Before Going on a Variety Show, the Actress Lost Her Memory - Chapter 24

“Everyone can go back and rest now,” the director announced. “We’ll have a pajama party at 9:30 tonight. Please join us! We’ll depart for Yun City tomorrow morning.”

“Pajama party! This director gets it—they know what we want to see! I can’t wait!”

“My gut tells me the pajamas will be even more conservative than what they’re wearing now. They’re married, for crying out loud! What’s with the comments?”

“Honestly, if it starts at 9:30, how late will it go?”

“Poor Yu Zai.”

“Fans, stop being so dramatic! What’s there to pity? They earn hundreds of thousands in two hours while you waste a few bucks on internet fees. Do they need your sympathy?”

“Seriously, can you guys stop arguing?”

“……”

Yu Wenyu, who had been standing for ages, was exhausted. Hearing she could rest instantly revived her.

Still, she couldn’t understand the point of this pajama party. Maybe it was just for the sake of the visuals?

Xi Xiuyun noticed Yu Wenyu still deep in thought. This isn’t like her at all, she mused, wondering what was on her mind.

Before Yu Wenyu could snap out of her daze, Xi Xiuyun had already taken her hand, leading her toward the dressing room.

Yu Wenyu stared absently at their clasped hands, lost in thought.

Xi Xiuyun turned to find Yu Wenyu daydreaming again and chuckled softly. “I knew cats get sleepy in spring, but I didn’t realize even as late spring approaches, this little cat of yours would still be drowsy.”

Hearing Xi Xiuyun’s teasing voice, Yu Wenyu blushed again. She secretly squeezed Xi Xiuyun’s hand and retorted, “I’m not a cat!”

But you’re acting exactly like one, getting lazy in spring, Xi Xiuyun thought, suppressing a smile. She didn’t want to provoke another playful swat. She continued leading Yu Wenyu forward.

“Who gets it? They’re so cute together!”

“I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought Yu Zai was like a cat, especially a beautiful ragdoll cat! Oi! (pats belly) Meow meow!”

“LOL, what’s with the comments? Watch out, Yu Cat might scratch you!”

The livestream cut off after the guests entered the resting room. The guests needed rest, and so did the viewers.

But the fans had no intention of resting. They swarmed Weibo, seizing every opportunity to gossip and rewatch the most memorable moments.

Meanwhile, Yu Wenyu couldn’t care less about what was trending on Weibo. It was always the same old stuff. Right now, she just felt exhausted.

Seeing Yu Wenyu slumped on the sofa, Xi Xiuyun expertly walked over, lifted Yu Wenyu’s legs, and placed them on her lap. Her slender, well-defined fingers gently massaged Yu Wenyu’s aching calves.

Yu Wenyu had been born prematurely, resulting in a frail constitution from childhood. Fortunately, the wealthy Yu Family had provided constant medical care and nourishment. Combined with her delicate beauty, she had been pampered and cherished by her elders and her sister alike, raised in a life of luxury.

Yet her health remained weaker than average, making her prone to bruising and fatigue. Still, these minor discomforts paled in comparison to the hardships she had endured years earlier, such as the injuries she sustained from wire work during film shoots.

Despite her fragile health, Yu Wenyu possessed remarkable resilience, a trait unknown to her fans and the public. She only revealed her exhaustion to Xi Xiuyun; in public, she maintained a quiet composure, her mind blank.

In her early years, some had criticized Yu Wenyu for her aloof demeanor and perceived “princess-like” behavior. But as she began winning Best Actress awards, the trophies piling up at home, such criticisms gradually faded.

Now a bona fide A-lister, a Triple Crown Best Actress, she could afford to indulge her whims. Even if critics still grumbled, no one paid them any attention.

Seeing Yu Wenyu resting with her eyes closed, Xi Xiuyun didn’t want to disturb her. Instead, she quietly gazed at Yu Wenyu’s profile.

Yu Wenyu was slender, but her cheeks were full, giving her face a slightly chubby appearance from the side. This subtle roundness was usually hidden beneath layers of makeup and overshadowed by her striking features. It only became noticeable when she was still and her eyes were closed, allowing one to see past her captivating peach blossom eyes and notice the slight plumpness of her cheeks.

“I’m not asleep, Sister Xi,” Yu Wenyu suddenly said, her eyes still closed. “Do whatever you want.” The girl, who had been feigning sleep just moments before, spoke up. The intensity of Xi Xiuyun’s gaze was too palpable to ignore.

Xi Xiuyun chuckled softly, her voice alluring, causing Yu Wenyu to blush slightly. Deciding to abandon the pretense of sleep, Yu Wenyu turned to face Xi Xiuyun.

Xi Xiuyun’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, her expression childlike. Yu Wenyu paused, momentarily taken aback. But for some reason, seeing Xi Xiuyun smile made her want to laugh too.

Soon, the two were doubled over on the sofa, laughing uncontrollably for no particular reason. After a while, Yu Wenyu’s laughter subsided, her stomach aching from the exertion. Glaring at the culprit, she lunged at Xi Xiuyun, tickling her relentlessly.

Caught off guard, Xi Xiuyun quickly pinned Yu Wenyu’s flailing hands. Teasingly, she said, “If you keep this up, you’ll be late. Go take a shower.”

“No, you just made my stomach hurt from laughing! Now I’m going to tickle you.”

Yu Wenyu didn’t care. At worst, they could shower together later to save time.

“Stop messing around. You can’t beat me, and if you sign some unfair treaty later, you’ll blame me again.”

Xi Xiuyun knew Yu Wenyu’s personality well: both terrible at games and stubbornly persistent. Despite never winning a single fight or playful scuffle between them over the years, she remained remarkably persistent.

Sensing Xi Xiuyun’s mockery, Yu Wenyu gritted her teeth and declared, “The Yu Wenyu of the past is dead. Now I am Niohuru Yu Wenyu!”

With that, Yu Wenyu reached for Xi Xiuyun again.

Xi Xiuyun understood that their marriage had become too formal over the past few years. Before they were married, their relationship had been full of playful bickering and teasing, so Yu Wenyu inevitably felt stifled.

Now, the atmosphere between them was beginning to revert to that earlier dynamic. Given the choice between three years of formality and seventeen years of playful camaraderie, Yu Wenyu would undoubtedly prefer the latter.

Xi Xiuyun suddenly felt a pang of guilt. For years, she had been trapped in the past, blinded by her own memories and completely oblivious to Yu Wenyu’s growing frustration. She realized she had truly failed as a wife.

Xi Xiuyun bound Yu Wenyu’s hands above her head, then pressed down on Yu Wenyu’s waist with her other hand. Losing her balance, Yu Wenyu fell onto Xi Xiuyun.

Afraid of hurting Xi Xiuyun, Yu Wenyu quickly asked, “Sister Xi, am I hurting you?”

Xi Xiuyun stared motionlessly at Yu Wenyu for a long moment before finally replying, “No.” Then she added, “Wife, I’m sorry for these past years.”

Yu Wenyu hadn’t expected Xi Xiuyun to suddenly bring this up and was momentarily stunned.

When she finally understood what Xi Xiuyun was saying, Yu Wenyu was taken aback. Has Xi Xiuyun remembered?

Yu Wenyu forced a smile, but her lips only twitched slightly before she realized she couldn’t truly smile.

In the end, she could only meet Xi Xiuyun’s gaze, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, “Have you remembered something?”

For some reason, Yu Wenyu suddenly didn’t want Xi Xiuyun to regain her memories.

The Sister Xi who had lost her memories was no longer so distant and reserved, instead showing glimpses of their old familiarity.

The Xi Xiuyun she remembered was mischievous and playful, always teasing her—a far cry from the Best Actress Xi who, though gentle after their marriage, remained restrained and aloof.