After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 57

At this moment, Zhao Xunyin’s despair was something her manager could hardly comprehend.

It wasn’t that her manager lacked sympathy; the incident had simply happened too suddenly, too dramatically—and Shi Nanbei’s reaction was completely unexpected.

Both Zhao Xunyin and her manager had imagined what it would look like if Shi Nanbei really debuted. It wouldn’t have been some grand, over-the-top spectacle, but at the very least, it would have been proper, professional. Yet no matter how carefully they planned, they never anticipated Shi Nanbei would appear on camera in this way.

“You fly to Chengdu every other day for no reason; even a blind person would know your wife is there. Those reporters were literally sniffing around, waiting to get a shot of her,” her manager said bluntly, showing no mercy. “It’s not that our team wasn’t trying to protect her—they just got completely blindsided. And those reporters? They were shameless. They actually pretended to be drivers and rear-ended your wife’s car while following her.”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Were reporters really willing to go to this extreme for a story?

Her manager sighed, shaking her head. “Think about it. You’ve finally gotten an award after all these years. Hits on trending searches with ‘breaking’ in the title—maybe two or three times tops. Your wife? She comes along, and boom, trending immediately. She’s got a real ‘hot search’ aura. If she debuts, she’ll be a literal cash cow.”

Seeing Zhao Xunyin’s increasingly sour expression, her manager finally tried to comfort her. “You should take it easy. Sometimes things just happen by chance. Many people never get a single moment of exposure in their whole lives, and your wife? She’s already trending at number one on Weibo.”

Her manager rambled on, only to go silent the moment Zhao Xunyin gave her a cold glare.

“Why get so fierce? Didn’t you just say the truth?” Zhao Xunyin thought miserably. Indeed, her wife was number one on Weibo’s trending list.

Hmph. The injustice!

Zhao Xunyin, out of options, finally called her wife, Shi Nanbei, to ask what had happened. It took a long time for Shi Nanbei to pick up.

Once connected, Zhao Xunyin had no control over being at the TV station’s backstage. She quickly asked, “Where are you now? How’s everything handled? Is anyone hurt?”

Her wife couldn’t have cared less and replied excitedly:

“Huh? How did you know someone hit my car? Don’t worry, I’m fine! Just some scratches on the back. We’re waiting for the traffic police now.

Oh, and get this—the guy who hit my car is your fan! He loves your performance as Ren Feng just like I do! He also ships Suisha Girl’s official couple and even said he wants to give me their autographs! Can you believe it? Finding someone like that is so rare!”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

She suddenly recalled her manager mentioning that her wife had already become “bros” with the other driver. She had thought it was just her manager exaggerating—but apparently, it was true.

Even at 34, after weathering many storms, Zhao Xunyin had never met anyone as blissfully clueless as her wife.

She was speechless.

“Do you realize you’re trending on Weibo?” Zhao Xunyin asked, half-despairing.

“Huh? Me? Trending? When? But I wasn’t even with you!” Shi Nanbei responded, utterly unaware of the situation.

Her complete ignorance only made Zhao Xunyin angrier.

“When someone hit your car,” she said, exasperated.

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help but ask her wife, “You haven’t realized yet that the person who hit you is a reporter?”

Shi Nanbei paused, then started recalling: “Oh, yeah! Now that you mention it. When the accident happened, the guy got out, didn’t even check his car, just kept chatting with me. Asked whose car it was—I said it was my wife’s.

Then he asked when I got married. I said not long ago. Asked what I was doing—I said studying.”

After rambling, even someone as naive as Shi Nanbei realized that the overly chatty guy who hit her car was a reporter.

Zhao Xunyin was furious.

She vented nonstop, as if pouring out a bucket of beans:

“You only just realized he’s a reporter? He followed you from Longquan to Shuangliu, saw you were about to get home, and you ignored him. So, he hit the gas to catch up with you. Then, what do you do? You get out of the car and chat with him, spilling every single detail! If you had your phone, you could check right now—see what rank you’re trending at on Weibo.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

“Eek, my wife is so fierce.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. When Shi Nanbei didn’t respond, Zhao Xunyin felt a pang of worry. Had she been too harsh? Had her tone scared the little one?

Calming down and thinking it over, Zhao Xunyin realized she couldn’t entirely blame Shi Nanbei. After all, the paparazzi were relentless, and Shi Nanbei, innocent and unworldly, didn’t stand a chance against them.

Just then, Zhao Xunyin heard Shi Nanbei apparently move her phone aside and shout loudly to someone next to her:

“What’s wrong with you? I trusted you so much! And I even told you my favorite actress is Yang Qiyue! And you, you’re a reporter? If I’d known, I never would’ve said that!

At home, I always lie to my wife and say my favorite actress is her, and now, now the whole world knows I like Yang Qiyue! Do you even realize how unfair this is to my wife? This is too much!”

Zhao Xunyin: “….”

Shut up, Shi Nanbei. I’ve known for ages that you weren’t serious about your ‘favorite actress.’

The reporter: “….”

Here you are, admitting on camera in front of everyone that your favorite actress isn’t your wife—what does that have to do with me?

Shi Nanbei was absolutely fuming. After saying all that, she didn’t even glance at the reporter—her “big brother” just minutes ago—grabbed her phone, stormed to her car, and refused to get out, no matter what.

Meanwhile, the reporter’s live stream was still running. For a moment, it was unclear whether he should end it or let it continue. On the screen, Shi Nanbei’s fangirls had taken over the comments:

“Wow, Zhao Xunyin’s wife is so adorable! Turns out she didn’t even know the guy was a reporter!”

“This reporter is seriously twisted. Our little cutie chatted with him so sincerely, calling him ‘big brother’ all the time, and even publicly confessed her love for her new idol, Yang Qiyue, haha!”

“If Yang Qiyue knew she had such a fan, she’d probably wake up laughing in her sleep tonight!”

“Imagine her heart dying when she realized he was a gossip reporter. He even asked why she didn’t like Zhao Xunyin. And she seriously said she had liked Zhao Xunyin for years—she wasn’t disliking her—she just wanted to admire a pretty face for a change!”

“Haha oh my god, Zhao Xunyin’s wife is killing me with cuteness. She’s chatting with the reporter so earnestly, answering every question, so obedient and sweet!”

“I even thought she had planned to reveal herself with Zhao Xunyin’s approval, but turns out, she had no idea he was a reporter. She’s too naive, right?”

“Although I feel bad for her, I can’t stop laughing, hahahahahaha.”

“Seriously, that line about ‘it’s not that I don’t like Zhao Xunyin, I’ve just liked her for so long that now I want to admire a pretty face’—classic fangirl honesty. So, does this mean Zhao Xunyin’s wife thinks Zhao Xunyin isn’t pretty anymore?”

Hearing this, I immediately remembered Zhao Xunyin’s late-night Weibo post about skincare, the one claiming Professor Li could help you return to being eighteen.

‘Return to eighteen’, haha, the divine Zhao Xunyin cares so much about her wife’s opinion!

So, the question is, was that Zhao Xunyin on the phone just now? Did she call our little cutie? Her expression when receiving the call was priceless. Poor little one.

Oh my god, I used to wonder what Zhao Xunyin’s wife looked like, hiding her face for so long. Turns out she’s so young, cute, and naturally clueless. If I was Zhao Xunyin, I wouldn’t want anyone else to know either.

Zhao Xunyin watched her wife’s live stream on Weibo, feeling utterly torn about what to do next.

She called her assistant to tell them where Shi Nanbei was and asked them to pick her up. The assistant replied casually, “Pick her up? Sure. You don’t need to tell me the address; I know where she is.”

Zhao Xunyin’s forehead twitched. “How do you know?”

The assistant sounded nonchalant: “Because I’m watching the live stream too. Isn’t it being broadcast on Weibo? Everyone’s watching.”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Zhao Xunyin nearly lost her mind. “If you were watching the live stream, why didn’t you tell her she was already live?”

The assistant said, completely unapologetic: “She was chatting so enthusiastically, calling him ‘big brother’ and even arranging to have dinner in a couple of days. I assumed she knew he was a reporter and that you both had agreed to let her appear on camera. How was I supposed to know she knew nothing?”

Zhao Xunyin: “….”

Fine. This is all my wife’s fault for being too trusting.

Right now, Zhao Xunyin wished she could hop in a time machine, lock her wife at home, and never let her out again.