The Paranoid Film Queen Doesn’t Want to Remarry - Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Xu Weishuang didn’t know how Yan Muyu and Liu Yuebai had run into each other. Maybe it was by coincidence, or maybe someone had been waiting deliberately. A million possibilities swirled through her mind.
The two of them walking side by side and smiling made Xu Weishuang uncomfortable.
She didn’t want to face Liu Yuebai, and she didn’t want to face Yan Muyu either—not now.
“Xiao Shuang, what are you doing here? Didn’t find the car?” Yan Muyu walked over and asked, not immediately noticing anything wrong.
She looked around, frowning: “Where’s your assistant?”
Xu Weishuang still said nothing. She raised her eyes to Yan Muyu, her gaze icy cold, void of any warmth.
Now Yan Muyu noticed something was off. Ignoring Liu Yuebai’s presence, she moved closer, gently lifted Xu Weishuang’s chin, and smiled with narrowed eyes:
“What’s wrong, Xiao Shuang?”
Her voice had a commanding undertone. Normally, that tone was enough to make Xu Weishuang yield—but not today.
Xu Weishuang continued to stare at her, breathing slowly, as if making a decision.
Yan Muyu’s lashes fluttered as she stepped even closer, her touch more intimate than before.
Behind them, Liu Yuebai lowered her eyes and cleared her throat lightly.
She had only run into Yan Muyu by chance and had hoped to use the opportunity to talk with Xu Weishuang. But now clearly wasn’t the time. So she simply said goodbye and walked away.
Yan Muyu, unaware of what had caused Xu Weishuang’s shift, pulled her aside toward a corner. She looked around, took note of where the surveillance cameras were, then pulled Xu Weishuang behind a parked car—out of view.
“What’s wrong, Xiao Shuang? Can you tell me?” Yan Muyu lowered her voice, soft and sweet, though tinged with a possessive control, as she touched her affectionately.
Xu Weishuang understood what Yan Muyu was trying to do. For a brief second, her body instinctively softened at the touch—but the fire inside her heart only burned hotter.
The colder her expression, the more agitation stirred beneath it. When she got out of the car, she thought Yan Muyu would comfort her as always—but upon seeing her, the fire only raged stronger.
She didn’t even know why she was this upset. All she knew was that everything—from Yan Muyu’s touch to her soothing smile—felt unbearable.
She didn’t want to say anything to her. She just wanted to leave.
“I want to leave,” Xu Weishuang thought—and so she acted.
She looked straight at Yan Muyu and spoke coldly from her heart:
“I want to leave here.”
Yan Muyu didn’t understand what she was making a fuss about. She stared at her for a while, then sighed and gave in. “Alright, I’ll take you back.”
She reached out to pull Xu Weishuang by the wrist.
But Xu Weishuang resisted her.
Her silence and cold defiance made her all the more unreadable.
Before Yan Muyu could say anything more, Xu Weishuang finally opened her mouth:
“I don’t want to be with you.”
Her words were so direct, even if Yan Muyu wanted to pretend she meant something else—she couldn’t.
Yan Muyu inhaled deeply, clearly trying to keep calm. Finally, she asked:
“Why?”
Why, indeed?
Even Xu Weishuang didn’t know.
But the thought of seeing Yan Muyu right now made her chest tighten. Even the forced smile on Yan Muyu’s face stirred a faint disgust.
She didn’t want to explain anything. She shook off Yan Muyu’s hand, her entire being rejecting her.
That movement made Yan Muyu pause.
She replayed everything that had happened today and couldn’t figure out what had triggered this.
Then a single thought occurred to her—Xu Weishuang had changed after one person appeared: Liu Yuebai.
Emotion flickered in Yan Muyu’s eyes, then vanished. Her smile deepened. She reached out again, touching Xu Weishuang with forced intimacy—regardless of whether she was welcomed.
“Do you know the consequences of being willful, Xiao Shuang?” Yan Muyu’s smile turned dangerous, no longer gentle. A veiled threat laced her words.
She didn’t hide her anger this time. She wanted Xu Weishuang to see it.
Xu Weishuang’s breath deepened—a physiological response from years of being trained by Yan Muyu. It was instinctive, not emotional.
“Be good.”
Yan Muyu hugged her, breathing against her ear. Her warm breath and familiar scent wrapped around Xu Weishuang.
But she didn’t surrender. Her body trembled slightly from the teasing—but the fire in her heart remained.
Why wouldn’t it go out?
Xu Weishuang didn’t know.
When Yan Muyu bit her earlobe, pain spread through her nerves inch by inch. Still, she didn’t waver.
“I’ll go back on my own.” Xu Weishuang pushed Yan Muyu away for the first time—with a blank face.
She had rejected intimacy. She had refused to submit.
She saw the surprise and dark shadow in Yan Muyu’s eyes—but still, there was no relief in her heart.
Only suffocation. The air here, everything around Yan Muyu, made her feel suffocated.
She ran away, then slowed down after a few steps.
She knew there were surveillance cameras everywhere—and Yan Muyu wouldn’t chase her.
Yan Muyu was angry. Her face earlier had clearly shown it.
Xu Weishuang didn’t know why she’d made her angry. But in that moment, she didn’t care.
So she walked alone out of the underground parking garage, ignoring the eyes watching her from behind. She looked up at the street and the people walking past—and finally felt a hint of freedom.
She remembered Xiao Shiyi was still nearby, so she sent a text explaining where she was, then started walking alone toward the hotel.
Despite the recent online buzz, Xu Weishuang wasn’t that famous. No one recognized her on the street.
Her emotions had been out of control all day, and she couldn’t sort them out.
In the end, she blamed it all on seeing Liu Yuebai. That encounter, she thought, had thrown everything into chaos.
After pinning the blame on Liu Yuebai, Xu Weishuang finally felt calm again. She walked into the hotel, stopped at her door, and sent a message to Xiao Shiyi to let her know she was safe—then opened the door.
The room lights were on—someone was inside.
Xu Weishuang had been staying here all along. It was a double room meant for couples, originally arranged for her and Yan Muyu.
No one outside knew they were in the process of divorcing. Their manager, Shi Yan, wouldn’t allow any leaks during the show. So for the sake of appearances, they stayed together during filming.
Xu Weishuang had accepted that arrangement. After entering, she quietly closed the door and walked slowly over to Yan Muyu.
Yan Muyu was at the dressing table doing her skincare routine, lounging in pajamas. Her expression was relaxed.
She didn’t look at Xu Weishuang at all.
She had clearly heard the door—and knew she had arrived—but ignored her completely.
Xu Weishuang had calmed down by now. She walked over, knelt beside Yan Muyu, and leaned her head on her thigh.
She looked just as obedient as before. Yan Muyu paused for a moment, but didn’t push her away.
Yan Muyu set down her cream, finally turned her head, and sighed.
“Are you ready to talk now?”
Her voice was gentle. Her eyes were warm, though filled with suppressed emotion. She looked down at Xu Weishuang, waiting for a reply.
“I don’t know,” Xu Weishuang said.
She was a little surprised. She’d expected punishment for disobeying. That might’ve been easier—if she could feel pain, maybe today’s chaos would fade like it used to.
But Yan Muyu was calm. She wanted answers.
Xu Weishuang nuzzled her thigh, hoping to drop the subject. But Yan Muyu didn’t let it go.
“Liu Yuebai.”
The name cut through the air. There was no evading it.
Xu Weishuang frowned. She, too, had blamed everything on Liu Yuebai—but deep down, she knew it wasn’t just that.
Still, she hadn’t sorted it out herself. How could she explain it to Yan Muyu?
But then again—what did it matter?
Their relationship wasn’t one for honest conversations.
They both had closed-off pasts. She had Liu Yuebai, and Yan Muyu had Si Yu.
“Are you angry?” Xu Weishuang asked—trying to change the subject.
Yan Muyu, of course, wasn’t angry. At least not because of Liu Yuebai.
But she heard the deflection in Xu Weishuang’s question, and in that instant—it was as if countless knives pierced her heart. A sharp, aching pain spread through her body.
Still, she smiled. She lowered her eyes and whispered something she didn’t mean:
“You shouldn’t defy me.”
“Are you going to punish me?” Xu Weishuang looked up at her, unafraid.
“Yes.” Yan Muyu gazed at her cold expression and finally gave in.
Following Xu Weishuang’s words meant she’d lost the chance to continue the earlier conversation. She knew it—but had no choice.
She had already tried to reach her. Xu Weishuang didn’t want to speak of it at all. If she kept pressing, things would only get worse.
Yan Muyu suppressed all her emotions. Her gaze turned dark and unreadable.
She slid her fingers into Xu Weishuang’s mouth. The latter obediently took them in. The warmth of her mouth surrounded them, thick with intimacy.
But Yan Muyu still felt cold—from deep within her chest, the cold crept outward.
She controlled her breath, kept her expression neutral, just like always.
Her fingers went deeper—nearly down Xu Weishuang’s throat. The discomfort was immediate.
But punishment wasn’t meant to be pleasant.
Especially not one she asked for.
So Xu Weishuang opened her mouth and forced herself to take it.
Maybe, she thought, if she endured this, she could forget everything that happened today.
She knelt before Yan Muyu, head tilted back, swallowing her invading fingers. The pressure in her throat made her miserable—but she clung tightly to Yan Muyu’s pant leg, more eager than ever.
Yan Muyu gazes down on Xu Weishuang with hidden pain—but she can’t say the words Xu wants to hear.
Xu Weishuang has never loved her, nor cared for her.
Yan Muyu suddenly kisses the corner of Xu Weishuang’s eye, and Xu’s eyelids flutter shut. In moments like this, Yan Muyu always covers Xu’s eyes—she never wants to see a trace of love in them.
Her heated breath scatters across Xu’s face. Usually, she masters intimacy with Xu perfectly—controlling her, reading her desires, watching her submission. But tonight it’s different.
An aching sting rises in her throat—because she realizes Xu’s coldness isn’t real; it’s because someone else is off-limits, someone Yan can’t touch: Liu Yuebai.
Her kiss travels down Xu’s neck. Bitter frustration leaks onto Xu’s snowy skin, but Yan restrains herself—leaving no marks beyond what clothes hide.
She can’t lose herself, even in anguish. She binds Xu into an uncomfortable posture, meting out torment, pain…and pleasure.
Every move is calculated, precise. Xu feels nothing unusual. Even when Yan pushes her to kneel and cry at the window—a staged punishment—it’s still controlled.
Finally, Yan lowers her gaze. Xu collapses at her feet, unconscious. Trembling, Yan gathers her into a tight embrace.
It’s the first time Yan doesn’t feel pleasure from closeness. The more Xu pleads, submits, the more Yan’s heart shatters.
What more must Xu do to make her stop asking about Liu Yuebai?
Yan presses Xu to her, thinking it will soothe the hurt.
She recalls the first time—losing restraint in someone else’s presence. She grew up in an abusive, oppressive Yān household, punished harshly for every misstep. Her childhood was ruled by a stern grandmother and constant fear. She learned early that obedience meant survival.
She hid her true self beneath a gentle, poised mask. Publicly, she became warm, smiley, charming—but no one ever saw her real hunger.
In the public eye, she embodied an image: tender, filial, loving. None of it was truth. But Xu Weishuang—broken, drifting, willing to be controlled and consumed—that was Yan’s true desire.
She married Xu six years ago, the only time she dared to be selfish. She couldn’t admit Xu was a gift from fate, a fragile refuge in her suffocating life.
Perhaps she had already cracked as a person at fifteen, kneeling in bl00d before her grandmother.
She loved Xu madly, wanted to show her everything—even the rotten parts—yet feared Xu couldn’t bear it, worried Xu might despise the decayed side of her heart.
And Xu doesn’t love her.
So during their six years, Yan dared not draw too close. They kept agreements. Even when divorce was mentioned, it didn’t unnerve her completely—they were enmeshed.
But when Liu Yuebai appeared…When Xu’s gaze flicked toward that tear-shaped mole…Yan panicked. Xu’s need for her could be replaced by someone else.
She couldn’t tell Xu any of this. So she put on her mask and performed again.
Later, she carried Xu to bed, holding her tight—only then could she display her vulnerability.
She is no longer the controlling half—but she refuses to let go.
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New Competition Begins
The show moves to the next round: two-person performances, with one advancing per pair. Groups and scripts were announced two days prior; Xu Weishuang and Xu Xia are now paired.
Xiao Shi Yi mentioned that Xu Weishuang didn’t object—she merely nodded. Xiao Shi Yi noticed tensions between the two previously and expected fireworks.
The producers arranged dynamic pairings to boost drama—including contrast between Xu Weishuang’s ice-cold demeanor and Xu Xia’s youthfulness.
Lo Qin, another celebrity, live-streamed backstage. She pushed in unannounced and found Xu Xia straddling Xu Weishuang in a seductive pose.
Lo Qin whispered in the camera, surprised, and asked what was happening.
Xu Xia simply replied with a sly grin:
“I’m seducing her.”