After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 81

“So you two just sat there in the park for three or four hours?”

When the mission time ended and the four couples gathered at the designated spot, An He immediately launched into a dramatic rant the moment she saw her old best friend.

Once she started complaining, there was no stopping her. Normally it wasn’t a big deal—during her previous variety show appearances, An He’s segments were short anyway. Back then, she didn’t have Boss Qi by her side, and she’d already semi-retired from the entertainment industry to live as a wealthy housewife, so the production team rarely gave her much screen time.

But this time was different. This time, the entire internet had petitioned for An He to bring her wife, Qi Yu, onto the show. It was practically her comeback to the screen. Plus, with Boss Qi herself appearing on camera, the producers naturally focused a lot more on them.

Still, while An He was busy venting, Zhao Xunyin—ever sharp and to the point—cut straight to the heart of it after listening.

An He: “……”

Was that really the main takeaway here?

“Does that part even matter?”

“Of course it does,” Zhao Xunyin said, finally seizing a rare chance to tease her mercilessly. Naturally, she wasn’t about to let it slip by.

Her grin was pure fox-like mischief. Thankfully, Shi Nanbei had gone to the restroom—if she saw her wife wearing that expression, she’d probably regret ever marrying such a cunning woman.

Because, truth be told, no one could outmatch Zhao Xunyin in a battle of wits.

“You two are really something. Forget Boss Qi for a second—but you? Since when were you the type who could just sit in a park for over three hours?”

After spending so much time with An He, Zhao Xunyin had picked up the art of playful snark herself. And when it came to teasing her best friend, she didn’t hold back.

The vein on An He’s forehead twitched. “You don’t get it! The main thing is—she held my hand!”

And she even acted all cute while doing it.

But that little detail, An He would never—ever—tell Zhao Xunyin.

What a joke. That rare moment when Boss Qi, that ice-cold fortress of a woman, actually melted? That was something only her wife should ever get to see. Everyone else? They could stay miles away.

Zhao Xunyin gave an “Oh?” and then, with a meaningful smirk, said, “So what you’re saying is, you two were having a taxpayer-funded date?”

An He: “……”

Shut up. Just shut up, will you?

They would’ve continued gossiping if not for the host calling everyone back to attention. Holding a clipboard with the couples’ progress reports, she gestured for the group to focus.

“Hmm? Boss Qi and our little cutie aren’t here?” she asked, noticing two people missing from the lineup.

“They went to the restroom. Should be here any second,” An He replied.

No sooner had she said that than she looked up—and there they were, Qi Yu and Shi Nanbei, walking side by side.

Boss Qi’s height was impossible to ignore. Even without heels, she stood out effortlessly in a crowd. Beside her, Shi Nanbei’s 1.65-meter frame wasn’t short for a girl, but next to Qi Yu, she looked especially petite and delicate.

It was obvious Qi Yu liked her. As they walked, Qi Yu leaned slightly toward her, saying something in a low voice that made the younger woman’s cheeks turn rosy. Even without hearing, An He could guess what was going on—Qi Yu had found herself another fangirl.

An He: “……”

Sins upon sins.

Whatever Qi Yu said next made Shi Nanbei’s shy expression suddenly brighten with excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she lifted her head to look up at Qi Yu, adoration clear in every line of her face.

An He: “……”

Why does this feel like I’m the one being cheated on?

She jabbed her best friend in the ribs with an elbow and hissed under her breath, “Look at those two! What the hell are they talking about that’s making them smile like that, huh?”

Zhao Xunyin followed her gaze—and sure enough, she saw Shi Nanbei looking radiant and lovestruck, like a schoolgirl in springtime.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Oh no. Why did she feel like she was being cheated on too?

An He muttered, “You don’t think your wife just cheated on me, do you?”

She still remembered asking Qi Yu why she’d gone out of her way to bring Shi Nanbei on the show, and Qi Yu’s calm response: ‘Don’t you think she’s quite adorable?’

Hah. She’d actually said that to her face.

An He was jealous—furious and jealous.

Qi Yu, that damned woman, had been married to her for years and never once called her “cute.” Now she was praising someone else’s little face? Unbelievable.

But Zhao Xunyin wasn’t any better off. “Pretty sure it’s your wife who’s cheating on mine.”

Because she still remembered how, after meeting Boss Qi for the first time, Shi Nanbei couldn’t stop talking about her for three whole days.

‘Boss Qi is gorgeous, she’s got a great figure, she’s smart, generous, has an amazing personality—and she’s rich!’

Shi Nanbei had even gushed about the way Boss Qi casually gifted mountain estates and private villas, sighing dreamily that she was the ideal partner for any woman.

Young girls. So fickle.

Not long ago, Shi Nanbei had been calling Zhao Xunyin beautiful, gentle, and perfect. Now she was blushing over another woman right in front of her.

Hmph. Typical.

Meanwhile, Qi Yu and Shi Nanbei, completely unaware of the silent storm brewing nearby, both suddenly felt an intense pair of gazes burning holes through them.

They looked up—only to meet the dagger-sharp eyes of their respective wives.

Qi Yu: “……”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

What just happened???

Once everyone had gathered, the host went through the results.

The first couple to complete their mission was Shi Nanbei and Zhao Xunyin. Next came Professor Ji’s husband-and-wife team, followed by the marquess couple.

And last—dead last—were An He and Qi Yu.

To be precise, by the time the clock struck 2:00 PM, An He and Qi Yu still hadn’t completed their assigned task.

An He was indignant. “What the hell? Why does Zhao Xunyin get ten kids worshiping her, and I didn’t get even one?”

On the way back, An He had done a good job of comforting herself. Sure, she and Qi Yu hadn’t managed to earn even a single “admiration point” from those elementary school kids—but hey, Boss Qi had acted all cute and clingy with her!

That alone was already a huge win.

Plus, the two of them had spent the afternoon holding hands and flirting in the park. If she rounded things up a little, it pretty much balanced out the sting of failing the task.

Most importantly, An He comforted herself with one more thought: If even I, with all my beauty and brains, didn’t get a single admiration point, then my bestie Zhao Xunyin can’t be doing much better.

She had it all planned out on the way there—if worst came to worst, they could both end up tied for last place. Four people, last place together, sitting on that old green train, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting the whole way—it wouldn’t be that bad.

But she never expected that Zhao Xunyin, of all people, would actually finish the task smoothly with her wife—and be the first to complete it?

She refused to accept it.

“Zhao Xunyin, did you cheat?”

When best friends meet and there’s no conflict of interest, they’re fine. But once there is a conflict, they tear each other to shreds without mercy.

Zhao Xunyin sneered, “Please mind your sentence structure. Do I need to cheat? I’m an award-winning actress, after all. Completing this kind of mission is child’s play for me.”

Post-production: Pfft.

The host immediately exposed her, “Actually, it was our adorable little Shi Nanbei who completed the task successfully using her own talent.”

To stir the pot, the production team even set up a TV screen and replayed Shi Nanbei’s entire, ridiculously creative process of completing the mission—fast-forwarded and edited, of course.

Everyone: “……”

This counts???

An He grew even more displeased. “From the looks of it, only Shi Nanbei completed the task! What does that have to do with Zhao Xunyin? And she still has the nerve to claim first place?”

Zhao Xunyin shot back, “Why shouldn’t I? She’s my wife—we’re a team. If you’re so capable, why don’t you get your wife to carry you too?”

An He: “……”

Damn. That was a direct hit.

Qi Yu: “……”

Why do your bestie fights always end up dragging me into them? Am I not standing far enough away?

Determined not to lose, An He turned to Shi Nanbei and said, “Doesn’t it tire you out to drag someone like that along? How about teaming up with me instead? I swear I won’t hold you back!”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Qi Yu: “……”

Shi Nanbei, caught off guard, blinked. “Huh?”

She looked around at everyone, then back at An He, scratching her head before asking in all seriousness, “But aren’t only married couples allowed to team up? Do I have to divorce Xunyin first?”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Divorce my ass! Shut up!

An He froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Hahahahahahahaha! Divorce! Hahaha—fine, let’s all get divorced! I’ll divorce Qi Yu too, and then we can team up together!”

Boss Qi finally snapped. “You don’t want your inheritance anymore?”

An He instantly froze up like a goose being strangled mid-honk. “……”

Damn. Forgot about that.

The exchange between An He and Shi Nanbei was pure comedy gold. The production team didn’t cut a single punctuation mark from it—everything was broadcasted, and after editing, the scene went viral.

As a result, An He, long stuck in career limbo, suddenly went mildly viral thanks to that airport banter with Shi Nanbei—and earned herself the persona of a sharp-tongued, funny commentator.

Of course, that’s a story for later.

An He hadn’t actually meant to tear apart her best friend’s marriage or her own for the sake of a reality show. She just wanted Shi Nanbei to take her on a plane. What, did they really expect her to ride an old green train?

What era was this? Who still used those relics? Was the production team seriously that cruel?

Before she could even say it out loud, her bestie Zhao Xunyin, who knew her too well, immediately called her out:

“Don’t even think about it. the production team won’t let us bring you on the plane.”

An He: “?”

She slowly formed a giant question mark in her mind—Do they not realize Qi Yu and I are the show’s main sponsors?

But Zhao Xunyin’s expression didn’t look like she was joking. Not wanting to believe it, An He turned to look at the cameraman.

The poor guy, embarrassed but honest, gave her a small nod.

An He: “……”

Damn it.