After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 32

After washing up and climbing into bed, Shi Nanbei’s mind was still a tangled mess.

She couldn’t stop replaying that kiss with Zhao Xunyin beneath the tree—every detail burned into her memory, down to the faint flutter of Zhao Xunyin’s eyelashes.

This is bad. Really bad.

Shi Nanbei pressed a hand to her chest and exhaled slowly.

It felt like she had completely fallen for that older woman.

But to be fair, older women did have their own kind of charm.

They knew all the sweet spots that younger girls had—they just got people like her.

Zhao Xunyin’s kisses were always soft, her touch gentle. When she held Shi Nanbei, she’d slip a hand behind her head, worried the rough bark might hurt her.

After kissing her, she would cup Shi Nanbei’s face tenderly, gaze like water, and whisper,

“I can’t bear to leave you either. Believe me, as long as I have the time, I’ll come back to see you.”

Honestly, who could resist that?

Her teenage idol standing before her, gentle and considerate, calling her “wife” over and over in that calm, coaxing tone.

Holding her chubby little hand, praising her for being cute, calling her the best girl she’d ever met.

Sure, Shi Nanbei knew most of what Zhao Xunyin said probably wasn’t true.

But no matter how she reasoned with herself, she couldn’t bring herself to reject that kind of tenderness.

After all, this was Ren Feng, her idol, her jiejie and now—her wife.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Shi Nanbei buried her face in the pillow, groaning.

This older woman was going to be the death of her!

Just picturing Zhao Xunyin’s gentle face under that tree made her cheeks flush hot.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice Wu Lili calling her several times from the opposite bed.

“Nanbei? Nanbei!”

“Huh?” Shi Nanbei blinked back to reality. “What’s up?”

Wu Lili looked at her dazed expression and felt an overwhelming wave of motherly affection.

If her orientation wasn’t straight, she probably would’ve made a move long ago.

After all—who wouldn’t want a soft, sweet girl like Shi Nanbei?

She’s so cute. I really do want one, Wu Lili thought with a sigh.

Boys just couldn’t compare.

“Why are you spacing out?” Wu Lili asked gently. “Did you check Weibo yet?”

“Weibo?” Shi Nanbei blinked, confused. “No, I just got back from my date with Zhao Xunyin. When would I have time for Weibo?”

Wu Lili: “…”

Sometimes she really didn’t know whether to call Shi Nanbei big-hearted or just brainless.

At that moment, Yang Shan—who was busy typing her BL novel on the lower bunk—turned around and added, “You seriously haven’t heard? Shu Yu got divorced.”

“Who?” Shi Nanbei looked completely blank.

Yang Shan: “…”

Wu Lili: “…”

If this girl ever dies, it’ll be because she’s too stupid to live.

Wu Lili rubbed her temples, trying not to scream. “Nanbei, are you seriously brainless? Do you ever use that thing called a mind?”

Shi Nanbei looked utterly lost. “?”

“What did I do this time?”

“Shu Yu is Zhao Xunyin’s ex,” Yang Shan said flatly, without even turning around. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Shu Yu is.”

If Yang Shan hadn’t added that last line, Shi Nanbei honestly would’ve asked who Shu Yu was.

But after that jab, realization finally dawned.

Wait, Shu Yu.

Wasn’t she Zhao Xunyin’s only publicly known ex?

The other half of that once-famous “Double Queens Romance” that had taken the internet by storm?

Okay, yeah. That was kind of a big deal.

Shi Nanbei quickly grabbed her phone and opened Weibo.

Sure enough, the top trending search was #ShuYuDivorced, marked with a big red “Hot” tag.

Strangely, though, she didn’t feel much. Just mild curiosity.

She clicked the tag, but the app lagged, the page refusing to load.

Before it finished refreshing, Wu Lili spoke again:

“Nanbei, whatever you do, stay calm, okay? Our country has laws against domestic violence.”

Wu Lili had always been biased toward Zhao Xunyin—her idol, after all—and was terrified that once Shi Nanbei saw the news, she’d lose control and go beat her idol to death.

That would be catastrophic.

Shi Nanbei blinked, utterly confused. “?”

Domestic violence? What was she even talking about?

She was about to ask Wu Lili to clarify when the Weibo video finally loaded.

It was an interview clip of Shu Yu.

Despite the years that had passed, Shu Yu was still stunning—elegant and cold, the perfect archetype of a domineering CEO straight out of a Jinjiang yuri novel.

The video showed her being surrounded by reporters as she left her company building.

After all, her ex-lover had just announced her marriage online—of course the media would swarm in for comments.

“Miss Shu,” a reporter called, “do you have any thoughts on your ex, Zhao Xunyin, announcing her marriage?”

At the mention of the name, Shu Yu’s expression faltered for the briefest moment.

Though she worked in an industry adjacent to entertainment, everyone knew Shu Yu was notoriously difficult.

Normally, she ignored interviews entirely—if reporters pestered her, her PR team would send a lawyer’s letter within hours.

But this time, for some reason, she didn’t walk away.

This time, she answered.

And the moment she did, the reporters practically buzzed with excitement, like they’d just been injected with caffeine.

“Yes,” one of them pressed eagerly, “your ex—Miss Zhao Xunyin—recently revealed on Weibo that she’s married. What are your thoughts, President Shu?”

Shu Yu’s cold, finely sculpted face showed a rare flicker of surprise before the camera.

“She got married?”

She had always spoken with composure and precision, never one to hesitate or dodge a question. Yet now, when someone mentioned the one person she could never quite let go of, she froze.

It had truly been many years—so many that no one had dared bring up Zhao Xunyin’s name in front of her for a long time. Of course, she knew Zhao Xunyin was doing well. She’d won countless awards, starred in numerous films and even dated several rather good partners. Shu Yu had thought that was the end of it.

All the love and hatred, the rights and wrongs between them—none of it could be neatly summarized in a few words. She really had wronged that person. That was why, when they finally broke up, Zhao Xunyin had said,

“I’ll just pretend you’re dead. I’m a widow now.”

And what had Shu Yu replied back then?

She remembered. She’d said, “That’s fine.”

Later, when she was about to leave, Zhao Xunyin had quietly asked from behind her,

“Will you marry someone else?”

“I will,” Shu Yu had answered.

That had always been her path—her duty. It didn’t matter if she ended up with someone she didn’t even know. That was what she’d believed.

After hearing that, Zhao Xunyin had smiled faintly and said, “I won’t.”

Shu Yu couldn’t quite describe what she’d felt at that moment. She’d known Zhao Xunyin well—knew that she was the type to never let go of a grudge, fiery and proud in her youth. So when, in the following years, she saw Zhao Xunyin date one person after another but never seriously discuss marriage with any of them, she thought Zhao Xunyin was still getting back at her.

Never had she imagined that one day, she would hear of Zhao Xunyin’s marriage from someone else’s lips.

Married. That’s fine, too.

By now, it had indeed been many years since they’d last met.

“Yes,” the reporter said, “she married a non-celebrity girlfriend.”

“President Shu, how do you feel about this? Your former lover suddenly having a flash marriage.”

“President Shu, did you know about it beforehand?”

“Will you be invited to the wedding?”

“Do you have anything you’d like to say to Zhao Xunyin?”

At that, Shu Yu slowly blinked, paused for a beat, then looked at the reporter who’d asked the last question and said calmly,

“I congratulate her.”

Congratulations, Zhao Xunyin.

The video ended there, the screen fading to black. Then a line of text appeared:

“According to our sources, Tianhao Entertainment’s chairwoman Shu Yu filed for divorce at 3 p.m. this afternoon, shortly after completing this interview.”

The interview itself had already been sensational enough to excite gossip lovers, but news of Shu Yu’s divorce filing immediately afterward made the public even more convinced—she still hadn’t moved on from Zhao Xunyin.

Once the video was released, the entertainment industry was shaken. Weibo servers even crashed from the sheer volume of traffic.

After so many years, Shu Yu and Zhao Xunyin appearing together again on social media brought back memories of the “Double Queens” romance that had once taken the internet by storm.

Under the video, the comments exploded:

“Oh my god, that look—she’s clearly not over her! She divorced for Zhao Xunyin? That’s real love!”

“+10086 to the comment above! Shu Yu definitely hasn’t moved on 😭 Shu Yu, seriously, if you never got over her, why’d you get married in the first place? Was your brain slammed in a door? Now that Zhao Xunyin’s married, are you trying to be the other woman?”

“I’m already imagining this as a CEO-angst novel, don’t stop me! 🍋 Shu Yu and Zhao Xunyin were my ultimate white moonlight couple!”

“Ah, the lovers who never made it in the end, so tragic. Does anyone still remember the glory days of the Double Queens romance? They really loved each other.”

“I’ve waited years for them to reconcile, only to see Shu Yu marry someone else and Zhao Xunyin marry, too.”

“This feels exactly like the start of a heartbreak novel.”

“Is it just me, or is Shu Yu’s behavior actually terrible? She was the one who dumped Zhao back then, the one who got married first, and now that Zhao’s finally moved on and found happiness, she suddenly files for divorce? Seriously?”

“Exactly! Shu Yu’s a scumbag. When she got married, Zhao Xunyin didn’t even know—reporters ambushed Zhao outside her home, and the look on her face then, that forced smile, who still remembers it?”

“Yeah, total scum.”

“But Shu Yu did love Zhao Xunyin deeply once, didn’t she?”

“Let’s protect our Xunyin. She’s married now—whoever she’s with must be a wonderful girl to have helped her move on 🍋 Shu Yu, go deal with your own drama and leave our Xunyin out of it.”

“Exactly! Have some dignity +1008611.”

After scrolling through the comments, Shi Nanbei finally closed the Weibo post and let out a slow breath.

From across the room, Wu Lili—who had been watching her carefully—asked, “Are you okay?” Then she immediately realized how redundant that question was.

Who would be okay, seeing their wife’s ex suddenly announce a divorce because of her?

“Don’t worry,” Wu Lili quickly added. “Our Xunyin isn’t that kind of person!”

Truly, she was the ultimate fan—comforting her roommate while still managing to defend her idol in the same breath.

“We all know how good Xunyin-jie is. She’s not the fickle type!”

Shi Nanbei gave her a look, speechless. “Xunyin? Jie?”

How many different names was Wu Lili going to come up with for Zhao Xunyin in one day?

Hmph. What a cursed magnet for peach blossoms.