After Appearing On A Marriage Reality Show, The Top Star Cried and Says She Doesn't Want a Divorce - Chapter 47

Li Tang casually tucked her hands into her pockets, her posture exuding effortless grace.

Yet, hidden deep within her piercing gaze was a barely perceptible hint of arrogance.

Her eyes, sharp as a blade, scrutinized Acen as if trying to peer into the very depths of her soul.

A faint, enigmatic smile played on her lips—a smile that was both proud and tinged with a hint of world-weary nonchalance.

Every aspect of Li Tang’s appearance bore the mark of meticulous refinement, from the precise arrangement of her hair to the measured rhythm of her steps, all reflecting her relentless pursuit of perfection.

In contrast, Acen was like an untamed stray dog, radiating an unshakable aura of fearlessness. Even in the face of a superstar like Li Tang, her gaze held no trace of avoidance or timidity. She continued to chew her gum with unbridled nonchalance, meeting Li Tang’s scrutinizing gaze head-on.

If Li Tang was a stunning orchid blooming gracefully in a greenhouse, then Acen was a tenacious weed defiantly sprouting up in a rain-soaked field.

“A real celebrity!” Acen’s voice dripped with exaggerated mockery, yet her eyes remained cold and detached. She casually pointed at Li Tang, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “This is the first time I’ve met a living celebrity.”

Acen seemed to harbor an indescribable hostility toward Li Tang. This emotion lurked beneath her words like a hidden undercurrent.

Li Tang, naturally, didn’t consider this young girl a threat. With a hint of amused detachment, she replied, “Then have you ever met a dead celebrity?”

“No, but I’d like to,” Acen retorted, her voice tinged with provocation. “Those heartless, oath-breaking traitors—the ones blinded by false praise and financial bubbles, unable to recognize their true selves. Every last one of them deserves to die. This world should belong to those truly worthy.”

In Acen’s words, she had already placed Li Tang in the same category as the infamous Heartless Betrayer.

“Acen, Tangtang isn’t like that,” Yan Mengyi gently tugged at Acen’s sleeve, her voice soft and pleading.

“Little Rabbit Sister, you’re getting on in years. How can you still be so naive?” Acen’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “Where she lives, where you live, how she treats others, and how she treats you—stop foolishly defending her. She’s not worth it!”

Li Tang, who considered herself a woman of status, sensed the sharpness in Acen’s voice. But she ultimately dismissed her as just a child, unworthy of engaging with.

Turning to Yan Mengyi, Li Tang’s gaze softened. “Where are you staying now? I’ll take you home.”

As if worried Yan Mengyi would refuse, Li Tang added, her voice carrying a gentle but firm tone: “We’re not strangers. Whatever I can do for you, I’m willing to do.”

A warm feeling surged in Yan Mengyi’s heart, but before that warmth could take root, Acen seized her wrist.

“Snap out of it! Don’t let a few honeyed words blind you!” Acen’s voice carried a trace of anger as she gripped Yan Mengyi’s wrist tightly and dragged her toward the door without hesitation. “If I’d arrived any later, you’d have been sharing a bed with her!”

“This is our business. It’s not your place as an outsider to interfere,” Li Tang said, barely containing her anger. Every word dripped with her displeasure.

Acen didn’t stop walking, just tossed out a cryptic remark: “Check the trending topics today. Seven years later, you still treat her like an outsider instead of your wife. You know that better than anyone.”

With that, Acen pulled Yan Mengyi along and left without looking back.

Wan Cuirong, watching everything unfold on the surveillance screen, couldn’t help but sigh at the dramatic conclusion. Even after all these years, this young woman was still the only one bold enough to snatch someone from Li Tang’s claws and make her eat her words.

Back in Wan Cuirong’s office, Li Tang looked furious.

“Damn it, what’s trending about me?”

“Wan Cuirong said, “That girl should see the look on your face right now. She’d realize you’re rude to everyone except Xiao Yi.”

“Miss Yan? What do you mean by ‘Miss Yan’?”

Seeing Li Tang about to reopen the old argument, Wan Cuirong raised her hands in surrender. “Do you still want to know what’s trending?”

“Of course. Give me your phone.”

Li Tang took Wan Cuirong’s phone, opened Weibo, and saw the words “Li Tang, Love Scammer” glaringly displayed in red at the top of the trending topics.

She clicked through and saw Qin Biham’s sly face.

True to her reputation as a cunning executive who’d climbed the ladder by any means necessary, she’d mastered the modern art of exploiting personal secrets to generate buzz.

Today was President Li’s birthday, and Qin Biham had hired a production team to livestream her first public reveal of her marital life. She even “accidentally” dropped hints about her relationship with Li Tang.

An assistant read a viewer’s question: “Pillowside Lovers is so popular right now, and I love Xiao Yi! Has Xiao Yi ever given you a gift, Ms. Qin? Was it another handmade hairpin?”

Qin Biham smiled faintly, her smile hiding countless unspoken words.

Instead of answering directly, she used her silence and smile to cleverly dodge the question’s core.

Yet this avoidance only fueled the fire, completely igniting the viewers’ curiosity.

The screen flooded with speculations and prying comments about Li Tang’s marital life. Each comment was like a seed of curiosity taking root and sprouting rapidly in the virtual soil.

Just then, Li Yi suddenly ran into the live broadcast frame, speaking with the straightforward innocence of a child: “They’ve never gone home.”

The words struck like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, sending ripples outward.

“Yi Yi, don’t be silly,” Qin Biham said, maintaining her smile, but a hint of tension seemed to lurk beneath. She quickly stuffed a piece of cake into Li Yi’s mouth, as if trying to seal the child’s “uninhibited child’s words” with this sweet gag.

“But Mom,” Li Yi protested, her neck stiffening after swallowing the cake, “I’m not being silly! Sister Li Tang always comes home alone. I’ve never even met Sister Xiao Yi!” Her words carried a child’s stubborn persistence and confusion.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room instantly tensed, the audience’s chatter buzzing like a swarm of bees.

“Seven years of marriage, and Goddess Tang has never brought her wife home to meet her parents?” a comment flew across the screen, filled with curiosity.

“This is hard to judge…”

“Why wouldn’t she bring her home?”

“Does she think Xiao Yi isn’t good enough?”

The final question, sharp as a knife, cut straight to the heart of the matter.

The live stream buzzed with a tense curiosity, and Qin Biham’s faint smile seemed to capture the essence of this unfolding drama.

She sighed softly. “It’s not what you think,” she said, her voice calm and gentle. “Young people have their own ideas.”

But her explanation seemed so feeble against the tidal wave of questions, like a lone leaf struggling in a gale.

The live stream boiled over like a pot of water, speculation and debate bubbling up from every corner. The screenshot spread rapidly across platforms, becoming the focus of heated discussions.

It was clear someone was fanning the flames, guiding public opinion toward a single narrative.

“You can find plenty of photos of Goddess Tang with Hua Jingyan online, but not a single one with her wife,” one comment read. “At first, I thought it was to protect her ‘unknown’ wife, but now I see—it’s because she’s not ‘good enough’ to show off.”

“Guess you really do learn things online, huh? The netizens are always right!” another comment seemed to sneer. “Otherwise, I’d still be living in the fairy-tale illusion of going from school uniform to wedding dress.”

“Eileen Chang was right after all. Even the most splendid robes are crawling with lice beneath the surface.”

“It seems you have to separate the artist from the art. Goddess Tang’s singing is unmatched, but her personal life is truly despicable.”

“If you don’t like someone, just leave them alone! She ruined seven years of Xiao Yi’s life,” someone said, indignant on Yan Mengyi’s behalf.

“Xiao Yi’s talent was wasted for seven years.”

“I showed some of her work to my grandmother, who’s also a UNESCO heritage bearer. She said that for someone Xiao Yi’s age to create something so exquisite shows real talent!”

“How did Qin Biham go from being a salesgirl to Director Qin?” Wan Cuirong sighed. “She’s ruthless and shameless. At her age, she wants to strike out on her own, piggybacking on your success, stealing your spotlight, and even turning the tables on you. But she’s right—you won’t engage her on social media to protect Xiao Yi.”

“Why not?”

“Huh?” Wan Cuirong thought she misheard. For years, Li Tang had always ignored people she disapproved of.

******

Yan Mengyi wrapped her arms tightly around Acen’s waist as they sped through the bustling traffic on their electric scooter, like two souls navigating a free path through the urban torrent.

As Acen recounted the events trending online, Yan Mengyi gradually understood the amplified rumors and conjecture.

Her voice was gentle yet resolute as she said, “It’s not what everyone thinks. Tangtang did this all to protect me.”

Her words revealed her deep understanding and unwavering trust in Li Tang, a steadfast belief that remained unshaken despite the storm of public speculation.

Acen, however, burst out laughing as if she’d heard the most absurd joke, her laughter tinged with disdain and mockery.

“I don’t care what she was thinking before,” Acen retorted, her voice sharpening, “but her cowardly, turtle-like behavior now says it all, doesn’t it?”

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