes Qu Xiaojing had brought.

“Has Xiao Qu been here already?” Rong Qing spotted the white cartoon hoodie draped over the sofa and picked it up, her eyes lighting up immediately. “This is so cute! Can I wear it?”

Mu Lingwan glanced over and recognized the cartoon hoodie she’d recently dismissed as too childish.

“You can have it if you like it,” Mu Lingwan said with a smile. “I bought it especially for you.”

Rong Qing didn’t believe her.

But she was still intrigued by Qu Xiaojing’s new clothes. Together with Mu Lingwan, they unpacked all the garments, filling the walk-in closet to the brim.

The thought of staying at this hotel for another half month made Rong Qing sigh. She asked Mu Lingwan, who was unpacking skincare products: “When can we go home? Will we make it back before my commercial shoot?”

“Probably not,” Mu Lingwan arranged the bottles neatly before explaining: “We need to move.”

“Move?” Rong Qing looked at her in surprise. “Did something happen at home?”

“Someone leaked my address. Xiao Qu said the neighborhood was swarming with people when she came over,” Mu Lingwan said calmly, discarding the packaging. “I was getting tired of that place anyway—this is a good opportunity to change.”

Rong Qing blinked. “Are we renting?”

“Hmm?” Mu Lingwan lifted her gaze. “No, we’ll buy outright. You can browse for preferred neighborhoods or layouts. When we have time, have Zhou Ying check them out. If suitable, we’ll proceed with the purchase directly.”

Hearing Mu Lingwan discuss buying property as casually as grocery shopping, Rong Qing’s eyes widened.

Is this how the wealthy operate?

So effortless.

Rong Qing surveyed the well-stocked closet—though not as spacious as their home’s—and felt another wave of longing for the affluent lifestyle, realizing how much clothing and skincare was required for just half a month.

Clearly, any new home would need at least a 50-square-meter walk-in closet just for Mu Lingwan’s wardrobe.

After organizing clothes and skincare, Rong Qing felt slightly hungry but craved something light, so she ordered freshly cut fruit.

The honeydew was sweet, the pineapple tart, and even the mandarins were plump with thin peels. Sated with fruity flavors, she patted her stomach contentedly and leaned back on the sofa.

Eating like this would surely make her gain ten pounds.

Having filled up on coffee alone, Mu Lingwan suggested to the lounging Rong Qing: “Want to go swimming upstairs?”

Only then did Rong Qing remember the hotel’s rooftop pool.

“Great idea!” she exclaimed before frowning. “But won’t the water be freezing this time of year?”

“It’s temperature-controlled—not too cold once you’re in,” Mu Lingwan assured her.

“What if someone recognizes us?” Rong Qing fretted.

Mu Lingwan blinked. “We could book it privately.”

Rong Qing’s eyes sparkled. “Really?”

“Of course,” Mu Lingwan chuckled at her reaction. “Want to experience having the pool to ourselves?”

“Yes!” Rong Qing sprang up instantly.

While Rong Qing gathered her things, Mu Lingwan called reception. Fortunately, the pool had no afternoon bookings, so she reserved it exclusively, adding the fee to their room charges.

This was Rong Qing’s first time swimming in a private pool. The water was pleasantly warm, and apart from the staff and lifeguards, she and Mu Lingwan were the only guests there.

They spent the entire afternoon in the pool. Rong Qing wasn’t a strong swimmer, so Mu Lingwan taught her. When they got tired, they lounged by the edge of the pool and chatted. By evening, after freshening up, they headed to the rooftop bar.

They settled at a small table, listening to the raspy voice of the resident female singer covering Xu Qing’s songs. Rong Qing was completely engrossed. Mu Lingwan had even considered going on stage to sing a song herself, but Rong Qing stopped her.

It was rare that no one recognized them—she didn’t want Mu Lingwan to stir up trouble again.

That night, Mu Lingwan sulked, clearly unhappy, and no amount of coaxing from Rong Qing could lift her mood.

Eventually, Rong Qing gave up.

Fine, whatever.

And so, the two of them spent their days in the hotel eating, sleeping, occasionally visiting the rooftop bar to listen to music or grabbing free meals at the first-floor buffet. The rest of the time, they simply idled away.

Finally, the shooting date for Rong Qing’s cup noodle commercial was confirmed!

When Zhou Ying delivered the news, Rong Qing jumped for joy. This was her first-ever commercial, and she’d even get free instant noodles out of it—she felt like she’d hit the jackpot!

“The shoot is scheduled for next Monday. I’ll pick you up and take you to the studio. It should take about a day or half a day to finish,” Zhou Ying told her. “Once the ad airs, you’ll need to promote it on Weibo and other media platforms. I’ll handle all that—just giving you a heads-up.”

Zhou Ying continued, “The endorsement fee will be settled after the shoot. After deducting taxes and staff wages, the remaining amount will be transferred directly to your account. Take a look at this—you’ll need to sign.”

Rong Qing didn’t fully understand, but the string of zeros on the contract made it clear she was about to get paid.

Not only would she earn money, but she’d also get free cup noodles.

Being a celebrity was amazing!

With that settled, Zhou Ying wrapped up her tasks. Noticing Mu Lingwan sitting nearby, ears perked up, she smiled and said, “I’ve already found a place—a penthouse near the CBD, over 500 square meters. It has five bedrooms, four living rooms, and six bathrooms. I’ll have a designer plan the layout, but do you think it’s spacious enough?”

Five hundred square meters?

Six bathrooms?

Spacious enough?

Rong Qing was stunned. Even if she used the bathroom three times a day, she’d never get through all of them.

“Sounds decent,” Mu Lingwan said, eyeing Zhou Ying. “Did you check it out in person?”

“Not yet. I only saw photos from the agent.”

“Renovations will take time, right? Isn’t there anything ready to move into?”

“If we go that route, we won’t find a penthouse that big,” Zhou Ying replied, frowning slightly and stroking her chin. “There’s one under 400 square meters, and the rest are around 300—too small. For a penthouse, bigger is better. More space means more comfort and storage.”

Mu Lingwan’s previous villa had been packed with belongings—three floors above ground, plus a basement with a gym and home theater. Four hundred square meters would indeed feel cramped.

Mu Lingwan hesitated, then turned to Rong Qing. “What do you think?”

What do I think?

I think six bathrooms are way too many.

After a moment’s thought, Rong Qing said, “I’m fine with anything. You decide.”

She was just freeloading for food, drinks, and lodging.

Mu Lingwan asked her, “Do you like spacious apartments?”

Rong Qing turned her head to look at her. “I do.”

Zhou Ying asked, “Don’t you like villas? The kind with three-story townhouses.”

Rong Qing turned to her. “I like those too.”

“Should I look at villas then?”

“Sure.”

“What about apartments?”

“Fine by me.”

After all, it wasn’t Rong Qing’s money being spent. Mu Lingwan could live wherever she wanted, as long as she left a guest room for her.

Preferably one with an ensuite bathroom—she thought that would be much more convenient.

Zhou Ying and Mu Lingwan had no choice but to accept Rong Qing’s enthusiastic “Sure, sure, sure” attitude. In the end, Zhou Ying made the decision. “I’ll personally handle the house hunting these next few days. For now, let’s focus on preparing for the ad shoot.”

On the evening of the shoot, Rong Qing proactively inserted the battery into the DSLR camera, set it up, and positioned it at the foot of the bed.

Honestly.

You’d never believe it.

A hotel, a DSLR, a king-sized bed.

It looked even more like a risqué film shoot than the first time.

Rong Qing stared blankly at the dark lens, wondering—after half a year of living like this with Mu Lingwan, was there still any hope of switching back?

Would they be stuck like this forever?

Before she could finish her thoughts, Mu Lingwan stepped out of the bathroom, still damp from her shower.

She towel-dried her hair as she walked to the bed, where Rong Qing sat right in the center, dressed in a black silk nightgown that made her look even paler and more beautiful.

“All set?” Mu Lingwan asked.

Rong Qing nodded, then stood up and fetched the hairdryer from the cabinet. Standing in front of Mu Lingwan, she said, “Let me dry your hair for you. If the pillow gets wet, you won’t sleep comfortably tonight.”

Mu Lingwan nodded and sat down, letting Rong Qing blow-dry her hair.

As Rong Qing ran her fingers through Mu Lingwan’s damp locks, she cranked up the dryer and found herself zoning out, blowing the same spot for a full five minutes.

Mu Lingwan lifted her eyes and tilted her head. “What’s wrong?”

Rong Qing blinked and whispered, “I don’t know… I just feel a little nervous?”

Mu Lingwan studied her. “If you’re nervous, we don’t have to switch today. I can go shoot the ad for you tomorrow.”

“No.” Rong Qing shook her head. “This is my first ad. I have to do it myself. I can’t let someone else take my place.”

“But didn’t you shoot an ad for me before?” Mu Lingwan took Rong Qing’s hand and gently squeezed her soft palm. “You weren’t nervous then.”

“That was for you, of course I wasn’t nervous.” Rong Qing sighed. “But this one’s for me, so I feel… uneasy. I’m afraid I’ll mess up, afraid I’ll disappoint everyone.”

And even more afraid that the deposit would vanish into thin air.

Mu Lingwan turned around and pulled Rong Qing in front of her, gazing at her calmly with dark eyes.

“Don’t be afraid,” Mu Lingwan said, holding her hand. “I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

Rong Qing froze for a moment, then nodded firmly.

“Hearing that makes me feel better.” Rong Qing’s eyes curved into crescents as she suddenly leaned in and planted a light kiss on Mu Lingwan’s lips. She immediately straightened up. “Kiss done! Time to sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow!”

She tried to bolt.

But Mu Lingwan grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.

Rong Qing’s ears turned bright red as she struggled and said, “I-I need to put the hairdryer away.”

“With the plug pulled out, you can put it anywhere, can’t you?” Mu Lingwan wrapped her other arm around Rong Qing’s waist, curling her lips in a smile as she asked, “I like it when you kiss me first. Do it again?”

Rong Qing refused: “I won’t!”

Mu Lingwan replied: “Then I’ll kiss you.”

No way!

“Mmm!”

Mu Lingwan bit down on Rong Qing’s lips, skillfully prying them open to explore the warmth within. Her hands grew restless, slipping under the nightgown to squeeze Rong Qing’s soft bottom.

Rong Qing struggled.

But couldn’t break free.

She pushed against Mu Lingwan.

To no avail.

Fine then.

Have it your way.

With a sigh, Rong Qing draped her arms over Mu Lingwan’s shoulders, fingers brushing against damp strands of hair. Thoughtfully, she removed a hair tie from her own wrist and casually gathered the loose locks together.

No sooner had she secured the hair than Rong Qing felt herself lifted effortlessly—Mu Lingwan’s hands supporting her bottom as she was carried away.

Then they tumbled heavily onto the bed together…