March Ebony

An Chuyu's beauty was acclaimed as the ceiling of the entertainment industry, and every time she graced the red carpet, she overshadowed celebrities from all sides. Female stars who appeared alongside her felt immense pressure.
Not only was she top-notch in terms of beauty, but her acting skills were also praised by renowned directors, her movie opportunities were enviable, making countless people in the industry green with envy, and she was a walking trending topic. There was a saying that marketing accounts could top half a year's performance just by reporting any gossip about An Chuyu.
An Chuyu imagined she would ascend to new heights in her acting career, clutching more awards; but who knew, life is unpredictable, and with a single turn, she stepped into the halls of matrimony.
It was a marriage arranged by their families, without any foundation of affection, not even understanding each other, having met just once before getting their marriage certificate. The only meeting they had was accompanied by lawyers from both sides when they were notarizing their properties and signing a prenuptial agreement to prevent future disputes in case of divorce, prepared to split at any moment.
An Chuyu had one demand: to keep the marriage secret.
Xi Zheng: Well done, getting banished to the cold palace right after the wedding :)
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It was assumed that the marriage would be in name only, each doing their own thing, but unexpectedly, the two had a chance encounter in the romantic city of Paris, and sparks flew uncontrollably.
After returning home, An Chuyu changed faces like a Sichuan opera performer, unrecognizable and continued her crusade in the entertainment industry. Xi Zheng, however, couldn't forget her and flirted with her now and then.
……
Latter on, An Chuyu was snapped in the makeup room being intimately close with a man. It was confirmed that this man was none other than the power holder of Yueting, Xi Zheng.
#AnChuyuSugarDaddyExposed# quickly soared to the top of the trending search.
Fans were shocked, the haters became active, and her archenemies issued press releases one after another to overwhelm her.
Xi Zheng couldn't hold back and sneaked onto the company's official Weibo to clarify himself: I am married to An Chuyu, and we have a son together. Thank you for your concern.

All Too Late

The hot water cascaded down, and Xi Zheng raised a hand to gather his wet black hair behind his head, looking down at her, his tone inquiring, "Halftime break over, shall we start the second half?"


An Chuyu was thinking about busting his head open.


The next day was Thursday, a workday, and Xi Zheng still had to go to the company. Her usual biological clock was disrupted, and she didn't hear the alarm. When she woke up, she didn't see anyone on the bed.


She felt as if she had traveled back to that morning in Paris when she woke up to find An Chuyu had disappeared just as silently.


Xi Zheng sat up and rubbed his head. He had missed his dose of cold medicine last night, and his head was aching, as if a string was being pulled in his brain. He squinted and sat still for a long time but still couldn't clear his mind.


The phone rang, and he half-closed his eyes, grabbing it from the nightstand— a fluffy phone case, one touch, and he knew it wasn't his.


Chapter 18: No need to shoot tomorrow, right?_2