The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 1

Lu Qiyue was jolted awake by her best friend Ji Yuchen’s relentless phone calls. Groggily pressing the phone to her ear, she was met with her friend’s ecstatic screams.

“Ahhhhh, Yueyue! Can you believe it? My idol Xing actually knows how to dance?! And not just dance—she moves with such breathtaking coolness! I swear, I’m about to get completely gay for my own idol!”

Her friend’s idol was Ruan Xingchen, an actress who had won Best Actress with her debut performance and later collected three golden statuettes—also… her ex-girlfriend.

The drowsiness instantly vanished from Lu Qiyue’s mind at the familiar name.

Ruan Xingchen… was dancing?

Lu Qiyue’s heart gave a violent lurch.

In the six years since their breakup, she’d never heard any news about Ruan Xingchen dancing—as if she’d buried all their sweet memories together.

Her friend’s excited chatter continued through the phone, but Lu Qiyue couldn’t process a single word.

No one understood Ruan Xingchen’s magnetic charm when dancing better than she did.

“Yuchen, I need to get ready for work or I’ll be late,” Lu Qiyue lied before hanging up, immediately logging into Weibo with a secondary account.

Every post containing the keywords “Ruan Xingchen” and “dancing” was marked with a trending fire emoji.

She clicked the top trending post and found the viral video her friend had mentioned.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed play.

On screen, Ruan Xingchen wore brown cargo pants and a simple white bunny-print shirt, her face mostly hidden beneath a black baseball cap.

Biting her lip, Lu Qiyue’s eyes filled with complex emotions at the outfit.

That entire ensemble had been the first gift she’d bought Ruan Xingchen with her part-time earnings.

She’d kept it all these years?

What did it mean that Ruan Xingchen chose to dance in these clothes after six years?

Was this… her way of saying goodbye to their past?

The possibility sent panic coursing through Lu Qiyue’s veins.

Even after six years apart, the thought of Ruan Xingchen forgetting her hurt just as sharply as their breakup had.

She closed the video abruptly—desperate to see Ruan Xingchen dance yet terrified of hearing words she couldn’t bear at the video’s conclusion.

The entire day passed in a daze. Lu Qiyue made repeated mistakes during dance class and left work early.

Normally she’d go straight home after work, too exhausted for anything but rest. Tonight, she couldn’t face being alone.

She needed alcohol.

Maybe drunkenness could purge Ruan Xingchen from her thoughts.

At KS Bar, Lu Qiyue slumped over the table after her fourth beer, fingers swiping across her phone until landing on the dial screen.

Staring at the memorized number, she hesitated repeatedly before pressing call.

A bitter smile twisted her lips. What would it matter if she called? After all these years, Ruan Xingchen must have changed numbers.

And what right did she have to reach out anyway?

She’d been the one to end things.

“But why didn’t you object? Xingchen, why didn’t you say anything?” Lu Qiyue murmured softly before tilting her head back to finish another bottle of beer.

…

Presidential Suite, Tianyue Hotel, City C.

Ruan Xingchen lounged lazily on the sofa in loose black silk pajamas, her slender fingers massaging her temples to alleviate the hangover headache.

Beside her, manager Sister Zhang frowned deeper as she scrolled through the aftermath of her artist’s dance video posted the previous night on her tablet.

“Xingchen, the online reaction isn’t good. They’re all saying you took the male lead in this dance because you like women?”

How absurd. Her artist was straight as an arrow.

These netizens’ imaginations were running way too wild!

“Sigh, I’ll have to assign someone to watch you 24/7, especially when it comes to alcohol. You can’t touch another drop, or you’ll land me in even bigger trouble…”

“Sister Zhang…” Ruan Xingchen interrupted the lecture, raising her eyes with an apologetic tone. “Actually, the netizens guessed right.”

“The person I like… is indeed a woman.”

Sister Zhang froze as if struck by lightning.

Had she heard correctly? Her artist… liked women?

Really liked women?

Her uncertain eyes searched Ruan Xingchen’s face, and upon seeing the firm nod, she staggered, nearly losing her balance.

After a long silence, Sister Zhang finally regained her composure. “Little ancestor,” she asked hoarsely, voice trembling slightly, “what else are you hiding from me? Could you give me some warning next time?”

After six years working together, she hadn’t known Ruan Xingchen liked women—or even that she could dance.

She realized she’d wronged the netizens. Their imaginations weren’t too wild—they’d been downright clairvoyant.

Ruan Xingchen wasn’t surprised by the reaction. Taking Sister Zhang’s words at face value, she dropped another bombshell without hesitation.

“Alright, there’s something I should tell you. I plan to win her back—by any means necessary. So things more outrageous than last night might become regular occurrences.”

There was more?

Sister Zhang: “…Just kill me now.”

Her headache now surpassed Ruan Xingchen’s hangover.

Glaring at Ruan Xingchen with a look that could flay flesh, Sister Zhang finally sighed in resignation. “Fine, fine. Guess I owe you from a past life.”

Sister Zhang—full name Zhang Ye—had been a rookie agent when Ruan Xingchen debuted, her career going nowhere. It was Ruan who gave her the breakthrough opportunity, and later used her connections to secure medical treatment and funds when Zhang’s father was critically ill, saving him.

To Zhang Ye, Ruan Xingchen was both mentor and savior. She’d sworn then to dedicate her career solely to Ruan, using all her resources to help achieve Ruan’s dreams.

These six years had been immensely successful—Ruan won three Best Actress awards, becoming legendary, while Zhang rose from obscurity to become a top agent companies fought over.

Though unprepared for this development, somewhere deep inside, Zhang Ye felt an unexpected flicker of joy.

It turned out Ruan Xingchen wasn’t the emotionless robot she had imagined him to be.

“Name, workplace, home address—you must tell me everything about that girl without holding anything back. For every future transgression of yours, I need to make some advance arrangements.” Having accepted reality, Zhang Ye regained her efficient demeanor and gathered all relevant information from Ruan Xingchen, striving to ensure it wouldn’t affect her artist’s glorious future—though admittedly, that seemed somewhat impossible.

Seeing Sister Zhang’s serious expression, Ruan Xingchen felt a warm current flow through her heart and cooperated: “Lu Qiyue, from City C, currently works as a dance instructor at YR Street Dance in City C. Unmarried, and no girlfriend.”

After speaking, Ruan Xingchen picked up her phone from the coffee table, opened the photos, and handed it to Zhang Ye—showing a picture of Lu Qiyue she had unintentionally taken two days ago.

“Here, this is her. Pretty, isn’t she?!”