After Swapping Bodies with the Movie Queen, She Ended Up with Me (GL) - Chapter 63

Early the next morning, Rong Qing got up at the crack of dawn to pick out her outfit for the day. Mu Lingwan yawned lazily, hugging a pillow as she lay sprawled on the bed, watching Rong Qing bustle about with half-lidded eyes.

Noticing the gaze, Rong Qing turned her head and saw Mu Lingwan lying there with tousled hair and a languid posture—looking exactly like a cat.

Rong Qing suddenly thought that if the two of them could always be like this in the future, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Awake?” Rong Qing held up two dresses, comparing them against herself. “Which one do you think looks better? The white one or the red one?”

Mu Lingwan, still sprawled on the pillow, lazily pointed to the red one on the left.

Rong Qing tossed the white dress aside and headed to the bathroom to change.

Mu Lingwan blinked, then propped her head up and said, “Why hide from me when changing? There’s not a single part of you I haven’t seen—or touched.”

The next second, Rong Qing emerged from the bathroom and flung the red dress right at her face.

“Shut up!” Rong Qing snapped, her face burning with embarrassment.

She spent the entire morning sulking. Last night, she had only planned on a few kisses before sleeping to conserve energy for the next day’s shoot, but Mu Lingwan had insisted on kissing, touching, and setting fires everywhere.

Rong Qing had to admit—

She hadn’t held back.

Mu Lingwan coaxed her with soft, sweet words, and before she knew it, Rong Qing had been stripped bare.

But she was still going to be mad.

She couldn’t just let Mu Lingwan bully her endlessly—she had to put on a show of defiance too.

Mu Lingwan, of course, understood that Rong Qing’s anger was just for show, so she didn’t dare push any boundaries that morning. Instead, she behaved dutifully, tending to Rong Qing like a personal maid, helping her dress and serving her breakfast.

But the moment Zhou Ying arrived, Rong Qing’s sullen expression instantly brightened.

“Zhou Ying-jie!” Rong Qing’s eyes practically sparkled. “Are we leaving now?”

Zhou Ying smiled and nodded. “Of course. Are you all ready?”

Rong Qing nodded vigorously. “All set!”

Zhou Ying then glanced at Mu Lingwan, who was dressed in a white hoodie and jeans, standing behind Rong Qing. She asked offhandedly, “Are you coming too?”

Mu Lingwan neither confirmed nor denied it.

The two were practically conjoined twins at this point, and Zhou Ying was used to it. Without even stepping into the suite’s bedroom, she handed breakfast to Rong Qing and said, “Then let’s hurry. The morning rush hour just ended, so traffic shouldn’t be too bad. We’ll probably arrive by ten.”

In the car, Zhou Ying drove while Rong Qing and Mu Lingwan sat in the back.

Rong Qing was buzzing with excitement, barely able to stay still as she watched the scenery outside the window. She kept asking where they were, clearly very nervous.

Mu Lingwan held her hand, soothing her with gentle words for a while. Rong Qing glanced at her and didn’t argue back, feeling much more at ease with Mu Lingwan by her side.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the photography studio.

The brand representative had been waiting at the entrance and personally escorted Rong Qing to the set. While she was getting her makeup done, they explained the concept and storyline for the commercial shoot.

This cup noodle ad aimed for novelty and approachability, so the shoot would consist of two parts: one with a narrative, running about 30 seconds, and another official ad version with just one line of dialogue, lasting only about 5 seconds.

The dialogue ad was simple—just holding a cup noodle and saying a line, with the product packaging using the same design and format.

But the storyline ad was more complicated.

The plot was roughly about gourmet Rong Qing arriving at a cup noodle amusement park, filled with various instant noodles—old X pickled cabbage noodles, red X beef noodles, fresh X fish cake noodles, and so on. Rong Qing happily played with these noodles in the park until they reached a new attraction—the Crab Roe Cheese Spinning Bucket.

Inside the bucket were crabs, cheese, and Rong Qing herself, all spinning around together. Then, Rong Qing did a backflip out of the bucket, holding the mixed crab roe cheese cup noodles and delivering the ad line to the camera.

Everything else was manageable, but that last part…

“Isn’t the backflip a bit too difficult for me?” Rong Qing asked the director while the makeup artist went to change brushes.

The director smiled warmly. “Oh, the backflip isn’t real—we’ll handle it in post-production. We’re just explaining the concept to you.”

Rong Qing glanced down at the script in her hands.

Just one line, and they still gave her a full script.

After makeup, Rong Qing was led to a green screen. She blinked at the massive backdrop.

Where were the noodles?

Why was she the only one standing there in a garish yellow dress, looking like a complete fool?

Later, she learned there was something called “acting without props.”

The shoot went surprisingly smoothly. Rong Qing had expected to be nervous, but the absurdity of the plot made her so engrossed that she forgot all about stage fright.

Filming started at 10 AM, with a half-hour break, and wrapped up at 3 PM.

When it was finally over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—even Zhou Ying couldn’t help whispering to Mu Lingwan, “Who knew Xiao Qing would be so natural in front of the camera? She pulled it off effortlessly.”

Mu Lingwan gave a slight nod. “She was an idol, after all.”

Say what you will about Rong Qing, but her screen presence was excellent. With just a little practice, she could handle anything—which was why Mu Lingwan saw potential in her.

At that, Zhou Ying raised an eyebrow. “If you two are free this afternoon, want to check out the new house?”

Mu Lingwan glanced at her. “You’ve picked some?”

“A few, but I’m not sure if you’ll like them.” Zhou Ying looked over at Rong Qing, who was chatting with the director, and added, “It’s more about whether Xiao Qing likes them. Your opinion doesn’t matter much.”

Mu Lingwan shot her a look before turning away, grabbing a coat and walking over.

The director was enthusiastically praising Rong Qing, who stood there awkwardly, unsure how to respond—until she spotted Mu Lingwan approaching and quickly called out, “Lingwan!”

Mu Lingwan nodded, stepping closer and draping the coat over Rong Qing’s shoulders. She glanced at the director. “All done?”

“All done, all done.” The director was quick on the uptake, smiling as he said, “You two can take a short break. I need to discuss some things with Manager Zhou—let me get you some water first.”

The manager gave a brief explanation before going to discuss matters with Zhou Ying. Rong Qing visibly relaxed when she left.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Lingwan looked at her with amusement. “Are you really that shy around strangers?”

“It’s not that I’m shy around strangers,” Rong Qing whispered to her. “It’s just that she’s too enthusiastic—I can barely handle it.”

The beautiful interviewer’s conversation revolved around two things: praising Rong Qing for her beauty and her acting skills.

She went on and on, using metaphors and parallel sentences without repeating herself, practically showering Rong Qing with compliments until she felt like a blooming flower.

Rong Qing really couldn’t take such overwhelming praise.

Mu Lingwan chuckled softly, helping Rong Qing into her coat before gently touching her chilled cheeks. “Go change out of this outfit. Don’t catch a cold later.”

Her tone was tender, her movements intimate. Some of the nearby staff had already started glancing their way, and Rong Qing could clearly feel their gazes lingering on the two of them, making her ears burn red.

She grabbed Mu Lingwan’s hand, then hesitated—holding it felt inappropriate, but letting go in front of everyone might seem like she was rejecting Mu Lingwan. So she ended up clutching her fingertips nervously, looking for all the world like a sweet couple in love.

Rong Qing even overheard a few nearby employees whispering among themselves.

“Didn’t they say Teacher Mu was ice-cold? Turns out she’s just as sweet when she’s in love!”

“She’s been staying in the studio with her wife all day—so affectionate!”

“If only we could take photos, I’d totally post this in their CP fan group. Two stunning beauties—what’s not to love?”

Rong Qing perked up her ears, listening intently.

“See?” Mu Lingwan glanced at her with a soft laugh. “Everyone likes you.”

Rong Qing looked up at her, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, nodding emphatically.

Back at AG, she had been a nobody with barely any fans. Even one or two gifts would make her happy for ages. Now that more and more people liked her, she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.

After changing, Zhou Ying finished her discussion with the manager and stood up when she saw Rong Qing emerge from the dressing room.

Rong Qing had already removed her makeup and was now wearing a mask and hat, looking completely low-key.

Mu Lingwan stood beside her, the two of them radiating the unmistakable aura of a married couple.

“We’re free this afternoon—let’s go check out some houses.” Zhou Ying jingled her car keys at them. “I’ve booked a realtor. Want to take a look?”

House hunting?!

Rong Qing had long grown tired of staying in hotels. Though the suite was quiet and spacious, she always felt it wasn’t as comfortable as home. The moment Zhou Ying mentioned house hunting, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

She turned to look at Mu Lingwan—only to find Mu Lingwan already gazing back at her.

“Let’s go.” Mu Lingwan stepped forward, ruffling Rong Qing’s hair with a smile. “If we’re late and someone else snatches it, don’t come crying to me.”

Rong Qing covered her head and hurried after her, fussing with her hair. “Don’t mess with my hair—it was just styled!”

Mu Lingwan said nothing, reaching out to tousle it again, making Rong Qing want to hit her in frustration.

Zhou Ying drove to pick up the realtor, then followed their recommendations to visit three properties for an on-site inspection.

The agent hadn’t taken a good look at the two women in the car, but upon getting out, he realized they were Mu Lingwan and Rong Qing. He immediately asked for autographs, feeling certain this deal would go through.

The first property was a spacious flat Rong Qing liked—over 500 square meters with a private elevator. The living and dining areas were bright and roomy, with ensuite bathrooms in both the master and secondary bedrooms. There were several guest rooms too, though the walk-in closet was surprisingly small, even smaller than hotel wardrobes.

The second was a large villa—three floors above ground and three below, designed in Chinese garden style. The top floor boasted a sunlit garden, while outside lay expansive lawns with artificial hills and ponds. It somewhat resembled Mu Lingwan’s previous home, though much more remote.

The third option was a duplex penthouse spanning over 600 square meters across two levels, located atop a downtown commercial center. With numerous spacious rooms, 24/7 concierge service, and facial recognition security, it was exceptionally safe—though parking proved challenging.

“All three properties have their merits,” the agent said, handing the materials to Mu Lingwan. “I’d recommend the duplex—its central location offers great convenience. The parking can get crowded since nearby businesses also use the garage, but residents have designated spots that outsiders generally don’t occupy.”

Mu Lingwan glanced through before passing them to Rong Qing, tilting her head to ask, “What do you think?”

Rong Qing frowned at the other two floor plans, whispering, “I’m getting decision paralysis—they all seem good. What should we do?”

Mu Lingwan pointed to the first option. “This one seemed decent when we viewed it.”

“But the closet’s too small,” Rong Qing hesitated. “You’ve got so many clothes—they’d never fit.” Mu Lingwan’s previous walk-in had covered half a floor, packed with racks upon racks of dresses—some purchased, some designer gifts, plus preserved costumes from past film projects. To Rong Qing, a tiny closet defeated the purpose entirely.

“That leaves the villa or the penthouse,” the agent smiled.

“The villa’s too isolated,” Rong Qing blinked at Mu Lingwan. “No food delivery, underdeveloped area—big but inconvenient.”

Mu Lingwan arched an eyebrow, amused. “Planning quite far ahead, aren’t we?”

Flustered by the implication, Rong Qing quickly excused herself to explore upstairs. As the pair ascended, the agent sidled up to Zhou Ying. “Ms. Zhou, are they house-hunting for… wedding plans?”

Zhou Ying beamed, pressing a finger to her lips. “That’s confidential.”

The agent nodded with an understanding “OK” gesture.

Upstairs, Rong Qing found the duplex’s two levels airy and bright, with an open mezzanine design flooding the space with light. The lower floor housed living, dining, kitchen, study and two guest rooms, while the entire upper level was devoted to a single lavish master suite.

There were two doors—the first one led directly into the master bedroom. Inside, a simple small desk paired with a bookshelf behind it gave the space a cozy study-like feel. Further in was a bathroom, and the remaining area had been partitioned with wooden dividers to create a walk-in closet.

It was clear the designer had originally intended for two bedrooms, but the inner room remained unfurnished. It turned out to be just the right size for Mu Lingwan and Rong Qing’s shared wardrobe.

“Actually, this place is quite nice,” Mu Lingwan remarked, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window as she gazed at the river view outside. She turned to Rong Qing. “Waking up to the sunrise every morning—wouldn’t that be beautiful?”

“You like it?” Rong Qing walked over to the window and looked down at the bustling streets below, her eyes widening slightly. “The cars look like tiny ants from up here.”

Mu Lingwan chuckled at the adorable comparison. Just as she was about to reply, Zhou Ying called her from downstairs.

Stepping out into the hallway, Mu Lingwan arched a brow at the sight of Zhou Ying and the real estate agent preparing to leave.

“I’m going down to check out the parking space,” Zhou Ying said from the entryway. “You and Xiao Qing wait here. I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

Resting a hand on the glass railing, Mu Lingwan nodded in acknowledgment.

Once Zhou Ying had left, Mu Lingwan returned inside to find Rong Qing wandering leisurely around the apartment, inspecting every nook and cranny. She had already made her way to the small study area.

“We could put a little desk here,” Rong Qing mused, glancing back at Mu Lingwan. “Right by the window—perfect for watching the street and sipping coffee.”

Mu Lingwan approached, taking Rong Qing’s hand and looking down at her. “You seem really taken with this place?”

“Mm, it’s alright,” Rong Qing replied, leaning against the desk. “I like any place, really. It’s more about what you think—after all, you’re the one living here.”

Mu Lingwan corrected her softly, “We’re the ones living here.”

The words sent a flutter through Rong Qing’s heart, and she quickly averted her gaze back to the river outside.

The sun had begun its descent, casting a golden shimmer across the water, almost dazzling to the eyes.

Mu Lingwan stepped closer, bracing her hands on the edge of the desk as she leaned in—only for Rong Qing to press a hand over her lips.

Bathed in the golden light, Rong Qing’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, like ripened apples. Her bright eyes met Mu Lingwan’s as she whispered, “The others are still here.”

Gently pulling Rong Qing’s hand away, Mu Lingwan murmured, “They’re not. They went down to check the parking lot.”

Rong Qing’s gaze wavered, but she didn’t raise her hand again.

It was silent consent—an unspoken permission.

Mu Lingwan understood perfectly. She lowered her head, capturing Rong Qing’s lips in a kiss. Rong Qing tilted her chin up, her lower back pressed against the desk as she kissed the woman before her.

The teasing flick of a tongue left Rong Qing tingling, a mix of nerves and shyness making her grip Mu Lingwan’s sleeve tightly—only for her hand to be caught and held.

The warm glow of the sunset bathed them both in heat. Mu Lingwan deepened the kiss, one hand steadying Rong Qing’s waist, drawing a soft whimper from her. A light smack to Mu Lingwan’s shoulder did nothing to deter her—instead, she lifted Rong Qing onto the desk and kissed her without restraint.

Rong Qing’s lips went numb, her tongue thoroughly teased. She couldn’t fathom why Mu Lingwan was so obsessed with kissing her.

Ever since that day on the mountain when she’d agreed to be with her, Mu Lingwan had found endless ways to pin her down and kiss her senseless.

Rong Qing sighed.

Rong Qing fretted.

Rong Qing felt her mouth go numb, she really wanted to cry.

Finally, Mu Lingwan felt it was enough and released Rong Qing’s tongue. Looking at the person sitting on the table desperately wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she chuckled and lifted Rong Qing’s chin, examining the bite marks she’d just left.

Rong Qing glared at her, but her reddened eyes held no intimidation whatsoever—instead, they carried a hint of reluctant allure.

So adorable.

Too bad they couldn’t do it right here on the spot.

Mu Lingwan had already decided—whether the parking situation below was satisfactory or not, she would buy this place. Then she’d thoroughly ravish Rong Qing on this very table, making her bathe in golden sunlight just like today, crying and begging for mercy.

Rong Qing felt a chill down her spine from the look in Mu Lingwan’s eyes and asked warily, “What are you thinking about?”

Mu Lingwan arched an eyebrow but remained silent.

Rong Qing immediately panicked, “Are you thinking about something dirty?!”

Mu Lingwan laughed, pressing her thumb against Rong Qing’s lips before leaning down to kiss her again.

She wouldn’t tell her just yet.

She’d wait until they were actually doing it to make her cry.

Terrified, Rong Qing jumped off the table and went to find Zhou Ying for help. Just as she went downstairs, she ran into Zhou Ying and the real estate agent entering together, chatting and laughing harmoniously.

Zhou Ying saw Rong Qing coming down and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” Only then did she notice Rong Qing’s swollen red lips. She blinked slowly before raising her head.

At that moment, Mu Lingwan happened to emerge from the bedroom, lazily resting her hands on the railing as she asked, “Finished checking the parking? How is it?”

What could Zhou Ying say? She could only discuss the parking situation.

“The parking lot… the parking lot is quite good,” Zhou Ying said, glancing at the agent who nodded in agreement: “Yes, residents here have designated parking areas. There are 24-hour security patrols and surveillance cameras everywhere—very safe.”

“Ah, yes yes yes,” Zhou Ying kept stealing glances at Rong Qing’s lips, desperately trying to control her gaze as she said to Mu Lingwan, “It’s much better than I imagined.”

“Alright then,” Mu Lingwan decided, “We’ll take this one.”

Zhou Ying turned to the agent, “We’ll take this unit.”

Completely oblivious to the atmosphere, the agent was thrilled at closing the deal and eagerly pulled out contracts from her bag: “Are you renting or buying? I can handle all the paperwork for you.”

“Buying,” Mu Lingwan said. “You handle the specific procedures. Rong Qing and I will head back first.”

Rong Qing shuddered.

Zhou Ying gave Rong Qing a sympathetic look but still handed over the car keys: “Alright, drive safely on your way back. I’ll come find you after I finish up here.”

Mu Lingwan came down to get the keys and left with Rong Qing.

Watching them descend, the agent clicked her tongue and said to Zhou Ying, “Ms. Zhou, they don’t seem to get along very well, do they?”

Zhou Ying said flatly, “Don’t pry into young couples’ affairs.”

“Got it. Shall we sign the contract now? Whose name should we put as the owner?”

“Both of them.”

“Great!”

On the drive back to the hotel, Rong Qing kept staring intently at the scenery outside the car window, her neck stiff from refusing to turn and look at Mu Lingwan. She was terrified that if their eyes met, Mu Lingwan might take her right there in the car.

After all, she’d done it before.

The thought was frightening.

Mu Lingwan drove calmly, only turning to grip Rong Qing’s chin at a red light, forcing her to face her.

“You’ve been staring so hard you might bore holes through the glass. How much longer are you going to keep this up? Hmm? Not going to look at me?” Mu Lingwan asked.

“What’s so good about looking at you? I see you day and night, sometimes even in my dreams. I’m sick of it,” Rong Qing tightly gripped her seatbelt and said.

Mu Lingwan looked at her with amusement, leaning closer to ask, “Oh? You dream about me at night?”

Rong Qing’s face flushed red. “No! You’re making things up!”

“You just said you see me day and night, even in your dreams,” Mu Lingwan replied, her eyes curving into crescents. “Doesn’t that mean you dream about me?”

Rong Qing felt there was no reasoning with this person. Seeing the traffic light about to turn green, she hurriedly said, “Drive! I want to go back to the hotel, no more lessons!”

Mu Lingwan turned back, released the handbrake, and steered the car, saying, “We’re not going back to the hotel just yet.”

Rong Qing: “?”

Mu Lingwan said, “I’m taking you somewhere else.”

Rong Qing: “!!!”

She didn’t want to go!!!