After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 84

Holding the mission card with a scowl, Zhao Xunyin began to seriously doubt who the heck the producers of this show had hired.

Had the show’s planners got it in for them?

They always picked the tasks that were the most irritating—and somehow, they knew these celebrities inside and out.

For celebrities like her, An He, and Qi Yu—people who lived and died by their pride—tasks like skydiving or cliff bungee jumping weren’t a big deal. Money was enough motivation, and they’d go for it.

But these missions, seemingly simple yet absurdly “life-like”—finding elementary school kids, tracking down middle-aged ladies—were a nightmare.

A real nightmare.

But she had Shi Nanbei.

Zhao Xunyin had thought the show would have patched the loopholes after Nanbei had cheated during a previous mission. This time, Nanbei would have no choice but to follow the rules.

She hadn’t counted on the tea house.

The mission led them to an old-fashioned tea house. Its most prominent feature was a small wooden stage in the center, usually occupied by veteran folk artists performing traditional instruments.

Instruments, the one thing Shi Nanbei excelled at.

“Don’t go up there and play Renai Circulation on the suona,” Zhao Xunyin warned, though she knew she couldn’t stop her exuberant wife. At Nanbei’s level, stepping on that stage wouldn’t just impress the tea house—it could make her famous nationwide.

And the entire country would remember the moment forever. Zhao Xunyin really did not want the only thing people said about her for the rest of her life to be, “Oh, that’s the wife of the woman who played Renai Circulation on the suona.” She was an award-winning actress, for crying out loud!

It had been over a month, yet every time Zhao Xunyin saw an instrument, she couldn’t help but recall the day Nanbei stood by her bed and passionately played Renai Circulation on the suona, a memory impossible to forget.

She definitely didn’t want it to happen a second time. So, when she saw the light in Nanbei’s eyes, she said what she had to.

She’d never humbled herself so much before.

A little part of Zhao Xunyin felt both humbled and defiant, trying not to let her tears fall. She might just be the most “tragic” award-winning actress in the entire Junjiang Literature City yuri-entertainment scene.

So unfair.

Nanbei didn’t quite understand her frustration. When you’re young, being in love can be like this: your mind jumps ahead while the older partner struggles to keep up.

“Why? Does it not sound good?” Nanbei asked.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

It wasn’t about how it sounded.

“It sounds great,” Zhao Xunyin said with a calm expression, looking at her innocent wife. “But I’m selfish. I only want you to play it for me.”

Zhao Xunyin had truly racked her brains to prevent Nanbei from performing on the variety show. She even lowered herself to sweet-talk her wife.

Nanbei understood immediately, eyes lighting up. “You’re jealous, huh?”

Zhao Xunyin kept a straight face: “…”

I am not.

Nanbei glanced at the camera, leaned in, and quickly planted a kiss on the corner of Zhao Xunyin’s mouth.

The older woman froze, but the sweetness on her lips told her what had just happened. “What was that for?”

“To comfort you,” Nanbei said proudly.

Her youthful face looked mischievous, like a tiny devil who had just executed a perfect scheme. “Don’t worry. I’m loyal. The only person I love is you, and we’re married. I will never stray!”

Zhao Xunyin chuckled. “Are you really that sure you won’t?”

She remembered Wu Lili mentioning that Nanbei had plenty of admirers at school, some truly impressive.

“Of course,” Nanbei said, completely earnest. She wasn’t just flattering Zhao Xunyin; she truly believed it. “You’re my biggest dream since I was young. I finally made that dream come true—why would I give it up?”

Zhao Xunyin froze, then couldn’t help but smile. “Made your dream come true?”

She reached up to touch her wife’s smooth cheek. “Why does your little mouth have to be so sweet?”

“Lick? What lick? Lick where???” Nanbei, still oblivious, misheard the last word and looked completely baffled.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Just please, shut up.

The variety show went smoothly, and this mission was comparatively easy. The marquise couple completed it first. Zhao Xunyin and Shi Nanbei came in second, while An He and Qi Yu unsurprisingly finished last.

After completing the tasks, all four couples gathered at the meeting point. Seeing her long-time friend, An He, who had been frustrated all morning, ran from afar and hugged Zhao Xunyin—Shi Nanbei—tightly.

She burst into tears—well, tearsless tears—but the heartbreak was palpable.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through! The injustice I’ve suffered!!!” An He wailed.

“I really think Qi Yu’s—what a terrible woman—must have offended the producers. Have you ever seen a production team this reckless? This heartless? Don’t they fear we’ll pull our investment?”

Post-production note: We’re not afraid!

An He hugged the soft, fragrant Shi Nanbei, crying, wailing, and yet somehow thoroughly enjoying herself:

“Do you even know what the production team assigned me to do? You couldn’t dream it—they actually made me sell roast chicken at a chicken shop!” An He’s face was full of disbelief. “What, did Boss Qi also fund this show? No respect for anyone! How could they treat us like this?”

Later, a string of captions appeared on the screen in the post-production: We solemnly swear, this production team will never bow to a sponsor!

Yeah, very principled, that production team.

“Selling roast chicken at a chicken shop—what kind of insane, twisted producer thinks up something like this?!” An He had had it with all the humiliation.

Without comparison, there’s no pain. Right now, she realized how blissful her life as a rich wife really was—eat, sleep, spend money, repeat. Why on earth did she even bother thinking about making a comeback to earn money?

Wasn’t Boss Qi’s fortune enough for her to blow through?

No, it wasn’t!

It was her own brain being kicked by a donkey—trying to follow this whole “modern independent woman” trend? That was completely not her style!

“You know Qi Yu, right? With her wealthy heiress aura, just standing there—face full of ‘don’t bother me, don’t talk to me’ vibes. Forget earning points from the aunties, I didn’t even see a single one! And the few who actually came over?

As soon as they saw Boss Qi standing there at the chicken shop, they just turned around and left.”

“Just left!!!”

As An He vented, she was also feeling Shi Nanbei up. Zhao Xunyin, standing nearby, could see that An He was using her complaints as an excuse to get handsy, but poor Shi Nanbei didn’t get it.

Shi Nanbei genuinely didn’t understand—and she hadn’t even thought in that direction. After hearing An He’s rant, she just felt a little sorry for her. “Then, what are you going to do?”

“What rank are you two in?”

“Second, I guess.”

An He’s eyes lit up. With yesterday’s experience, she immediately said, “Then let’s swap—”

Before she could finish, Zhao Xunyin coldly cut her off: “Don’t even think about swapping rewards with us. That’s cheating, got it?”

Seeing her plan foiled, An He tore off her polite mask and snapped at Zhao Xunyin:

“Don’t think I don’t know who helped you complete your mission! Today, wasn’t it probably that little cutie carrying you again, huh? You’re a grown adult and utterly useless—aren’t you ashamed? And since I’m talking to the little cutie, why do you get to butt in? As long as the little cutie agrees, it’s fine. Right, little cutie?”

Shi Nanbei felt a little shy under that gaze. She knew Boss Qi was Zhao Xunyin’s big boss and that An He had been good to her. If the production team allowed them to swap rewards, it wouldn’t be a problem. But just as she was about to agree, Zhao Xunyin tugged her hand.

When dealing with An He, Zhao Xunyin never held back. She immediately shot back: “She’s my wife. In our household, I decide everything. You think I have no say?”

An He nearly screamed in frustration: “You, old cow going after tender grass, always showing off your lovey-dovey relationship in front of me—why do you have to flaunt it when I don’t have anyone to show off with?”

An He’s focus completely derailed.

Zhao Xunyin smiled faintly. “Then why don’t you show off?”

“Qi Yu!!!” An He turned to call her wife, only to see her tall 184cm wife finding a seat to sit down. Hearing An He call, she looked up and asked, “What is it?”

Even though Boss Qi hadn’t done much to earn points from the aunties today, she had been standing there for five to six hours straight. Usually an office dweller, standing that long was genuinely exhausting.

“You okay?” An He asked, noticing her expression.

“A little tired.” Qi Yu reached out and pulled An He into her lap, letting her sit in front and resting her head on An He’s shoulder. “Let me lean for a bit.”

Qi Yu rarely admitted fatigue, and with so many people around, if she called An He over just to say she was tired, it must’ve been real.

Unlike An He, Qi Yu had been a true heiress from birth, never having suffered hardships. Everything was always taken care of by bodyguards and nannies. Standing for five to six hours, running around, and not even getting a single kind word from An He—or being accused of having a scowling face—was completely foreign to her.

Qi Yu couldn’t help feeling a bit helpless. She didn’t realize she had that intimidating aura, yet everyone seemed to think she was difficult to approach.

An He knew it wasn’t Qi Yu’s fault. From the moment she met Boss Qi, she knew Qi Yu naturally had that “don’t mess with me” face.

But knowing is one thing—accepting it is another. Seeing everyone complete their missions while they hadn’t, in the end, An He blamed it on Qi Yu’s “scowling face.”

Heh.

Still, An He obediently let Qi Yu hold her and lean against her shoulder to nap. After all, this person was both her wife and her benefactor—she had to treat her well.