The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 4

Lu Qiyue finally couldn’t hold back anymore and, just like Ruan Xingchen, wrapped her arms tightly around the person in front of her.

She hadn’t forgotten why she came, but let her be reckless just this once.

Feeling Ruan Xingchen’s warmth for real, Lu Qiyue’s heart filled with satisfaction.

Ruan Xingchen had heard Lu Qiyue say words like this before, but this was the first time in six years that she had spoken them.

Ruan Xingchen loved hearing Lu Qiyue’s sweet words because every time she did, it made her heart burn—and then… she just wanted to kiss her.

And that’s exactly what Ruan Xingchen did. She let go of Lu Qiyue’s hands, then cupped her face. Her breathtakingly beautiful face hadn’t changed much in six years; if anything, it was even more captivating.

Tears still clung to Lu Qiyue’s cheeks. Six years ago, Ruan Xingchen had been afraid of seeing her cry, because whenever Lu Qiyue did, her heart ached. After all this time, that habit hadn’t changed.

Gently wiping away the tears, Ruan Xingchen couldn’t resist anymore. A kiss full of longing softly landed on Lu Qiyue’s tender lips.

Lu Qiyue shivered, instinctively trying to pull away.

They were in a café, and there were definitely more people around than just them. The thought that Ruan Xingchen had already been slandered just for posting a single Weibo post made her panic—if anyone caught a video of them kissing and uploaded it online, the trolls would say even worse things about Ruan Xingchen.

No, this couldn’t happen.

She couldn’t let Ruan Xingchen get hurt because of her.

Tears that Ruan Xingchen had just wiped away started falling again. Lu Qiyue shook her head, desperately trying to move away.

“Ruan Xingchen… let… let go of me,” Lu Qiyue’s voice cracked with tears, barely holding together.

“I won’t.”

Those words were like a spark that instantly ignited a fire in Ruan Xingchen’s heart. The gentle kiss suddenly turned forceful. Her hands moved from cupping Lu Qiyue’s face to holding the back of her head, leaving no room for Lu Qiyue to escape.

Without hesitation, Ruan Xingchen deepened the kiss, almost punishing her, making it hard for Lu Qiyue to breathe.

Only after she had vented enough did Ruan Xingchen let go and stop.

Looking at Lu Qiyue’s face flushed red from the kiss, Ruan Xingchen licked her lips, tempted to continue.

But it was their first meeting after six years. Ruan Xingchen told herself to be patient—not to scare her away.

“Let’s sit first.” Ruan Xingchen pulled the puppet-like Lu Qiyue to the number ten booth and sat down, then pushed a cup of untouched coffee in front of her.

“Cappuccino, your favorite. I guess your taste hasn’t changed.”

Lu Qiyue looked at the coffee with moist eyes. Ruan Xingchen was right—she still loved cappuccino. She hadn’t expected Ruan Xingchen to remember such a small detail after six years.

But the more she thought about it, the more Lu Qiyue felt she couldn’t ruin Ruan Xingchen’s future because of herself.

She was the sun, meant to shine brightly. She couldn’t be the dark cloud that covered that light.

Lu Qiyue pressed her lips tightly and finally decided to speak.

“That Weibo post… you should delete it.”

“I saw all the nasty comments under it, those terrible insults…”

“So you felt sorry for me?!” Ruan Xingchen cut her off, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. It was clear Lu Qiyue’s words pleased her.

Lu Qiyue whispered back, “…I didn’t.”

Of course, she felt sorry. That was the person she loved—how could she bear to see her insulted like that?

Hearing Lu Qiyue deny it, Ruan Xingchen didn’t argue, just raised her brow and asked, “Oh? Then what do you mean?”

Lu Qiyue pressed her lips tighter, struggling inside.

She knew what she was about to say would upset Ruan Xingchen, but she had no choice.

“Ruan Xingchen.”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“The Weibo post… please just delete it.” Lu Qiyue looked down, her voice growing smaller.

She didn’t dare meet Ruan Xingchen’s eyes. She was afraid of seeing disappointment there—more afraid of seeing the scared, timid version of herself reflected back.

Seeing Lu Qiyue bury her head like an ostrich, Ruan Xingchen sighed.

“After six years, is that all you want to say to me?”

Lu Qiyue lowered her head, wanting to cry. She didn’t want to say that—she wanted to tell her how much she missed her, how much she wanted her, how she wanted to ask if the things on Weibo were true. Did she really still love her? She wanted to say she loved her too, just like before… but those harsh words under the posts kept flashing in her mind like a curse.

She couldn’t ignore them.

Ruan Xingchen sighed again, stood up, and sat next to Lu Qiyue. She reached out and lifted Lu Qiyue’s chin, forcing her to look at her.

“Lu Qiyue, look at me.”

Her voice was mature and magnetic, carrying a charm that drew people in deeper.

Lu Qiyue raised her head and finally met Ruan Xingchen’s deep, captivating eyes.

“Lu Qiyue, once the bow is drawn, there’s no turning back. You know me—I absolutely won’t delete that Weibo post. In fact, I’ll post the same kind of things every day from now on, until you agree to get back together with me.” Ruan Xingchen’s voice was firm and determined, full of resolve and a bit of mischief.

Lu Qiyue’s eyes widened. “You… you’re threatening me?”

She remembered Ruan Xingchen wasn’t like this before. Had she changed in the entertainment industry… gotten worse?

Ruan Xingchen wasn’t buying that excuse, so Lu Qiyue tried another.

“Well… actually, I’m seeing someone now. Your Weibo posts would just cause trouble and affect my relationship with her…”

“No, they won’t.” Ruan Xingchen answered firmly again. She looked at Lu Qiyue and said, “I know who your partner is, so my posts won’t affect your relationship with her.”

Lu Qiyue was genuinely stunned.

She knew who her partner was? How did she know and she didn’t?

Seeing the hint of a smile in Ruan Xingchen’s eyes, Lu Qiyue thought of an impossible possibility and blurted out, “You’ve been to my place?!”

Ruan Xingchen didn’t deny it. She took a sip of Lu Qiyue’s coffee, which was a little too sweet.

Unlike Lu Qiyue, who liked sweet drinks, Ruan Xingchen preferred her coffee black and bitter—because she had tasted bitterness, she could save all the sweetness just for Lu Qiyue.

But today, she thought trying sweet once in a while wasn’t so bad.

“I’ve been there. The password hasn’t changed, the decor is the same, and on the bedside table… is still our first photo together. So if I show up in your place this often, I must be your partner.” Ruan Xingchen said it so convincingly, leaving no room for Lu Qiyue to argue.