Salt-baked Peach

Wen Qiao had transmigrated into a book, becoming a notorious, brainless, and easily replaceable vase-like minor celebrity.
The worst part was that the first scene she entered was literally a path to disaster; at her own engagement party, she was plotting to seduce the male lead into an irrevocable situation, not to mention that she wanted to break off her engagement with her wealthy, handsome fiancé!
Wen Qiao stated, "This cannon fodder script must be changed!"
Thus, netizens saw a dramatic transformation in Wen Qiao, who previously had been utterly lovesick and only chased after a man. She became a living, breathing person who aggressively won awards until her hands were sore.
Moreover, she had a group of men chasing after her.
At the height of her career, Wen Qiao suddenly went public with her sweet relationship with a business tycoon.
At the award ceremony, when reporters asked if she planned to marry.
Wen Qiao, holding her trophy, had an answer that turned heads, "No, why would I give up the whole forest for one tree?"
A couple of days later, Wen Qiao posted a photo of her marriage certificate online with the caption—
From now on, I'm Mrs. Fu.
Netizens: Didn't you say no marriage?
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The super-topic about "Wen Ji and Qi Wu," a couple made popular by a variety show, disappeared overnight.
Netizens: ?? Where's my shipped couple?
Fu Jinghen: I took care of it.
How could my wife be paired up with someone else?

My Superstar Wife Is So Popular

Wen Qiao was terrified that she would blurt out something like, "Seeing you're doing so well, XXX's spirit in heaven can rest in peace."


"Sister Yao, you're only two years older than me, right?"


"Yeah." Jiang Yao nodded, not understanding why she suddenly asked this.


"Then could you please not look at me with a motherly gaze? You're in your twenties, a bachelorette—can't you be a little more youthful?"


"...." Jiang Yao poked her forehead, "You ungrateful little thing."


Wen Qiao pouted and continued drinking her water.


The assistant director came over, "Later, we still have to take a photo of you with the male lead, and then a group photo to wrap it up. Right now, it's the second female lead Xuan Jia's makeup test shoot; it will take a bit more time. You guys don't have to wait here."


The air conditioning in the room was somewhat faulty; it was still unbearably hot despite being on the lowest setting. Wen Qiao didn't want to stay there any longer, and upon hearing the assistant director's suggestion, she quickly agreed and eagerly grabbed Jiang Yao to go back and enjoy the air-conditioning.


Just as they turned the corner and saw Qi Ming, Wen Qiao almost instinctively wanted to turn back.


But then she thought: she hadn't done anything guilty, so why should she hide?


With this in mind, Wen Qiao straightened her back and walked forward as if she didn't see Qi Ming at all, without even a sidelong glance.


She had thought Qi Ming felt the same; they had just run into each other and could pretend not to know each other.


However, when Qi Ming grabbed her wrist and started leading her toward an empty room, the only thought in her mind was—this guy really thinks differently from normal people.


Left behind, Jiang Yao and Zhang Chi looked at each other for a moment, unsure of what had just happened; then, Zhang Chi was the first to respond, "What is your artist trying to do to my artist?"


Jiang Yao replied, "If you're not blind, you should have seen that it was your artist who made the first move on mine."


The two exchanged looks again, and at this moment, the previously invisible assistant, Zheng Ce, spoke up, "Shouldn't we go and check on them?"


Jiang Yao and Zhang Chi snapped out of it and quickly followed.


"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't pull me around in public like this."


After being dragged by Qi Ming for a while, Wen Qiao grew impatient and shook her hand to free herself, but couldn't.


Qi Ming snorted coldly, "Stop playing little tricks; I'm telling you, playing hard to get won't work on me."


Wen Qiao said, "Honey, I suggest you go to the hospital for a full brain scan ASAP."


"Overthinking is a sickness; it needs to be cured."


No sooner had Wen Qiao finished speaking than she was flung by Qi Ming into an empty room. Due to inertia, she spun around slightly before steadying herself.


Her skirt, because of her movement, drew a circle in mid-air and lightly brushed against Qi Ming's leg.


Wen Qiao, annoyed, said, "If you have something to say, then say it. If you have to fart, just fart."


"Did you coerce my little uncle?" Qi Ming really was not polite at all.


Wen Qiao looked at him disbelievingly, her face screaming, "You must be out of your mind; why else would you ask such a stupid question? How could anyone threaten my little uncle, he's so capable?"


Qi Ming didn't understand, "Then why else would he cast you as the lead in 'Red Makeup'? Unless he's sick."


Wen Qiao spread her hands, "It's not impossible."


Qi Ming gazed at her intensely, as if trying to find through her face any evidence that she coerced his uncle.


"....." Wen Qiao felt she was unjustly wronged, but she also thought that if she told him about the deal she made with Fu Jinghen, he would strangle her. After all, she was supposed to help his little uncle steal his woman; no man could tolerate that.


Chapter 24: Overthinking is a Disease, It Needs Treatment