After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 2

After the wedding, Shi Nanbei’s life went on exactly as before—classes, studying, labs, exams. It wasn’t that she had a big heart and didn’t care; it was just that Zhao Xunyin, her newlywed wife, had practically vanished right after they got married. If it wasn’t for their names printed in black and white on the marriage certificate, Shi Nanbei might’ve thought the whole thing had been a dream.

As for where her new wife had gone, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to find out—it was that she simply couldn’t. As a modern-day medical student, her first and foremost mission was: study, study, and study some more. Every time finals approached, she’d remember the fateful moment years ago when she listened to her high-school teacher’s “wise advice” and chose the path of medicine—truly a road of no return.

Ah, youthful folly.

A trending Weibo topic popped up as she was doom-scrolling in bed:

“As a current college student, what advice would you give to this year’s exam takers?”

Moved by the moment, Shi Nanbei—teary-eyed with emotion—typed a heartfelt reply:

“Whatever you do, don’t study medicine! I guarantee you’ll relive the college entrance exam every single finals week. :)”

Ten minutes later, her comment had nearly 300 likes, with the number still climbing. She was just scrolling through the replies when her roommate Wu Lili suddenly shrieked from the opposite bed.

“Oh my god! My goddess was in Chengdu last week!”

Shi Nanbei froze mid-scroll, her mind catching up a beat late. Wait a second, wasn’t Wu Lili’s so-called “goddess” the same person Shi Nanbei had married last week?

Zhao Xunyin?

“Lili, you mean Zhao Xunyin?” Shi Nanbei poked her head out from under her blanket and asked cautiously.

“Who else?” Wu Lili shot back, before launching into a lecture. “Why do you never remember my goddess? She’s so perfect! How can you not be her fan?”

Shi Nanbei pursed her lips, wanting to say something—but after a few seconds of inner struggle, decided silence was the safest option. She retreated into her blanket again.

Wu Lili, oblivious, sighed dramatically. “If I’d known she was in Chengdu, I’d have gone out every single day! Maybe I’d have run into her! What if she fell in love with me at first sight? I could’ve been married by now!”

With the other four roommates out, Shi Nanbei had no choice but to be Wu Lili’s emotional soundboard.

“You know,” Wu Lili went on, “my goddess was spotted in Qingyang District last Tuesday! A fan posted photos!”

That made Shi Nanbei sit bolt upright. “Qingyang District?!”

Wasn’t that where she and Zhao Xunyin had gone to get their marriage certificate last week? Don’t tell her they’d been secretly photographed?

A sudden panic swept over her. She had the overwhelming urge to message Zhao Xunyin right then and there to propose a divorce. Sure, Zhao Xunyin was beautiful, but Shi Nanbei was only twenty-one! She wasn’t ready to face a wave of online hate! If Zhao Xunyin’s fans ever found out their idol had married an unknown nobody like her, wouldn’t they tear her apart?

Wu Lili, however, continued nonchalantly, “Yeah, the post said my goddess was just passing through for a work shoot.”

Shi Nanbei exhaled in relief. Still, unease gnawed at her. Between her newlywed celebrity wife and her die-hard-fan roommate, she had to tread very carefully.

“Lili,” she began hesitantly, “what if—hypothetically—your goddess suddenly got married one day.”

“Shi Nanbei, shut up!” Wu Lili screamed, cutting her off. “I don’t want to hear it! My goddess would never get married! Not before I propose to her!”

Shi Nanbei gnawed at her fingers, wronged and speechless. But she really did get married. To me.

She tried again. “But”

“No buts!” Wu Lili declared with conviction. “My goddess would never abandon me!”

At that, Shi Nanbei quietly pulled out her phone and opened WeChat. Zhao Xunyin’s profile had no avatar—just a blank gray silhouette—and her username was simply “Yin.” The chat history between them contained only one automated line from when they first added each other:

“You have successfully added this contact. You can now start chatting!”

After a long pause, Shi Nanbei finally typed:

Nanbei the Hero: “You there?”

Immediately after sending it, she panicked and deleted it.

You recalled a message.

And then—ding. A reply popped up.

Yin: “What’s wrong?”

Shi Nanbei blinked. “You’re online?”

Realizing how dumb that sounded, she bit her lip and quickly added, “Uh, my roommate’s a die-hard fan of yours.”

Yin: “Mm. I know.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Shi Nanbei frowned. After a few seconds of mental debate, she sent another message:

Nanbei the Hero: “When are you coming back?”

Yin: “Why? Miss me already? Can’t wait for the wedding night?”

Shi Nanbei’s eyes widened. She stared at the screen, utterly speechless. If she didn’t reply, it felt like she was letting Zhao Xunyin get away with teasing her—but if she did reply, what on earth was she supposed to say? After a long battle with herself, she finally sent a sticker:

I’ve reported you to the police.jpg

Ten minutes passed. No reply.

Shi Nanbei started to worry she’d offended her. Should she apologize? But she hadn’t done anything wrong! The overthinking made her stomach twist—and then she remembered she hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch.

She peeked out from her blanket. “Lili, want to grab dinner?”

Wu Lili groaned without moving. “Nah. I’ve got anatomy lab this afternoon. I’ll just stay hungry.”

In medical school, “anatomy lab” meant meeting the da ti laoshi—their respectful term for donated cadavers. Wu Lili, who specialized in cardiac surgery, often fainted in those classes, but she still forced herself to go.

“Okay then.” Shi Nanbei mumbled, a little pitifully.

Wu Lili cracked open an eye and sighed. That soft, doe-eyed face—pure, beautiful, heartbreakingly innocent—made her feel like the bad guy in some tragic love story. “You’re hungry, huh?”

Shi Nanbei rested her chin on the edge of her bed, blinking her big eyes and nodding adorably. “Mm-hmm.”

Wu Lili stared at her for a full minute before covering her face and groaning. “Shi Nanbei, do you realize that if you keep looking at me like that, I might actually do something stupid?”

Shi Nanbei blinked. “Huh? What stupid thing?”

Wu Lili: “…”

Breaking news: Famous medical university dorm scandal! Roommate allegedly attacks innocent bunny girl! Is it moral collapse—or loss of reason?

She was doomed.

Wu Lili pointed at her dramatically. “My heart and soul belong to Zhao Xunyin! Nanbei, you mustn’t tempt me into doing anything irreversible! I will never betray my goddess!”

Shi Nanbei, pure and clueless, could only stare. But I wasn’t even trying to tempt you.

In the end, Wu Lili gave in and took her to dinner anyway.

When they got outside, Shi Nanbei checked her phone—Zhao Xunyin had finally replied:

“I’ll be back this weekend. :)”

That smiley face somehow felt threatening. But maybe she was overthinking. Zhao Xunyin had no reason to hold a grudge against her, right? Maybe it really was just a normal smile emoji.

Then Shi Nanbei suddenly remembered—their age gap.

She was twenty-one. Zhao Xunyin was thirty-four.

Thirteen years apart. Practically a generational divide.

“Lili,” she asked seriously, “what would you do if you ended up married to someone thirteen years older than you?”

Wu Lili froze, looked her up and down, then muttered, “With your face, it’s no wonder older people would like you. But promise me this—you better marry the richest older person you can find.”

Wu Lili had always been the “worldly wise” one in the dorm, so Shi Nanbei fell silent.

She didn’t know if Zhao Xunyin was the richest woman alive—but she was definitely an older one.

Thirty-four. A whole zodiac cycle older. Old enough to be my mom, Shi Nanbei thought miserably. Couldn’t her grandma have set her up with someone closer to her age?

If she thought any further down that road, she was pretty sure her imagination would get censored by Jinjiang. So instead, she pulled out her phone again and edited her contacts list:

Edit Remark → “Old Woman.”

Satisfied, she hit Save.

“Come on, hurry up!” Wu Lili called from ahead. “Didn’t you say you were starving?”

“Coming!” Shi Nanbei tucked her phone back into her bag and jogged to catch up.

Even if she felt slightly better now, the truth remained—she was married to Zhao Xunyin.

Would Grandma break her legs if she filed for divorce this soon?