After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 80

An He watched helplessly as the four elementary schoolers bolted off like wild ponies freed from their reins, their shirts fluttering in the wind—a perfect picture of youthful rebellion.

At that moment, her heart sank with the same despair she’d felt years ago—back when she’d smashed a wine bottle over a sleazy investor’s head for suggesting the casting couch, only to find out later she’d have to pay over three hundred thousand in compensation.

The same gut-wrenching pain.

To her, those little girls weren’t just kids.

They were living, breathing admiration points!

Her ticket to bragging rights in front of her old girlfriends! Her future source of pride and glory!

And Qi Yu, that damned bastard, just let them go.

An He: “……”

I swear, there’s a curse word sitting on my tongue begging to be said right now.

“Did a donkey kick you in the head?!” An He finally snapped, turning around with her hands on her hips, glaring up at her wife and shouting furiously.

Production team: Oh ho—trouble in paradise! The couple’s fighting on camera! Great, this will definitely boost our ratings!

Editing team: Sensual actress argues with her wife, live.

Excitement +1.

Qi Yu: “……”

This had to be one of the hardest moments in her entire life.

“I.” Boss Qi rarely stumbled over her words, but today was apparently the day. Everyone knew she was the epitome of elegance and composure—always calm, direct, and precise. Never hesitant, never evasive.

But now, under the watchful eye of a dozen cameras and her fuming wife demanding to know why she’d let the four schoolgirls go, she genuinely didn’t know what to say.

“What I? You what? You had the guts to do it, but now you don’t have the guts to admit it?” An He fumed, her talent for scolding undiminished by time. “Unbelievable, Boss Qi! Do you have any idea how long I spent in this stupid park looking for those kids? My legs nearly gave out! And after all that, not only did I fail to earn a single admiration point—you went and let them run off! What the hell were you thinking?”

An He: I’ve never teamed up with someone this dumb before.

Regret. She felt deep, bone-deep regret.

Qi Yu’s expression darkened. “……”

An He’s eyelid twitched violently. Nothing infuriated her more than Qi Yu’s maddeningly silent personality. It had been years, and it still drove her up the wall. “Say something!”

Qi Yu hesitated, then muttered, “I told them about my strengths, but it didn’t seem to help.”

An He: “Strengths? What strengths did you tell them about?”

Now, An He wasn’t one to pick a fight for no reason, but right now—she genuinely couldn’t recall what her wife had even said to those kids earlier.

Qi Yu looked visibly frustrated, but knowing An He’s temper, she also knew that if she didn’t explain, she was going to get roasted alive.

Yes—our Boss Qi was, in fact, a little afraid of her wife.

It might sound unbelievable, but Qi Yu was a bit scared of An He’s anger.

“I told them I’m rich,” Qi Yu said flatly, though her tone carried a trace of grievance. “You told me that’s my greatest strength.”

An He: “……”

An He: “???”

What the hell? When did I ever say that?

Watching her wife’s sulky face, An He stood there for a long time before the memory finally clicked.

Oh. That.

That went way back—to before they got married.

Everyone knew that back then, Boss Qi was quite the flirt, practically a legend in her circle. Suitors of every gender swarmed around her, drawn to her cool, aloof beauty and, of course, her wealth. The butterflies around her were endless.

An He had to admit—she’d really liked Qi Yu back then. Who wouldn’t? Gorgeous, generous, and talented in bed—there was nothing to complain about. But liking was one thing; marrying her was another.

She never once thought Qi Yu was the marrying type. People like her—rich, attractive, with a good temperament—were supposed to stay wild and unattached until their forties.

And An He was nothing if not self-aware. She knew she wasn’t the woman who could tame a flirt or make a player settle down. So, when she started dating Qi Yu, marriage wasn’t even on her radar.

But Qi Yu was serious. From day one, she was playing for keeps. And when she realized An He wasn’t, even her usual calm exterior cracked.

One night, after they’d made love, Qi Yu lay there, staring at the ceiling, face expressionless, and asked quietly, “What do you think of me as a person?”

See? Even the coldest, most composed person gets awkward when it comes to proposing.

In the end, all she could muster was that question.

An He, half-asleep and exhausted, mumbled, “You’re alright.”

“Alright?”

That one word made Qi Yu’s heart plummet. She couldn’t read An He’s feelings at all.

“Do you think I have any qualities you really like?” she asked after a long pause, still staring at the ceiling.

An He actually thought for a second. “You’re rich.”

Qi Yu: “……”

An He opened her eyes, turned toward the woman beside her, and said solemnly, “I really like that you’re rich.”

If anyone else had heard that, they would’ve thought she was a shallow gold-digger.

But the one hearing it was Qi Yu.

And Qi Yu—raised abroad, groomed as a businesswoman in the Qi family—had always believed that liking money wasn’t shameful.

And yes, she was rich. That was a fact. So, being loved for that? Perfectly logical.

So Qi Yu had said, “Then would you marry me?”

An He was about to say no—until Qi Yu calmly added, “I have about three hundred billion in assets. All yours to spend.”

An He immediately grabbed her hand, eyes shining. “So are we getting the marriage certificate today or tomorrow?”

Years later, hearing her wife repeat those words in front of the cameras, An He couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing—loud, unrestrained laughter echoing through the park.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Qi Yu’s face grew even flatter. “……”

An He: “Hahahahahahahaha! It’s been so many years, and you still remember that? Hahahahaha!”

Production team: ???

So, what’s going on between these two? Inside jokes? What’s so funny? Share with the class, please.

An He was laughing so hard she nearly wheezed. “Hahahahaha—so all this time, you’ve been hung up on that? It’s been years! Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

She really was beautiful—bright, striking, and absolutely magnetic when she laughed.

President Qi’s expression, however, was a little stiff. “Forgot.”

An He: “Forgot?”

She stared at Qi Yu’s face, and the more she looked, the less she believed that nonsense.

If she’d really forgotten, would she be bringing it up again nearly ten years later—on a variety show of all places?

An He reached out and affectionately brushed her hand over President Qi’s cheek, her tone indulgent and teasing.

“Should’ve told your big sister earlier, hm? Come on now, let sister make it better.”

Production team: “……”

They didn’t want to intrude, but honestly—watching An He flirt so blatantly with their cold, aloof sponsor right in front of everyone was unnerving, to say the least.

Everyone in the industry knew President Qi was notoriously difficult—cold-faced, sharp-tongued, and impossible to please. When she got married, people had whispered behind her back: What kind of guts does An He have to marry someone like her?

Apparently, the answer was: the guts of a lion. Because not only did she marry her—she even had the audacity to flirt with her, calling herself “sister” while doing it.

Just as the crew was wondering if they should intervene to break the tension, they saw the unthinkable—President Qi actually tilted her head ever so slightly and brushed her cheek against An He’s palm.

Production team: ???

Were they hallucinating?

Why did that look kind of like a cat nuzzling its owner?

Qi Yu’s face didn’t change much, but her voice softened unexpectedly as she spoke:

“Sister.”

An He beamed. “Good girl.”

Production team: ???

Were their ears deceiving them?

Did President Qi just act cute?

Did she really just call An He sister?

The entire crew was about ready to lose their minds.

Of course, there was one silver lining—this scene would send ratings through the roof.

But before they could even get excited about the broadcast, the woman who had just been all soft and sweet suddenly turned her icy gaze toward them. Her tone was cool and flat:

“Cut this part.”

Production team: “…”

Sob sob sob.

Later,

An He: “Those kids ran off. How are we supposed to finish our task now?”

Qi Yu: “We’re not.”

An He: “Hm?” She smiled. “Since when does President Qi ever quit halfway?”

Qi Yu looked frustrated but said nothing.

An He didn’t press further—mainly because her wife had just acted cute in front of her. In all their years of marriage, moments like that were extremely rare. For that alone, An He decided that whatever Qi Yu said today would be absolute law.

Spoil her? She’d spoil her to the heavens.

An He: “So what now? Do we keep wandering around the park?”

Qi Yu: “No.”

An He: “Then, sit for a while?”

Qi Yu: “Okay.”

So the two of them found a bench and sat down together.

And maybe that really did please President Qi, because her usual cold expression softened—just a little. When her hand, either intentionally or “accidentally,” brushed against An He’s palm and hooked around it, the faintest smile tugged at her lips.

Now that’s better.

The production crew watched the entire exchange, utterly dumbfounded.

They’d asked them to complete a task, and instead, the two had turned it into a public display of affection.

Was this an officially sponsored PDA session?