After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 93.2

Shi Nanbei rejected her instantly. “The 21st? Nope, nope. I’m busy that night.”

“You’re on winter break. What could you possibly be busy with?” Zhao Xunyin asked. But the moment she said it, a terrible thought struck. Her face darkened. “Don’t tell me Yang Qiyue from Water Arrow Girls has another concert, and you and Wu Lili are going?”

Years had passed, yet Shi Nanbei’s devotion to idol Yang Qiyue remained as intense as ever. Every time she brought up “Moon-moon,” the joy on her face made Zhao Xunyin want to strangle her.

Books were right: no matter how loving a couple is, they experience at least 500 moments a year when they want a divorce. And in their case, 80% of those were caused by Shi Nanbei praising other female celebrities’ beauty or figures in front of Zhao Xunyin.

Ah yes. Age rises. Patience drops.

“Must you be like this? Why do you always drag my Moon-moon into things?” Shi Nanbei protested.

Zhao Xunyin sneered, “‘My Moon-moon,’ huh?”

Shi Nanbei: “……”

“It’s not about Yang Qiyue. I’m staying home to watch a livestream on the 21st,” Shi Nanbei said.

“What livestream?”

“Just medical stuff. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Young people can study online now?” Zhao Xunyin asked blankly—an older millennial baffled by modern trends.

Shi Nanbei replied with absolute conviction: “Yes!”

So, Zhao Xunyin gave up trying to drag her along. After all—study came first. That’s what she got for marrying a scholar.

During the gala, there was a Q&A portion. Marriage had mellowed Zhao Xunyin considerably; she was no longer the aloof, prickly young actress she once was, so the atmosphere with the reporters was easy and pleasant.

“Xunyin, Xunyin, isn’t your wife attending with you tonight? Fans really miss her!”

She answered mechanically at first. But the moment someone mentioned Shi Nanbei, a smile slipped onto her previously icy face.

“She’s at home watching a livestream. Studying.”

“Wow, Little Dumbcutie loves studying that much?”

“Yes. She says she wants to study hard, become a good doctor, heal the world, support the family, and take care of me.” Zhao Xunyin said it with a smile she couldn’t suppress. Age had made her shameless—in front of cameras and the whole nation, she sprinkled dog food (PDA) without hesitation.

No wonder the internet said marriage had changed her drastically.

Well—when you marry someone that pretty and that adorable, of course you’d walk around grinning like an idiot every day.

But before the gala was even half over, her words came back to slap her in the face.

Shi Nanbei was indeed watching a livestream.

Just not an educational one.

She was watching an esports tournament.

Back in the day, after Shi Nanbei uploaded a suona performance of “Renai Circulation” to Bilibili, she became instantly and explosively famous—so famous that within half an hour she topped the Weibo trending list. And her extremely cringey, extremely unforgettable username became etched into every netizen’s memory:

Nanbei-the-Hero.

Tonight, during the national DOTA online championship livestream, the moment “Nanbei-the-Hero” sent a bullet comment, netizens—who had just watched Zhao Xunyin’s gala interview—caught her red-handed.

“Isn’t this Little Dumbcutie?”

“Why is Little Dumbcutie?”

“Didn’t Zhao Xunyin say Little Dumbcutie was watching an educational livestream tonight?”

“So, she somehow ended up on the gaming channel instead?”

“@ZhaoXunyin your wife is slacking off again!”

“@ZhaoXunyin come get your wife!!”

Zhao Xunyin only heard about all this after the charity gala, when she got into the nanny van. Her manager showed her the evidence. “Mm, she’s definitely ‘studying.’ Look at the comments she posted: ‘66666, that move was sick,’ ‘Dodge dodge dodge—serpentine movement!’, ‘Flash in—get him!!’ Real focused, isn’t she?”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Say no more. As if she doesn’t know exactly what kind of person her wife is.

Holding in her irritation all the way home, she kept reminding herself to calm down. After all, after being married this long, she already knew that in Shi Nanbei’s world, gaming and folk instruments ranked way higher than attending a charity gala with her.

Even with all that mental preparation, Zhao Xunyin still felt a simmering frustration when she walked through the door. Afraid she’d snap at Shi Nanbei, she went to the dining table, poured herself a glass of water, and forced herself to cool down.

Only when she finally felt composed did she go upstairs. The second she opened the bedroom door, she saw someone already lying under the blankets.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Oh, so she’s pretending to sleep now.

“Are you asleep?” Zhao Xunyin asked.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

The lump under the blanket continued its commitment to playing dead.

Expressionless, Zhao Xunyin said, “The computer tower in the kitchen is still warm.”

The body under the blanket trembled—but continued pretending.

Zhao Xunyin remained cold. “I’m a bit hungry. Want to go out for hotpot?”

She barely finished speaking when the girl who had been hiding under the blankets suddenly sprang upright. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, and her long, bright eyes shimmered under the light. “Yes!”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

At this point, she sincerely suspected that the only way to keep this marriage stable was hotpot.

Zhao Xunyin let out a cold laugh. “Funny. You jumped right up when I mentioned hotpot. Weren’t you asleep?”

Shi Nanbei said solemnly, “I was just thinking—since you’re coming home so late, you must be hungry, right?”

“Oh? So, you do know I’m getting home late,” Zhao Xunyin replied.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

She wasn’t stupid. When she was scrolling Weibo earlier, the trending topic #NanBeiStudiesLikeAHero was right there at the top.

Being a popular internet celebrity was so exhausting.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Shi Nanbei’s attitude was exceptionally obedient. Sitting on the bed, head lowered, she murmured softly, “I’m sorry, jiejie.”

Zhao Xunyin crossed her arms. “And what exactly are you sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t have lied to you.” Shi Nanbei’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Please forgive me, jiejie. I won’t dare to do it again.”

Zhao Xun-yin: “……”

Where on earth did this girl learn to cry on command like this?

“Speak properly. And wipe those tears.”

Wearing her loose pajamas, Shi Nanbei shook her head pitifully. “Well, A Dream of Red Mansions said it best: women are made of water.”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Seriously? You’re quoting classical literature at me now?

Zhao Xunyin kept a stiff face, silent. Meanwhile, Shi Nanbei also knew she’d gone a bit too far this time. But honestly? Compared to that useless charity gala, she really would rather stay home playing games and watching TV.

Not that she’d dare say that. Zhao Xunyin hated when she gamed all day on her days off—said it hurt her eyes. Hah. She was a doctor. As if she didn’t know?

Of course, she would never say that aloud. She valued her life. If she did, she’d probably get two smacks on the butt. And ugh, getting her butt slapped by her wife hurt.

Thinking of that, the expression on Shi Nanbei’s face grew even more pitiful. Usually she acted lively and boyish, always wearing oversized boyfriend-style shirts instead of anything cute or pink. Normally Zhao Xunyin could handle it.

But tonight, seeing her sitting there so small and obedient, head lowered, apologizing so earnestly, something warm flickered in Zhao Xunyin’s chest.

Plus, she had alcohol in her system.

She tried to hold herself back. Truly. But barely half a minute passed before Shi Nanbei’s loose pajama top slipped off one shoulder, revealing smooth, delicate skin.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Noticing Zhao Xunyin’s suddenly scorching gaze, Shi Nanbei looked up—straight into her wife’s eyes, darkened with unmistakable desire.

Shi Nanbei froze. She was apologizing so well just now—how did her wife suddenly turn into a beast?

“What are you trying to do?” she asked cautiously.

“Nothing,” Zhao Xunyin said with a straight face.

Shi Nanbei: “……”

That answer had zero credibility.

So, Shi Nanbei studied her wife carefully, then looked down at herself.

She wasn’t stupid. In fact, she was very smart. One glance was enough for her to figure out exactly why Zhao Xunyin’s gaze was so heated.

Sigh, it’s because I’m too pretty.

Feeling inexplicably smug, Shi Nanbei straightened her back proudly, puffing out her chest a little. Then she tugged at the hem of her pajama top, pulling it down so even more of her shoulder and soft curves showed. Only then did she look up, her expression sweet like a little bunny, and ask:

“You really don’t want to do anything?”

Zhao Xun-yin: “……”