After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 82

After cruelly learning from the cameraman that she and Qi Yu could only take the slow green train, An He’s mood was foul to the extreme.

To be fair, she still really liked President Qi’s beautiful face—but given the current situation, she was seriously considering kicking Qi Yu to the curb and switching sides to hug Shi Nanbei’s thigh instead.

Zhao Xunyin, her old best friend, could tell exactly what she was thinking and immediately sneered, “So what if you brought your own sponsor into the show? You still failed the mission. Failure is failure.”

An He: “…”

Tch.

“You make it sound so noble—what’s the point? You didn’t even complete it yourself! Aren’t you the so-called Movie Queen? With your fame and status, shouldn’t this kind of mission be easy for you? And in the end, didn’t you still rely on your wife? You’re the one eating soft rice here, so who are you to call me out?”

An He’s combat power was off the charts.

Zhao Xunyin’s expression darkened. “That’s still better than wanting to eat soft rice but not even getting the chance to.”

An He: “?”

What the hell happened to Zhao Xunyin after getting married—when did she become so shameless?

An He was about to fire back, but the President Qi beside her wouldn’t allow it. After all, they were filming a reality show. President Qi had invested a small fortune into this production just to give An He a smooth comeback.

Even if “smooth” wasn’t quite possible, at least things needed to stay steady.

As Zhao Xunyin’s boss, Qi Yu was well aware of Zhao’s long-built public reputation and influence among the masses. If An He kept arguing, even if they were old friends, Zhao’s rabid fans would tear her apart online.

So, President Qi stepped in to stop her wife. “Calm down.”

But with that emotionless, cold-as-a-funeral face—even while coaxing—she looked exactly like someone attending her own wake. And the more An He looked at her, the angrier she became.

“Calm down? Did you hear what Zhao Xunyin just said? Is that something a human would say? Is that something my best friend would say? I even danced an entire night of burlesque for her.”

President Qi: “Ahem.”

An He froze, suddenly realizing—right, they were filming a variety show, not talking at home. “…”

Oh no. She’d just said something she really shouldn’t have.

But it was too late. Her words were already out there, and even though she’d swallowed the second half mid-sentence, everyone around had already caught on.

President Qi remained composed—as always. With that naturally cold face and 1.84-meter height, just standing there was enough to warn people not to mess with her. So, while everyone was dying of curiosity, no one dared openly stare at her.

Naturally, all eyes shifted to An He instead—especially the production crew, who were loving the drama.

“Mrs. Qi, please continue!” one of them coaxed. “Don’t worry about our data plan—it’s all on unlimited streaming!”

What kind of nonsense was that supposed to be?

An He’s face went cold. “…”

The crew, clearly suicidal, continued, “If you can spill something juicy that’ll boost our ratings, we might make an exception—let you take the high-speed train instead.”

An He: “…”

She had to admit—that was a tempting offer.

But An He wasn’t one to sell her dignity for convenience. Most importantly, she had been the one dancing that night, not Qi Yu. If she spilled it, the embarrassment would be all hers, not President Qi’s.

Taking the slow train meant they’d suffer together as a couple, but taking the high-speed one meant she alone would be the laughingstock.

After a quick cost-benefit analysis, An He made her stand.

“I, An He, am a woman of my word. If I fail a mission, I’ll admit it and take the loss.”

The moment she finished, Zhao Xunyin gave a derisive little laugh beside her. An He froze—she wanted to curse, but with the cameras still rolling, she couldn’t. It was torture.

And right then, Shi Nanbei, clueless as ever, turned to her wife with wide eyes.

“What’s so funny? Didn’t An He-jie say the right thing?”

An He: “…”

Of course I did!

Zhao Xunyin couldn’t resist ruffling Shi Nanbei’s hair. “You just don’t know An He well enough yet. She talks big now, but give it a minute—she’ll definitely beg President Qi to bend the rules for her.”

Shi Nanbei blinked, glancing from An He to President Qi—whose face could have frozen water solid. Shi Nanbei: “…”

She whispered, skeptical, “But President Qi doesn’t look like the kind of person who breaks rules.”

Zhao Xunyin murmured, “That’s because President Qi’s afraid of her wife.”

Shi Nanbei’s eyes went wide. It took her several long seconds to process that statement. “??”

President Qi, afraid of her wife?

She looked back and forth between the two women, her innocent gaze darting from the intimidating President Qi to the fuming An He.

Hmm, no matter how she looked at it, she just couldn’t believe it. Someone like Qi Yu—so tall, cold, and hard to approach—had to be the dominant one, right?

“So that means An He-jie is a bottom?” she asked, head tilted in earnest confusion.

Zhao Xunyin hadn’t even responded yet when An He exploded. “Hey! Have you two had enough? Gossiping behind my back—is that what decent people do?”

She had seriously misjudged her so-called best friend. After all she’d done for Zhao Xunyin, this woman had the nerve to badmouth her in front of others—and now she was being called a bottom?

You’re the bottom! Your whole family’s the bottom!

An He was clearly top-coded—anyone could see it! How dare someone call her a bottom?

This was outrageous!

Zhao Xunyin opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, her wife solemnly said—

“Being a bottom isn’t a bad thing.”

An He: “?”

Shi Nanbei looked completely serious. “Really, I’m not lying, An He-jie. There’s nothing wrong with being a bottom. Only children care about who tops and who bottoms—adults just care about enjoying themselves.”

Zhao Xunyin’s face instantly turned black. “…”

“Shut up.”

An He froze for a second before realizing what was going on.

“Wait, so you’re the one who’s a bottom?”

Shi Nanbei nodded innocently. “Yeah, I—mmph.”

Before she could finish, her wife standing beside her slapped a hand over her mouth, silencing her by force.

“Enough. Just be quiet for a bit,” Zhao Xunyin said, sounding utterly defeated.

Honestly, she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Why was her wife so honest? Whatever people asked, she just had to answer. She was doomed.

An He nearly laughed herself breathless. “Hahahahaha—Nanbei, you’re legend!”

The others burst into laughter too, the whole set shaking with it.

—everyone except Zhao Xunyin and Qi Yu.

The first was mortified. The second was deep in thought.

After a long silence, Boss Qi leaned over and murmured to An He,

“She’s not wrong, though.”

An He’s grin froze on her face. “What?”

Wrong your grandma’s leg, she thought furiously. Get lost!

When the laughter finally died down, the host steered the conversation back to the main topic. He announced the next destination and handed out the tickets—plane or train, depending on each couple’s ranking.

Zhao Xunyin & Shi Nanbei and Professor Ji’s couple had come in first and second, so naturally they received plane tickets. The destination wasn’t far, just a two-hour flight.

The Marquese couple got high-speed rail tickets, a three-and-a-half-hour trip.

Only An He and Qi Yu got bright red green train tickets.

It said clearly: New Air-Conditioned Hard Seat.

Travel time: six hours.

An He: “……”

An He: “???”

Was the production team out of their minds? Six hours on a train—and hard seats?

She couldn’t believe they’d treat the show’s biggest sponsor and investor like this.

“You must’ve handed me the wrong tickets,” An He said suspiciously.

The host smiled. “Nope. Your names are right here—yours and Boss Qi’s. Definitely not a mistake.”

An He: “……”

That’s not what I was asking!

Her face darkened. “Do we really have to take the train? There’s no other option?”

The host blinked. “Like what?”

An He gave a slow, smug smile. “Like, taking a private jet?”

Hmph. They wanted to mess with her? Let’s see if they could mess with Boss Qi’s money.

The host: “?”

Seeing the host’s awkward expression, An He’s mood lifted instantly. Ha! That’ll teach this stupid show to mess with me. Time to remind them who funds their paychecks.

But her glee didn’t last long. Just as she was savoring her small victory, Boss Qi’s deep, calm voice cut through the air:

“We can’t.”

An He: “???”

“Why not?” She turned on her wife in disbelief. “Don’t you own a private jet?”

Qi Yu’s face grew even colder. “I do. But this route wasn’t approved.”

Everyone knew that the wealthy loved owning private jets—but just because you had one didn’t mean you could fly it anywhere. Flights were strictly regulated, and private aircraft needed pre-approved routes and airspace usage.

Usually, the Qi family would apply once a year for all their frequently used routes and submit daily flight plans—whether or not they actually flew—since those could be canceled or delayed as needed.

But this particular route wasn’t on their approved list. So naturally, they couldn’t use it.

An He was stunned. Of all times for Qi Yu to drop the ball, it had to be now? She had just made such a cool show of it—and Qi Yu tore it all down in front of everyone!

“How could you not apply for it?”

Faced with her wife’s wrath, Qi Yu stiffened even more, her voice clipped but honest—because despite the fear, she still told the truth:

“It wasn’t cost-effective.”

Right. That route might be used once every ten years. Applying required six hours’ notice, plus a fee of 0.2 yuan per kilometer, not to mention parking and pilot costs. One flight could easily cost two or three hundred thousand yuan.

Totally unprofitable.

An He: “……”

You’re a filthy rich second-generation heiress! she screamed internally. The point of spending money isn’t to make yourself happy—it’s to make the seller happy!

Who cares about cost-effectiveness?

Honestly, can you not?