After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 28

Since Lu Youqing had been drinking, she couldn’t take any medicine yet. Yan He applied wet towels to her forehead for physical cooling, handed her a thermometer to monitor her temperature, and poured water for her to drink, bustling about without a moment’s rest.

Lu Youqing’s cheeks were flushed with a feverish glow, and her misty eyes followed Yan He’s figure moving back and forth. She felt completely enveloped in happiness and sweetness.

She was so happy. Whether seven years ago or now, Yan He was the person who took care of her with such single-minded devotion. She didn’t even dare to close her eyes, fearing that the scene before her was just a hallucination—that once she woke up, all of this would vanish, and her A-He would leave her again.

Recalling the cooling methods she had asked the doctor about, Yan He worked tirelessly to bring Lu Youqing’s temperature down. Seeing that it finally began to drop slowly, she wiped the sweat from her own brow and let out a long, quiet sigh of relief.

She put the thermometer away, planning to check the temperature again in half an hour. Just as she looked up, her peripheral vision met a pair of eyes peeking out from under the covers.

She froze: “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

Lu Youqing didn’t speak, just stared at her fixedly. The lights were off to avoid irritating Lu Youqing’s eyes, and in her muddled state, Lu Youqing couldn’t quite tell if this was a memory or the present. She was afraid that if she spoke, the Yan He who was taking such gentle care of her would disappear.

When Lu Youqing didn’t answer, Yan He could only walk over and place her hand on Lu Youqing’s forehead. Lu Youqing’s eyelashes trembled, her eyes shimmering with a faint light.

The palm felt warm, but no longer burning. Yan He finally felt at ease. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, the woman grabbed it.

Even though the fever had subsided, Lu Youqing still looked quite frail. Her spirit was low, her expression listless, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with red, like a lotus leaf after the rain. She just watched Yan He, presenting her vulnerability and illness entirely to her.

“What’s wrong?” Yan He couldn’t help but soften her voice, her heart aching for her. She took Lu Youqing’s hand in hers and leaned in closer to ask: “Are you still uncomfortable? Can’t you sleep?”

Her eyes were full of worry, and she didn’t realize how close they were—so close that Lu Youqing’s eyes could hold only her, so close that she could smell the crisp, clean scent of Yan He. Gradually, the air in the room became thick; every breath was a heartbeat.

I love you so much.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…

The darkness made the sound of heartbeats even more prominent. It was impossible to tell whose heart was thumping. In the silent room, only the sound of their breathing remained, growing closer until their rhythms synchronized perfectly, melting into one.

As Lu Youqing’s breathtaking face drew nearer, Yan He felt her breath hitch. Her heart pounded so violently it felt like it would jump out of her chest. Instinctively, she felt the urge to pull away, and the hand holding Lu Youqing’s gave an uncontrollable, slight flinch.

It was a movement almost too small to notice, yet it tore a gaping hole in Lu Youqing’s heart that had been overflowing with sweet love. A cold, fierce wind seemed to howl through, sweeping away all the sweetness and leaving only bitterness behind.

Lu Youqing’s eyes instantly reddened. Her burning heart was suddenly doused. Under the covers, she gripped the bedsheets so hard her knuckles turned white, desperately suppressing her emotions. She used her masterful acting to disguise the pain in her heart, hiding the gloom deep in her eyes.

A-He still couldn’t accept her from the bottom of her heart.

Yan He also realized her body’s abnormal reaction. She felt a surge of frustration; this instinctive movement was so damaging, even though she no longer felt any mental repulsion to the idea.

Yan He didn’t consider that her fear of intimacy might be related to Lu Youqing specifically; she simply thought it was a lingering defense mechanism from her amnesia. Her guilt toward Lu Youqing intensified, weighing heavily on her chest.

Both lost in their own thoughts, the romantic atmosphere quickly dissipated. Yan He snapped back to reality, forced a perfect smile, and squeezed Lu Youqing’s hand.

“Go to sleep. I’ll stay right here with you and won’t go anywhere.”

Lu Youqing nodded weakly: “Mm.” Her voice was so frail it was heart-wrenching.

With those words from Yan He—regardless of whether they were true or not—Lu Youqing’s panic subsided. She obediently closed her eyes, stopped fighting her exhaustion, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Silence settled over the room for a long time. Yan He watched the sky outside turn from dusk to deep night, her own expression hidden in the shadows.

Lu Youqing’s sleep was clearly insecure. If Yan He moved her hand even slightly, Lu Youqing would whimper in distress and furrow her brows. Consequently, Yan He didn’t dare move at all, terrified of waking the woman who had finally found rest.

She thought sitting there just to accompany her would be boring, but she found that she could watch Lu Youqing’s sleeping face for hours without getting tired. After a while, she didn’t even want to blink. Lu Youqing’s face in the dark had a hazy, ethereal beauty.

Sitting on the chair by the bed, Yan He leaned back and looked at their joined hands. She knew her flinch from earlier must have hurt Lu Youqing again. Amnesia was truly a nuisance.

The thought of Lu Youqing being sad because of her made Yan He’s brows droop with guilt. She condemned her own memory loss in her heart and silently vowed to fix this.

Every time she saw Lu Youqing in pain, her heart would throb with uncontrollable sympathy. Yan He knew these were her body’s instinctive feelings—emotions from deep within her soul that served as the truest proof of her love for Lu Youqing before the amnesia.

Even if she had forgotten, the pain didn’t lie. From these small sensations, Yan He could glimpse how deep their love must have been, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope.

If their past relationship was as beautiful as she imagined, then it didn’t matter whether she regained her memory or not.

Yan He bit her lip, gazed at Lu Youqing’s peaceful face, and mouthed a silent “Goodnight.”

Lu Youqing’s movie promotions had ended, and with the high fever she had suffered, Xue Yi ordered her to stay home and rest. She suddenly found herself with plenty of free time and spent a peaceful week at home.

The week was serene, and with Yan He’s company, it was never boring. The woman known as a “workaholic” in the industry actually began to feel lazy about working. Staying with Yan He was so comfortable that even the frustration of not being able to sleep in the same bed was pushed to the back of her mind.

They ate breakfast together, then either went for walks or lounged at home. Lu Youqing would teach Yan He how to cook. In the afternoons, they would stay in the study—she reading scripts, and Yan He reading books. It was a routine they both loved.

The study was large, with shelves lined with a vast array of books. Having lost her memory, Yan He’s understanding of the world was blurred, so she wanted to read over a dozen books a day. As a result, they spent much of their time soaking in the atmosphere of the study.

However, as she looked at the many books, Yan He instinctively felt that her profession might be hidden among them.

“What’s my job?” Yan He asked.

Lu Youqing was sitting on the sofa beside her reading a script. Hearing this, she propped her chin on her hand and looked over with a fox-like smile. Her fever was long gone, and despite Yan He’s blushing, she wore a camisole nightgown that exposed a fair amount of her skin.

“Does A-He want to know?” She didn’t answer directly, but beckoned Yan He with a finger, her eyes filled with charm. “I can tell you, but you have to promise me one thing.”

Yan He didn’t even have to think to know that the “one thing” was sleeping in the same bed, so she turned back without a second thought. Her gaze scanned the bookshelves, and a realization began to dawn on her.

“My job… does it have something to do with photography?”

Lu Youqing raised an eyebrow: “How did A-He know?”

Yan He pointed to the shelves: “There are so many books about photography here. You’re an actor, so you shouldn’t need to read these. They must be mine.”

Lu Youqing’s lips curved: “A-He guessed right.” She closed her script and set it aside. In her peripheral vision, Yan He caught a glimpse of a blurred date at the bottom of the script.

“A-He is indeed a photographer,” Lu Youqing said. “But you haven’t picked up the job in a long time.”

Yan He was stunned. She was just about to ask why there wasn’t any photography equipment in the house if she was a photographer. It turned out she hadn’t worked in a long time.

For some reason, hearing Lu Youqing mention this made Yan He’s heart throb with pain—like a sharp needle prick that was intense but faded quickly.

“Why? Then what do I do for work? Surely I’m not unemployed?”

Lu Youqing was amused by her questions and couldn’t help but laugh behind her hand. She reached out to pull Yan He closer, making their proximity more intimate. “Of course not.”

“You became my assistant. You’ve been staying with me all the time,” she said softly, a smile still on her lips.

“Assistant?” Yan He frowned in confusion. “But… isn’t your assistant Lin Le?”

Lu Youqing: “That came later. Before Lin Le, it was always you by my side.”

Yan He still didn’t understand: “Why would I be your assistant?”

Although her amnesia meant she didn’t know much, she had seen many comments on her phone saying that if lovers work together, conflicts are inevitable, and it can harm the relationship.

Lu Youqing: “I don’t know. At the time, A-He told me she didn’t want to be a photographer anymore. But I think there was another reason.”

Yan He: “What?”

A smile played on Lu Youqing’s lips. She didn’t answer immediately, but instead used her fingertip to lightly trace circles on Yan He’s chest. Sensing Yan He stiffen, she spoke softly.

“Perhaps it was because A-He couldn’t bear to be apart from me.”

Yan He’s heart trembled. Her chest, already numb from Lu Youqing’s touch, began to pound wildly. She turned her head away and said firmly:

“That’s definitely not the reason.”

“A-He is so stubborn. I think that’s exactly the reason.” Lu Youqing let go, but before she could say more, the phone beside her buzzed. She glanced at it but didn’t pick it up.

“Why the sudden question? Does A-He want to start working again?”

Lu Youqing was also curious about why Yan He had suddenly decided to quit photography. Yan He had fought several massive battles with Yan Suy弈 over this career. Later, Ms. Yan had gone abroad simply to avoid the headache. Logically, A-He should have loved the job, but after she said she was quitting, she truly never picked up those cameras again.

But if Yan He really started working again… Lu Youqing’s eyes narrowed, a deep darkness hidden within them. She didn’t like the idea.

Yan He thought for a moment and nodded: “My injuries are mostly healed. I should start working.”

Furthermore, since she had zero memories of anything, she felt it was perfectly fine to start learning from scratch. She didn’t want to stay at home all day.

“Besides, I’m currently…”

The phone on the table buzzed again with a long vibration. Yan He’s words were interrupted as her gaze fell on the device.

Lu Youqing frowned, her expression showing the irritation of being interrupted. She reached out, took the phone, and answered the call.