Chapter 10: The Future Movie Queen About to Be Abandoned (10)
A year had passed since Yu Yinglan reached the top of the Superstar List.
During this time, her schedule was even busier than when she was an unknown actress. She originally thought that once she sat on that throne, she would be one step closer to her wish.
But whether it was filming movies abroad, attending various business events, or learning financial and management knowledge as arranged by Su Mingxiu, it was enough to fill all her time.
—Surrounded by fame, the time she could spend with Su Mingxiu actually decreased year by year.
Moreover, the frequency of Su Mingxiu seeking her out was also gradually decreasing.
At first, Yu Yinglan was a little anxious, thinking that Su Mingxiu no longer needed her. But once, when she was attending a high-end jewelry exhibition in the city, she declined the sponsor’s invitation to a business dinner and quietly returned to the villa, only to find Su Mingxiu asleep in the study.
The sandalwood paperweight was pressing down on a freehand ink painting, spread out beside her elbow. It seemed that the woman had fallen asleep from exhaustion while waiting for the painting to dry. There were obvious dark circles under her eyes.
But the sleeping person was clearly frowning, either disturbed by the light coming in from the window behind her or the absence of a familiar presence, unable to sleep peacefully.
As if possessed, Yu Yinglan raised her hand and gently shielded Su Mingxiu’s eyes from the light.
She stood like this for two hours.
When Su Mingxiu finally woke up, her eyelashes fluttered, and she first saw the familiar lines of a palm. Her eyes focused and shifted to the owner of the hand. She didn’t know how long she had been holding this position, but even her arm was slightly trembling, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She sat up from the desk, tapping Yu Yinglan’s wrist with her finger, signaling her to withdraw her hand. Her voice carried a slight nasal tone from just waking up: “You’re back?”
She didn’t seem to care about Yu Yinglan’s appearance today, whether it was a casual stop on her way back or a specially arranged visit.
But she was very good to Yu Yinglan. For example, right now, she took the arm that had shielded her from the light and gently massaged the sore muscles with just the right amount of force. She also called the Su family’s servant and instructed them to bring some of Yu Yinglan’s favorite afternoon tea and asked the kitchen to prepare two of her favorite dishes for dinner.
Yu Yinglan obediently stood beside her, letting her massage her arm, but as soon as the numbness subsided, she immediately withdrew it.
She looked at Su Mingxiu’s beautiful profile and asked softly: “Haven’t you been sleeping well lately?”
Su Mingxiu was about to nod, but halfway through the motion, as if guessing what she was about to say, she replied indifferently: “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”
Yu Yinglan became anxious.
She half-squatted beside the armchair, looking at Su Mingxiu’s face, allowing the other party to see the worry and anxiety on her face more clearly: “If you need anything, I, I can cancel some of my appointments…”
“Yu Yinglan.” The person sitting in the chair smiled, her tone as gentle as ever. But calling her full name still made the girl shiver involuntarily, instinctively obeying her words: “I didn’t keep you by my side for you to do these things.”
As if to remind the girl of the original agreement with the original owner, Su Mingxiu raised her hand and caressed her cheek, saying softly, word by word:
“It’s only been a year since you ascended to the throne.”
“Show me more of your potential, don’t disappoint me, hmm?”
Yu Yinglan’s jaw tightened.
She was reminded of the past movie emperors and empresses whose potential had been fully exploited and then discarded by Su Mingxiu.
She was now like a passenger on a moving train. She wanted the train to stop and take away all the beautiful scenery she had seen along the way, but she was also afraid that once the train stopped, she would be immediately kicked off, without even the chance to buy a ticket and get back on.
Seeing her stiffen and nod, Su Mingxiu smiled again, taking her hand and leading her out, saying with a smile: “The kitchen recently hired a good Cantonese chef. His pastry skills are excellent. Let’s try some together.”
For Su Mingxiu—
After repeatedly pondering the system’s final mission requirements, she felt that she could completely avoid playing with Yu Yinglan’s emotions. She didn’t want the girl with this appearance to experience the heartbreak of a deep love.
The first love of a young person is like a delicate seedling sprouting in a greenhouse. Even with gentle spring rain and sunshine, it’s difficult for it to thrive. But once it withers, the vine becomes thorny, forever buried in the heart, causing a subtle, lingering pain in every sleepless night.
Before figuring out the system’s final evaluation criteria, Su Mingxiu didn’t dare to easily reject Yu Yinglan’s requests. The only solution was to let her grow quickly and reduce their contact at the same time.
When they had to interact, Su Mingxiu tried her best to leave a deep impression on Yu Yinglan, making her afraid to easily make those intimate requests.
An unrequited crush was better than being betrayed by promised loyalty.
But Yu Yinglan seemed to have a bad memory in this regard.
With less time spent together, the longing that accumulated in her daily life became even more intense during their interactions, like old wine buried in a cellar. The longer it was buried, the richer the aroma after the mud seal was broken.
Not long after dinner, Yu Yinglan, as if forgetting the warning in the study that afternoon, went to Su Mingxiu’s room on her own, carrying the faint scent of mint from her bath, and slipped into her bed.
Despite her pure and innocent appearance, unlike other celebrities who preferred fruity, milky fragrances, the most common scent Su Mingxiu smelled on her was this light mint.
Her warm body leaned closer, wrapping around Su Mingxiu’s waist, her voice soft and gentle: “I just finished filming abroad, and I haven’t adjusted to the time difference yet. I’m not sleepy now. Su Su, can you tell me a bedtime story?”
Su Mingxiu closed the poetry collection she was using to help her sleep, glancing at the person acting coquettishly beside her with a chuckle. She felt that this girl was getting bolder and bolder, now actually daring to ask her, an insomniac, to tell her a bedtime story?
She raised her hand and lightly pinched Yu Yinglan’s earlobe. With a few casual movements, her ear turned from white to red, as if it had been dyed. “If you can’t sleep, go back to your room.”
“Don’t bother me here.”
Yu Yinglan looked up from below. The neckline of her loose nightgown was open, and under the dim light, the shadows outlined the dangerous curves. She still smiled innocently, “But I want to be with you.”
The system seemed to see that Yu Yinglan’s seductive skills were becoming more and more refined, guessing that Su Mingxiu would soon succumb to this offensive. It added fuel to the fire, urging: “Agree to her!”
Since being exposed as a “wicked stepmother,” it became even more straightforward in instigating Su Mingxiu, its eager tone resembling those of parents online urging their children to get married.
Su Mingxiu’s eyes were unreadable. She picked up the poetry collection and opened it again, casually placing it on her lap, and began to read perfunctorily:
“If you come in autumn / I will gently brush past summer /
Half smiling, half rejecting /
…
If I can look forward to you in a year /
I will wind the months into balls of yarn / separate them and put each in a drawer / lest they merge…”
The person lying beside her was originally just listening obediently, but hearing these words, she climbed up Su Mingxiu’s shoulder, slowly entwining herself around her. Her kiss landed on the corner of Su Mingxiu’s lips, then moved closer, gently sealing the lonely love poem.
The room had fallen silent at some point. Su Mingxiu, being kissed, lowered her eyelids and sat motionless, letting the other party trace her lip shape with her tongue. Only when the enchanting warmth gradually subsided did she ask: “Not listening anymore?”
After spending so much time with her, Yu Yinglan already knew how to get the sweetest reward. She immediately shook her head and, in the position of sitting in Su Mingxiu’s lap, kissed her way down with wet kisses, even daring to gently bite her throat with her teeth.
“Not listening anymore,” Yu Yinglan said with a smile, staring at the mark she had left. “I want Su Su to kiss me.”
As she pushed her luck, she heard the deer in her chest frantically crashing around.
This was the first time she had expressed her feelings honestly and without disguise.
Su Mingxiu moved the book aside to prevent it from being creased by their movements. Hearing this, she only lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes gazing into Yu Yinglan’s eyes, sharp as if piercing her soul, making Yu Yinglan flush with heat.
They remained silent like this for a while. Just as Yu Yinglan was using all her willpower to encourage herself not to back down, she suddenly heard Su Mingxiu speak slowly and deliberately: “Are you sure?”
The person sitting on her lap didn’t dodge or flinch. Her throat moved slightly, and she nodded.
A smile spread across Su Mingxiu’s lips.
Before the other party could discern the meaning behind her smile, her jaw was grasped, and what followed was…
A torrential storm.
Yu Yinglan had once regretted that stingy mint candy, and even the kiss in the Su residence only carried comfort and coaxing—in other words, she had never truly experienced Su Mingxiu’s desire.
Until tonight.
The girl, who thought she had honed her skills in the script and had a glimpse of the doorway, found herself like a small boat in a sea storm, swaying and unable to steady herself. She didn’t even know how the storm was swirling, only feeling dizzy, her head pounding, and gasping for air as she tried to turn the bow of the boat.
But how could the storm allow her to escape?
The more she tried to escape, the tighter the grip on her jaw and waist, even her tongue was forced.
Her thoughts in this frenzy were just a drizzle. Wherever the wind wanted her to go, she could only drift there, soft and powerless.
Only when her chest ached from lack of oxygen was she allowed to breathe. The moment she regained her freedom, she wanted to turn her head and speak, but before she could utter a single word, her teeth were pried open by the other party’s fingers.
Su Mingxiu, however, wasn’t satisfied with her reception and vowed to give her another lesson tonight, making sure that Yu Yinglan’s mouth was occupied for two hours after making her request.
During this time, Yu Yinglan tried to act weak, her clear eyes filled with tears, the mist condensing into droplets that left a trail of dark marks on the sheets. But in the end, she was pulled back into Su Mingxiu’s arms, her ankle grasped.
Until—
The one who had asked for it lay limply in Su Mingxiu’s arms, her lips like fallen flowers trampled in mud, even the tip of her red tongue uncontrollably poking out, her tears flowing silently.
Only then did Su Mingxiu ask her leisurely:
“Do you still want more?”
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