After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 71

An He really had a mouth that never stopped running. She never seemed to know when to shut up. Of course, Zhao Xunyin had long known her old friend could be unreliable like this—but in the past, none of An He’s girlfriends had ever been serious enough to bring home for her to meet.

The only exception was Shu Yu, and that had been years ago.

But given Shu Yu’s temper and personality she really wasn’t much different from Boss Qi. So those few meetings between An He and Shu Yu had gone peacefully enough. Which was probably why Zhao Xunyin had naively assumed that her old best friend was at least somewhat dependable.

Who could have guessed that this time, bringing Shi Nanbei along would end in disaster? That damned woman, An He, was too much.

Completely scandalous—and utterly disrespectful to her, the great Film Queen Zhao!

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t stand it anymore. Now An He was even talking about “little wolfdogs.” Clearly, she was dead set on corrupting her young wife. If Shi Nanbei and An He kept spending time together, there was no telling what kind of chaos might follow.

Just as Zhao Xunyin was about to step forward and drag her wife away, the usually silent Boss Qi beside her suddenly let out a cold, derisive laugh.

“Heh.”

It wasn’t quite a smile—more like a chill wrapped in politeness. Even the sound alone was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

Zhao Xunyin: “….”

Across the garden, An He clearly heard that laugh too. She froze on the spot like a strangled chicken, instantly silenced.

Zhao Xunyin kept her gaze steady, pretending to meditate like a monk.

Oh, little wolfdog, it seemed she wasn’t the only one getting irritated. Boss Qi clearly wasn’t pleased either.

As expected of the big boss—she knew how to handle things.

In the end, the four of them had dinner in Boss Qi’s garden. An He claimed the atmosphere there was perfect—mountains, water, and good appetite. Naturally, the famously indulgent Qi Yu wouldn’t refuse even though her dear wife had, just half an hour earlier, been joking with Zhao Xunyin’s wife about divorcing her to run off with a little wolfdog.

An He immediately denied it, of course: I didn’t, you’re making things up!

Whether she did or didn’t—well, that would have to be determined later tonight once the two of them were in bed. For now, Qi Yu still doted on her, so when An He suggested dining in the garden, she simply waved her hand. The housekeeper took care of everything perfectly, leaving them to just sit down and eat.

“So Boss Qi’s family is rich enough to have a housekeeper?” Shi Nanbei muttered sourly.

Zhao Xunyin shot her a look. “Who else do you think manages a whole mountain estate?”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Good point.

“So, does she have a bunch of servants too?” After a while, Shi Nanbei leaned closer and asked her wife in a whisper, likely recalling scenes from the domineering-CEO dramas she used to watch in middle school. “Like—the kind who help her dress in the morning, put her shoes on, brush her teeth for her?”

Zhao Xunying: “…”

What is going on in that head of hers? Did she think Boss Qi was disabled?

“No,” Zhao said finally.

Shi Nanbei exhaled in relief. “Good. At least the gap between rich and poor isn’t that bad.”

“I meant no, she doesn’t have servants do that for her,” Zhao corrected, “because she has a private property management company that provides all those services instead.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Having never witnessed such understated luxury before, Shi Nanbei could only sigh with heartfelt admiration. “It must be nice to be rich.”

At that, Zhao Xunyin’s brows twitched. She turned her head to look at her wife—who, upon meeting her gaze, suddenly broke into a silly, radiant grin.

“But you’re still the best,” Shi Nanbei said sweetly.

The words brushed across Zhao Xunyin’s heart like a feather—soft, ticklish, and impossible to resist. Perhaps her wife’s simple-minded cheerfulness was contagious, because she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” An He, who had been watching the entire exchange, finally couldn’t stand it anymore. “Was that really necessary? Who hasn’t been in the honeymoon phase before?”

Zhao Xunyin turned to her old friend and replied coolly, “You haven’t.”

An He: “…”

An He froze. Right. She actually hadn’t.

Damn it. Why does Zhao Xunyin get to have one and I don’t? Why?

Seeing exactly what she was thinking, Zhao Xunyin kindly added, “You can always ask Boss Qi about that.”

And so, naturally, An He’s gaze drifted toward Qi Yu—who was at that moment busy on a work call, discussing some business issue with a distant calm.

An He: “…”

Right. She’d once said she’d marry anyone but a workaholic. Especially not a rich workaholic.

Because what good was wealth if your so-called honeymoon was spent watching your wife glued to her phone?

Tragic.

Still, during dinner, An He managed to claw back her dignity. Everyone knew her mouth had never once been idle since the day she was born—and now, after learning from Shi Nanbei that she and Zhao Xunyin had met through a blind date, An He laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair.

“Hahahahahaha! I cannot imagine Zhao Xunyin sitting through a blind date with that poker face of hers!”

“Hahahahaha—it probably didn’t look much different from attending a funeral, huh?”

Shi Nanbei thought for a moment, then protested softly, “No, not really. Xunyin was very gentle that day.”

An He burst out laughing. “You idiot. She wasn’t being gentle because that’s just how she is—she was gentle because she’s an old cow who shamelessly ate young grass, and now she feels guilty toward the Party for it. That’s why she was acting all soft with you, got it?”

Shi Nanbei seemed to half understand, half not, her expression blank. “Oh.”

An He blinked. “So you really went and got your marriage certificate with her that same day?”

“Yeah.” Shi Nanbei replied.

“What a pity. Such a waste! You’re so cute—if I wasn’t already married, I’d almost want to—”

Before she could finish, Qi Yu, who had just ended her phone call from the head of the table, lifted her gaze toward them. Her face was still expressionless, but only An He could tell she was unhappy.

“You’d almost want to what?” Qi Yu asked coolly.

An He: “…”

(Almost want to cheat, obviously? Not that I’d dare.)

Sensing danger, An He instantly switched gears. “Almost want to introduce her to someone! Someone better than Zhao Xunyin.”

“Hey!” Zhao Xunyin finally couldn’t take it anymore. She frowned, clearly annoyed. “Do you think I’m dead or something?”

An He shot back, “You’re still alive?”

A vein on Zhao Xunyin’s forehead nearly popped. “……”

“I think Xunyin is great,” Shi Nanbei said with a shy smile. “She’s very gentle, and she treats me well. I really like her.”

Hearing that, Zhao Xunyin couldn’t help the faint smile that curved her lips. She knew it—her wife was the best. Upright, sincere, and not the kind to be led astray by An He’s twisted worldview.

“But wait—you used to like Yang Qiyue from Water Arrow Girls, didn’t you?” An He asked, clearly recalling the livestream where Shi Nanbei had been chummy with a paparazzo on the roadside. She didn’t bother to hold back even with Zhao Xunyin sitting right there. “Want me to set up a meeting for you two?”

At once, Zhao Xunyin saw her wife’s eyes light up like a pair of little lanterns. “Really?”

Zhao Xun Yin: “……”

(It’s fake, obviously!!!)

“You actually know Yang Qiyue?” Shi Nanbei asked, getting even more excited now that her idol’s name had come up. Her small eyes sparkled as she gazed eagerly at An He.

With that adorable, kittenish look on her face, not only did the famously face-obsessed An He feel her heart soften—even the normally aloof and sharp-tongued Qi Yu’s expression grew faintly gentle.

“I know her,” said Boss Qi, speaking for the first time. “If you want to meet her, I can arrange it.”

Her tone was polite and measured, nothing like the arrogant socialites who spoke to people with their noses in the air.

Because Qi Yu had personally spoken to her, Shi Nanbei finally dared to sneak a proper look at the woman who hadn’t said a word to her all evening.

Just as Zhao Xunyin had said, Qi Yu was an exceptionally striking beauty—a cool, commanding woman with sharp, defined features and waist-length black hair that added an edge to her already austere presence.

At 184 centimeters, she towered over most women—a figure that could quite literally look down on a crowd. Maybe it was the wealth and power that came with her, but Qi Yu always seemed distant, rarely smiling, with a perpetual expression like she was attending a funeral.

A stunning face, and yet somehow, she gave off such an intimidating aura that people instinctively wanted to steer clear.

According to Zhao Xunyin, Qi Yu had grown up in Australia. At a young age, she’d made Playboy’s “Most Beautiful and Wealthy” list—rich, gorgeous, and endlessly pursued by admirers of every gender. A notorious flirt, her romantic entanglements had begun at the tender age of three and never once slowed down since.

To win her favor, countless admirers had thrown money at her—houses, cars, yachts, you name it. Fortunately, the Qi family was wealthy enough to handle her extravagance; as the only daughter of the Qi conglomerate, her father had little choice but to indulge her.

“But she’s actually pretty capable too,” Zhao Xunyin had once explained. “When she was in Australia, she didn’t rely on her father at all—made her own fortune and became a multimillionaire by founding a tech company. You’ve probably even used one of her apps.”

“What kind of app?”

“Some dating app. It was super popular overseas.”

Shi Nanbei blinked, dazed. “Then, how did she even meet her wife, An He? Didn’t you say An He’s career never really took off?”

“In most CEO romance stories, the president ends up with an award-winning actress or something, right?”

“Qi Yu basically made it happen herself,” Zhao Xunyin said. “She wanted to come back to China to take over the family business, but her father refused—he wanted a professional manager to run Qi Group and just wire her dividends every year.”

“Oh, I see.” Shi Nanbei still didn’t really get it.

“So,” Zhao Xunyin continued, “Qi Yu told her father she was returning to China to chase after her girlfriend. Then she randomly picked the name of a TV drama heroine she saw on screen at the time—turns out, it was An He.”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

Shi Nanbei: “???”

She just randomly named someone—and ended up with a wife out of it?

Qi Yu’s romantic luck was astonishing.

Truly enviable.