The Movie Queen Confesses to Me on Weibo Everyday - Chapter 9

Lu Qiyue’s WeChat message remained unanswered. Remembering Song Yang’s remark about almost missing the flight, she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

Having slept too much during the day, Lu Qiyue found herself wide awake even at midnight.

Her thoughts drifted to Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo. Unable to resist, she took out her phone and opened the app.

Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo hadn’t been updated; the latest post was still that bold confession.

Considering Ruan Xingchen’s claim that the post wasn’t impulsive, Lu Qiyue felt a mix of emotions.

Would Ruan Xingchen post again today? And what would the content be?

Logically, Lu Qiyue knew she shouldn’t anticipate another post—it wouldn’t benefit Ruan Xingchen in any way. Yet, deep down, an undeniable longing stirred within her.

Absentmindedly refreshing Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo, Lu Qiyue remained sleepless.

Fans and media, equally fixated on Ruan Xingchen’s confession, were doing the same.

Some even started betting threads under Ruan Xingchen’s posts, with nearly 90% convinced she’d post again at midnight.

Everyone was dying to know what the next update would reveal.

After all, this was the unrequited love of the acclaimed actress Ruan Xingchen.

Midnight came and went, but Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo remained silent.

“Huh? Did Ruan Xingchen give up?”

“Probably. Unrequited love takes courage.”

“Or maybe the other person said yes? What if her next post announces good news?!”

“Unlikely. Same-s3x relationships? What girl could withstand societal and media pressure? Especially with someone as high-profile as Ruan Xingchen? You’d need nerves of steel to agree.”

“So, will she post today or not?”

…

The object of everyone’s speculation, Ruan Xingchen, finally landed at half past midnight.

As soon as she stepped off the plane, Song Yang handed her the phone. “Xingchen, everyone’s betting on whether you’ll post today. Your Weibo’s buzzing right now.”

“Xingchen, will you post?” Song Yang shared the same curiosity as the netizens.

Logically, her boss had already made her move…

“Yes.” Ruan Xingchen opened her Weibo, quickly composed a post, and hit send.

They say the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach. Lu Qiyue, did you enjoy tonight’s meal? Have I… made your heart flutter even a little?

Accompanying the post were two photos of the dishes she’d prepared at Lu Qiyue’s place—a showcase of her culinary skills.

Lu Qiyue was the first to see the update. Her nose tingled with emotion.

A little? She’d been head over heels for ages.

Ruan Xingchen wasn’t one to vocalize her feelings, yet these three posts laid bare her love for all to see.

She was waiting for a response, even at the cost of her own future.

Understanding Ruan Xingchen’s intentions, Lu Qiyue felt a pang of sorrow. A tear rolled down her cheek, tracing the curve of her face.

Ruan Xingchen, you’re not worth it.

Under Ruan Xingchen’s Weibo post, comments quickly poured in, including supportive messages from her fans.

“Ahhh, my Queen Xingchen can actually cook? The food looks amazing—I wanna try some!”

“Queen Xingchen is so sneaky, taking an unconventional approach.”

“Oh my god, if I could just taste one dish made by Queen Xingchen in this lifetime, I could die happy right now.”

“Lu Qiyue, my Queen has gone this far for you—how can you still not give her any response?”

“What kind of celestial being is Queen Xingchen? So devoted and yet so domestic?”

“Get together already, get together! Lu, stop tormenting my Queen!”

“Lu Qiyue, how can you just ignore Queen Xingchen’s sincerity like this?”

…

Then there were the vicious comments from haters.

“Has Ruan Xingchen been cursed or something? Throwing away her status as an award-winning actress? The other person clearly doesn’t like her, yet she keeps forcing herself on them—how pathetic.”

“Opposites attract—that’s how it’s always been. Ruan Xingchen insists on defying nature—utterly shameless, brain-dead behavior. Unfollowing, unfollowing.”

“Our brand needs a positive, inspiring spokesperson. Ruan Xingchen is just… let’s terminate the contract. We have standards.”

“Our brand feels the same. Who wants a gay celebrity as a spokesperson? Let’s team up, folks.”

“I hope the broadcasting authorities will rein in morally questionable celebrities like Ruan Xingchen. I’m worried she’ll corrupt my kids.”

“I think a certain Ruan should just retire from the entertainment industry.”

…

As she scrolled through the comments, Song Yang glanced worriedly at Ruan Xingchen.

“Queen, these are just trolls, you—” Before she could finish saying “don’t take it to heart,” Ruan Xingchen cut her off.

“Yangyang, do you think I should call Yueyue?” Ruan Xingchen tilted her head and asked.

“Huh?” Song Yang blinked. Seeing Ruan Xingchen’s gloomy expression, she’d assumed the negative comments had upset her. But her Queen was actually agonizing over whether to call her beloved?

Just as Song Yang was about to respond, Ruan Xingchen turned her gaze back to her phone screen and muttered to herself, “Yueyue might not say it, but she’s definitely worried about whether I landed safely. So I should call to reassure her. But will she pick up? Though I won’t know unless I try…”

Song Yang: “…”

“Queen, how about using my WeChat to video-call her instead?” Song Yang suggested. “She still owes me money, so she’ll definitely answer my call.”

Song Yang thought her idea was brilliant—until Ruan Xingchen shot her a glare.

Song Yang was baffled: Was there something wrong with what she’d said?

Ruan Xingchen had been hesitating, but Song Yang’s words spurred her into action. She immediately dialed the number.

Surely she carried more weight in Yueyue’s heart than Song Yang did?

Ruan Xingchen was brimming with confidence—but after ringing for a while, no one answered.

Ruan Xingchen: “…”

Glaring at Song Yang, Ruan Xingchen snatched her phone and used her WeChat to initiate a video call instead.

As if to prove Song Yang right, the call was answered instantly.

Lu Qiyue thought Song Yang’s video call was in response to her WeChat message, but when the camera turned on, it was Ruan Xingchen’s face that appeared.

“What…” Lu Qiyue blinked her reddened eyes, barely getting two words out before Ruan Xingchen interrupted.

“You won’t answer my calls but you’ll pick up Song Yang’s video?” Ruan Xingchen instinctively wanted to demand an explanation, but seeing Lu Qiyue’s teary eyes, his initially harsh tone immediately softened: “Yueyue, do you know this kind of thing makes me jealous?”