After being discovered at the sports stadium on Christmas night, Chen Die and Wen Liang ran out like a pair of fugitive lovers, finally escaping their pursuing fans by running all the way to a small storage room at the back of the stadium.
They stood face to face in the dark storage room, and after a few seconds of silence, they laughed until they could hardly breathe.
That night, the incident became major news and trended online.
After such a high-profile proposal on the awards stage, people were already very curious about them.
However, many fans also condemned and appealed online for people not to chase celebrities in public places or excessively pry into Die jie’s privacy.
The next day, Chen Die specifically sent messages to Li Cong and Lin Qingye to apologize for disrupting their music festival with her unexpected appearance.
The two were very laid-back, as they organized the music festival just for fun, and even thought it was entertaining to see them being chased.
The stubborn pimple on Chen Die’s face persisted for two days, but by the third day, it was completely gone. She didn’t have the type of skin that easily left acne marks.
Early on the third day, the two went to get their marriage license.
The civil affairs bureau was crowded in the morning. They had prepared to be recognized, so Chen Die didn’t bother with a hat or mask, mainly to avoid ruining her makeup and hairstyle.
Fortunately, the “don’t chase celebrities, respect privacy” appeal from Chen Die’s fans after the sports stadium incident had proven effective. Although everyone around was taking photos of them with their phones, they weren’t being surrounded like monkeys in a zoo.
Chen Die hadn’t expected so many people to be getting marriage licenses today.
They queued until almost noon without reaching their turn.
She had no work today, but Wen Liang was extremely busy. After waiting for an hour, he started receiving non-stop phone calls about project-related matters.
Zhu Qicong’s call only ended when it was finally their turn.
As they entered the room, Chen Die gave him a sidelong glance, saying sarcastically: “CEO Wen is so busy yet spares time to get a marriage license, how hard-working of you.”
Wen Liang chuckled, reached out, and squeezed her neck: “Who was it that didn’t want to come get the license because of a pimple? I had already finished all my work before, then had to wait for your pimple to disappear, and you’re still blaming me?”
Chen Die knew she was in the wrong, but felt that on their registration day, he was being verbally relentless. She grunted a few times, unwilling to respond.
All those other newlywed couples outside were super loving!!
How come when it came to them, he was grabbing her neck again?
So when the two sat in front of the registrar, their appearance and aura were very different from ordinary couples.
Chen Die couldn’t be bothered with Wen Liang, and Wen Liang naturally had a rebellious face, especially when not smiling, looking rather difficult to deal with.
The registrar wore reading glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose and looked up to observe them.
This registrar probably never paid attention to any entertainment news and didn’t recognize them. He looked at them and joked with a smile: “Fought?”
Chen Die: “…”
“Marriage is full of bickering, and before you know it, a lifetime has passed. But it’s rare to see couples who are still upset with each other on their registration day.”
The registrar looked at Wen Liang’s formal suit and somehow determined that Chen Die must be the one with the temperament causing the discord.
He continued, “Such a good husband, handsome too, you should cherish him.”
Chen Die: “?”
Since the proposal, fans online have been telling Wen Liang to cherish her. This was the first time Chen Die had heard the subject and object reversed.
She turned her head to glance at Wen Liang, who lowered his gaze and smiled, teasing her: “Did you hear that?”
“…”
This man took an inch and ran a mile.
Until they took their photo and received their marriage certificate, Chen Die anxiously opened it to check the picture.
A red-background photo of them together, both wearing proper white shirts, turned out unexpectedly well. Even Wen Liang’s usual severity was softened in the photo, looking somewhat gentle.
Chen Die held the two marriage certificates and turned to look at Wen Liang.
The man stood by the window, square window frames casting shadows of light and shadow across his face. He looked quite calm, but his eyes held a faint smile, appearing unusually gentle.
Chen Die’s heart stirred as she looked at him for a while until Wen Liang turned to look at her. She said with slight surprise: “I heard that men become much softer in temperament after marriage.”
Wen Liang lowered his gaze, looking at her with a gentle laugh.
It was an indescribable tenderness.
They got into the car.
Wen Liang didn’t start driving immediately, but rolled down his window and asked: “Can I smoke a cigarette?”
Chen Die thought to herself that he had never asked for her permission to smoke before, and nodded: “Sure.”
Wen Liang lit a cigarette, resting his arm on the car window with the cigarette pointing outward. Bluish-white smoke drifted outside, the small flame looking particularly intense in the summer.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at the two marriage certificates on Chen Die’s lap—she was taking photos with her phone.
Wen Liang reached over and took one, examining it.
Just as Chen Die pressed the shutter button, Wen Liang’s hand came across, ruining the photo. She frowned, looked up, and saw him casually flicking ashes with extreme nonchalance.
She couldn’t stand it: “Be careful! You’ll burn our marriage certificate when we’ve just gotten it.”
Wen Liang sneered at her: “Look at how timid you are.”
“…”
Wen Liang opened the marriage certificate with one hand, examining it carefully, seeming lost in thought. After a good while, he suddenly smiled again and called to her: “Lingling.”
Her heart stilled: “Hmm?”
“You’re mine now,” Wen Liang said.
He waved the red booklet as if showing off.
After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, they went directly to the Wen Yuan Group.
Chen Die went with him. As soon as they entered the company, everyone stared at them, but this time people weren’t just sneaking glances. When they met face to face, they would call Chen Die “President’s wife,” very appropriately.
Chen Die was delighted by these greetings of “President’s wife,” following Wen Liang all the way to the top floor executive office.
She had posted a photo of their marriage certificate on her WeChat Moments while in the car, and now there were many comments and likes congratulating her and Wen Liang.
Meanwhile, Wen Liang had already immersed himself in work with remarkable speed. It wasn’t clear how much time getting the marriage certificate had cost him, as Zhu Qicong came in several times to deliver documents and report on various matters.
Chen Die watched him for a while, then, bored, decided to log into Weibo.
With so many people seeing them at the Civil Affairs Bureau, candid photos had already been posted online, so there was nothing to hide.
Chen Die posted the marriage certificate as well.
Not knowing what caption to write, she just added a small red heart.
Soon, fans who had been waiting on Weibo responded with likes, shares, and comments.
Ahhhhhhhhhh!! Congratulations on your marriage, Die jie!!
Wuwuwuwuwu my Die jie!!
Although we all like CEO Wen very much, I still have to say! CEO Wen must have incredible ancestral fortune to marry our Die jie, a fairy who is fair-skinned, beautiful, good-natured, and professionally capable!!
…
These fans’ flattering comments were very pleasing to read. Chen Die enjoyed them for quite a while when she suddenly noticed a comment quickly pushed to the top by fans.
Wen Yuan Group Official Account: Greetings, President’s wife [heart]
And it was a repost with a comment.
Chen Die stared at this comment for a while, then looked at Wen Liang signing documents at his desk.
Previously, this official account had posted content related to Chen Die several times. Chen Die had always thought these operations were approved by Wen Liang before being posted, but now—
No one had come in to report this to Wen Liang.
This official account was free to bounce around in her comment section.
What about those previous posts…?
After more than an hour, Wen Liang finally finished his work. Looking up, he saw Chen Die on the sofa, coolly staring at him.
He walked over, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her: “Are you angry?”
Chen Die raised her eyes slightly and showed him the comment from the company’s official account on her phone: “CEO Wen, who runs your account?”
He looked at the Weibo post and smiled: “It’s a good response, isn’t it?”
“I thought all those flirtatious posts from the official account were under your orders, but they’re posting on their own, even helping CEO Wen pursue his wife back then.”
“The previous ones were approved by me,” Wen Liang explained carelessly, pecking at her lips, his palm against her waist, pinching and touching, being quite handsy. “If they couldn’t even say ‘President’s wife,’ what would be the point of keeping them at the company?”
Chen Die: “…”
Wen Liang was always like this whenever he got close—he liked to touch and caress her body, full of aggression.
Just a moment ago, Chen Die had the upper hand, but half a minute later, she was completely subdued by Wen Liang.
This man had no shame, engaging in broad daylight indulgence with great self-righteousness, lying on top of Chen Die, playfully biting her collarbone.
Chen Die slapped his back, but he wouldn’t get off.
“Did you lock the door?” Chen Die asked.
“No.”
Chen Die immediately reacted strongly, pushing him away. Wen Liang locked her with his legs and held her wrists, and his chest shook with laughter. After a while, he reassured her: “It’s locked.”
Chen Die was annoyed with him, kicking at him with her leg but missing.
After tussling for a while, she grew tired and just let Wen Liang press on top of her, finding a comfortable position on the sofa.
“You know, we’re kind of like newlyweds after a brief separation,” Chen Die suddenly said.
“We are newlyweds now.”
“But it doesn’t seem like much has changed, just an extra certificate,” Chen Die thought for a moment, then added, “Maybe things will be very different when we have children?”
Wen Liang paused, and looked up, his gaze deepening, his Adam’s apple moving sharply: “Children?”
Chen Die stopped: “No… I don’t mean soon, just, we’ll definitely have them someday, right? Don’t you like children?”
“I didn’t before,” Wen Liang curled his lips. “But if they’re ours, that’s not bad.”
“What do you mean ‘not bad’? What are you so smug about? Who said I want children with you!” Chen Die immediately retracted her statement.
But Wen Liang was no longer listening to her. Taking advantage of the locked door and his completed work, he truly indulged in broad daylight pleasures.
By the time they left the company, it was already dark. The assistants outside the office had all gone home, not entering the office once in two hours.
Since responding to “President’s wife” was a basic skill for all employees, knowing not to disturb when the president and his wife were alone in a locked room was probably also an unspoken company rule.
This didn’t bear thinking about too deeply, as doing so would likely make one want to murder Wen Liang.
Almost everyone in the company had gone home. Wen Liang wiped clean the stains on the sofa and floor with tissues, throwing the crumpled paper balls into the trash.
Chen Die coldly observed, falling into deep thought on their marriage registration day.
Fortunately, Wen Liang still had some humanity left—he didn’t continue after they got home. He read project proposals until very late, while Chen Die, exhausted, fell asleep early.
Early the next morning, Wen Liang was still sleeping when Chen Die got up.
After a quick wash, she went downstairs, planning to do some sculpting yoga when the doorbell rang.
Chen Die couldn’t think of who would come to the West Suburbs villa at this hour. Completely believing it was Zhang Sao, she went to the door without any caution, wearing slippers.
“…”
Huh???
At the door were a man and a woman. The man was holding a selfie stick with a tablet attached to the top.
Then Chen Die heard the woman exclaim: “Alright! We’ve now arrived at the home of Miss Chen Die, the Baihua Best Actress Award winner! Thank you all for waiting!”
Chen Die suddenly realized—
After the Baihua International Film and Television Festival’s Best Actor and Actress awards, there was always a surprise daily life livestream as a year-end special. That’s why all invited actors had to fill out personal information forms, including their residential addresses.
Chen Die and Ye Chuqing were so close that Ye Chuqing didn’t even send her that form, but filled it out for her, sent it to her for confirmation, and then submitted it.
Because of this, Chen Die had completely forgotten about this activity that had been part of the Baihua Awards for several years.
Until this moment.
Chen Die froze for two seconds before frantically inviting the two inside.
The female host smiled brightly: “I know many friends are particularly fond of Miss Chen Die, so now let’s ask Miss Chen Die to say hello to our livestream audience.”
Chen Die’s mind was racing, wondering what would happen if Wen Liang woke up and came downstairs… would he come down wearing just his robe…?
Her remaining presence of mind was only enough to smile at the camera and greet: “Hello everyone, I’m Chen Die.”
Female host: “Ah, right, today we should also say something to our Best Actress—congratulations on your marriage!”
“…Thank you.”
“Everyone loves you and your husband. Is he home right now?” the female host asked.
Chen Die decided to take the initiative, planning to go upstairs when Wen Liang came down to make sure he was properly dressed, so he could make a handsome appearance without disappointing fans’ expectations.
Chen Die: “He’s still sleeping. I’ll go wake him up. Please wait a moment.”
With that, she stood up and headed upstairs.
But… why was the cameraman following her?
Chen Die reluctantly opened the bedroom door, leaving just a crack, and slipped inside. She could still hear the female host behind her, speaking in a hushed, dramatic voice to the camera: “We’re now at the newlywed’s bedroom door! Aren’t you all excited!”
“…”
The cameraman only stood outside the door. Fortunately, looking through the crack, they could only film the blanket, not Wen Liang’s face.
Chen Die sat on the edge of the bed, blocking the camera view even more thoroughly.
“Wen Liang.”
As soon as she spoke, she saw Wen Liang, eyes tightly closed, slightly furrowing his brow.
She thought, “This is bad,” and sure enough, the next second, Wen Liang reached out from under the blanket, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace, his voice husky: “I let you rest last night just so you could get up early to bother me?”
Chen Die: “…”
Female host: “…”
Cameraman: “…”
The livestream exploded.