After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 111

Shi Nanbei had just been scolded mercilessly, but she felt entirely innocent. After all, naming things had always been her weak point. From her gaming ID to her Weibo account, even her WeChat display name, everything had followed the same formula: “Nanbei Yi Haohan” (Nanbei-the-Hero). She had reportedly come up with it years ago simply after hearing the famous song Haohan Ge—a sudden burst of inspiration, nothing more.

“So, leaving the task of naming a child to me, it was always going to be difficult,” Shi Nanbei had complained to her colleagues in the hospital office.

Her intern colleague chuckled. “Sure, that’s true, but you can’t just randomly pick a name either.”

Zhao Dongxi, find Dongxi.

Honestly, Zhao Xunyin hadn’t even been angry about the name. If she hadn’t, it would have meant she didn’t care deeply.

“But this name really is beautiful and easy to remember,” Shi Nanbei insisted.

“Have you considered how the child might feel when she grows up? Every time someone calls her name, she’ll instinctively look down and start searching the floor,” her colleague sighed. “You’re in neurology, too. If nothing else works, maybe check yourself first—don’t let any brain issues get in the way.”

It took Shi Nanbei a long time to realize that her colleague had just called her crazy. She felt instantly wronged. “Then let her pick it herself! Why must it be me?”

Her colleague: “…”

Her colleague couldn’t help but admire Shi Nanbei’s reaction. Sometimes, when they ate together, they’d joke about it: with a personality as scatterbrained as hers, how on earth did top actress Zhao Xunyin ever fall for her?

Adorable as she was, Shi Nanbei was equally exasperating.

“If it really doesn’t work out, why don’t you consult your family?” her colleague sincerely suggested.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

That actually made sense.

So, after finishing rounds with her mentor and filing the reports, Shi Nanbei finally called her mother:

“Hello? Thirty thousand.” Unsurprisingly, her mother was playing cards again. Shi Nanbei often wondered whether her mother ran a restaurant or a mahjong parlor—eight times out of ten, her mom was always in the middle of a game whenever she called.

“Mom, are you busy?”

“Not really. What is it? Spit it out,” her mother said, as always, concise and to the point.

“We’re planning to have a child soon, but Xunyin asked me to name the baby. I just can’t think of a good one. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Naming a child?” Her mother paused. “Isn’t that something you two should decide together? Why call me?”

“Exactly because I can’t decide, that’s why I’m asking you.”

“I see. Whose surname will the baby take? Yours or old Zhao’s?” her mother asked.

“Xunyin’s. Her surname’s better—it’s one of the top ten surnames for romance protagonists on Jinjiang,” Shi Nanbei replied.

“Dang it! Hey—third round! House 80.” Her mother won that hand, and her tone improved slightly. “Xunyin’s surname? Then call her ‘Zhao Ren,’ or maybe ‘Zhao Qian’. Oh Zhangjie, I still need to find you twenty yuan.”

Shi Nanbei was silent for three seconds, then hung up. “…”

She almost forgot that when she was born, her mother had picked a name randomly, only to be scolded by her grandmother and then renamed her “Shi Nanbei.”

She really shouldn’t have had any illusions about her mother’s naming skills.

Shi Nanbei worried herself sleepless at night. Naming a child was harder than she’d imagined. She had thought her own names were lovely and easy to remember, but even Wu Lili, who treated her like a daughter, had scolded her after hearing the news.

“Scatterbrained, brainless, and even the baby would complain about the name,” Shi Nanbei thought, feeling utterly wronged.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xunyin merely observed, watching her wife toss and turn, unable to sleep over the child’s name. Shi Nanbei’s usually thick hair had thinned considerably from the stress.

“You really are inhuman. I always thought you were a little weird, but after marriage, you’ve only gotten weirder,” An He had commented to her old best friend. “And you didn’t even tell Nanbei you were pregnant? That’s too much. After all, she’s contributed a lot too, not just in bed at night, mind you.”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

She really couldn’t understand why her friend, after retiring from showbiz, had increasingly developed this pervy, middle-aged-man streak, dragging everything into that realm.

“Can you think about something healthy for a change? And as if it was my choice not to tell them! It was such a sweet and beautiful moment, and then the next second she turns around and names our baby ‘Zhao Dongxi.’” Zhao Xunyin sighed. “I’m seriously questioning how she even got into college.”

One a top student, one a high-achiever, one a med student in college for eight years—yet she names the child like this. Zhao Xunyin just couldn’t understand.

“Hahaha, though it really is unfair to the little cutie, every time I hear your kid’s name, I just can’t stop laughing,” An He cackled, though she restrained herself slightly, mindful that Zhao Xunyin’s unborn child was her kid’s fiancée. “Fine, fine, let’s drop it. Have you decided on a name yet? My daughter is named Qi Yu—I chose it. Sounds nice, right? You can use it as inspiration.”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

So, tell me, how do you even have the face to mock Shi Nanbei’s “naming skills” for a child?

In a quiet voice, Zhao Xunyin said, “Let’s call her Zhao Xianglan.”

“Zhao Xiangnan? Or Zhao Jiangnan?” An He couldn’t help but scold her again. “This is for naming a child, not for leaving some couple-y souvenir for yourselves. Is it really necessary?”

God, even naming a child has to be a show-off moment.

Ugh!

“It’ll be Nanxun,” Zhao Xunyin said with a soft laugh. “I hope she’ll be as lucky as I was, to find the one she truly loves.” The one who will always be real, always shine.

An He: “……”

“Though it’s a bit of a mouthful, fine. Let’s go with that,” An He finally said.

This damn sweet love, just looking at it makes your heart ache.

Even though Shi Nanbei still couldn’t decide on the child’s full name after racking her brain, Zhao Xunyin had already told her little “silly” that she was pregnant. At first, Shi Nanbei was still caught up in thoughts like “What name won’t get me beaten by my wife?” But when she heard Zhao Xunyin say she was pregnant, she casually replied, “Then I’ll pay my dues tonight.”

Zhao Xunyin was silent for three seconds: “……”

Shi Nanbei snapped back to reality and jumped up from the sofa. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Zhao Xunyin tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her face as she looked at the person standing before her. “I said, I’m pregnant.”

“Ah, pre—pregnant?” Shi Nanbei’s expression didn’t seem that different from usual, except her gaze went a little blank. She repeated Zhao Xunyin’s words twice, as if saying it more would somehow soften the shock. “Pregnant?”

Finally coming back to herself, Shi Nanbei looked at Zhao Xunyin seriously. “I’m thinking, what should we call the baby’s nickname?”

“Huh?” Zhao Xunyin hadn’t expected this reaction, so she didn’t immediately follow. “What?”

“Let’s call her ‘Little Sweetie,’” Shi Nanbei said, dropping to one knee and taking Zhao Xunyin’s hand in hers. “Because I’m the sweetest in the world, she should be the second.”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Is this really the reaction I wanted?

But it didn’t matter. For the next month or so, Shi Nanbei could often be found staring at Zhao Xunyin’s belly, lost in thought, with a smile like a husky or a Samoyed, making Zhao Xunyin pinch her ears more than once to no avail.

Maybe it was because Shi Nanbei took such good care of her, or maybe because Zhao Xunyin had relaxed, but throughout her pregnancy, she never felt particularly uncomfortable. Early symptoms were mild, and she only threw up a couple of times. Even the doctor said the baby was very obedient.

Hearing this, Zhao Xunyin breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t worried about much else—just a little about the child inheriting Shi Nanbei’s lively personality. Would she, like Shi Nanbei’s grandmother, constantly threaten to break the child’s legs?

Because of the pregnancy and the upcoming addition to their family, the apartment they bought near Shi Nanbei’s school slowly filled with baby supplies. Every item had been carefully selected by Shi Nanbei —after comparing three stores at least. Bottles, formula, diapers, onesies, crib, crawling mats, every detail was meticulously planned. Even the postpartum nurse remarked that Shi Nanbei had prepared everything perfectly—an excellent first-time mother.

Of course, Shi Nanbei wasn’t just focused on the baby. She took care of all Zhao Xunyin’s needs: meals, rest, daily life. When Zhao Xunyin attended two business events, Shi Nanbei stayed by her side the entire time. Even her manager commented that with a pregnancy, Zhao Xunyin was practically being pampered into uselessness by Shi Nanbei.

It made sense. Washing her hair and bathing her was one thing—but every morning, Shi Nanbei would prepare toothpaste and warm water for Zhao Xunyin, even handling every physical need that came with pregnancy, soothing her with the gentlest, perfect care.

Zhao Xunyin felt incredibly lucky it was her who was pregnant. Honestly, if it was Shi Nanbei, she couldn’t have possibly given the same level of care.

Ah, too perfect.

Of course, this perfection had a downside. On the second day after Little Sweetie was born, Zhao Xunyin watched Shi Nanbei holding the baby and feeding her so skillfully with a bottle. She began mentally calculating whether she should take advantage of Nanbei’s current “training” and have a second child?