After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 69

After mulling it over for a while, Zhao Xunyin finally decided there was no point overthinking things. Lying in bed beside her wife, after fooling around for a bit, she said, “If you don’t have plans tonight, how about I take you to meet a friend?”

She thought it was a casual suggestion—but the half-asleep Shi Nanbei suddenly perked right up, lifting her head off Zhao Xunyin’s shoulder, eyes bright with anticipation. “Meet a friend? Are you taking me to see Yang Qiyue?”

Zhao Xunyin’s smile froze midair.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

She hated this.

Was it that she, Zhao Xunyin, wasn’t attractive enough anymore? Or was her little wife getting too bold? How dare she bring up that name in front of her?

Did she think Zhao Xunyin’s head wasn’t already green enough? Or that this award-winning actress was somehow less charming than some rising starlet?

Unbelievable! She was the reigning No.1 on the “Best Girlfriend in the Lesbian Circle” list—countless girls dreamed of marrying her! So why, why, was she powerless in front of this one?

“No.” Zhao Xunyin’s reply was curt—just one word, but every letter carried a bite.

Even though she hadn’t raised her voice, Shi Nanbei could still hear the tension between her teeth.

Not quite angry, perhaps, but the kind of tone that made it clear the speaker was barely holding it together.

If it wasn’t their honeymoon, Zhao Xunyin would’ve shaken her wife just to check whether her brain was filled with seawater from some distant island.

But her clueless little wife didn’t understand the slightest bit of her frustration. Tilting her head, Shi Nanbei asked innocently, “It’s not? Then why do you sound angry?”

Looking at that pure, oblivious face, Zhao Xunyin could only swallow her irritation whole.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

She hated this even more.

After a long pause, Zhao Xunyin said flatly, “I’m not angry.”

Just mildly infuriated, that’s all.

Shi Nanbei studied her for a moment. The more she looked, the more convinced she became that Zhao Xunyin was angry—but the woman refused to admit it. Seriously, what was it with older women? Why were they so hard to read?

Couldn’t people just say what they meant?

Wouldn’t the world be a better, cuter place if everyone was as straightforward as her?

So, she muttered under the blanket, “If you’re jealous, just say it. No need to act all cold about it. You should know honesty’s a virtue.”

Zhao Xunyin—who had never, in her thirty-some years, been accused of jealousy—was stunned. Especially since the accusation came from her own wife, the very same wife who had a talent for climbing walls.

Her pride took a hit. “I’m not jealous!” she blurted out, instantly defensive.

“You so are,” Shi Nanbei said suspiciously.

“I’m not!” Zhao Xunyin’s face stayed stiff as stone.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

Heh. Classic. A stubborn woman in denial.

“Alright then,” Shi Nanbei relented with a shrug. “You’re not jealous. So, who are we meeting tonight? Someone from the entertainment industry?”

“Not exactly,” Zhao Xunyin replied casually, though her expression remained sour. “A good friend of mine. And her wife.”

“Who? Shu Yu?” Shi Nanbei’s eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Why on earth would she think that?

Was she out of her mind? Who in their right mind would bring their spouse to meet their ex?

“It’s An He,” Zhao Xunyin said at last, pressing her fingers to her forehead in weary resignation. “You probably haven’t heard of her. She’s never been popular—most people don’t know the name.”

“An He.” Shi Nanbei repeated, rubbing her chin as if deep in thought, her expression unusually serious.

“You know her?” Zhao Xunyin asked, confused.

Shi Nanbei shook her head honestly. “Nope.”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Then why the act, huh?

That evening, the meet-up was naturally arranged at Boss Qi’s mansion—because, really, who else in Shanghai could afford such extravagance?

According to An He, her wife had only two hobbies: making money and more money. Thankfully, she’d married An He, a woman talented enough to help her spend it. Otherwise, with that fortune, who knew what ridiculous ways she’d find to waste it?

“So really,” An He concluded with a grin, “marrying me was the greatest blessing of her life.”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Zhao Xunyin could only stare silently.

Maybe it was a blessing. Maybe not. But she did know that ever since Boss Qi married An He, her spending had skyrocketed.

The sprawling estate they were visiting tonight—built on the outskirts of Shanghai—was, in fact, the wedding gift Boss Qi had given to her beloved wife.

It’s said that back in the day, the cold and stoic Boss Qi really did spend a fortune just to win a beauty’s smile.

On the way there, Zhao Xunyin gave Shi Nanbei a brief rundown of the history between those two people. The younger woman listened with full attention, nodding seriously as she took it all in. Her obedient little expression made Zhao Xunyin—who’d always been terrible at academics—feel a rare sense of pride.

She was teaching a straight-A student, after all!

By the time they finally reached their destination and checked in at the security post at the foot of the mountain, a staff member was already waiting to escort them further in.

The mountain wasn’t tall, but the greenery was lush and the scenery breathtaking. Even after entering the area, they drove for another twenty minutes before arriving at Boss Qi’s estate.

The moment they stepped inside, the contrast in wealth hit Shi Nanbei like a truck. Her eyes went wide as she turned to Zhao Xunyin, asking in disbelief, “Wait, this entire estate belongs to your boss?”

“Yup,” Zhao Xunyin replied casually.

Truth be told, she was still secretly sulking over the fact that Shi Nanbei had wanted to meet another female celebrity earlier.

“And everything we passed along the way—those hills, those gardens—that’s all hers too?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“She’s that rich?” Shi Nanbei—who’d clearly never seen such extravagance—asked in awe. “But why does it all look so simple?”

Mountains, ponds, forests—nothing flashy, yet everything screamed quiet luxury. Being rich really was something else.

“She’s even got a golf course behind the estate,” Zhao Xunyin added, feeling oddly pleased as she watched Shi Nanbei’s stunned expression.

Then, deciding to tease her a little, Zhao Xunyin continued, “Though a couple of years ago, she transferred the property to her wife, An He.”

“Why?” Shi Nanbei frowned, confused by the logic of the wealthy. “Aren’t married couples supposed to share assets? What’s the point of transferring it back and forth?”

For fun?

Zhao Xunyin thought about it. “I think An He wanted a divorce at the time, so Boss Qi gave it to her to make her stay.”

Shi Nanbei froze. “Just gave it to her? But wasn’t that considered marital property?”

“No. It was something Boss Qi’s mother left her. It used to be her premarital asset. But now that it’s under An He’s name, it belongs solely to An He. Even if they divorced, An He would keep it.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

The love languages of the rich really were on another level.

After processing this, Shi Nanbei looked up at her wife with sparkling, envious eyes. “So, if we ever got divorced, could I get a golf course in Shanghai too?”

She said it earnestly, “I don’t need a whole mountain or an estate—that’s too big, I’d get lonely. Just a golf course would do. I could open a golf club, make money off rich ladies, pick the prettiest one, and find myself a second spring.”

Honestly, it did sound kind of nice.

But Zhao Xunyin’s face darkened instantly. “No.”

“Oh.” Shi Nanbei sounded genuinely disappointed.

“What about a small estate, then?”

“Still no.” Zhao Xunyin sighed inwardly. Did this little fool really think that highly of her? Even if she worked nonstop for thirty more years, she still couldn’t afford a manor like this.

“No mountain either?” Shi Nanbei asked pitifully.

“No.” Zhao “Heartless and Merciless” Xunyin replied flatly.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

Sob, sob, sob, such a loss.

After learning that divorcing Zhao Xunyin would earn her neither golf course nor estate—nor even a single mountain—Shi Nanbei’s spirits plummeted. Her chatter finally died down.

But silence didn’t last long. A few minutes later, she suddenly thought of something else.

Come to think of it, she’d been married this long and still had no idea how much money Zhao Xunyin actually had.

So, the adorable fool turned to her wife seriously.

“Are you prettier than your boss?”

Zhao Xunyin thought of Boss Qi’s face—that sharp, dangerous beauty—and her tall, imposing 1.8-meter frame. Prettier than that?

“Not really,” she admitted, forcing the words out against her conscience. “She is good-looking.”

“Are you richer than your boss?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Shi Nanbei’s expression fell again. “Alright then.”

Zhao Xunying: “……”

Why did that sound exactly like An He?

“Are you disappointed?” Zhao Xunyin asked, fighting the urge to pop a vein.

“No,” Shi Nanbei said quickly, shaking her head. But her eyes betrayed her.

Heaven knows, she was just a little envious of Boss Qi’s wife.

“If you are, just say it. I won’t get mad,” Zhao Xunyin said, deadpan.

Shi Nanbei breathed a small sigh of relief. “Then, maybe just a little disappointed.”

Because honestly—who wouldn’t want a wife like Boss Qi? Beautiful and rich? That’s the dream.

Zhao Xunying: “……”

Her heart ached so much she could hardly breathe.

What on earth am I going to do with this woman?