After My Flash Marriage with the Movie Queen - Chapter 99

While Zhao Xunyin was on the phone with her manager, the hashtag #ZhaoXunyinDaresToDoButNotDareToOwnUp rocketed to No. 9 on Weibo’s trending list with explosive speed.

Add that to the earlier hashtags #ZhaoXunyinLiedToFans and #ZhaoXunyinAltAccount, and Zhao Xunyin alone was now occupying three of the top ten hot searches.

Those were spots other artists had to pay for—yet she had taken three without spending a single cent.

Amazing. Truly peak traffic-star behavior, she comforted herself while scrolling through Weibo on her phone.

She had to comfort herself. Because at this rate, she might not dare to log onto Weibo again for the next two months.

What was she supposed to say if she did?

Her manager had already scolded her half to death, confiscated both her main and alt account passwords, and repeatedly emphasized that she was absolutely forbidden from registering yet another burner account just to stir up trouble on Weibo.

“If you do, I’ll die right in front of you—or you can just watch me die.”

Clearly, she had pushed her manager to the brink.

Zhao Xunyin didn’t dare make a sound.

But honestly, she was even more worried about what would happen once Shi Nanbei landed, opened Weibo, and saw what she’d done.

She was the older one.

A full thirteen years older than her wife.

She had already failed to maintain the elegance and composure of a mature woman in front of her wife—and now she’d even exposed her alt account and done something this childish. Logically speaking—forget it. She didn’t want to think logically anymore. Right now, she just wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor and disappear forever.

Ah, would her little wife think she was some sort of weird aunt? Petty and overthinking?

T^T

In all her thirty-four years, Zhao Xunyin had never felt time passing this slowly.

But even if time was torture, she still had to endure it—because if she wasn’t careful, things could get even more torturous later. And lingering in the airport much longer would definitely get her spotted by paparazzi.

Given the situation, she was definitely at the top of every paparazzi chase list. So, in the end, she drove herself back to her teacher’s courtyard with a heart full of dread.

When she arrived, her assistant was chatting with her teacher. Seeing her enter, the assistant wore an expression that was on the verge of laughter, while the teacher gave her a knowing, almost-smiling look.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Should I buy a mask and cover my whole face?

Zhao No-Face-To-Show Xunyin thought.

The assistant greeted her with suspicious enthusiasm:

“Yin-jie, you’re back.”

With a dark expression, Zhao Xunyin said,

“You’re not allowed to ask about Weibo.”

Her assistant, whose question was already at her throat, froze mid-sentence: “…”

Zhao Xunyin added, “One word—one thousand yuan deducted.”

Assistant: “…”

Wuwuwu, Yin-jie you’re so mean. I really want to know though.

But the assistant was still her employee—no amount of borrowed courage would let her dare to ask.

Her teacher, however, did dare.

“Xiao Beibei left?”

Zhao Xunyin’s expression stiffened. “Mm.”

Her teacher lifted a brow, adopting the tone of someone who had lived through it all.

“Newlyweds liking to cling to each other is normal. But you still need to give each other some space.”

Zhao Xunyin’s face went numb. “…”

No, I’m not, I wasn’t, please stop making stuff up.

She really didn’t understand. Ever since Shi Nanbei came to stay for four or five days, her assistant, her teacher, her teacher’s wife—every single one of them had undergone a fundamental personality shift.

Was that their true nature? Or was Shi Nanbei’s charm so powerful that prolonged exposure made people lose brain cells?

Thinking of her Weibo disaster, Zhao Xunyin wanted to clutch her chest and dramatically sigh into the sky. Forget saving face—she was debating whether she should just hang herself to end the humiliation.

Regret.

The kind of regret that turns your intestines green.

And just then, her phone kept buzzing nonstop. She pulled it out—her WeChat was full of “warm greetings” from industry friends:

“Hahahahaha are you okay, Old Zhao?”

“Old Zhao, do you need to borrow money to buy yourself some water-armies? HAHAHA.”

Zhao Xunyin’s face was icy, rigid, and completely numb. “…”

If I say I’m not okay, are any of you going to stop laughing?

Obviously not.

She ultimately retreated to her room with a frosty expression. Behind her, the assistant quietly told the teacher that she probably wouldn’t want dinner tonight.

Hearing that, Zhao Xunyin almost spat blood. “…”

Sure, she was angry enough to feel full—but dear assistant, you’re being a little too considerate, aren’t you?

She desperately needed a shower to calm down. After finally washing away her frustration, she told herself she might as well treat this disaster as offering the motherland an early New Year greeting.

But the moment she came out of the bathroom, a video call request popped up.

From the one person who never missed a chance to witness her misfortune—her old best friend, An He.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

No need to guess—she hung up immediately.

One second later, An He called again.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

Hang up.

An He called again.

Zhao Xunyin: “…”

An He, An He, you are not a good best friend, let me just say that. If you had even half the patience and determination for acting that you pour into gossip hunting, would you still be stuck at your current level of popularity?

Zhao Xunyin typed back:

“When dealing with people, leave a little room. We still have to meet again in the future, ok?”

An He replied:

“Since when did we ever ‘meet again’ in that way? Don’t you go putting a green hat on Qi Yu now.”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

She was seriously starting to wonder whether An He and Shi Nanbei were long-lost sisters—same brain circuit, different parents.

An He went on:

“Hurry up and answer the video call. I even ditched the beautiful Qi just to hear gossip from you, and you’re refusing to pick up? Do you have any shame after I danced sexy for you the whole night last time?”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

How many years was she planning to bring that up?

But An He didn’t care at all what Zhao Xunyin thought of her. Her greatest joys in life were spending money and collecting gossip. If Zhao didn’t tell her voluntarily, she would absolutely dig it out herself.

Oh well—she’d always known this day would come. You do the deed, you deal with the consequences.

So, when An He called for the fourth time, Zhao Xunyin finally accepted. The moment the video loaded—before Zhao could even see clearly—she heard An He’s unrestrained laughter:

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Zhao Xunyin, look at you now!”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

What was so strange? Women blinded by love all behaved like this.

The camera shifted, and Zhao finally saw An He lying against her headboard wearing nothing but a scandalously red lace camisole. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders; her expression was lazy, sultry, and up to no good.

And her cheeks were suspiciously flushed. Zhao’s eyelid twitched. Why did it feel like her best friend wasn’t here to tease her, but to seduce her?

An He squinted her eyes and smiled.

“Sis, you’re really something. I always thought you were the quiet, repressed type, but who knew you were openly thirsty? Hurry up and tell me—what were you thinking when you gave your alt account such a narcissistic name?”

Her best friend’s words were like a sharp blade stabbing directly into Zhao’s heart.

Zhao’s expression iced over: “……”

She refused to answer that question.

An He continued, relentless:

“If you really don’t want to talk, fine. Then tell me what possessed you to submit a post to Marriage Confessions using your alt?”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

She also refused to answer that.

An He, being so wonderfully “understanding,” switched targets:

“Or maybe tell me how you plan to explain your Weibo fiasco to your wife later?”

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

Stop asking. Even if you ask me to death, I’m not answering a single one.

But An He remained blissfully unaware of her friend’s prickly, prideful personality.

She cheerfully offered, “How about I call your wife and explain for you?”

Grinding her teeth, Zhao forced out a question:

“Explain what exactly?”

“Explain that you’ve always been this flirty—it’s not a recent development. Honestly, you used to be even worse, hahahahaha!”

An He was laughing so hard her shoulders trembled; if you looked closely, you could even see tears of laughter in her eyes.

Zhao’s face looked like it had been fished out of Antarctic iceberg water. Thank goodness it was An He on the other end—if it had been anyone else, her expression alone might’ve killed them on the spot.

Zhao Xunyin: “……”

There really wasn’t anything good she could say to this woman. With her face still frozen, Zhao moved to end the call—but An He suddenly said:

“Actually, I do have a way to make sure your wife doesn’t look at you differently.”

Zhao knew, with about 99% certainty, that nothing good ever came out of An He’s mouth.

But in her current panic-filled state, even An He’s nonsense sounded tempting.

People always reached for miracle cures when desperate—even double film queen Zhao Xunyin wasn’t immune.

If she was calm, she’d never believe An He’s nonsense.

But right now? Her brain was full of fog.

So, she asked, stiffly,

“What way?”

An He put on a falsely serious expression:

“Tell her, with full emotion: ‘Jiejie, I’m madly in love with you—so in love I don’t even know how to love you properly. That’s why I did something like this.’”

Zhao’s expression darkened instantly: “……”

An He nearly died laughing.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”