After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 25

Thanks to Wu Lili’s round of teasing and jokes, Shi Nanbei decided to drop her plan of announcing her real relationship with Zhao Xunyin in the dorm.

Not only that, she even managed to talk herself into peace of mind.

This wasn’t her fault for keeping quiet. She’d already shown Wu Lili the most direct evidence.

It was Wu Lili who refused to believe it.

Yes, that’s right. It wasn’t that she didn’t say it.

It was that Wu Lili didn’t believe it.

After repeating this comforting logic to herself several times, Shi Nanbei finally managed to set her mind at ease. She relaxed completely, lay back on her dorm bed, and soon drifted into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was because Wu Lili had scared her one too many times over the past few days, but that night, Shi Nanbei had a bizarre dream.

In her dream, she got photographed off guard by Zhao Xunyin’s fans. The picture spread across the internet within half an hour, and suddenly the whole world knew.

Shi Nanbei was Zhao Xunyin’s wife.

Instantly, chaos erupted online.

“Zhao Xunyin must’ve been forced into marriage, right?”

“If they weren’t both women, I’d think this Shi Nanbei must’ve gotten pregnant and forced her hand.”

“Zhao Xunyin’s blind! How could she pick this silly airhead over our Shu Yu?”

“I bet that Shi Nanbei’s a homewrecker—ugh! She stole Zhao Xunyin from us!”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

I’m so wronged. So, so wronged.

But the nightmare didn’t end there.

Just when she thought she’d escaped the paparazzi and made it back safely to her dorm, the moment she stepped through the door, Wu Lili pounced, pressing her down on the desk beneath her bunk bed.

Out of nowhere, Wu Lili pulled a kitchen knife and held it to her throat, her voice dripping with cold fury.

“Shi Nanbei, I treated you like my closest friend, and you— you went and stole my wife? Do you have no shame? Tell me! Why didn’t you tell me you were Zhao Xunyin’s wife?”

Shi Nanbei almost burst into tears—no, she did burst into tears, but still, trembling, she tried to explain.

“I—I did tell you! I even showed you our photos! But you—you said they were photoshopped! What else was I supposed to do.”

Shi Nanbei, pitifulness +1.

But Wu Lili, in her jealous rage, wasn’t listening. Every time she looked at Shi Nanbei, she saw her beloved goddess in another woman’s arms.

Her mind filled with horrifying images of Zhao Xunyin and Shi Nanbei doing unspeakable things in bed.

The anger surged straight to her head. She gripped the knife tighter, eyes red like a demon, and growled through clenched teeth:

“What kind of love potion did you give Zhao Xunyin, huh?

She swore she’d never abandon me, but now she’s with you!

Do you have any idea how many years I’ve loved her?

I treated you like a sister—how could I not see you were such a sly little temptress,

a shameless homewrecker?”

“Shi Nanbei, I hate you!

I hate you, hate you, hate you!”

Terrified, Shi Nanbei had never seen Wu Lili look so demonic. She burst into loud sobs—so loud, in fact, that she cried herself awake.

And worse still, her wailing in the middle of the night woke up everyone else in the dorm too.

Wu Lili was especially furious. In her dream, she’d finally been with her goddess Zhao Xunyin, the dream just starting to get good, and right before the best part, when she was just about to, well, consummate her fantasy.

BAM.

Shi Nanbei’s crying yanked her back to reality.

If you were Wu Lili, wouldn’t you be furious?

Yes.

Utterly furious.

Wu Lili sat up in bed, hair a tangled mess, and glared at Shi Nanbei across the room.

“Shi Nanbei, what the hell are you crying for in the middle of the night? Did you fail an exam? Get scammed out of your money? Or what?

Do you even realize what an amazing dream you just ruined for me? Do you know how rare it is to dream of my goddess Zhao Xunyin? Now it’s gone! Just like that!”

Then she added with an exasperated sigh:

“And crying that hard this late at night, people are gonna think your wife ran off with someone else!

Come on, girl, even if that was true, you’re still young. It’s not like no one else will want you. Can’t you calm down?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

I’m afraid you’re the one who needs to calm down, Lili.

She hiccupped from crying, her big bright eyes watery like an abandoned kitten. She didn’t know what to say, only thought to herself:

Lili, oh Lili. You really don’t get it, do you? The problem isn’t that my wife ran off.

It’s that your wife ran off—with me.

Shi Nanbei had always been the kind of child who couldn’t keep a secret.

Now, seeing how genuinely concerned Wu Lili looked only made her feel guiltier about hiding her marriage.

The other roommates, worried by her silence, started asking gently if something had happened.

Had she fought with that older woman she married?

Because ever since they learned that Shi Nanbei’s wife was thirteen years older than her, they all teasingly referred to Zhao Xunyin as “the old woman.”

Shi Nanbei finally stopped crying, but hearing that made her tear up again.

After thinking it over again and again, she realized she couldn’t keep hiding it.

If her dream was any indication, the guilt might just drive her into depression before her first wedding anniversary.

So, after much hesitation, she decided to confess.

“I, I actually have something to tell you guys,” she began nervously. “But I’m scared. Please don’t hit me, don’t scold me, and—please—don’t poison me.”

Yang Shan, the calmest of the group, yawned and switched on her bedside lamp. “Alright, we won’t hit, scold, or poison you. Just tell us—what could possibly scare you so much you started bawling in your sleep?”

Shi Nanbei was silent for three seconds, then, gathering every ounce of courage, she declared:

“Actually, the truth is—that Film Queen Zhao Xunyin is my wife.

She’s the blind date my grandmother introduced me to.

The one who’s thirteen years older than me.”

The dorm fell silent.

Utterly, deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

This is torture.

After a long, tense pause, someone finally spoke:

“Nanbei, it’s the middle of the night. Did you have a nightmare or something? Don’t talk nonsense, okay?”

Your wife is Zhao Xunyin? Yeah right, and what, mine’s Guo Biting then?

But the first to react wasn’t the skeptic—it was Wu Lili.

She had just lain back down, but the moment she heard Shi Nanbei’s words, she shot upright again, staring across the room for several long minutes before asking,

“You’re serious? You’re not joking?”

Seeing the way Wu Lili’s expression darkened, Shi Nanbei suddenly recalled her nightmare.

The knife. The threats. The crying.

Her throat went dry.

She swallowed hard and said softly, trying to sound harmless:

“It’s true. That day the reporters caught photos of Zhao Xunyin—it was when she came home with me to meet my grandma. The paparazzi just happened to catch us talking afterward.”

The moment she said it, something clicked in Wu Lili’s mind.

Of course! That photo she’d seen on Weibo—the familiar-looking girl beside Zhao Xunyin.

It had been Shi Nanbei all along.

A flood washed over the Dragon King’s temple; she’d been raging at family.

The room fell silent again.

None of the girls knew what to say.

They were just ordinary people, the kind that melted into a crowd.

Who could’ve guessed one of them would end up married to a film queen?

A film queen, living right here in their dorm!

Yang Shan frowned thoughtfully. “Why are film queens just like those old rich men—getting successful first, then marrying college girls?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

That question really hit the soul.

And honestly, Shan, how should I know?

Another roommate chimed in, “So basically, we’ve got a rich woman in our dorm now?”

“She’s not rich.”

“But her wife is.”

Yang Shan nodded. “Then if they ever get divorced, Nanbei could get a huge settlement, right?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

I’ve been married less than a month and you’re already talking about divorce settlements?

Can’t you at least let me enjoy being a newlywed first?