Yan Luo

“Best Actress Xia, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Best Actress Xia, do you know that Director Han wants to court you? Will you say yes to him?”
Xia Yishan rubbed between her eyebrows. “No, I don't know anything about that. No comment, thanks.”
As the crowd clamored on, a tiny red book fell out of Best Actor Su’s pocket. A nearby reporter picked it up. “Good heavens! It’s the marriage certificate of Su Jingting and Xia Yishan!”
Su Jingting went to Xia Yishan and grabbed her round the waist. He said to the reporters who asked the questions earlier, “She doesn't have a boyfriend but a husband. Tell Han Zimo to stop dreaming.” 
‘Hey, hey, hey! What happened to keeping our marriage a secret?!’

The Sweet Life: Secretly Married to a Movie Star

    When Xia Yishan got home, she couldn't wait to open the huge custom-made red packet that Su Jingting had given her.


  She counted twice, and it was 24,966.


  After thinking for a long time, she finally understood. 19 years, 1314 yuan a year, wasn't that 24966 yuan?


  Even Xia Yishan, who was already mentally old, still had the heart of a young girl. She ran excitedly to the living room and hugged Su Jingting, who was sweeping the floor.


  She swept the floor, cooked, washed the dishes, and did not miss out on any household chores.


  In her memory, Su Ting's quality of life was very high. He had a special auntie to take care of him, so he didn't have to do it himself.


  When she first came to her apartment, she didn't know how much dishwashing liquid she used to wash the dishes.


  Well, it was quite difficult to be a househusband.


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