After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 92

An He had never admired anyone this much in her life—except for Shi Nanbei.

When it came to Shi Nanbei, everything from her personality to her delayed reaction speed left An He absolutely convinced: this woman was a wonder. She had never imagined Shi Nanbei would actually aspire to join a grassroots performing troupe all just to avoid unemployment.

“You’re already married to Zhao Xunyin and you’re still worried about losing your job? She’s loaded. Her film fees start at, what, thirty to forty million per project. Even if you stopped working altogether and just lay around waiting to be fed, she would still have no problem supporting you,” An He said, in the most objective tone possible.

But Shi Nanbei took it extremely seriously. “That won’t do. She is she, and I am me. I’m an independent woman of the new era.”

An He: “……”

Huh. Look at you—who knew you had so much pride?

An He rolled her eyes without mercy, then fluttered into the arms of the tall woman beside her like some delicate little bird. “Sure, sure, Miss Independent New-Era Woman. You’re amazing. You have pride. I, on the other hand, am hopeless—my greatest wish is to become famous. But since that’s clearly not happening, my second wish is to find someone willing to support me.”

President Qi sat with a perfectly straight back even while seated, as if this was not a hotpot meal but a shareholders’ meeting.

But after hearing An He’s blunt confession, her expression finally softened—only a little, though. Overall, she still looked stern and aloof.

“Okay,” she said simply.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

So, the two of you came over specifically to flaunt your relationship because Zhao Xunyin isn’t here?

Hmph.

Of course, An He and President Qi weren’t that heartless, well, President Qi wasn’t. As for An He, that was questionable.

The three of them chatted idly while eating hotpot in their private room. Mainly, it was Shi Nanbei and An He chatting; President Qi only chimed in when necessary, or when An He needed a response—simple lines like “Mm, okay,” “Yes, that’s fine,” or “Whatever you say.”

Her entire existence revolved around An He’s will.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

And yet I still feel like I’m being force-fed dog food.

Just when they were about done eating, An He finally brought up the real reason she came. “Anyway, when are you and Zhao Xunyin planning to have a baby? I’m not rushing you—I’m just saying. She’s not that young anymore, you know. Thirty-five, thirty-six, isn’t she almost forty?”

Shi Nanbei corrected her: “She’s only thirty-four.”

An He: “Only?”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

At this point, she was starting to doubt whether An He and Zhao Xunyin were really best friends.

“Whatever, it’s all around the same anyway. Point is—age isn’t on her side. Let me tell you, once people get older, everything starts going downhill. Oh wait—any gender, really. Once you get older, everything declines. You two have a thirteen- or fourteen-year age gap, and you’re so clueless and straightforward. You should really squeeze some money out of her while you can. What if you divorce someday?”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

Why did An He keep assuming she’d divorce Zhao Xunyin? And that she’d have to cash out first before divorcing?

Is it because she and Zhao Xunyin never showed PDA in front of her?

Hmph. Annoying.

And An He was still going on and on, “I swear, I never lie to you. I’m doing this for your own good. Think about it—love? Romance? Where do you think all those dramatic love stories come from? They’re made-up. Unreliable. The only thing you can trust is money.”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

I don’t believe a word of that.

After circling around the topic for ages, An He finally returned to her main point.

“So. When are you two planning to have a kid?”

If Shi Nanbei remembered correctly, this was already the third time someone had asked her the same question this week.

The first was Wu Lili—Zhao Xunyin’s die-hard fan. That was expected. For a fan who had accepted that her idol was married, wanting her idol to have a cute little baby made perfect sense.

And if Zhao Xunyin gave birth to a daughter who inherited both her and Shi Nanbei’s genes, then technically—loosely speaking—Wu Lili might get a new wife someday.

Ah, a twenty-something-year age gap, a big-sister-little-girl romance.

Just imagining it made Wu Pervert Lili tremble with excitement.

The second person asking was her biological grandmother, currently traveling abroad.

Speaking of her grandmother—her combat power was legendary. Everyone knew: after devoting the first half of her life to the country and the second half to her granddaughter, she finally married Shi Nanbei off. With her mission complete, she took the opportunity to travel the world and enjoy her freedom.

She was having the time of her life. Apparently, she even bumped into Zhao Xunyin’s work schedules abroad. She was so busy playing that she hadn’t called Shi Nanbei even once—just kept posting nine-photo grids on WeChat every day.

The more Shi Nanbei scrolled through her grandmother’s Moments, the more she felt like a child nobody loved.

In the end, swallowing her heartbreak, she made an international call.

Only for her grandmother to hang up on her.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

Excuse me?

What does that mean?

Has Grandma stopped loving me?

She was on the verge of tears when her grandmother initiated a video call.

But before she could even feel relieved, her grandma immediately launched into her:

“You have the nerve to call me? What did I tell you? I said if you ever got back on that skateboard again, I’d break your legs! Shi Nanbei, do you think I can’t control you just because I’m abroad? Look at you showing off on that variety show! Aren’t you afraid you’ll lead the kids astray?”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

How could she forget that her grandmother was a bona fide trend-chasing, boundary-breaking, old-school rebel?

Aggrieved.

“That was just for the sake of the show. Besides, Zhao Xunyin agreed! She was the one who insisted I go up and show off a bit.”

Since Zhao Xunyin wasn’t around, Shi Nanbei simply shut her eyes and started spouting nonsense, dumping the blame squarely on her wife. She figured her grandmother couldn’t possibly be heartless enough to break her granddaughter-in-law’s legs when she returned.

Well, even if she did, Shi Nanbei could always set them back—finally a chance to put all those years of medical training to use, she thought very seriously.

But her grandmother? What level was she? She practically raised Shi Nanbei single-handedly. She knew her like the back of her hand. Shi Nanbei only had to wiggle for a second and Grandma already knew whether she was about to fart or pee.

“You think you can fool me? If you hadn’t told Zhao Xunyin you could skateboard, she would’ve made you ‘show off’ out there? Isn’t it you who loves showing off all the time? Just wait—I’m coming back in a little over half a month. Let’s see if I don’t break your legs when I get home,” Grandma said ferociously.

Shi Nanbei: “…”

So wronged.

After a beat, Shi Nanbei asked cautiously, “Grandma, are you enjoying yourself abroad? Why don’t you stay a couple more months? Need money? I can transfer you some?”

Grandma: “Heh.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

A tragic day indeed.

In the end, driven to despair, Shi Nanbei asked if there was any way to spare her legs.

She asked it purely out of survival instinct—she didn’t expect Grandma to suddenly become merciful. And yet, whether the heavens decided to pity her miserable existence or what, Grandma actually paused to think. Then she said:

“Unless you let me hold my great-granddaughter.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Sorry for disturbing you. Goodbye!

Shi Nanbei really didn’t understand why, once you reached adulthood, all your friends and relatives suddenly became obsessed with your marriage and your future children. Honestly, she’d only been married for half a year. Isn’t it a little early to be talking about kids?

“Don’t you think it’s too early for me and Zhao Xunyin to be discussing having a child?” she asked An He.

An He was busy devouring duck blood and pig brain, tears practically streaming down her face from the spice. When it came to food, she was completely absorbed. In contrast, the Boss Qi sitting beside her was the epitome of a perfect girlfriend—she found it a bit spicy and barely ate, instead handing tissues and drinks to An He the entire time.

“What do you mean ‘too early’? Just don’t be like me and the Boss. After we got married, we ran all over the place having fun. And now that we’re older, having kids is harder.

With the medical tech at her family’s hospital being that good, we still had to try countless times. We finally succeeded. And since I’m Zhao Xunyin’s old best friend, I figured it’s only right to extend our friendship into the next generation.

So, you two hurry up and have a baby, okay? Make sure the age gap isn’t too big—otherwise, once they get married someday, they won’t even have anything to talk about because of the generational gap.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

So, the whole point was that you finally got pregnant, so now you’re here trying to arrange a child marriage?

Then it suddenly clicked. “You’re pregnant?”

What the—so fast?

An He rolled her eyes dramatically. “What’s so shocking about it? It’s just getting pregnant.”

Shi Nanbei: “…”

Nothing to be shocked about except Shi Nanbei had heard from Zhao Xunyin that in order to get An He to agree to have a baby, Boss Qi had slapped down five hundred million in cash.

“So Boss Qi really gave you five hundred million?” Shi Nanbei asked—always missing the point.

“A billion. One billion,” An He corrected. “Anyway, are you agreeing to the child marriage or not? If yes, hurry up and produce a tiny human with Zhao Xunyin.”

Shi Nanbei said sternly, “It’s the 21st century. Who still does arranged marriages and child betrothals?”

An He smiled sweetly. “Really not?”

“No.” Shi Nanbei refused firmly.

“Oh, what a pity.” An He propped her chin on her hand, voice light and lazy. “After all, my daughter will be the sole heir of the Qi family. All that money her mom has—once she’s married, it’ll all count as marital property, you know.”

She tilted her head, lips curved in a seductive arc, and asked the Boss beside her, “Honey, what’s your net worth again?”

Qi Yu, expression cold: “A trillion or so.”

The moment the words left Boss Qi’s mouth, Shi Nanbei—sitting across from them—transformed instantly. Her expression switched to pure flattery in under a second. She reached across the table and grabbed An He’s hand with great sincerity.

“Well, since you and Xunyin are lifelong besties, don’t you worry. I’ll make the decision for our two families. This marriage is set. No one is allowed to back out! Once Xunyin gets home, I’ll go three hundred rounds with her if that’s what it takes—we’ll definitely make a kid!”

An He: “…”

Boss Qi: “…”