The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 24

However, Ruan Xingchen’s beautiful fantasy was ultimately shattered by cruel interruption.

A crisp ringtone suddenly echoed through the room, startling the two who had been lost in their passionate embrace.

Annoyed by the disturbance, Ruan Xingchen reached out with one hand, grabbed the phone, and tossed it aside. In a husky voice, she murmured to the person pressed against her, “Ignore it. Let’s keep going.”

As her lips moved to resume their mischief, the phone—which had just fallen silent after being thrown—rang again.

It stopped briefly after a few rings, only to start up once more.

Ruan Xingchen’s veins bulged on her forehead, her teeth grinding audibly in frustration.

“Goddamn it!”

Lu Qiyue had also been irritated by the untimely call—after all, without it, she and Ruan Xingchen would have already… But seeing Ruan Xingchen like this, her anger melted away, replaced by amusement.

A furious A-Ruan was just too, too, too adorable.

Lu Qiyue leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Ruan Xingchen’s seething lips, coaxing, “Alright, don’t be mad. We can always… pick up where we left off after the call.”

Though her tone was calm, her heart nearly leapt out of her throat.

Had she just… actively invited…? Would A-Ruan think she was some kind of pervert?

Flustered, Lu Qiyue quickly got up and, legs still weak, shuffled toward where Ruan Xingchen had thrown the phone.

Because, as it turned out, the ringing had been from her phone.

She finally found it in a corner—just as it started ringing again.

Glancing at the caller ID, she instinctively looked back at Ruan Xingchen, hesitating over whether to answer.

“Not picking up?” Ruan Xingchen teased as she walked over, deliberately prodding, “Who is it? A secret admirer? No wonder you don’t dare answer in front of me—”

The joke made Lu Qiyue’s heart skip. She hurriedly clarified, “It’s Lin Yuhui.”

Lin Yuhui—the male lead in the engagement banquet Lu Qiyue had orchestrated.

And the lingering thorn in Ruan Xingchen’s heart.

Ruan Xingchen’s mood visibly darkened—no, it had already been foul, but now it plummeted further.

“What does he want?” she snapped, every inch of her radiating displeasure.

“Probably something about my dad.” Afraid Lin Yuhui would keep calling if she didn’t answer, Lu Qiyue hit the accept button.

“Yueyue, you finally picked up! I was worried something had happened to you!” The man’s voice on the other end was a mix of relief and urgency.

“Yuhui-ge, what do you need?” Lu Qiyue just wanted to end the call quickly—especially with Ruan Xingchen glaring at her like she was about to devour her. Who knew what impulsive thing she might do next? Dancing on the edge of a knife was not a risk Lu Qiyue wanted to take.

“I heard Uncle was hospitalized. I’ve been doing alright these years, so I wanted to see if there’s anything I can do to help. Also, my mom and I were planning to visit him later. You’ll… be there, right?” Lin Yuhui’s words started normally, but the last sentence carried an obvious ulterior motive.

No—to Ruan Xingchen, every word from this man reeked of ulterior motives.

He was coveting every woman.

Ruan Xingchen’s expression turned even stormier.

Moreover, she had just managed to calm her down.

Watching Lu Qiyue’s mood gradually sink because of Lin Yuhui’s words, Ruan Xingchen directly took her phone and said, “She’s with me now.”

After hanging up, Ruan Xingchen promptly blocked the man’s number.

Seeing this series of actions, Lu Qiyue’s low spirits lifted considerably.

Yes, her father had kicked her out, but she still had A-Ruan by her side. With A-Ruan there, she wasn’t alone.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Qiyue decided she should explain the arranged engagement she had orchestrated.

“A-Ruan, the engagement banquet six years ago with Yuhui… it was fake. I… deliberately lied to you,” Lu Qiyue confessed, her heart uneasy. She wasn’t sure if Ruan Xingchen would believe her, especially since that very engagement had severed their connection all those years ago.

Back then, Ruan Xingchen had clearly believed it. But would A-Ruan believe her now?

Ruan Xingchen lowered her gaze, her thoughts drifting back to six years ago. After a pause, her voice softly emerged, “I knew.”

“I knew you were lying.”

“You knew?” Lu Qiyue froze, her mind struggling to process this. “Then why… did you walk away?”

So decisively, so resolutely, leaving her heart shattered in that moment.

Ruan Xingchen sighed deeply, lifting her eyes to meet Lu Qiyue’s. Gently cupping her face, she said, “I never doubted our feelings. But I was angry.”

“And hurt. I thought I’d come back to you once I sorted through my emotions—or wait for you to comfort me. But who knew my Yueyue would be so cruel, making me wait six long years without a word.”

Lu Qiyue hadn’t expected this answer. Overwhelmed with remorse for her own cowardice, she could only whisper repeated apologies as tears streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Ruan Xingchen’s heart ached at the sight. She hated seeing Lu Qiyue cry.

Instead of words, she leaned in, capturing Lu Qiyue’s lips in a kiss—soft at first, then deepening gradually. When they finally parted, Ruan Xingchen rested her forehead against Lu Qiyue’s, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

“Yueyue, don’t apologize to me. Never. I don’t like it,” she murmured. “If you truly feel you’ve hurt me… then make it up to me by making me happy instead.”

“Yueyue, let’s get back together, okay?” Her voice was tender, brimming with longing.

Lu Qiyue met Ruan Xingchen’s eyes—those eyes that held galaxies and, always, her.

Ruan Xingchen had never stopped seeing her, even when Lu Qiyue had lost sight of A-Ruan for a while.

Now, gazing back, Lu Qiyue saw her own reflection—and within it, the return of the love she had once misplaced.

Lu Qiyue smiled with relief, tears once again rolling down uncontrollably, more and more, as if she wanted to cry out all the tears left in her lifetime, so that only happiness would remain in the days to come.

“Ah Ruan, I’ve made up my mind.”