The Paranoid Film Queen Doesn’t Want to Remarry - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
“Yan Muyu, let’s get a divorce.”
Xu Weishuang’s voice was calm and rational, coming out of nowhere without warning, catching Yan Muyu completely off guard.
She looked at Xu Weishuang’s expressionless face, and only after a long pause did the emotions in her eyes begin to shift.
First surprise, then disbelief, followed by a sorrow that Xu Weishuang couldn’t quite understand.
In the end, it all settled into calm, leaving behind only that familiar, gentle smile.
Yan Muyu gave a faint smile, tilted her head slightly, and teased that Xu Weishuang had learned how to joke.
“I’m serious. I want a divorce,” Xu Weishuang repeated.
Regardless of whether Yan Muyu believed her or was just pretending, Xu Weishuang looked her in the eye and stated it again clearly.
This time, it was Yan Muyu who looked away.
Her amber eyes seemed to have lost their light, hidden beneath her long lashes.
She finally accepted it. When she looked up again, the tenderness in her eyes was gone.
“Why?” Yan Muyu asked. After a long silence, she added, “Because of Xu Xia?”
Naturally, she thought of the recent rumors circulating about her and Xu Xia.
She had already asked her agent, Shi Yan, to deal with it, but the negative buzz persisted.
She remembered the time over two months ago when Xu Weishuang had hung up on her — a rare moment of Xu Weishuang expressing real anger.
She hadn’t understood why back then, just assumed Xu Weishuang had grown tired of her, and didn’t want to keep forcing herself on someone who didn’t care.
Yan Muyu had always thought Xu Weishuang didn’t care about such gossip. She had even asked directly and received a clear answer.
But aside from Xu Xia, she couldn’t think of any other reason for Xu Weishuang to suddenly bring up divorce.
If it really was because of those rumors about Xu Xia…
The thought made her abruptly raise her head, her eyes reigniting with light.
“Is it because of Xu Xia? Those rumors?” Yan Muyu pressed.
Her voice rose slightly, but it wasn’t abrupt. She tried her best to keep herself composed, to appear completely unfazed.
Xu Weishuang nodded—then shook her head.
Under Yan Muyu’s gaze, she finally spoke: “Yes and no. Whatever happened between you and Xu Xia, I’ve already made my decision.”
Maybe it started because of Xu Xia, but even before she asked Yan Muyu about it, Xu Weishuang had already begun looking into divorce and was mentally prepared to leave.
Whether the rumors were true or not didn’t really matter.
Xu Xia’s presence simply made her start thinking about the possibility of leaving Yan Muyu.
She believed it wouldn’t affect either of them too much — after all, there had never been any love between them from the start.
“Do you remember how we met?” Xu Weishuang asked.
She didn’t wait for Yan Muyu to answer. She just looked into her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
Like snow melting, like a clean, delicate flower blooming in the world.
So beautiful. So pure. So heartless.
“I remember.” Yan Muyu suddenly lost all strength. She braced herself on the edge of the sofa as if that was the only thing keeping her upright.
Xu Weishuang’s words made her understand — this wasn’t about jealousy over Xu Xia. She wasn’t upset because she had feelings for her.
It was simply time.
Time to leave.
Just like their marriage vows back then — mutually beneficial, either party could end it at any time. Neither of them would fall in love.
Yan Muyu laughed softly, her voice low. She was proud to the core and wouldn’t allow herself to appear weak in front of Xu Weishuang. She held back the trembling in her voice, and her laugh sounded just like usual.
As if divorce meant nothing to her.
Just like these six years — she had always been like this in front of Xu Weishuang.
…
Xu Weishuang remembered it clearly — and so did Yan Muyu.
That night six years ago. The night they met.
Xu Weishuang didn’t even remember how she had ended up at the bar. After being abandoned by that person, she had been drifting in a haze.
She wasn’t a drinker, but for days, alcohol had been her only relief.
Her clean, sorrowful appearance attracted too much attention. She drank a lot. People came to talk to her, but she rejected them all. Some just waited in the shadows for her to pass out.
Yan Muyu had noticed her early on — the sadness and fragility in her eyes stirred something dark inside.
Yan Muyu had been under pressure from her family. Now, seeing someone so defenseless and easily broken, she, like the others around her, felt the darkness rising.
More people surrounded the girl, and finally, Yan Muyu got up and walked over. She sat beside the girl, studying her closely.
She recognized her — Xu Weishuang, a new actress who had recently become popular.
Normally, Yan Muyu wouldn’t care about minor celebrities, but she had once glimpsed a scene of Xu Weishuang performing, and her raw talent and screen presence had left an impression.
She hadn’t expected to see her like this — drunk and vulnerable in a bar.
As Yan Muyu approached, Xu Weishuang seemed to sense it. Even drunk, she was still wary, casting a guarded and cold glance her way.
Seeing that alertness, the darkness in Yan Muyu’s heart was suppressed.
This girl wasn’t her prey.
Since she wasn’t what she was looking for, she should’ve walked away. But something made her stay. She took off her glasses, revealing her face completely.
Anyone in the industry would recognize her.
“Are you alone?” Yan Muyu softened her tone, her gaze warm and affectionate.
Xu Weishuang blinked, recognizing her. She was a little dazed from drinking, but still cautious.
She had come alone, but she said, “My friend went to the restroom.”
She was too green. Yan Muyu could tell it was a lie immediately.
She didn’t call her out. Instead, she tapped her finger on the table, glancing around at those lurking in the shadows.
“Then maybe you should go home with your friend,” Yan Muyu said. She felt like she was meddling unnecessarily, but she had already said it, and didn’t plan to push further.
She thought the girl would ignore her, or refuse like she had with others. But unexpectedly, the girl stared at her for a moment, then nodded and said, “Okay.”
Her eyes were dazed, full of sadness. Her pale face was flushed with alcohol. She lowered her head slightly, in a surprisingly obedient gesture.
The gesture seemed a bit like she was seeking approval — an instinctual action, done so many times that it had become habit.
Yan Muyu paused.
“Thank you,” Xu Weishuang said, then got up and paid the bill.
She really was drunk, but still remembered to stay alert. Her body, though, was barely able to hold on.
Yan Muyu reached out to steady her. Since she had already stepped in, she figured she might as well go a little further.
Those around them were still watching.
Yan Muyu understood — they were no different from her. But tonight, she didn’t want to hunt this little beast that had strayed into a pack of wolves.
She wouldn’t hunt — and since she had shown her face, no one else could, either.
She helped Xu Weishuang out of the bar. The night wind seemed to sober her a bit.
“Thank you,” she said again.
Yan Muyu lowered her gaze and smiled.
The clean little creature was not only cautious — she was smart.
What a shame.
If only she were a little more naïve, a little more foolish, a little less sensitive — she might’ve been irresistible.
“Go on. Be safe,” Yan Muyu said gently. Her eyes curved softly, filled with affection, like she was looking at a precious treasure.
That was her style — people would get lost in her eyes. Even the tear mole at the corner of her eye became mesmerizing.
Xu Weishuang stared into those alluring eyes, into that tear mole that looked about to bloom like a flower, and suddenly stood still.
Her chaotic thoughts seemed to stir again.
She lifted her head slightly, didn’t respond, didn’t say a word. Just stood there, completely defenseless, like she was ready to be hurt.
Yan Muyu slowed her breath. The dark thoughts returned.
She suddenly grabbed the girl’s wrist and leaned closer.
So close that all her breath fell on the girl’s lips.
Then her lips landed there too.
It was just a light kiss. She pulled back immediately.
The soft sweetness left her slightly annoyed. She had clearly seen Xu Weishuang’s sensitivity earlier and had restrained herself — but now she couldn’t help but test her.
What if… the little beast wanted it?
She rubbed her temples, feeling like she had held herself back too long. Now, faced with this “porcelain jewel,” she couldn’t resist.
But she was good at restraint. That moment was the only slip.
She immediately put on another mask.
She looked flustered, apologetic, softened her tone, lowered her posture: “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
She stepped back, looking like she’d done something terribly wrong. Her eyes reddened, and she apologized over and over: “I’m sorry.”
Even the tear mole at her eye now glowed a dazzling red.
But Xu Weishuang didn’t blame her — didn’t even seem to mind. She was just startled, sobered up slightly.
Sober now, her gaze became clearer. After the surprise faded, she looked up at the apologetic Yan Muyu — those light brown, amber-like eyes full of clarity and affection.
Then, as if by instinct, she grabbed Yan Muyu’s wrist.
She looked deeply at her, and in the chill of the night wind, she found her voice:
“…Kiss me again.”