After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 108 EXTRA 4

It took Zhao Xunyin a full week to talk Shi Nanbei into deciding who would carry their future child.

Don’t be fooled by Shi Nanbei’s young age or her soft, bunny-like appearance—when she’s stubborn about something, she’s every bit as immovable as an eighty-year-old elder.

When Boss Qi and An He’s daughter turned one, Zhao Xunyin and Shi Nanbei —married for over two, nearly three years—finally put “having a baby” on the official agenda.

Before they even brought it up, An He, who had been receiving five billion in cash from Boss Qi every year since giving birth, burst into grateful tears the moment she heard her best friend was finally planning for a child.

To celebrate, she generously sponsored the two of them on an around-the-world trip.

Her reasoning was extremely straightforward:

“This might be your last chance to travel alone together, you know?”

For some reason, something about that sentence made Zhao Xunyin feel off.

Rolling her eyes, An He explained—because this woman’s brain somehow never thinks in the right direction:

“I mean once you have a kid, you’ll be busy raising them. Between diapers and chores, where will you find time for romantic trips as just the two of you?”

That naturally made her sigh over her own misery—her pregnancy and the two years after giving birth.

Granted, her life was still far better than that of most married mothers, but she still felt that after having a child, she could no longer shamelessly flirt with every pretty face she encountered the way she used to when she was young.

After all, she was a married woman now. Her child was already toddling around.

If people found out she was still out there gathering peach blossoms, the gossip would be awful.

An He was devastated.

Losing her right to flirt with beauties was practically a soul-crushing blow.

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help it—she burst out:

“Can you be serious? Even if you didn’t have a child, you can’t flirt with everyone you see for the rest of your life. Have you looked at Boss Qi’s face lately? How do you even have the heart to flirt with anyone besides her?”

An He: “…”

And yet—it was true.

Even pushing forty, Boss Qi still had a face as smooth and youthful as a young girl’s.

Perhaps ice-cold, expressionless types just aged better—after all, fewer facial expressions meant fewer wrinkles. Looking at her wife’s face, even after nearly ten years of marriage, An He felt she could tolerate the relationship a bit longer on those looks alone.

Goddamn. Being a face-con really came with no bottom line.

But she wasn’t the only shameless one— Shi Nanbei was the same.

Everyone knew this: Shi Nanbei was a top-tier face-con. Even after almost three years of marriage, every morning when she woke up to her wife’s stunning, delicate, mesmerizing face, she still couldn’t help marveling at how generously the heavens had treated her.

Zhao Xunyin herself wasn’t a face-con—but she was a dominant woman.

And the older she got, the stronger that dominance became.

Starting with forcing Shi Nanbei to be the “top” in bed, her poor wife had been carrying an enormous burden of grievance in this marriage.

Yes—at twenty-four, Shi Nanbei still had zero ambition and wanted nothing more than to remain a lying-down bottom.

When Wu Lili learned this, she violently grabbed Shi Nanbei’s arms and shook her:

“My goddess is so beautiful, so stunning, so sexy—how could you not want to top her?”

Shi Nanbei replied:

“Okay, hand on your heart—wouldn’t you want to get topped by your unbelievably beautiful, irresistibly sexy goddess?”

Wu Lili was silent. “…”

Yes, I would. But I don’t have the chance.

She cried.

Honestly, it made sense.

This was someone she had secretly adored since she was young.

Looking into those cold, enchanting eyes while in bed—wanting to lie down and wrap her legs around her waist was basically instinct.

Shi Nanbei even used this logic to segue into the pregnancy discussion:

“I’m just a bottom. Really. Don’t give me that shared-roles lesbian theory. I’m a lying-down zero. I want you to top me. In the grand scheme of lesbian labels, we’re T and P.

I’m the gorgeous P, and you’re the iron-blooded T.”

Hearing the words “iron T” again after so many years, Zhao Xunyin’s expression froze.

Why on earth was Shi Nanbei always so convinced that she—of all people—was a T?

An iron one at that?

Was her hair not long enough?

Was her chest not big enough?

Was she somehow unqualified to be a P?

Zhao Xunyin’s face darkened.

“So?” she asked coldly.

“So,” Shi Nanbei continued, “since I’m the P, I’ll be the one who gets pregnant. I’ll give birth for love.”

Zhao Xunyin’s lips curled slightly. She let out a cool, quiet laugh.

Ever since retiring from the industry, she’d been learning business from Boss Qi.

And Boss Qi was truly infectious—spend enough time with her, and you naturally became more like her.

Not that Zhao Xunyin wasn’t already pretty dominant to begin with.

“You make a lot of sense,” she said.

It looked like Shi Nanbei had successfully convinced her.

Her face didn’t show any displeasure.

So Shi Nanbei —now a medical intern—quietly breathed a sigh of relief and even gave herself a mental victory sign.

Actress or not, at home the final say was clearly hers.

Or so Shi Nanbei thought.

But she underestimated Zhao Xunyin far too much.

As the saying goes—when it comes to seduction, nobody beats Zhao Xunyin.

That night, after finishing her shift at the hospital, Shi Nanbei drove home.

The moment she opened the door, she froze.

Standing in the living room was a swordswoman in full period costume—red martial robes, long blade in hand, expression cold and distant.

It was none other than the character Ren Feng—the very heroine who had made Shi Nanbei’s youthful heart throb more than a decade ago.

Holding her white coat in her hands, Shi Nanbei panicked. “…”

What, what was happening?

“You,” she tried to speak, but her throat felt strangely dry.

“Good. You’re home,” Zhao Xunyin said quietly.

Then she lifted her gaze—cold and sharp as a blade—directly at her.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Shi Nanbei: “?”

Who was she?

Where was she?

What was she supposed to do?

After a long pause, Zhao Xunyin raised a brow.

“Don’t want me?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Shi Nanbei felt her sanity slipping.

Shi Nanbei: “?”

What kind of provocative nonsense was this?

Before she had time to react, Ren Feng—her Ren Feng—stepped toward her.

Closer.

Closer still.

Then she grabbed the collar of Shi Nanbei’s pale shirt, yanking her forward—forceful, overbearing—hitting every single one of Shi Nanbei’s “used to secretly fantasize about this while watching the movie” buttons.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

She panicked.

She was supposed to be a bottom. A pure, bona fide zero.

And yet this was only the beginning.

Knowing exactly where her weak spots were, Ren Feng—bold, reckless, and utterly shameless—leaned in, red lips brushing dangerously close, stopping just short of the corner of her mouth. Not quite kissing, not quite pulling away, hovering right at the edge.

Shi Nanbei’s heartbeat began to go haywire. Maybe her reaction pleased the woman before her, because Zhao Xunyin let out a soft laugh and asked again,

“Are you sure you don’t want it?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

No—she wanted it!

Shi Nanbei grabbed her wife by the waist and kissed her hard. It was a reckless, heat-of-the-moment mistake, and she’d come with absolutely zero preparation. If not for all those years studying medicine—if not for knowing she couldn’t afford to completely lose her humanity—she wouldn’t have forced herself, in the middle of that blazing heat, to take a second to wash her hands.

But the water did nothing to calm her down. If anything, it made her even more unhinged.

There was no time to go back to the bedroom.

She pinned Zhao Xunyin against the bathroom wall and took her right then and there.

Zhao Xunyin was Ren Feng.

Ren Feng was Zhao Xunyin.

Dominance was written into that woman’s bones, and across the body of that adorable, helpless little creature a great State-Owned C—ahem, a great metaphorical river-crab—slowly crawled past.

Shi Nanbei lifted her gaze slightly.

Looking at the woman in her arms—lost in pleasure because of her—the sight made her heart throb uncontrollably.

She kissed her. Zhao Xunyin kissed back.

Night closed in around them.

Shi Nanbei held her close and whispered that she liked her.

A low laugh.

“How much?”

“So much I’m practically overflowing,” she replied without shame.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

When Shi Nanbei woke up the next morning, she still hadn’t fully processed what she’d done.

She, a lifelong bottom, had topped. Topped in the most absolute sense.

She’d completely lost her mind, dragged her wife through several rounds, and the older woman still hadn’t opened her eyes—sound asleep from exhaustion.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

That was definitely an accident.

The real culprit was that Zhao Xunyin had cosplayed—cosplayed as the movie character Ren Feng, the one Shi Nanbei had adored since she was young.

Ren Feng!

Seduction was practically guaranteed.

Her switching from 0 to 1 was nothing but a one-time fluke, Shi Nanbei told herself with utmost sincerity.

Zeroes were zeroes—even if they top, they’re still zeroes.

Just once.

There would never be a second time.

And then, that very night, she returned home.

The door opened.

Inside stood Zhao Xunyin wearing a pilot’s uniform, sunglasses on, impossibly beautiful and imposing.

Oh.

The exact look of the female captain from Flying to the Blue Sky—her all-time favorite character.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Calm down.

Stay calm.

You cannot let yourself lose control just because she’s using her looks to seduce you.

You are a bottom. A bottom! Shi Nanbei screamed internally.

But Zhao Xunyin raised a hand, tugged lightly at the tie around her neck, hooked a finger, and popped open the top two buttons—revealing the elegant, pale collarbones of the captain.

Shi Nanbei had watched this movie in theaters with Wu Lili, and this exact scene had branded itself into her memory—utterly, devastatingly seductive.

Wu Lili had even said back then:

“If Zhao Xunyin ever does that in front of you, you’d turn into a wolf in one second flat.”

Do her. Do her hard!

Wu Lili’s voice was all that remained in her mind.

Zhao Xunyin even asked, “Want to fly a thousand miles today?”

Zhi Nanbei: “…”

Yes!

Shi Nanbei【aggrieved】：“Why are you going to such lengths to seduce me? What good does this do for you?”

Zhao Xunyin【cold smirk】：“Didn’t you say pregnancy should be the bottom’s responsibility? Fine. Then I’ll be the bottom. You be the top.”

Shi Nanbei【despairing】：“But I’m really a zero. I don’t want to top.”

Zhao Xunyin【smiling】：“You still don’t get it? You’re only a zero because I never bothered to seduce you. If I want to seduce you, then you have no choice but to be the one on top.”

Shi Nanbei【speechless】：“…”