After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 95

Once the straight-laced Shi Nanbei finally figured out her own feelings, that little mouth of hers turned sweet as honey. Whatever sounded nice, she said it—unceasingly. Even though Zhao Xunyin was already thirty-four, she still found herself coaxed into smiling like a fool.

Put their ages together and they were nearly sixty, yet the moment the covers were pulled up, there they were—curled under the blanket, whispering shameless little love confessions. They started, of course, with how much they’d missed each other over the past month apart.

“It’s all your fault,” Shi Nanbei said righteously. “You used to pop back every few days to see me. But now it’s been over a month and you still haven’t come home. I miss you so much I can’t even sleep at night.”

Zhao Xunyin laughed, delighted. “You missed me that much? I really thought you wouldn’t.”

“If I don’t miss you, who else would I miss?” Shi Nanbei sighed heavily, her expression turning strangely conflicted. “You’ve been gone so long my period’s about to cycle twice. And you know how it is—right before and after ovulation, a woman just yearns. Top to bottom, everything’s yelling ‘I want you.’”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Sometimes she truly didn’t understand how a girl this young could talk about these things so calmly, as if it was nothing at all. Was it really that all medical students had steel-plated mental fortitude?

Did she really feel no shame talking about this?

“So basically,” Zhao Xunyin drawled, “the reason you missed me was just this?”

“What kind of question is that? Desire is human nature. What’s wrong with thinking about it? Don’t tell me you don’t?”

Zhao Xunying: “…”

Is whether I do or don’t really the point here?

“Of course it’s the point,” Shi Nanbei said earnestly. “I promised Sister An He I’d go three hundred rounds with you and make sure we produce a baby.”

The moment she heard her best friend’s name, Zhao Xunyin felt a headache blooming. “Try not to hang around her too much. She’s a bad influence.”

Shi Nanbei blinked innocently. “Why? What’s wrong with Sister An He?”

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

What’s wrong? That woman spends every waking moment plotting how to get you to divorce me so she can carve up my assets. That’s what.

Of course, she didn’t dare say that out loud. Especially when she remembered how the two of them could chat together like lifelong soulmates. Just thinking about it made her temples throb.

The girl was still too young. She didn’t understand that some people loved stirring up trouble when there was none and disappearing when trouble actually came.
And An He was exactly that type.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about her.” Zhao Xunyin let it drop. After all, it was her own longtime friend; bad-mouthing her behind her back didn’t feel quite right either.

Shi Nanbei, unaware of the complicated feelings involved, simply blinked her big eyes and asked cutely, “Um, do you like kids?”

They’d talked briefly about children on the phone before, but this was the first time having the conversation face-to-face. Seeing Shi Nanbei’s earnest expression, Zhao Xunyin suddenly felt a strange tightness in her chest. Her throat even went a bit dry.

“A-ah, they’re fine.”

She hesitated, her voice soft and unsure. “What about you? What do you think about having a child?”

“Not much.”

Zhao Xunyin’s heart dipped—just a little. But before she could say anything, Shi Nanbei casually added, “But if the baby looked like you, I might consider it.”

There were many things Shi Nanbei never said outright, yet they were painfully obvious.

For example, how hopelessly satisfied she was with Zhao Xunyin’s face.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the main reason she bent at all was because Zhao Xunyin was simply too good-looking. And when that impossibly gorgeous face softened into tenderness just for her, it nearly made her knees give out.

Before meeting Zhao Xunyin for their arranged date, Shi Nanbei had no idea what her orientation was. Her emotional development was late; she had no strong feelings toward either boys or girls. She spent almost all her time studying, and whatever free time she had went straight into gaming.

Shi Nanbei was a simple, straightforward person—and most people in the world were not like her. Casual acquaintances were fine, but close relationships? Having to consider someone’s emotions, social cues, tone, timing? She honestly found playing games much easier.

If making friends was already tiring, dating felt even more troublesome.

Games were far more interesting.

So, in a sense:

If not for Zhao Xunyin, Shi Nanbei might have remained a purely academic, game-playing hermit indefinitely.

Hearing her wife’s casual comment about the baby’s looks, Zhao Xunyin couldn’t stop the smile spreading on her face. “Why should the baby look like me? I think looking like you would be adorable.”

“It would be adorable if she looked like me,” Shi Nanbei agreed readily. But then her expression twisted with worry. “But I’m afraid she’d inherit my personality. My grandma always said I had no sense and gave her endless headaches. If my kid turned out like me, she’d probably drive me crazy. Better she look like you.”

Zhao Xunyin had been fully prepared for lines like:

“Because I love you, so I want our child to look like you—I’ll love them just as I love you.”

Or

“You’d be the mother; who else should the child resemble?”

Something sweet, tender, or at least a bit romantic.

She absolutely did not expect this answer.

What was that about a child like her being enough to drive someone to an early grave?

When did Shi Nanbei develop this level of self-awareness?

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

But honestly speaking, Shi Nanbei really was a bit of a buzzkill.

Not that this was the first time she’d ruined the mood—after being married for so long, Zhao Xunyin had long grown accustomed to her wife’s habit of blurting out something outrageous every few sentences.

“Fine,” Zhao Xunyin sighed after taking a moment. “So, when exactly are you planning to do it?”

“I’m fine with anytime. But what about you? You’re always so busy with work. I feel like for something like pregnancy and childbirth, having your partner by your side is really important.”

On this point, Zhao Xunyin clearly agreed. “Most of the schedules I’m running now are things I took on last year or earlier this year. I was already planning to retire anyway—both my fans and the company know. So, once I get through this stretch, things should calm down.”

“More specifically?”

“Probably around next March.”

Shi Nanbei mentally calculated the timeline. “If you’re in a hurry, then when summer break starts, we could start preparing?”

“Ahem.” Zhao Xunyin couldn’t handle her impatience. “I’m not in a rush. If anything, it looks like you’re the one who’s eager.”

Fair enough. From start to finish, Zhao Xunyin had never brought up the topic herself—it was always Shi Nanbei planning everything alone. And with Zhao Xunyin pointing it out, Shi Nanbei suddenly remembered something.

“Wait. Don’t tell me you really are childfree like people online say?”

Zhao Xunying: “?”

“Since when did I become childfree?” Zhao Xunyin’s expression darkened.

“It’s nothing. They’re just guessing. I mean, you’re in your thirties, almost forty.”

Zhao Xunying: “…”

She was only thirty-four, okay?

“Anyway,” Zhao Xunyin continued, hearing the undertone in her wife’s words, “you don’t sound all that enthusiastic about it yourself.”

So what—was Shi Nanbei only bringing this up because fans were urging them to have children?

“That’s not it.” Shi Nanbei shook her head. “My original plan was to finish school before dating, getting married, and having kids. But in my junior year, that whole plan got moved up, so I figured maybe the kid thing should get moved up too.”

As she spoke, her eyes drifted to Zhao Xunyin’s face. In her heart she secretly muttered: Isn’t this all for your sake? You’re not that young anymore—don’t you want to hold your daughter sooner?

How did she still not get it?

Zhao Xunyin paused for a second after listening, then smiled. “If you’re not ready, then let’s put this aside for now. There’s no need to rush. Just let it happen naturally. Honestly, more than having a child, what I care about is holding a wedding with you.”

For some reason, the moment she mentioned “wedding,” Shi Nanbei’s expression lit up with excitement. “A wedding?”

Zhao Xunyin wasn’t sure why her wife was suddenly so thrilled—but thinking about it, it made sense. A girl her age probably had imagined a fairy-tale wedding.

If she had known Shi Nanbei cared this much, she would’ve brought it up sooner.

“Of course.” Zhao Xunyin pulled the younger woman into her arms. “We’ve been married for so long—it’s about time we have a proper ceremony. So? What kind of wedding do you want? A beach wedding? Or maybe a medieval castle?”

These were, after all, the most popular choices among women.

But clearly, Shi Nanbei was not like other women.

“Can we hold a traditional Chinese wedding back in my village?” she asked.

Her excitement grew with every word. “I’ll be the bride, and you’ll come to pick me up—fight through all the challenges, defeat everyone in your way, and finally carry your beauty home!”

Zhao Xunying: “…”

Just listening to her gave her a headache. She really didn’t understand why Shi Nanbei always had such childish tastes.

“And what exactly would you be doing?” Zhao Xunyin asked. She only said it casually. Given her personality—and given that she was a celebrity—holding a rural village wedding was objectively impossible. Even if she agreed, her manager and her team definitely wouldn’t.

She hadn’t expected Shi Nanbei to have an answer ready—as if she’d been waiting for this exact question.

“Me? Of course I’ll be busy! Especially during the officiant’s speech—I’ll be there with my erhu and suona, and I’ll call a few friends from my music ensemble to join me. We’ll play accompaniment that’ll have everyone bawling their eyes out!”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Absolutely not.