After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 30

After a moment of silence, Shi Nanbei corrected her roommate seriously. “She’s my wife.”

“No problem at all.” Wu Lili instantly changed her tone and said enthusiastically, “Then may I ask—was that my roommate’s wife speaking just now?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

How did this person switch sides so fast?

Where’s your backbone?

“Yes, it was her,” Shi Nanbei admitted honestly. Anyway, judging from Wu Lili’s pervy excitement, even if she denied it, Wu Lili would find a way to make her admit it.

Then she heard a high-pitched scream from her roommate on the other end of the line. During the pause, Shi Nanbei turned toward the woman beside her and explained softly, “It’s my roommate. She wants to know if you’ve come to the campus.”

Zhao Xunyin responded with a quiet “Mm,” and after a moment, she remembered, “Is that the one who said she has a lifelong grudge against you for stealing her wife?”

Shi Nanbei’s soul nearly left her body. Of course she could hear the teasing in Zhao Xunyin’s tone. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“What happened?” Zhao Xunyin asked, genuinely curious. Seeing Shi Nanbei’s expression—like a warrior walking to her doom—she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person this roommate was. Shi Nanbei, with her shameless, bouncy personality, actually had someone she was afraid of?

“Did something happen?” Zhao Xunyin pressed again.

“I’m not sure. I think she just wants to meet you or something.” Before Shi Nanbei could even finish, Wu Lili’s shriek came through the phone:

“MOMMY! My dearest mommy! Have mercy on your poor child and let me meet your wife, please! Please, mommy!”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Who’s your mommy? I’m not raising a daughter who wants to steal my wife.

After a long pause, her kind heart got the better of her. She nervously bit her fingernail and looked up at Zhao Xunyin with puppy eyes. “Um, my roommate wants to meet you. Would that be okay?”

Since Zhao Xunyin’s visit to Chengdu was kept strictly confidential, Shi Nanbei looked visibly hesitant. “If it’s not convenient, it’s fine. I can tell her no.”

But Zhao Xunyin hadn’t forgotten what Shi Nanbei’s grandmother told her before—that when Shi Nanbei was young, she used to regret never having anything worth bragging about to her friends. So even though this trip was meant to be discreet, Zhao Xunyin couldn’t bear to crush her wife’s little dream of showing off.

Her eyes curved into a smile. “I don’t mind. My wife says it’s fine, so it’s fine.”

Then, resting her chin in her palm, she added teasingly, “As long as my wife doesn’t get jealous.”

Shi Nanbei’s face instantly turned red. She turned away awkwardly and muttered into the phone, “We’re at the third floor of the cafeteria.”

“Okay, Mommy, wait for me!” Wu Lili chirped before hanging up.

Shi Nanbei stared at the ended call with a heavy heart. For a moment, she felt conflicted. Was Wu Lili, a crazy fan?

Zhao Xunyin had been in the industry for years. With that face capable of toppling nations, there must be plenty of fans like Wu Lili—maybe even more extreme ones.

But if her identity as Zhao Xunyin’s wife were ever exposed, wouldn’t all the embarrassing things she’d done as a kid—like pantsing her male classmate, breaking a senior’s nose in first grade, or leading a class escape in fourth grade—get dug up?

It wasn’t that she was worried about what Zhao Xunyin would think. She just feared her grandmother would really break her legs if she found out.

Maybe marrying a celebrity wasn’t such a great idea after all.

What a headache.

Just as she was lost in thought, an arm suddenly draped over her shoulder. Zhao Xunyin leaned closer and teased, “What’s this? Your roommate isn’t even here yet and you’re already jealous?”

“She’s your die-hard fan,” Shi Nanbei said worriedly. “I just hope you won’t get scared.”

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help laughing. She was an award-winning actress, after all—she’d seen it all. Was there really anything to be afraid of?

Reaching out, she pinched Shi Nanbei’s cheek gently. “You’re right, Your Majesty. Then Your Majesty must protect this humble concubine well.”

For some reason, those words ignited a heroic sense of mission in Shi Nanbei. She vowed silently to protect her “fragile” wife, her face so solemn it looked like she was about to sacrifice her life for the empire.

Watching Shi Nanbei’s over-the-top expression, Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help but smile with delight. After that, Shi Nanbei picked up the menu and asked what she wanted to eat. Before Zhao Xunyin could answer, her assistant said, “One serving of poached cabbage.”

“Huh?” Shi Nanbei blinked, glancing between Zhao Xunyin and the assistant. Thinking the assistant was just being polite, she said hesitantly, “Don’t worry, I’m rich.”

You won’t bankrupt me from one meal.

The assistant: “…”

That’s not the point.

Since there was no one else in the private room and wearing masks while eating was inconvenient, Zhao Xunyin took hers off, resting her chin on her hand as she smiled. “Oh? You’re rich? How much do you have?”

Shi Nanbei replied seriously, “My monthly allowance is three thousand yuan.”

Zhao Xunyin matched her seriousness. “Wow, that’s so much money.”

The assistant: “…”

Are you two for real?

Then Shi Nanbei suddenly asked, “Wait, does my allowance count as private money?”

“Hm?” Zhao Xunyin didn’t catch her meaning.

Shi Nanbei explained earnestly, “They say after you get married, you have to hand over all your money to your wife. But I don’t have a job yet, and my allowance comes from the savings my parents and grandma set up for me. So it’s not private money.”

She paused, then asked the crucial part. “So, I don’t need to hand it over, right?”

Zhao Xunyin nearly burst out laughing. “I never asked you to give me your money.”

What was this kid thinking? She was an award-winning actress—would she really care about a student’s savings?

But before Zhao Xunyin could process that thought, Shi Nanbei brightened up and said sincerely, “That’s good. Don’t worry, once I start working, I’ll give all my earnings to you.”

That was actually the first time anyone had ever said such a thing to Zhao Xunyin. She chuckled softly. “So obedient—handing over all your earnings to me?”

“Of course,” Shi Nanbei nodded. “You’re my wife.”

Zhao Xunyin was about to praise her when she suddenly realized something. Wait—if Shi Nanbei didn’t need to hand over her allowance because she wasn’t working yet, then didn’t that mean she, Zhao Xunyin, who had been working for years, was the one supposed to hand over her income?

She frowned slightly at the thought. “So, does that mean I have to turn in my salary?”

Shi Nanbei looked a little embarrassed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Zhao Xunyin exhaled, relieved—until Shi Nanbei continued, her tone hopeful, “But if you want to hand it over, I can keep it safe for you.”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

So that was where this was going.

The assistant couldn’t hold back a laugh. When Zhao Xunyin shot her a look, she instantly went quiet again—but her expression clearly said: Don’t glare at me. Your wife’s the one who said it, not me.

“Alright,” Zhao Xunyin said finally, half amused, half indulgent. “If that’s the custom here in Chengdu, I’ll play along. My income’s handled by a financial foundation anyway—I don’t even know how much I have. I’ll get someone to prepare a statement for you.”

Shi Nanbei blinked. “A statement? What for?”

Zhao Xunyin said calmly, “To know how much I’m handing over, of course. I have to get the numbers from my accountant.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Her wife was that rich?

Nice. Marrying a celebrity really had its perks! By marriage law and sheer luck, she was practically a rich lady now!

Beaming, Shi Nanbei turned to the assistant. “You heard that, right? She’s giving me all her money, so I’m rich. Order more food. Don’t be polite—you’ve been taking care of her all this time. It’s the least I can do.”

Then, in complete seriousness, she added, “Also, eating only boiled cabbage isn’t healthy. Humans are omnivores and need protein daily. You need meat, fruits, and vegetables to maintain your energy. Just cabbage won’t do.”

The assistant: “…”

Okay, we get it, you study medicine. You don’t have to diagnose me.

She glanced at her boss, who had the look of a woman utterly whipped by her wife, and suddenly felt a wave of existential despair.

So much dog food. She was full.

God, she really needed a girlfriend.

Still, she stuck to her principles and said firmly, “One poached cabbage.”

“Just that? You really don’t want anything else?” Shi Nanbei pressed.

The assistant couldn’t stand that pleading, wide-eyed look—like a wronged little first love. But with her boss gazing adoringly at her wife, she didn’t dare say much.

Instead, she smiled sweetly and replied, “Of course I’ll have something else. That was for Ms. Zhao.”

Shi Nanbei’s eyes widened. She turned to Zhao Xunyin in disbelief. “Wait—you’re broke?”

Didn’t she just say she was a rich lady?

So rich she didn’t even know how much she had—and now she could only afford boiled cabbage?

What kind of bankruptcy speedrun was this?