After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 37

Lu Youqing’s voice was like a hidden treasure deep in the forest, emitting a disorienting, faint fragrance that burrowed relentlessly into Yan He’s ears, piercing her soul. She raised her eyes to look at Lu Youqing.

The depths of Lu Youqing’s eyes were clear, devoid of any impurities, reflecting Yan He’s own image. Ripples shimmered in those depths, like warm water that could contain all things, slowly enveloping her.

Yan He’s heart, once hollow and wind-swept, was suddenly filled with something soft, poking at her most tender spots. As she met Lu Youqing’s gaze, her heart trembled, and she heard the answer from the depths of her soul.

“Okay.”

An unshielded smile blossomed on Lu Youqing’s face. She reached out to cup Yan He’s cheeks, lowered her brows, and slowly leaned in to share a dense, lingering kiss with her.

Without her even realizing when it started, Yan He no longer resisted Lu Youqing’s intimate physical contact; she even felt a faint happiness. Lu Youqing’s position in her heart was becoming increasingly vital. It was undeniable: even after losing her memory, she had uncontrollably fallen in love with Lu Youqing all over again—with her fiancée, her lover.

When the kiss ended, Lu Youqing released her face, her hand sliding down her arm to lock fingers with hers. The air was filled with Lu Youqing’s crisp fragrance; it felt like drinking a cup of mellow wine, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.

They looked at each other, two hearts slowly drawing closer under the moonlight until they melted into one.

The next day, because of an important scene scheduled for the morning, Lu Youqing woke up very early. Yan He tended to be a light sleeper in unfamiliar beds, and the hotel bed was no match for the one at home; she woke up the moment Lu Youqing got out of bed.

“Not going to sleep a bit longer?” Lu Youqing bent down close to her, tucking away a stray hair. Her eyes shimmered like autumn waters.

Yan He sat up, pressing her temples and shaking her head. “I’m already awake.”

Last night, she seemed to have dreamed of a jumble of things again, but upon waking, she had forgotten them all. Her head felt heavy and muddled; it seemed she had only managed to remember a significant amount during that one previous dream.

“Does your head hurt much?” Lu Youqing knit her brows slightly, reaching out to gently massage her temples.

Yan He lowered her hands and looked at her, watching Lu Youqing’s meticulous features. She smiled and caught her hands to stop her. “It doesn’t hurt. Go get ready; don’t you have to head to the set early today?”

Lu Youqing looked at her carefully, seeing no sign that she was just forcing herself to be okay. Only then did she sit back, pick up Yan He’s phone from the table, and unlock it with her own fingerprint—she had recorded it before giving the phone to Yan He at the hospital. Then she turned on her own phone.

Yan He watched curiously as Lu Youqing’s fingers slid across the screen. “What are you doing?”

Lu Youqing put the phone back on the table. “Linking our locations. Wucheng is where we used to live, but you aren’t familiar with it yet. If you go out to take photos, I want to know where you are so I can find you.”

Yan He laughed softly, feeling helpless at Lu Youqing’s nervous habit of treating her like a child who might get lost. At the same time, a surge of sweetness rose in her heart. “Okay, I get it. I won’t run off and make Teacher Lu worry.”

She answered like a child too, her voice laced with a smile.

Teacher Lu?

Lu Youqing raised an eyebrow and leaned in, tapping Yan He’s nose with her finger. Her voice was sexy and husky. “Calling me Teacher Lu?”

“Say it again. Be a good girl.”

Her voice was far too seductive, and their proximity was too close. The scent of Lu Youqing’s shampoo lingered between them—even though they used the same bottle and the scent was identical, on Lu Youqing it felt so ambiguous and romantic. Yan He found herself unable to think; she instinctively and obediently whispered, “Teacher Lu.”

As expected, her submissive reaction made Lu Youqing curve her brows in satisfaction. She turned and pulled something from her bag, handing it to Yan He.

Yan He took it; it was a staff ID.

“This is a staff pass for the crew. With this, you can come to the set to find me,” Lu Youqing explained. Then she looked at Yan He, her eyes filled with a touch of grievance and pleading. “A-He won’t not come to see me, right? Just thinking about not seeing you for a whole day makes my heart ache.”

Yan He: “…I won’t. I’ll come find you.” Her voice was low, but loud enough for Lu Youqing to hear.

Lu Youqing curved her lips in satisfaction and couldn’t help but lean forward to plant a light kiss on her forehead. Lately, Lu Youqing’s actions had become increasingly bold, often kissing her without warning and then laughing secretly at Yan He’s shocked, shy expression.

Yan He had tried to tell her to be more restrained, but every time she did, Lu Youqing would look at her with those clear, beautiful eyes, her brows drooping piteously as she said they used to be like this, asking why it wasn’t allowed now.

Every time, Yan He would find her heart softening, and the cycle would repeat. By now, Yan He had become completely adjusted to it.

It wasn’t until Lu Youqing left for the set that Yan He finally got out of bed to wash up. In the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth, she picked up a hair tie and casually tied back her loose hair. When her gaze fell on the mirror, her sharp, cool face suddenly froze. She leaned closer to the glass, reaching out to touch a spot just above her left temple.

There was a scar there, about two to three centimeters long. It had long since healed, appearing white and matching her skin tone. The scar was well-hidden by her hair; she had never noticed it before while her hair was down.

Yan He touched the scar, the sensation of the tissue reaching her mind. She couldn’t help but frown. Just how serious were her injuries from the accident? How did she even end up with one on her temple?

Just as she was about to lean in for a closer look, the phone beside her buzzed. It was a message from Lin Le.

[Miss Yan, CEO Lu asked me to bring breakfast up for you.] She added a postscript: [Just me alone.]

If she hadn’t added that last part, it would have been fine, but the deliberate clarification made Yan He feel a sudden wave of awkwardness, as if her throat were being constricted. She stopped focusing on the scar, grabbed her phone, and opened the door. Sure enough, only Lin Le was there. She wasn’t just holding breakfast; she was also carrying several bags of clothes.

“CEO Lu said Wucheng is very cold. If you’re going out, you should wear these warm clothes,” Lin Le said concisely.

Perhaps because of yesterday’s awkwardness, neither said much. Yan He took the items and thanked her, and Lin Le left quickly—decisive and efficient, a true professional assistant.

Yan He opened the breakfast; it was all things she liked. She couldn’t help but imagine Lu Youqing on the phone, meticulously ordering what food to buy, and she smiled.

Autumn in Wucheng is cold; once late autumn hits, it’s practically winter. Yan He had to put on the heavy coat Lu Youqing had prepared and wrapped a scarf around her neck.

As she was about to leave, her gaze fell on her backpack. On a whim, she walked over, took out the jade bracelet, and put it on. The jade was icy cold and very noticeable, so she tucked it under her sleeve to keep it warm.

Taking the elevator down, Yan He followed the linked location on her phone and took a car to the Hengdian film studio.

She thought that Lu Youqing linking their locations likely wasn’t just because she wanted to see where Yan He was, but because she wanted Yan He to know where she was so she could be found. Yan He gripped her hands together, her fingers touching the jade on her wrist, a surge of sweetness in her heart.

Hengdian wasn’t far from the hotel. Half an hour later, Yan He stepped out of the car and once again marveled at Wucheng’s weather.

Dense clouds huddled together in the sky, and a wind like a sharpened knife scraped against her face, tossing her hair. Yan He frowned and buried her face in her scarf, pulling out the staff pass Lu Youqing had given her. She hung it around her neck and walked inside.

In her memory, this was her first time on a film set, but her body’s instinctive memory allowed her to recognize people’s roles and jobs faster than her mind could process them. Moving through the crowd was surprisingly smooth.

The staff were busy with their tasks, and no one noticed Yan He’s presence. She made her way to the filming location and saw Lin Le standing not far away.

She was delighted. Lin Le was Lu Youqing’s assistant; where she was, Lu Youqing wouldn’t be far. Yan He walked slowly toward Lin Le, intending to greet her, but she noticed Lin Le was tightly clutching a long black down jacket, her brows knit in worry as she stared ahead.

Yan He followed her gaze, and her own eyes fixed on the scene.

In a large, cleared area nearby, Lu Youqing stood alone, wandering at a crossroad. She wore very light makeup and thin clothing, clutching a cardboard box—a slender, desolate figure standing in the void.

The wind whistled past Yan He’s ears; the cold was biting. Even in her heavy coat, she felt the chill, yet Lu Youqing was wearing what looked like summer clothes. The thin fabric whipped in the wind, looking as if she might be blown over at any second.

Yan He knit her brows, her gaze locked onto Lu Youqing. Just seeing Lu Youqing’s lonely silhouette made her heart feel as though it were being squeezed by a giant hand. Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.

“Cut!” Following the director’s order, Lin Le was about to run over to drape the jacket on Lu Youqing, but before she could move, the jacket was snatched from her hands. It happened so fast she only saw a black blur.

Lin Le: “?”

Lu Youqing quickly detached herself from her character’s emotions. Ignoring the fact that her whole body was shivering from the cold, her mind was full of a review of her performance. She frowned slightly, about to tell the director she wanted to go again, when she was suddenly enveloped in warmth. Unlike before, this time, she caught a faint, familiar fragrance.

Lu Youqing froze. The words she was about to speak were swallowed back down. She looked up, her lashes fluttering like a butterfly landing.

“A-He.” Her voice was still trembling, but it was filled with unshielded joy.

Yan He draped the down jacket over her, using the motion to shield her in her arms. Feeling the slender body in her embrace shivering uncontrollably, Yan He’s eyes darkened, a complex mix of emotions rising in her heart.

“Lu Youqing, that take was good. Let’s keep it.” The director walked out from behind the monitor, clapping lightly. But she suddenly noticed that Lu Youqing’s attention wasn’t on her at all. Instead, the stranger beside her was staring her down, making the director feel a sudden chill on her back.

Lu Youqing snapped back to reality, reluctantly pulling her gaze from Yan He to smile at the director.

“I think we need to do that scene one more time. Qi Mi’s wandering and helplessness after losing her job wasn’t fully interpreted yet,” Lu Youqing said professionally, her voice sounding nothing like the surprise and joy she had shown upon seeing Yan He.

Yan He stiffened and looked down at her. Her raven-wing lashes trembled slightly, and deep in her eyes was a profound, unnameable emotion.

The director thought about Lu Youqing’s words and nodded slowly. “Alright, let’s do it your way.” It wasn’t that the director was overly strict, but this scene was the opening of the entire movie; it had to be perfect to draw the audience in. Furthermore, Lu Youqing was always meticulous in her work, insisting on nothing less than absolute perfection.

Everyone returned to their positions, but Yan He remained standing beside Lu Youqing. She had been staring deeply at her without saying a single word since she arrived.

Lu Youqing took off the down jacket and pressed it into Yan He’s arms. While everyone was adjusting the equipment, she quickly caught Yan He’s hand hanging at her side and planted a light kiss on the back of it, her eyes clear and full of love.

“A-He is so good, you really came to see me. Stay right here and wait for me, I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.”