The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 7

Lu Qiyue instinctively wanted to struggle. She was afraid she would become addicted to Ruan Xingchen’s embrace, but at the same time, an unwillingness welled up in her heart—their last hug had been six years ago.

She had missed Ruan Xingchen’s embrace for six whole years.

Bit by bit, Lu Qiyue’s rationality was chased away by longing. She told herself that letting Ruan Xingchen hold her was for the sake of Ruan Xingchen’s insomnia, to help her sleep well. Once tomorrow came—no, once Ruan Xingchen woke up—she would keep her distance again.

Ruan Xingchen, finally holding Lu Qiyue again, noticed the shift in the woman in her arms and curved her lips into a beautiful smile.

Her Yueyue was still so soft-hearted.

It was worth forcing herself to stay awake for this.

“I really wish I could hold you like this every night when I sleep.”

With the familiar scent in her nose and the person she had missed for six years in her arms, Ruan Xingchen could no longer resist sleep. Her eyelids finally closed completely.

Hearing the slow, steady breathing beside her, Lu Qiyue, who had been tense all this time, finally relaxed. She turned her head to look at the woman beside her and allowed the longing she had been suppressing to surface.

“Ruan Xingchen… I want that too,” Lu Qiyue whispered in response to Ruan Xingchen’s earlier words.

She gazed obsessively at Ruan Xingchen’s face. Six years had passed, and the youthful softness from before was gone. The sharp angles of her features now carried a mature edge—and an utterly lethal allure.

Lu Qiyue couldn’t resist reaching out to touch Ruan Xingchen’s cheek, but she feared moving would wake the woman who had finally fallen asleep. So she withdrew her hand.

Perhaps it was because Ruan Xingchen’s embrace was too warm, but Lu Qiyue, who had been staring intently at her, also closed her eyes at some point without realizing it.

Ruan Xingchen was the first to wake. When she saw Lu Qiyue curled up in her arms, her eyes immediately filled with warmth.

She loved this feeling—waking up to find the person she cherished right beside her.

A glance out the window told her it was already dark. Ruan Xingchen hadn’t expected to sleep an entire day away.

She didn’t want to let go of Lu Qiyue, but her stomach was growling in protest. If she was this hungry, Yueyue must be starving too, right?

With that thought, Ruan Xingchen carefully disentangled herself from Lu Qiyue, got up, and headed to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, she found it nearly empty except for a few lonely bottles of milk. A soft laugh escaped her. Even after six years, this girl still couldn’t cook, huh?

Leaving the kitchen, Ruan Xingchen picked up her phone and sent her assistant, Zhou Yang, her location. Then she typed: “Bring a change of clothes to this address, then go grocery shopping for me.”

After sending the shopping list, she turned off her phone and returned to the kitchen to start cooking rice.

Zhou Yang arrived quickly. Stepping into Lu Qiyue’s home for the first time, she couldn’t help but look around curiously.

“Chen-jie, so this is your… ex-girlfriend’s place?” As Ruan Xingchen’s assistant, she was fully aware of her boss’s schedule for the day. She knew Ruan Xingchen had gone to meet her ex, but she hadn’t expected things to progress so quickly. How had her boss already made it into the woman’s home?!

Zhou Yang looked at Ruan Xingchen with complete admiration in her eyes.

“Yes, it was my home in the past, and of course, it will be in the future too,” Ruan Xingchen nodded slightly, her tone brimming with unwavering confidence.

Zhou Yang: “…”

Sister Chen really isn’t the least bit afraid of being proven wrong.

“By the way, Sister Chen, you had me buy so many groceries… are you planning to cook?” Zhou Yang looked at Ruan Xingchen curiously, her eyes clearly spelling out the words ‘Can you even?’

After all, in the six years Zhou Yang had worked for Ruan Xingchen, she’d never once seen her step into the kitchen.

Of course, with an assistant like her around, there was no need for the boss to lift a finger.

Afraid Ruan Xingchen might whip up some disastrous dish, Zhou Yang rolled up her sleeves and grabbed the groceries, heading toward the kitchen: “Sister Chen, let me handle this.”

Ruan Xingchen decisively waved her off. “No need. You can head back now.”

Getting dismissed just like that? Zhou Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief, unwilling to leave. “Sister Chen, I haven’t even met my future brother-in-law yet. I’m not going.”

Zhou Yang was burning with curiosity. In her eyes, Ruan Xingchen was undoubtedly the most remarkable woman in the world—bar none. Yet someone like her had held a person in her heart for six whole years. Zhou Yang was dying to know just who this Lu Qiyue was.

The term “future brother-in-law” successfully pleased Ruan Xingchen, but nothing was going to interrupt her and Lu Qiyue’s first reunion in six years.

Ruan Xingchen: “There’ll be plenty of chances to meet later.”

Zhou Yang was ultimately shooed away, casting an extremely resentful look at Ruan Xingchen before leaving, but it didn’t soften Ruan Xingchen’s resolve in the slightest.

Lu Qiyue woke up close to nine in the evening.

The space beside her was empty. Lu Qiyue reached out and touched the spot where Ruan Xingchen had lain—it was cold. Ruan Xingchen must have… left a long time ago?

Lu Qiyue froze.

She had assumed that even if Ruan Xingchen woke up, she would stubbornly refuse to leave. She never expected her to depart so decisively.

A pang of disappointment struck Lu Qiyue’s heart, followed by a self-mocking smile curling at her lips.

What was she hoping for? Wasn’t this the outcome she wanted? Lu Qiyue tried to console herself, but her mood refused to lift.

Her growling stomach reminded her of more pressing matters. Lu Qiyue rubbed her belly and decided to find something to eat first.

The moment she pushed the door open, a familiar voice rang out from the living room.

“Awake? You must be hungry. I’ve already made dinner.” Ruan Xingchen’s voice was gentle, so gentle it felt like a dream to Lu Qiyue.

Lu Qiyue stared blankly at Ruan Xingchen, who was sitting on the living room sofa. She… she hadn’t left?

Her heart suddenly fluttered with excitement, but the moment she recalled the online smear campaigns against Ruan Xingchen, rationality snapped back into place. She quickly crushed the budding joy in her chest.

“You’re a big star. Big stars are always busy. You should probably…”

Hearing Lu Qiyue’s dismissive words, the warmth faded from Ruan Xingchen’s face, her eyes darkening. She stood and walked toward Lu Qiyue.

“Do you really not want to see me that much?” Ruan Xingchen stared at Lu Qiyue, a flash of hurt passing through her gaze.

Lu Qiyue saw it, and it ached in her chest. “That’s not…”

Provoked by emotion, Lu Qiyue instinctively wanted to explain, but Ruan Xingchen didn’t give her the chance. He took her hand and led her toward the dining room. “Even if I’m a big celebrity, I’m still human. Humans need to eat—I can’t starve myself to death for work, can I?”

“Whatever it is, we’ll talk after eating.” Pressing Lu Qiyue into a chair, Ruan Xingchen went into the kitchen, fetched bowls, served rice, and placed it before her—his movements so practiced they seemed rehearsed a thousand times.

Lu Qiyue pressed her lips together. Her stomach had been growling with hunger, and surely Ruan Xingchen was just as famished. In the end, she didn’t bring up asking him to leave again.

Fine. As Ruan Xingchen said, they could talk after eating.

Only when her attention settled on the table did she realize it was filled with her favorite dishes. The familiar flavors left no doubt—Ruan Xingchen had cooked them himself.

Noticing her gaze, he chuckled lightly. “It’s been years since I last cooked. Not sure if my skills have slipped. If they have, bear with me—I’ll make time to practice more.”

Lu Qiyue held her bowl, head slightly bowed, her voice so soft she could barely hear it herself. “Don’t.”

Ruan Xingchen, don’t do anything more for her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to keep her composure.

Sitting across from her with his own bowl, Ruan Xingchen watched as Lu Qiyue hesitated to eat. He picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of sweet-and-sour pork ribs on her plate. “Try it. Feel free to critique—I’ll improve.”

Meeting his expectant eyes, her hand moved faster than her thoughts. She took a bite. It was sweet, but her heart only grew heavier.

“Ruan Xingchen, about Weibo…” Afraid she might break down in tears, Lu Qiyue changed the subject.

“Lu Qiyue, I won’t take that post down. It wasn’t a whim—and neither are my feelings for you.”