After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 47

Because Zhao Xunyin posted a new Weibo, her fans—who had only just calmed down—were instantly stirred up again. The hashtag #ZhaoXunyinWifeStudying shot to third place on Weibo’s trending list. A washed-up singer had been preparing to release a new song today, hyping it up for ages and even hiring bots to boost it online. Just as they were starting to make a ripple, Zhao Xunyin—the professional “Weibo ghost” known for suddenly showing affection—posted about her love life, and the trending spotlight was completely stolen. The singer was furious, nearly cursing at home in frustration.

By now, the public had somewhat processed the news of Zhao Xunyin’s marriage. After all, she was thirty-four; it wasn’t shocking for a female celebrity to marry at that age. But people were intensely curious about her mysterious wife—who could have tamed the film queen and brought her back to domestic life? Finally, Zhao Xunyin’s Weibo post gave them a glimpse, and naturally, the comment section was swarming.

The netizens truly had too much time on their hands. They even went so far as to dig up the keychain that Shi Nanbei had given Zhao Xunyin yesterday, compared it to the one shown in Zhao Xunyin’s Weibo post today, and then flooded the comments section with teasing remarks:

“Did anyone else notice? Zhao Xunyin’s wife totally gives bottom energy, but Zhao Xunyin doesn’t seem all that eager to be a top either. Especially after her wife called herself a T yesterday, hahahaha, that must’ve set her off.”

“What’s wrong with being a T? Do Ts not have human rights now? Zhao Xunyin’s wife can’t call herself a T just because she looks like that? Even long-haired girls can be T, okay?”

“So, they’re both bottoms? But if both are bottoms, then who’s the top?? [Doraemon shocked face]”

“Zhao Xunyin, Zhao Xunyin, wouldn’t it be great if you married me instead? [dog emoji] I’m willing to top for love.”

“Why are the people above so shameless? Are you even a top? Xunyin, look over here—I’m the real deal, an iron-hoofed top!”

“Goddamn iron-hoofed top—shut up already! Zhao Xunyin and her wife are doing perfectly fine, okay? Aside from that one time she showed affection to Shu Yu ten years ago, when has she ever done that for anyone else? That’s got to be true love!”

Modern technology, however, could still be a double-edged sword—especially for public figures like them. Shu Yu… even after nearly a decade, people still remembered and brought her up on Zhao Xunyin’s Weibo.

As Zhao Xunyin scrolled through the comments, she noticed that once someone mentioned Shu Yu, the floodgates opened. One after another, people began reminiscing about her past relationship with Shu Yu, reviving a chapter she thought had long been buried.

Some were true, some exaggerated, some she barely remembered. Soon, the netizens began speculating about the breakup:

Some said Shu Yu’s family forced it, her father disliking Zhao Xunyin.

Others claimed Zhao Xunyin cheated on set with another actress, leaving Shu Yu heartbroken.

Some believed the whole thing was publicity; once Shu Yu found true love, she naturally split with Zhao Xunyin.

Others argued Zhao Xunyin never really loved Shu Yu, only staying with her to gain resources at Tianhao Entertainment. Poor Shu Yu, who genuinely loved her, nearly clashed with her family, only to see Zhao Xunyin’s true colors and part ways.

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help but marvel at their imagination.

In the first few years after parting with Shu Yu, she hadn’t even understood why they broke up. It had felt natural, unremarkable—but the story inevitably ended with separation. Over time, as she reflected and met more people, she gradually realized the real reason: it wasn’t a lack of love. They parted out of exhaustion.

Both were too busy, too strong-willed, each with their own life, unwilling to compromise. Meeting less and less, when they did meet, they didn’t even know what to say. They still loved each other—but day by day, year by year, neither would yield. Separation was inevitable.

Perhaps it was for the best. Life is like that: if you could always get everything you wanted, living would lose its meaning. Zhao Xunyin glanced at the girl at the desk, reciting her lines, lost in thought. Somehow, she remembered something her boss Qi Yu said before her blind date with Shi Nanbei:

“Dwelling on the past isn’t healthy.”

Her boss, who had quietly witnessed her relationship with Shu Yu, rarely gave opinions. But that day, when Zhao Xunyin mentioned returning to Chengdu for a blind date, Qi Yu broke her silence:

“Using someone new to forget someone else is actually the best choice.”

“But what if I still love Shu Yu?” she asked.

“Love doesn’t exist in a single chapter. Whether that person is gone or not, your love continues. Love, in itself, is continuation.” Her boss had a philosophical mind. Zhao Xunyin didn’t always understand her—but that day, she did. “To love again, to embrace life’s wonders—that’s your task, not to wallow endlessly in loss.”

She had indeed mourned that loss for years. Perhaps she wasn’t a monogamous soul. Before fully forgetting Shu Yu, she had met one person after another. She tried to forget—but memories always resurfaced.

Eventually, she realized that perhaps her remaining years were meant to cherish that failed love. She lived alone for a while, until the day she let go of resentment, returned to Chengdu, and met a girl—beginning the next chapter of her story.

Love, in itself, is continuation. Perhaps her heart still held a trace of love for Shu Yu—the person she once wanted to spend her life with—but she no longer clung to it. She remembered past love and directed it to Shi Nanbei. That, she realized, was love’s true meaning.

“What are you thinking about?” Shi Nanbei’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“About what to eat tonight,” she replied, watching her delicate wife leave the desk and approach her. Her skin was fair, her eyes big, double-lidded, her face round and soft. Bending slightly, she said:

“Weren’t you going back to Shanghai this morning? It’s already noon.”

“Did I say that?” Zhao Xunyin leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth—sweet and fragrant. “Do you want me to go back to Shanghai?”

“Aren’t you busy?” Shi Nanbei said softly.

Zhao Xunyin chuckled, instinctively asking: “Did you overhear my call yesterday?” referring to Shu Yu. Her intuition told her Shi Nanbei had heard the conversation, though she hadn’t reacted.

“Yeah.” Shi Nanbei’s expression remained casual. Bending had grown tiring, so she settled into Zhao Xunyin’s lap, finding a comfortable spot.

“Don’t you have any questions?” Zhao Xunyin stroked her smooth hair.

“Questions about what?” Shi Nanbei asked.

“You don’t seem to care at all.” Zhao Xunyin said. Maybe it was being around a child that made her feel childish. In the past, having such a sensible, obedient girlfriend would’ve been a dream—yet here, with Shi Nanbei, she found herself wanting her to get jealous.

“That’s my ex. What’s there to ask?”

“What’s there to ask? It’s just an ex,” Shi Nanbei replied matter-of-factly, unfazed. “I’ve read a few fanfics about you two. It’s all just drama, revenge, and romance.”

Huh. The kid really didn’t care.

“She invited me to meet tonight. What do you think?” Zhao Xunyin asked, unsure if she meant it seriously or to see Shi Nanbei flustered. Shi Nanbei misunderstood, thinking Zhao Xunyin invited her, and immediately refused:

“I have finals. No time to go anywhere. Even if it was the head of state, I’d still be too busy.”

“Then go alone. I can’t come with you.”

Zhao Xunyin froze: “Why do you think I need you there?”

“You’re in your thirties. You should handle things yourself,” Shi Nanbei lectured, adopting a mature tone. “It’s your ex, not mine, and I’ve got finals. Running around with you wastes time.”

Zhao Xunyin: Fair enough. No argument.

“I never meant to ask you to come,” she clarified. She wouldn’t let Shi Nanbei think she was too cowardly to meet an ex alone—way too unbecoming of a movie queen.

“Then why did you mention it?” Shi Nanbei asked.

Zhao Xunyin: Just talking too much, okay?

She truly admired her wife. She wanted to know what mattered to Shi Nanbei enough to make her nervous.

“Enough, I have to eat. Then I need to study,” Shi Nanbei said seriously, lifting her head from Zhao Xunyin’s lap. “Love, be good. I’m busy with finals. Talking ten minutes with you and driving over an hour is already a lot of indulgence, understand? I must prioritize state affairs.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Zhao Xunyin said expressionlessly.

In response came a sweet kiss. Zhao Xunyin closed her eyes, sighing slightly. Loving someone like Shi Nanbei—she realized—it was almost impossible not to fall completely.