Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

The black tea was at the perfect temperature, and its smooth, sweet taste was delightful. Taking a sip of it was just the right way to wash away the lazy atmosphere in the room.

Lin Qingxia's gaze did not linger on Qin Weiming. She knew that her younger brother was struggling to choose what song to sing for her to prove that his singing voice was not just boasting.

However, Lin Qingxia, who had always known Qin Weiming, did not dwell on the matter too much. She also had her own worries. The pursuit of a married male actor in the crew caused ripples in her calm heart.

Knowing full well that it shouldn't be done, I was like a moth drawn to a flame.

Lin Qingxia's brows furrowed with an indescribable sweetness as she thought of him. It was only in front of Qin Weiming that she could conceal this slight. She was certain that with the boy's innocence and obliviousness, he would never notice this slight difference in her.

The original Qin Weiming was a slow learner, but the current Fang Yanmei is not.

Before Fang Yanmei could even react, she had already noticed something was off about Lin Qingxia. Fang Yanmei then pretended to find a book, rolled it up to use as a microphone, and said to Lin Qingxia in a serious tone, "Sister Xia, cough cough, now I'm going to address you like this. Next, I'm going to sing a song for you, 'The Returnee on the Road'."

Brigitte Lin clapped enthusiastically, "Okay, I'm all ears."

She originally thought Fang Yanmei would be a little shy and timid, just like when he sang the songs from his notebook to her last time. At that time, Lin Qingxia was also surprised by Qin Weiming's talent, but his shy appearance still stirred up a wave of tenderness in Lin Qingxia's heart.

Looking at Fang Yanmei's pretentious act, Lin Qingxia was indeed somewhat fooled by her. But then she thought: What singing experience could Ah Ming have? He's probably just watched a few movies and is putting on an act. She should listen carefully and then make a good laugh at him.

It wasn't until Fang Yanmei cleared her throat that Brigitte Lin snapped back to reality and became more serious. After all, Fang Yanmei really looked like a professional singer with more than three years of stage experience, which Brigitte Lin couldn't underestimate.

"The setting sun accompanies the evening mist, and I am like a weary bird returning home."

The young man's clear, gentle, and deep voice instantly captivated Brigitte Lin's ears. Although she was from Taiwan, the people in the film crews she had worked with over the years were a complex mix, with at least a third to a half being from Hong Kong. Therefore, Brigitte Lin could understand Cantonese.

She just didn't expect that the very beginning of the song would make Brigitte Lin feel as if a pastoral scene was slowly unfolding. The farmers' fatigue after a busy day disappeared when they saw the smoke from the evening cooking fires rising, leaving only the joy and anticipation of returning home.

"Returning to seek love, the road of love is more tangled than a field, with too many twists and turns."

Lin Qingxia listened quietly, her eyes fixed on Fang Yanmei. She couldn't help but turn her gaze away from Fang Yanmei's singing and began to listen more attentively to her performance.

"Our hearts were already bound together, but we suppressed our longing thoughts. Even though we met again, it was too late and our wish could not be fulfilled."

"It's a pity we didn't meet sooner," Lin Qingxia thought, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly. She hadn't expected that Fang Yanmei's singing voice could truly express her hesitation and anxiety during this period, as well as the burning passion she couldn't suppress.

Looking at Fang Yanmei again, a crazy idea suddenly came to Lin Qingxia's mind: perhaps she could confide her secrets to this neighbor who was almost a generation younger than her.

After all, Fang Yanmei, who can sing such a song and interpret it with such a voice, must understand her deep affection and expectations.

Originally, Brigitte Lin would never have had such a bold idea, but the torment and waiting of these days had left her, already suffering from the pain of longing, with no way out.

Lin Qingxia knew without a doubt that if she accepted his advances and got together with him, it would cause a huge uproar in Taiwan, and she might even be dragged into it and suffer irreparable consequences.

The flames of love in young people burn even brighter and more unquenchable, no matter how many obstacles they face.

Fang Yanmei, with a song, touched Lin Qingxia's heart and ignited an irrepressible desire in her to confide in her.

"Ah Ming, I never expected you to sing Cantonese songs so beautifully. I'm really moved." After Fang Yanmei sat down, Lin Qingxia couldn't wait to pull her to her lap and ask her the secret to her overnight transformation.

Fang Yanmei said nonchalantly, "What secret could there be? I'm just good at singing love songs."

Lin Qingxia's eyes lit up. She hadn't meant to, but she was determined to fall for it. Thinking about the question she wanted to ask, Lin Qingxia felt even more hopeful. She couldn't help but ask Fang Yanmei, "Aming, I have a question for you. Can you promise me you absolutely won't tell anyone? I'm begging you, okay?"

Because she needed his help, and in order to bridge the gap with her younger brother, Lin Qingxia said she no longer used the pretentious "Aunt Xia" and instead called herself "Sister Xia".

Fang Yanmei's back tensed subtly, keenly sensing an ominous aura. However, she was now in a difficult position, and besides, she was genuinely curious about what Lin Qingxia's request was. A woman's gossipy nature prompted her to agree: "Okay, I agree."

Lin Qingxia recounted how she was pursued by a married actor, how the two developed feelings for each other while filming, and how she gradually found it difficult to resist his intense pursuit, leading to hesitation and indecision.

Fang Yanmei's mind raced as she listened. If there was one piece of experience she gained most from her struggles at the bottom, it was the natural vulnerability of women when facing such situations.

After Lin Qingxia finished speaking, she hesitated for a moment, thinking that since she had already said so much, she simply asked Fang Yanmei, "Ah Ming, Qin Han is waiting for my definite answer now. What should I do?"

Fang Yanmei did not hesitate. She first used her own experience to tell examples of how women are easily passive and impulsive in such matters, reminding Lin Qingxia not to be seduced by older, successful men. Of course, she did not use such harsh words.

Because Fang Yanmei already knew roughly what kind of personality Lin Qingxia had during their conversation, she used more euphemistic words. Lin Qingxia frowned upon hearing this, as it was clearly not what she had originally expected. However, she also knew that Fang Yanmei's words were for her benefit.

Thinking of this, Brigitte Lin sighed and said softly, "Does the general public really refuse to give our love a chance? I just want to believe in a man's promise of forever, what's wrong with that?"