After Losing My Memory, I Was Targeted by the Obsessive Movie Queen [gl] - Chapter 50

Outside the arrivals gate at Haicheng Airport, rows of fans stood holding banners and light boards. Even from afar, the name “Lu Youqing” was clearly visible in giant characters. The moment Lu Youqing emerged, a stir rippled through the crowd, yet they remained exceptionally polite and kept their voices down. Even as they surged forward, they did so in an orderly manner without blocking the path of other passengers.

Yan He followed closely behind Lu Youqing, watching the fans excitedly crowd around her, chattering away. She looked at Lu Youqing and saw a gentle, warm smile appear on her face.

“Movie Queen Lu, I-I really love you! I’ve been a fan ever since your very first film, and today I finally get to see you in person.” A fan stood beside Lu Youqing, trembling with excitement as the banner in her hands shook. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with adoration and elation.

Hearing this, Lu Youqing looked at her and smoothly took the banner to sign it. “Thank you so much for your support. What’s your name?”

After learning the fan’s name, Lu Youqing wrote a personalized blessing on the banner, then nodded and smiled.

The moment Lu Youqing smiled, her usual cold and detached aura vanished completely. Gasps of awe rose from the crowd; anyone seeing Lu Youqing’s breathtaking beauty up close would inevitably freeze or squeal. Excitement peaking, the crowd swarmed forward to hand her postcards and photographs, instantly squeezing Yan He and Lin Le to the side.

Jostled by the crowd, Yan He was forced to move along with the tide of people. She craned her neck to keep an eye on Lu Youqing. Seeing that the bodyguards still had her securely protected, she let out a sigh of relief. Yet, watching Lu Youqing being completely surrounded by fans, a strange sensation suddenly bloomed in her chest.

It felt as though a piece of raw jade she had meticulously treasured was suddenly on display for everyone else to see. A faint sourness welled up inside her; the sight of Lu Youqing smiling at others felt incredibly jarring. She averted her eyes, not wanting to look, as a fierce wave of possessiveness took over. She didn’t want Lu Youqing to smile at anyone else like that; she wanted Lu Youqing’s smiles to be reserved for her alone.

Yan He knit her brows slightly, completely unaware that she was throwing a jealous tantrum. Just as she was about to look away from Lu Youqing to calm herself down, her peripheral vision caught a oddly dressed person in the crowd.

The individual wore a solid black hoodie, with a black mask and a low cap brim concealing their face entirely. They stood with their hands shoved into their pockets, carrying no banners or light boards related to Lu Youqing. They simply loitered at the very back row of the crowd, neither pushing their way in nor leaving.

Yan He’s brows knit tighter. She stepped forward, intending to push through and get a closer look. But by the time she maneuvered through the crowd and lifted her head again, the person had already vanished without a trace. She quickly scanned the area, but there was no sign of them anywhere.

“What are you looking for, A-He?” Lu Youqing’s voice suddenly sounded right beside her ear. Yan He turned her head to find that Lu Youqing had already walked over to her side at some point, her hands now cleared of the signed postcards and photos.

Meanwhile, the fans who had just been clamoring for autographs were now staring at Yan He with bizarre, curious expressions. A few were even widening their eyes, scrutinizing her intently.

Yan He, who had inexplicably become the absolute center of attention: “…”

Shifting her focus away from the strange, missing person, Yan He shook her head. “Nothing.”

Lu Youqing then took hold of her hand and said with a smile, “Let’s go then.”

With so many eyes and phone cameras locked onto them, Yan He’s heart gave its habitual, nervous twitch at the sudden physical contact. She looked down at their joined hands. Though she was acutely aware that people had already lifted their phones to record videos, she still raised her eyes, locking her gaze onto Lu Youqing’s, and turned her hand to grip back firmly.

“Okay.”

The weather in Haicheng was entirely unpredictable. When they left the airport at noon, the sky had been heavy with overcast clouds and bitter winds, but by the time the production crew reached the hotel, the weather had cleared up.

Since the crew needed to set up the scene first and filming wasn’t scheduled until the following day, Lu Youqing was granted a rare, additional day of rest. Yan He stayed in the hotel suite to accompany her while she reviewed the script.

This upcoming scene was the final sequence of the entire movie, so everyone from top to bottom held it in the highest regard. Even Lu Youqing, who was usually the epitome of composure while working, appeared a bit tense. Yan He watched her sit completely still on the living room sofa for a very long time.

For as long as Lu Youqing spent lost in thought, Yan He stood by the bedroom door watching her.

When Lu Youqing finally snapped out of her daze and turned her head, she immediately saw Yan He standing by the frame, gazing at her with profound affection. Yan He’s features were strikingly beautiful—sharp and somewhat intense—yet her clear, pure eyes perfectly softened that edge, giving her a very innocent aura.

But right now, the living room lights were off. The sky had dimmed, and the remaining, weak rays of twilight couldn’t pierce the darkness, obscuring her eyes. Yan He’s entire silhouette radiated an atmosphere that was deeply affectionate yet piercingly cold.

Seeing her, the heavy mood that had settled over Lu Youqing from recalling Lu Ningyun suddenly vanished entirely. She stood up from the sofa, intending to walk over and wrap her arms around Yan He. However, she forgot that sitting for so long had left her legs completely numb. The moment she tried to take a step, a sharp, stinging pain shot through her, and she lost her balance, tumbling downward.

Following a soft gasp, the expected cold, hard impact never came. Instead, she was enveloped in Yan He’s soft embrace and the faint, familiar fragrance of her body.

Lu Youqing’s lashes trembled as she opened her eyes, meeting Yan He’s worried gaze.

“Are you okay?”

Her heart felt as if it had been submerged in a warm lake, gently soothing her pulse. Lu Youqing shook her head to say she was fine, but she still wrapped her arms around her waist and murmured piteously,

“My legs are so numb.”

Hearing this, Yan He didn’t hesitate for a single second. She scooped her up in her arms, walked into the bedroom, and gently laid her down on the hotel bed.

“Rest for a bit first,” she said, her voice softening into a tone of pure tenderness. “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”

Lu Youqing could no longer care about the script or the movie at all. Every time she looked at Yan He, the woman would completely hijack her attention—it had been like this during their school days, and it was exactly the same now that they were working.

Honestly, I just can’t take my eyes off her, Lu Youqing thought with a touch of exasperation, though the corners of her mouth couldn’t stop curving upward as she melted into Yan He’s meticulous care.

She wrapped her arms around Yan He’s waist, applying a bit of force to pull her down onto her. Burying her face against Yan He’s chest, she listened to the rhythmic, vigorous thumping of her heart, allowing her entire body to relax.

“Okay,” she agreed, nuzzling lightly against her.

The movement tickled Yan He slightly, but she carefully controlled her weight to ensure she didn’t crush her, until her eyes inadvertently met Lu Youqing’s.

Love is an incredibly magical thing; sometimes, a single look between lovers is enough to make the heart shudder. For Yan He and Lu Youqing, this was absolutely true. The temperature in the room rose steadily, the intimate atmosphere thickening the very air until inhaling felt like drinking a glass of mellow wine.

It was impossible to tell who initiated it, but the moment their lips met, their very souls trembled. Moisture pooled uncontrollably between their teeth, leaving only the sound of kissing in the quiet room.

Lu Youqing still retained a shred of logic. Realizing that they were on the verge of going too far, she hurriedly pushed against Yan He’s shoulders to halt her movements. She wanted to say that she had to film tomorrow and they shouldn’t be too reckless, but opening her misty eyes to see Yan He’s deeply affectionate gaze shrouded in the dark night, her heart completely melted with the moonlight. She couldn’t utter a single word of refusal.

Saying nothing more, she looped her arms around the back of Yan He’s neck and closed her eyes.

The following day, by the Haicheng seaside.

The wind had raged violently all through the night, and even by daybreak, the gales continued to storm, only easing up slightly just now. Lu Youqing stood atop a cliff over ten meters high, wearing a brown trench coat. Beneath her feet, the endless sea churned violently. Yan He stood a short distance away alongside the rest of the staff, watching her intently.

The final scene of Sister required the female protagonist, Qi Mi, to burn her sister’s diary by the sea, watching the rising smoke in the air to finally reach a reconciliation with herself. This scene contained no dialogue; it relied entirely on Lu Youqing’s expressions and movements to convey Qi Mi’s inner world. In short, it was exceptionally difficult.

Following the director’s command of “Action!”, a total silence descended upon the high cliff.

Yan He stood right beside the director, her brows knit as she stared unblinkingly at Lu Youqing on the monitor. The director’s frown was out of focus on the performance, while Yan He’s frown was entirely out of worry over whether Lu Youqing was freezing up there.

On the screen, Lu Youqing stared blankly at the burning smoke as it dispersed into the air. The ashes of the notebook beneath her feet were caught by the gale, flying out into the distance. Her long hair whipped wildly in the wind, partially obscuring her vision until she raised a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Due to the biting cold of the seaside, wearing only a coat made her shiver slightly. A few seconds later, her tightly knit brows slowly relaxed, her trembling eyes steadied, and she suddenly offered a faint smile of pure release.

With that single shift in her expression, her entire aura transformed dramatically. The gloomy melancholy vanished with the wind, and her slumping shoulders slowly straightened as she reignited her hope for life.

It looked as though Lu Youqing had truly fused into one with Qi Mi; her every expression and movement made the character from the script vividly alive. Everyone on set held their breath, completely drawn into the emotion she broadcasted. Yan He’s heart also leaped into her throat as she focused entirely on the Lu Youqing on screen.

Right as everyone was completely immersed in the scene, a black silhouette suddenly burst from the left side of the screen, sprinting directly toward Lu Youqing. In a fraction of a second, the dark figure collided with Lu Youqing, sending them both plunging off the ten-meter cliff. By the time anyone could register what had happened, a loud splash echoed from the water below.

It felt as if her entire body had been frozen solid by the icy wind. Yan He went completely rigid for a fraction of a second, then sharply snapped her head up, breathing raggedly as she lunged forward. On the cliff, only the charred remnants of the notebook remained, its pages fluttering in the wind.

Yan He had no time for logic or thought. The moment her eyes caught the notebook, her reflexes overrode her mind. She sprinted forward at full speed, tore off her down jacket under the stunned gazes of the crew, and without a single shred of hesitation, leapt straight off the cliff.

The freezing ocean water pierced into her very bones with a bone-chilling intensity, yet Yan He felt that her heart was far colder than her body. Vision blurred beneath the surface, she kept her eyes wide open, searching frantically through the churning water for Lu Youqing, her heart aching so violently it felt on the verge of stopping.

Finally, a mere instant before her lungs completely gave out from the suffocating, freezing water, she caught sight of a trench coat strap drifting with the current. Though distant, it instantly reignited the dying flame in her heart.

Knitting her brows, she propelled her limbs with everything she had, diving forward to ruthlessly grab the hem of the coat, locking the freezing figure securely in her arms.