Aunt Yun Lied To Me And Loved Me Again

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“My dearest Qichi, I cannot simultaneously be your aunt, life mentor, artistic muse, most hated enemy, and most sensual lover, even though I already am.” — Qu Lingyun

Huo Qichi was six when she was adopted from the orphanage by the prestigious Huo family of directors, becoming a highly anticipated third-generation star. However, the one who truly raised her was not her adoptive mother, but her adoptive mother’s unrequited love: Qu Lingyun, the Queen of Pop and a cinematic legend.

At eighteen, Huo Qichi was dazzling and had limitless potential. Yet, no one knew that every night she knelt beneath the skirt of the entertainment industry’s most untouchable goddess, indulging in forbidden intimacy. The distant, unreachable moon hanging in the sky was being scorched by her fervent body heat, melting into liquid moonlight that pooled in her hands.

“Auntie Yun, do you truly love me?”

The woman’s body was passionate, like a blooming white rose, but her eyes held a thin, icy, careless smile. “No. I love your mother.”

Huo Qichi smiled and kissed her deeper. “Liar. If you truly loved her, you would have accepted her proposal long ago.”

She never realized that Qu Lingyun was referring not to her adoptive mother, but to her own biological mother, who had long since passed away.

At nineteen, Huo Qichi was engulfed in scandal and abandoned by everyone. News of her obsessive love for Qu Lingyun was exposed, and countless people cursed her for being rebellious and coveting an elder. To quell the public outcry, she was sent to Los Angeles—ostensibly for study, but truly for exile. And the Qu Lingyun she loved wore an engagement ring belonging to someone else.

In the hellish landscape of Los Angeles, she met the Red Rose of Sharon: Wei Da, a directing professor. Wei Da had a face strikingly similar to Qu Lingyun’s, but her demeanor was completely different. Gossipers claimed she was merely a “Wann-wann lookalike” in LA, but Huo Qichi scoffed; she would never be like Qu Lingyun and seek a replacement.

Wei Da taught her filmmaking and life skills, and when Qichi was at her lowest, she staked her entire fortune on her. Wei Da was like the city of Los Angeles itself—glamorous, vibrant, and captivating. Though she had a notorious reputation, she was genuinely the lifelong confidante, business partner, and soulmate Qichi could entrust herself to.

At twenty-two, with Wei Da’s help, Huo Qichi won her first directing award. That night, she confessed to Wei Da, “You are the best woman in the world to me, better than Qu Lingyun a thousand times over.”

The woman, usually so skilled at flirtation, melted into a puddle in Qichi’s hands as she was playfully handled. As her clothes parted, Huo Qichi stared at the cinnabar mole on the woman’s chest and froze.

“Why do you have a cinnabar mole on your chest that is exactly the same as Qu Lingyun’s?”

Qu Lingyun had told a colossal lie. Defying all convention, she had repeatedly traveled back and forth to Los Angeles, disguising herself as the directing professor Wei Da, all for the sake of the girl she loved. Now, she faced the most severe crisis of her life: how to endure Qichi’s advances as Wei Da, while Qichi simultaneously despised Qu Lingyun? Everything else could be faked, but how could she fake her physical reaction? The moment Qichi touched her, she knew she would lose control and expose her secret.

Raw Novel Name: 韻姨騙我又愛我