The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 27

Ruan Xingchen didn’t refuse and pulled Lu Qiyue and Liu Tingting together for a group photo.

Liu Tingting held the photo of the three of them with satisfaction, grinning as if she’d won millions. Just as the two were about to leave, Liu Tingting suddenly spoke up, “Oh, by the way, Yueyue, our class is having a reunion tomorrow night. I think almost everyone will be there. I heard people wanted to reach out to you, but no one had your contact info. Are you going?”

“I heard Teacher Chen will be there too.”

The words “I’m not going” instantly stuck in Lu Qiyue’s throat when she heard “Teacher Chen.”

“Where is it?” Lu Qiyue asked.

Liu Tingting quickly gave an address. “It’s at six in the evening. I’ll let everyone in the class group know you’re coming too.”

…

Back in the car, Song Yang scrutinized Ruan Xingchen from head to toe, not missing a single strand of hair, and only relaxed after confirming she was truly unharmed.

“Chen-jie, thank goodness you’re okay. Otherwise, Zhang-jie would’ve torn me to pieces.” Song Yang patted her chest in relief, then asked, “Chen-jie, what now… should we head back?”

Ruan Xingchen glanced at Lu Qiyue, who had just agreed to attend the reunion, and said, “Let’s go back to the hotel first.”

Song Yang nodded. “Got it.”

“Teacher Chen… is very important to you?” Ruan Xingchen suddenly asked as the car moved smoothly along.

Lu Qiyue nodded in response.

The next moment, Ruan Xingchen pressed further, “Male or female? What kind of important? You—”

“You’re the most important.” Lu Qiyue chuckled, cutting her off as Ruan Xingchen fired question after question.

Ruan Xingchen’s jealousy was far too obvious. While Lu Qiyue found it sweet, she naturally wouldn’t let her keep stewing.

When it came to soothing Ruan Xingchen, she had plenty of experience.

Sure enough, those four simple words made Ruan Xingchen fall silent, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“Mhm.” Ruan Xingchen responded calmly, then added, “I was just asking casually.”

“By the way, do you want me to come with you to the reunion tomorrow?” Ruan Xingchen stared out the window, feigning nonchalance.

Lu Qiyue thought for a moment and shook her head. “I’ll go alone. If you come along—”

Before she could finish, Ruan Xingchen frowned, displeasure flashing across her face. “Am I that embarrassing?”

“I think I’m decent-looking. I shouldn’t disgrace you if I tag along.”

Lu Qiyue: “…”

Lu Qiyue sighed. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then take me with you.”

Ruan Xingchen couldn’t care less about Lu Qiyue’s reasoning—she was going either way.

Even if Lu Qiyue wasn’t close to these people, they still knew her. How could they not know about Ruan Xingchen and Lu Qiyue’s relationship?

And with this “Teacher Chen,” who was clearly significant to Yueyue, attending the reunion?

How could she not go?

“Chen-jie, I think you’re being a little shameless right now,” Song Yang muttered under her breath.

She’d never known her Chen-jie had this side to her.

But even if it was shameless, it was so satisfying to watch.

Ruan Xingchen narrowed her eyes at Song Yang, who immediately turned her head forward, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

That evening, Ruan Xingchen and Lu Qiyue returned once more to that distinctive room.

The sight of the room instantly put Ruan Xingchen in a foul mood.

What was the point of such a romantic atmosphere if Yueyue wouldn’t even let her touch her?

After some thought, Ruan Xingchen called Song Yang over.

Although Song Yang had already guessed what the room was like, seeing it in person still left her utterly amazed.

Song Yang looked around with great interest, thoroughly fascinated by the space.

“Did Sister Chen and her wife do something unspeakable here last night?” she wondered. Drawn by curiosity, Song Yang sidled up to Ruan Xingchen and asked with a gossipy grin, “Sister Chen, last night… was it amazing?”

Ruan Xingchen smiled at her—a dazzling, radiant smile—and replied, “Want to know?”

Song Yang nodded eagerly. Despite the sudden chill creeping into her heart, her curiosity about Ruan Xingchen and Lu Qiyue’s experience the previous night was overwhelming enough to ignore the warning signals from her instincts.

“Yes! Absolutely!”

“Then you can sleep here tonight. Yueyue and I will take your room.” Without waiting for Song Yang’s response, Ruan Xingchen strode out and slammed the door shut behind her.

Song Yang was stunned.

What just happened? Why did Sister Chen suddenly want to switch rooms with her?

She was just a single dog, after all.

As she surveyed the overwhelmingly intimate atmosphere of the room, Song Yang suddenly felt a pang of regret—like a hero with no battlefield to conquer.

Wait… A lightbulb went off in Song Yang’s head.

She finally understood why Sister Chen had wanted to switch rooms.

Nothing had happened between Sister Chen and her wife last night.

Ah, poor Sister Chen!?!

Meanwhile, the “poor” Ruan Xingchen flopped onto the bay window in Song Yang’s room the moment she entered, her face sulky.

Lu Qiyue found this version of Ruan Xingchen utterly amusing and couldn’t resist snapping a photo with her phone.

Hearing the shutter sound, Ruan Xingchen turned her head just in time to see Lu Qiyue hastily tucking her phone away like a thief caught in the act.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Ruan Xingchen beckoned to her.

“Yueyue, come here.”

The moment Lu Qiyue approached, Ruan Xingchen pulled her into her arms and, without giving her a chance to react, captured her lips in a fierce kiss.

Unlike her usual gentleness, this kiss felt almost like an outburst—intense and relentless, quickly leaving Lu Qiyue flushed and breathless.

“Ah Ruan…” Lu Qiyue pushed weakly against Ruan Xingchen’s chest.

But Ruan Xingchen’s heart softened at Lu Qiyue’s struggle. With a sigh, she loosened her hold.

“Yueyue, I’m sorry… I lost control for a moment.” She pulled Lu Qiyue close again, resting her chin on her shoulder and murmuring, “I’m just… a little unhappy.”

“You have photos of me in your phone, but I don’t have any of you. Our first picture together wasn’t even just the two of us. I only have your phone number—even Song Yang has your WeChat. And here I am, holding my sweet wife in my arms, allowed to kiss but not touch…”

Honestly, was there anyone in the world more pitiful than her?

Listening to Ruan Xingchen’s whining complaints, Lu Qiyue couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Ruan Xingchen’s gaze grew even more aggrieved. “And now you’re laughing at me.”

Lu Qiyue: “I’ll shut up right now. No more laughing.”

Lu Qiyue looked at Ruan Xingchen with amusement, raising her phone and shaking it playfully. “How about we take a selfie first?”

Ruan Xingchen immediately struck her most flattering pose. With a click, their first photo together in six years was captured.

Looking at the picture-perfect pair on the screen, Ruan Xingchen finally smiled.

Seeing her happy, Lu Qiyue felt her own heart lighten. “Want to add me on WeChat? I’ll send you the photo.”

Of course she did. Ruan Xingchen quickly pulled up her WeChat QR code.

Lu Qiyue scanned it, and soon a notification chimed on Ruan Xingchen’s phone—a new friend request.

Without hesitation, she accepted, then pinned Lu Qiyue’s chat to the top of her list, her lips curving upward.

Knowing Lu Qiyue was methodically proving every word she’d just said, Ruan Xingchen set her phone down and gazed at her expectantly. “So, about that last question…”

“Dream on,” Lu Qiyue huffed, shooting her a glare.

She realized that in six years, Ruan Xingchen hadn’t just honed her acting skills—she’d also mastered the art of pushing her luck.

Though slightly disappointed, Ruan Xingchen quickly perked up. At least she finally had Yueyue’s WeChat.

She picked up her phone again, treasuring the moment as she admired the photo.

Watching her, Lu Qiyue felt her heart swell.

Ah Ruan… always making her feel so secure.

“Ah Ruan… why haven’t you changed your phone number all these years?” Lu Qiyue asked curiously.

Ruan Xingchen didn’t even look up. “If I changed it, how would you find me?”

The simple, almost offhand answer struck Lu Qiyue like a bolt. Ah Ruan’s reasoning mirrored her own exactly.

“Ah Ruan…” Her nose tingled, a lump forming in her throat.

She wondered—if not for Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo post, or if she hadn’t reached out first, would they have ever…?

“Ah Ruan, I’m so glad you never gave up,” Lu Qiyue whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Ruan Xingchen chuckled softly, returning the hug. “Neither did you.”

“Your phone number, your home… everything’s just like before.”

“Yueyue, what you should say is, ‘Thank goodness we didn’t give up.'”

Thank goodness they hadn’t—because now they could reunite, and love each other all over again.

Not fond of Lu Qiyue’s somber mood, Ruan Xingchen patted her back and changed the subject. “Yueyue, what should I wear to tomorrow’s class reunion? I didn’t pack much.”

“Miss Ruan, don’t you know you’d look good in anything?” Lu Qiyue teased, though her heart warmed at Ruan Xingchen’s eagerness to impress her friends. “Besides, it’s just a casual gathering. If you dress too fancy, you’ll make everyone else feel underdressed.”

But Ruan Xingchen didn’t see it that way. She retorted, “What if one of your classmates used to have feelings for you? If I don’t outshine everyone, how can I prove you made the right choice by not picking them?”

Her Yueyue was so beautiful—Ruan Xingchen simply refused to believe she’d never had any admirers.

Especially since there was also Lin Yuhui.

Ruan Xingchen had checked six years ago—Lin Yuhui had also been Yueyue’s high school classmate.