The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 8

Lu Qiyue looked up at Ruan Xingchen in a daze, her star-filled eyes now brimming with deep affection and determination.

She was telling her that she wouldn’t give up.

Lu Qiyue felt both moved and bitter.

How she wished she could recklessly respond to Ruan Xingchen’s feelings.

But wasn’t true love about wanting the best for the other person? Once associated with her, Ruan Xingchen would inevitably face all kinds of trouble and criticism. In the end, they just weren’t suited for each other.

As time passed, the hopeful anticipation in Ruan Xingchen’s heart gradually cooled. She lowered her gaze—disappointment was inevitable, but hadn’t she already prepared herself for a long battle?

After all, the person she loved was a coward.

Her lips curling back into a smile, Ruan Xingchen picked up a portion of each dish on the table and placed them in Lu Qiyue’s bowl. “Try them all. Eat more of what you like and leave what you don’t. I’ll try to make more time to cook for you in the future, so eventually, every dish I make will be to your taste.”

If she couldn’t win her heart yet, she’d start by winning over her stomach.

Lu Qiyue silently finished the food in her bowl. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t tasted Ruan Xingchen’s cooking in six years, but by the time she realized she was uncomfortably full, she had nearly cleared the entire table.

As for Ruan Xingchen, she had only eaten half a bowl of rice and barely touched the dishes.

Blushing furiously, Lu Qiyue hastily stood up. “I… I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.”

Just as Ruan Xingchen was about to agree, her phone on the table dinged—a message from Song Yang.

‘Chen-jie, can you leave soon? If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss the 11 p.m. flight.’

Ruan Xingchen was busy. Though her popularity had dipped slightly after publicly admitting she liked women, brands still sought her out.

Regretfully glancing at Lu Qiyue’s busy figure, she truly wanted to taste the love-filled dinner Lu Qiyue would make for her.

“No need, I have to go.”

As she spoke, Ruan Xingchen walked over to Lu Qiyue and pulled her into a tight embrace without hesitation. Her lips brushed against the skin near Lu Qiyue’s ear, causing the woman in her arms to shiver slightly. “Yueyue, I hope the next time we meet, you won’t reject me again.”

Lu Qiyue opened her mouth, about to say something, but Ruan Xingchen had already let go.

The sudden loss of warmth left Lu Qiyue feeling hollow inside. This was only their first meeting after six years, yet she was already craving her embrace.

Scolding herself inwardly for being so weak, Lu Qiyue forced herself to look up calmly and offered, “Let me walk you out.”

Meeting Ruan Xingchen’s pleasantly surprised gaze, she quickly added an excuse: “Consider it… my thanks for cooking for me.”

“And the groceries—how much do I owe you? I’ll transfer the money.”

Lu Qiyue’s only thought was not to owe Ruan Xingchen anything. But when Ruan Xingchen held out her WeChat QR code, she belatedly realized her words might have been an indirect way of asking for her contact information.

Ruan Xingchen was already pursuing her so fiercely—wasn’t she just giving her false hope? Thinking this, Lu Qiyue quickly put her phone away. “I don’t have any money in my account right now. I’ll give you cash instead.”

Lu Qiyue was about to go back to her bedroom to get it when she remembered she didn’t have the habit of using cash—there probably wasn’t a single cent in the house.

“Perfect, there’s an ATM downstairs. I’ll go withdraw some.” With that, Lu Qiyue put on her shoes and walked ahead of Ruan Xingchen.

Ruan Xingchen, who hadn’t managed to get Lu Qiyue’s WeChat: “…Oh well, can’t rush things too much.”

Downstairs, Song Yang leaned against the car, idly scrolling through her phone.

Sister Chen still hadn’t replied to her WeChat message. She was considering whether to call, as any more delay would make them miss their flight.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly heard footsteps. Looking up, Song Yang spotted her boss, Sister Chen, and the girl beside her.

Song Yang’s eyes lit up, and she quickly jogged over.

“Hello, sister-in-law!” Song Yang very politely greeted Lu Qiyue directly.

Lu Qiyue was stunned by the address, her face burning. “I… I’m not… I’m not…”

“This is my assistant, Song Yang,” Ruan Xingchen cut in, introducing her while giving Song Yang an approving look.

As expected of an assistant who had been with her for six years—sharp as ever. Definitely deserved a big red envelope as a reward.

“By the way, she helped buy the groceries and paid for them. If you insist on paying her back, you can do so directly,” Ruan Xingchen said.

This way, Song Yang could add Yueyue on WeChat—and if Song Yang got it, wasn’t that the same as her getting it?

Song Yang, however, felt a little embarrassed hearing that Lu Qiyue wanted to pay her back for the groceries and was about to refuse. “It’s really not much money, no need—”

“Yes, absolutely necessary,” Ruan Xingchen decisively cut her off, exasperated. “Do you think money comes easy to you? Have you forgotten about your car and mortgage payments?”

This girl—just praised her for being sharp, and now her brain’s full of water?

If Song Yang still couldn’t pick up on Ruan Xingchen’s meaning now, she really had no business being here. She nodded vigorously. “Right, right, I’m really short on cash right now. Good thing Sister Chen reminded me.”

She then took out her phone and pulled up her WeChat QR code for Lu Qiyue. “Sister-in-law, why don’t you add me first, then transfer the money?”

Lu Qiyue’s mind buzzed from being called “sister-in-law” repeatedly, and she instinctively followed Song Yang’s instructions, scanning the code and adding her.

Song Yang accepted instantly, but before she could say anything, Ruan Xingchen grabbed her by the collar. “Hurry up, we’re going to miss our flight.”

Getting into the car, closing the door, and shoving Song Yang into the seat beside her—Ruan Xingchen executed the entire sequence smoothly. Only when the car started moving, putting more and more distance between them and Lu Qiyue, did she finally relax.

Turning to Song Yang, Ruan Xingchen smirked encouragingly. “You did great just now. As a reward, I’ll buy you a new phone when we land.”

Without waiting for a response, she snatched Song Yang’s phone, opened Lu Qiyue’s WeChat Moments, and started scrolling.

Watching this, Song Yang suddenly understood.

So that’s it—there was no way her boss would care about a couple hundred bucks. She just wanted to get sister-in-law’s WeChat.

“Sister Chen, you didn’t manage to add sister-in-law?” Song Yang feigned confusion.

The moment the words left her mouth, she was met with an icy glare and immediately straightened up.

However, Song Yang thought of a problem. “Chen Jie, do I need to register a new WeChat account?”

After all, her current WeChat was going to be ‘privately used’ by Chen Jie.

“Mm.” Ruan Xingchen continued scrolling through her Moments without looking up. Every time she came across Lu Qiyue’s photos, her gaze instantly softened with tenderness.

It was an expression Song Yang had never seen on Ruan Xingchen before—the unmistakable stench of love!!!

Ding dong—Song Yang’s phone chimed.

Leaning over to look, Song Yang exclaimed happily, “Chen Jie, it’s Brother-in-law!”

Ruan Xingchen gave a noncommittal hum and opened the chat window.

Lu Qiyue was asking Song Yang about the cost of groceries.

“Chen Jie, should I reply?” Song Yang asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she answered her own question. “Chen Jie, I think we shouldn’t reply. If we do, Brother-in-law will definitely send the money right away, and then he might even delete me. Let’s just… pretend I’ve been busy the whole time.”

Hmm, what a clever little assistant she was!