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

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

“Ahhhh! Yueyue, can you believe it? My idol Xing-jie can actually dance?! And not just dance—she moves with such insane charisma! Ughhh, I think my straightness is crumbling because of her!”

Ji Yuchen’s idol was Ruan Xingchen, an actress who had won Best Leading Actress with her debut performance and later swept three more prestigious awards—a movie queen who also happened to be… Lu Qiyue’s ex-girlfriend.

The moment that familiar name registered, Lu Qiyue’s drowsiness evaporated.

Ruan Xingchen… was dancing?

Her heart lurched violently.

In the six years since their breakup, Lu Qiyue had never once heard about Ruan Xingchen dancing again. It was as if she had locked away all traces of their sweet past together.

Ji Yuchen’s excited rambling continued over the phone, but Lu Qiyue couldn’t process a single word.

No one understood the magnetism of Ruan Xingchen’s dancing better than she did.

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

Every post tagged with “Ruan Xingchen + dancing” bore a trending flame icon.

She clicked the top result—and there it was. The video Ji Yuchen had been raving about.

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 obscured by a black baseball cap.

Lu Qiyue bit her lip, emotions flooding her gaze.

That outfit—she had bought it for Ruan Xingchen with her first paycheck from a part-time job.

She’d kept it all this time?!

After six years, why would Ruan Xingchen wear this exact outfit to dance now?

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

The possibility sent panic clawing through Lu Qiyue’s chest.

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

She shut off the video like it had burned her. She longed to watch Ruan Xingchen move, but feared what words might follow in the clip’s conclusion.

The rest of the day passed in a daze. During dance class, she fumbled repeatedly and left work early.

Normally, she’d head straight home to rest after a long day. But tonight, she couldn’t face an empty apartment.

She needed a drink.

Maybe alcohol could drown out Ruan Xingchen’s ghost in her mind.

At KS Bar, Lu Qiyue slumped over the table after her fourth beer, vision blurring as her thumb hovered over her phone screen—landing finally on the dial pad.

That memorized number taunted her. She hesitated, finger trembling above it.

A bitter smile twisted her lips. What was the point? After all these years… surely Ruan Xingchen had changed her number by now.

Moreover, what right did she even have to contact her?

After all, she was the one who initiated the breakup.

“But why didn’t you object? Xingchen, why didn’t you say no?” Lu Qiyue murmured softly before tilting her head back to finish yet 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 throbbing headache from last night’s hangover.

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

“Xingchen, the online reaction isn’t good. They’re all saying you danced the male lead role because you like women?”

Absurd. Her artist was as straight as they come!

These netizens and their wild imaginations!

“Sigh, I really need 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 her manager’s nagging, lifting her gaze with an apologetic tone. “Actually, the netizens guessed right.”

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

Sister Zhang felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

Had she heard correctly? Her artist… liked women?

Really liked women?!

Her uncertain eyes searched Ruan Xingchen’s face, and when met with a firm nod, Sister Zhang staggered, nearly losing her balance.

It took a long moment for Sister Zhang to recover from the shock. When she finally spoke, her voice carried a hint of tears. “My dear, just how many more secrets are you keeping from me? Could you at least give me a heads-up next time?”

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

She realized she’d wronged the netizens. It wasn’t that their imaginations were too wild—they were practically clairvoyant!

Ruan Xingchen wasn’t surprised by Sister Zhang’s reaction. Seizing the moment, she dropped another bombshell without hesitation.

“Alright, there’s actually something else I need to tell you. I plan to win her back—by any means necessary. So incidents even more outrageous than last night might become frequent occurrences.”

There’s more?!

Sister Zhang: “…Just kill me now.”

Her headache now far surpassed Ruan Xingchen’s hangover pain.

Sister Zhang glared at Ruan Xingchen with a look that could flay someone alive, but it ultimately dissolved into a resigned sigh. “Fine, fine. I suppose I owe you this much.”

Sister Zhang’s full name was Zhang Ye. When Ruan Xingchen debuted, Zhang Ye had been a rookie agent in the company with dim prospects. It was Ruan Xingchen who gave her the chance to fulfill her dreams. And when Zhang Ye’s father was critically ill, it was Ruan Xingchen who used her connections to secure medical treatment and funds, ensuring she didn’t lose a loved one.

To Zhang Ye, Ruan Xingchen wasn’t just her benefactor—she was her savior. That’s why Zhang Ye had vowed to dedicate her career solely to Ruan Xingchen, using every resource to help her achieve her dreams.

These six years had been immensely successful. Ruan Xingchen had won Best Actress three times, becoming a legend, while Zhang Ye rose from an unknown agent to a highly sought-after top manager in the industry.

Though caught off guard by this situation, Zhang Ye found herself feeling inexplicably happy deep down.

So Ruan Xingchen wasn’t the emotionless robot she’d imagined after all.

“Name, workplace, home address—you’ll tell me everything about that girl without holding back. For every reckless move you make from now on, I need to make preparations in advance.” Having accepted reality, Zhang Ye regained her professional demeanor as she gathered information from Ruan Xingchen, determined to protect her artist’s bright future—though admittedly, that might prove difficult.

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

Then Ruan Xingchen picked up her phone from the coffee table, opened her photos, and showed Zhang Ye an accidental snapshot she’d taken of Lu Qiyue two days ago.

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