The Paranoid Film Queen Doesn’t Want to Remarry - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
When she heard Yan Muyu’s words, Xu Weishuang recalled the last time she had been treated the same way on the sofa…
It had been when Yan Muyu was provoked during an interview by a small-time actress deliberately trying to ride on her negative publicity.
Although Yan Muyu presented herself as poised and graceful on the show, Xu Weishuang knew she wasn’t truly mild-tempered.
Yet, Yan Muyu rarely brought her work emotions home to Xu Weishuang. It was only that time when Xu Weishuang had called her.
Most of their meetings involved this kind of intimacy.
Yan Muyu had tied Xu Weishuang up on the sofa—right where she was sitting now.
Her hands and feet bound behind her, she knelt and endured the strange sensations flooding her body.
Yan Muyu merely sat to the side, watching. Watching the thin sweat gather on Xu Weishuang’s forehead, watching her cool, aloof face flush with color.
“Is Xiaoshuang trying to comfort me?”
Yan Muyu looked on with admiration at Xu Weishuang trembling, her lips tightly bitten. Her gentle tone could be mistaken for sweet nothings.
Xu Weishuang shook her head, then nodded. Her body felt unbearable.
Her legs couldn’t straighten, and kneeling on the soft sofa left her with no stable point of support. A floating, uncontrollable feeling made her instinctively uneasy.
Hearing Yan Muyu’s words, Xu Weishuang instinctively reflected. She didn’t know whether she had called Yan Muyu back because she knew Yan Muyu was upset, or if it was her body acting on desire.
But everything had started with her.
When Yan Muyu entered the house, she had gone up to kiss her—delivering herself into Yan Muyu’s hands under her startled gaze.
Xu Weishuang felt as if a fire was burning inside her, hoping Yan Muyu would extinguish it—yet also wishing it would burn even more fiercely.
And Yan Muyu caught her.
Everything was as Xu Weishuang had wanted—and more than she had imagined.
She forgot that it had been one of her rare moments of initiative. She didn’t know how much the yearning on her face pleased Yan Muyu.
Yan Muyu had her kneel on the sofa, begging again and again. Xu Weishuang bit her lip, struggling to speak those shameful words.
She did well—her obedient appearance greatly pleased Yan Muyu and stirred her darker urges.
And so she was made to repeatedly endure the feeling of being dragged to the heights, only to plummet suddenly into the depths.
She didn’t know how many times she endured it. In the end, her throat uncontrollably let out sobs, her reason long gone.
She saw Yan Muyu still sitting a short distance away, a charming smile on her lips.
Those soft eyes remained, full of deep emotion, as gentle as flowing water.
Xu Weishuang liked those eyes. She could no longer control the sounds she made, or her body’s cravings.
Yet she stubbornly lifted her head to look at Yan Muyu, watching her smile, meeting her gaze.
What happened afterward was a blur. Due to prolonged exposure, she caught a chill and developed a high fever.
When she woke up, Yan Muyu had already left. Only the doctor and the housekeeper were caring for her.
At this moment, Xu Weishuang looked back on that night. What she remembered wasn’t the pain of being sick—it was Yan Muyu’s gentle eyes.
So different from now.
She felt disappointed.
She closed her eyes, feeling Yan Muyu press close to her. Hot lips brushed hers, stealing her breath, and her body responded instinctively.
But her heart suddenly lost all interest.
Still, she didn’t resist—letting Yan Muyu grasp her throat, allowing her body to express raw pain.
“One hour.”
Xu Weishuang didn’t understand what Yan Muyu meant by that, until the smart doorbell of the villa rang—an hour later—and Yan Muyu mentioned it again.
“Already an hour?” Yan Muyu murmured into Xu Weishuang’s neck, calming the heat in her body.
She held Xu Weishuang tightly, regretfully saying, “Such a pity, Xiaoshuang. That’s all for today.”
Xu Weishuang stared blankly ahead, not really registering Yan Muyu’s words.
She felt awful.
She had been exhausted from a day of photo shoots and hadn’t eaten much. Her body had no strength left. Then, to be tormented like this after getting home—she felt dazed and dizzy.
Yan Muyu carried her to the bedroom, cleaned the marks from her body, gently reminded her of a few things, and then left.
The door closed softly, and the room quickly returned to silence.
Xu Weishuang was very tired and closed her eyes.
But sleep didn’t come. Her exhausted mind refused to let her rest.
So late at night—who could be visiting?
What did Yan Muyu mean by “one hour”?
These questions suddenly surfaced in Xu Weishuang’s mind, pushing her drowsiness away.
She struggled to rise from the bed. Her whole body felt lightheaded from hunger and nausea.
She slowly walked to the bedroom window. Opening the curtain, she could clearly see outside.
The villa’s front gate was open. A blue sports car was parked at the entrance. The engine was still running—ready to leave again soon.
Xu Weishuang lowered her eyes to the car. She recognized the vehicles of Yan Muyu’s agent and assistant—it wasn’t either of theirs.
Then she found it strange—why didn’t Yan Muyu just say if she had to leave?
The answer came quickly.
The car door opened, and someone stepped out from the driver’s seat, walking toward the villa—just as Yan Muyu exited from the front garden.
She watched as the woman intimately took Yan Muyu’s arm, and Yan Muyu did not push her away.
Xu Weishuang recognized the woman—from online videos she had searched before.
Xu Xia, Yan Muyu’s latest favored body double.
Xu Weishuang tilted her head slightly, expressionless, watching the two of them walk toward the car.
Then Xu Xia suddenly looked in her direction—probably noticing the small desk lamp still glowing in Xu Weishuang’s room.
Xu Weishuang stood at the window, her back to the room’s warm yellow light.
Xu Xia must have seen her silhouette and didn’t even try to avoid it. Instead, she nodded toward her.
From this distance, Xu Weishuang couldn’t see her expression, but that nod felt like a provocation.
Her gaze didn’t change at all. She watched them get into the car and leave.
She felt even more tired.
Her vision began to blur. Everything spun around her.
Her body grew weaker. She returned to bed, letting herself fall into the soft blankets.
But even this didn’t bring her any comfort. She felt hot and cold at the same time. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she suddenly realized—she had a fever again.
The next day, when the housekeeper came to wake Xu Weishuang for breakfast and got no response, she entered the room and discovered the fever.
Panicking, she called the doctor and then phoned Yan Muyu.
She was still by Xu Weishuang’s bedside when she handed the phone over, saying with concern, “Miss Yan wants to speak to you.”
“Xiaoshuang, are you okay?” came the gentle voice on the other end of the line.
That familiar voice stirred a ripple in her otherwise numb heart. Though weak, Xu Weishuang still reached out to take the phone near her ear.
The housekeeper understood her intention and let go when her fingers touched the phone.
Her throat was sore. The cold phone felt like the chill seeping straight into her bones.
Suddenly, she didn’t want to hear Yan Muyu’s voice anymore. The sound irritated her.
Yan Muyu was still talking. With no reply, her voice turned slightly anxious.
Xu Weishuang didn’t know whether that anxiety was real or fake, but it stirred more frustration in her chest.
After a night of low-grade fever, her mind could no longer function clearly. Nor did she want to deal with any of it.
She simply hung up—regardless of what Yan Muyu might feel.
In the six years of their marriage, Xu Weishuang had never once lost her temper. And this couldn’t even be called anger.
It was just that—standing at the window last night, Xu Weishuang had thought of one thing:
Since Yan Muyu had found a new body double, then their relationship should also come to an end.