What is your relationship with her?

"Even if your production team is rich, hiring me would probably strain your budget."

Only a few lights were on in the room. The person sitting on the bed was looking at him sleepily. The early autumn night was a bit chilly. She curled herself up tightly in the quilt, her hair piled messily on her shoulders. Everything seemed to have returned to the time when he first fell in love.

That day, the house was full of distinguished guests and fine wine. The little cat secretly slipped out to touch up her makeup. She found him following behind her, looking at her with the same curious yet dreamy eyes. Only by carefully examining those almond-shaped round eyes could one catch the cunning hidden behind the innocence.

"Mr. Jin is expensive..."

But...aren't you my husband?

Lin Zhen'er straightened up slightly. She could tell that the man who had rushed into the room in the middle of the night wasn't really angry.

The other person's feigned serious face actually concealed an emotion of coquetry. With this in mind, the screenwriter, Lin, who had become bolder, simply licked her somewhat dry lips, tilted her head, and asked the person who was getting closer and closer to her.

"Then... then where do I find the time to practice my lines?"

Jin Yanzhi looked at his wife's rosy face as she slept, and took the opportunity to sit down. He was a little tired from supporting himself on the bed with one hand for so long. Suddenly, the familiar fire in the eyes of the man sitting opposite him flared up again, exuding ambition and a playful aura. It burned so hard that his throat went dry and his whole body tensed up. His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he calmed down a little.

The woman, who had been easily startled, suddenly fell silent at those words. She swallowed hard, mimicking the man, and remained silent for a long time.

The person in front of her was so funny that screenwriter Lin's mind went blank for a moment. President Jin, who was always busy and unrestrained in the business world, often didn't even have time to go home for a proper meal, but at this moment, he actually started considering her casual suggestion.

The newlywed husband's years of shrewdness and unintentional naiveté clashed and blended with the person opposite him, catching the person who was just joking off guard.

The young, domineering CEO sitting by the bed was very handsome. His physique and demeanor surpassed even those of many young male celebrities, possessing the refined elegance of a noble young master. It's a pity, though; a true dragon shouldn't linger in a small puddle, not even for her sake.

"You're really going to act in this, you idiot? Am I crazy? Sending you to a film set to film kissing scenes with other women?"

Lin Zhen'er chuckled, reached out and rubbed her husband, who was deep in thought, before getting up to pour herself a glass of water and gulping it down. The hotel had turned on the heating early, but unfortunately, she wasn't used to it and woke up from the dryness shortly after lying down. She had to add an extra blanket to the bed before she could fall asleep again. Before she could even start dreaming, an uninvited guest arrived from behind her.

Her words were lighthearted and playful, but they stirred up a storm in the heart of the person sitting behind her. He had been busy with work for the past few years and rarely had the experience of flirting. His wife's playful rubbing of his face with a hint of jealousy was an experience he had almost never had before.

It felt like someone had set up a small drum in his heart and was banging it on with a stick, making his old face turn red.

"I bought a house behind this place. It's nicely decorated and even has a yard."

"Qiaojie will come over first thing tomorrow morning with Laicai and our luggage. We'll stay here with you for the time being to avoid any further trouble."

Feeling that her explanation was justified and reasonable, she didn't care about the "surprised" reaction of screenwriter Lin. She immediately unbuttoned her coat, revealing a matching floral pajama top underneath, and crawled into bed, closing her eyes.

When he was single, his biggest fear was having someone in the room where he slept, even when his assistant was working overtime on the sofa in the suite during a short break from a business trip. Now, only a few days into his marriage, he feels that the bed and bedroom without his wife are as cold as an icebox, and he didn't sleep a wink last night.

Left with no other choice, she could only lie down. The stubble-covered chin of the man behind her tickled the back of her neck, and his warm breath brushed against her collarbone and ear. The atmosphere in the room was somewhat ambiguous, but Lin Zhen'er had no strength to struggle. She obediently curled up in his arms and finally fell into a deep sleep as dawn broke.

When the alarm finally rang and woke her up, the busy CEO Jin was already standing in front of the sink, straightening his tie. Lin, the screenwriter, struggled to her feet and naturally walked over to him, groggily brushing her teeth. But as she stood there, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of his phone screen.

A prominent message appeared on the blue-glowing screen, impossible for anyone with a keen eye to miss:

"Since Jiang Chengjing arranged it last night, let's stop the new projects of both companies and teach her a lesson."

The hotel toothpaste stung her lips, and the woman, her mouth full of foam, quickly looked away. As the person beside her touched her head before leaving, she flashed her usual sweet smile, hugged them, and then returned to the sink to stare blankly.

Last night's paparazzi photos were actually arranged by that Miss Jiang. No wonder the photos got into the Jin family so quickly. It's such a remote hot pot restaurant; it seems they intentionally had the paparazzi follow their itinerary.

She's already married into a wealthy family and is a socialite with high media exposure both domestically and internationally. Why would she give up the comfortable life of a wealthy heiress to keep an eye on them, newlyweds? Jin Yanzhi says he has no history with this woman—is he just lying to himself? They don't seem to have ever been in love.

By the time her phone alarm went off for the second time, she had no time to think about any of this. She quickly tied her hair into a bun, grabbed her bag, and ran downstairs.

After the meeting, I went to focus on revising the script and rehearsing the lines. By the time I left the base, it was already completely dark. I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by my boss, Mr. Jin, or if the big shots were just too busy, but she, who was supposed to be a trainee screenwriter, has started taking on major roles these past two days. Apart from giving some guidance in the group chat, the two lead screenwriters haven't even shown their faces.

"Zhen'er, let's go home."

A familiar voice interrupted her; the man standing by the car looked utterly exhausted. It was easy to tell how tiring his day had been, shuttling between Pingyang and the filming location in the suburbs.

The exhausted guy couldn't hide the joy in his eyes when he saw her. Through the rolled-down car window behind him, Lai Cai's chubby little mouth sticks out its tongue and smiles happily. It bounces excitedly from side to side, wagging its tail at its mother along with its father outside the window.

The Jin family was as efficient as ever. The woman who followed her husband back to their "new home" found her luggage neatly arranged as soon as she entered. Further inside, steaming dishes were being served one after another at the dining table.

"Jiang Chengjing is coming to visit tomorrow. He said the kids are on holiday and he's coming to the filming location for a day trip."

The matsutake chicken soup in her mouth was very sweet and delicious. Lin Zhen'er, who had been drinking several bowls of it with her head down, heard this and subtly looked up to observe her husband's expression.

His face remained expressionless as he meticulously peeled shrimp, feeding them one after another into her bowl. His rolled-up sleeves revealed his well-defined forearms, which, combined with his dazzling diamond-encrusted watch, made it impossible not to take a second look.

"Then I'll arrange the meal."

She picked up a shrimp from her bowl and ate it as she answered. To her surprise, Mr. Jin didn't object. He nodded with a smile, his eyes full of doting affection as he looked at his wife.

The following evening, besides Ms. Jiang, who had almost landed her on the trending topics, the new female lead from the production team, who hadn't been seen in public for days, also appeared at the hot pot restaurant. Lin Zhen'er, who had casually applied light makeup in the crew's car before leaving the house, looked at those two strikingly beautiful faces and, sitting next to her husband ordering food, suddenly felt a little insecure.

Today's seat was one I specifically chose; it was the same VIP seat where I was secretly photographed the other day.

But the woman opposite, who seemed indifferent to the world and was comforting her child, had an innocent look on her face. She must have already found out the truth from the Jin family, which is why she hurriedly brought her child to this godforsaken place pretending to be on a picnic, but actually seeking peace.

"Next time Sister Jiang wants to eat hot pot, just come and find us."

Why bother hiring paparazzi to stake out the area? It just creates unnecessary trouble in the end.

Lin Zhen'er had no intention of letting that socialite off the hook. If Jin Yanzhi had trusted her even a little less this time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Besides, the socialite had never stopped trying to trip her up since their first meeting, so it was better to just confront her directly.

"Oh, it's all a misunderstanding."

I called those paparazzi. I originally wanted to take pictures of the male lead; that guy was chasing after me a while ago. I didn't expect to see you guys having a late-night snack. I'll punish myself with a drink first.

The female celebrity who picked up the wine glass was clearly trying to stir up trouble even while taking the blame.

"Miss Xia has a sugar daddy backing her up, yet she's still thinking of having someone follow young heartthrobs. If my older brother, who's currently on a business trip in France, finds out, I'm afraid you two will be in deep trouble, won't you?"

As a person, you can't have everything.

This time, President Jin, with a cold laugh, spoke before his wife could. Even the eldest daughter of the Jiang family would be taught a lesson for those who sabotaged him behind his back, and their projects would be halted. How much more so this actress in front of him, who had been kept by a big shot in the industry for years and raked in countless riches?

But the child across from him, who was eating with his head down, seemed terrified when he saw him lose his temper.

The little guy pouted but didn't cry out loud. He had already started rubbing his reddened eyes. Jin Yanzhi, whose heart softened a little, didn't continue the conversation. He looked at the two women opposite him with disdain, made an excuse to go out and pay the bill, picked up the child in his arms, and walked towards the door.

Watching her husband walk away, the woman, feeling that the meal was uninteresting, picked up her phone to scan the QR code and pay the bill.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chengjing across the way suddenly showed a lot of resentment. She glanced at the door as if by accident and said softly.

"Yan Zhi really dotes on Heng Heng. Sometimes I see him carrying that boy around on his back."

I often think back to high school when we'd sneak out of class to go hiking. I sprained my ankle then, and he carried me on his back all the way down the mountain.

Lin Zhen'er was naturally uncomfortable with these words. After paying, she turned around and started putting on her coat, not intending to continue arguing with this crazy woman.

"You know what, if you look closely at Hengheng, his eyebrows and eyes are quite similar to President Jin's."

"If you hadn't argued back then, and you hadn't thrown a tantrum and gone abroad..."

The female celebrity stopped speaking at the right moment, and the person who was looking down at her bag finally stopped. She turned her head to look at the two pretentious women opposite her and noticed for the first time that Jiang Chengjing had a tattoo on his skin that he usually covered with his wristwatch.

That pattern was extremely rare; it was a sun totem with two small wings on either side, making it unforgettable. The last time I saw this pattern was in my husband's study, where there was a huge sun on the background wall, exactly the same as the one in his hand.

The sharp pain of fingertips digging into the palm reminded the owner that this was not a dream. The two plastic sisters on the table, who were obviously ready to watch the show, had been preparing for it all along. The person who was about to ask a question after taking a few deep breaths was bumped into by the child who ran back from ahead and stumbled.

The person behind her was no different than usual, promptly reaching out to support her and whispering to ask if she was alright. Forcing a smile, Lin Zhen'er didn't want to lose face in this situation, so she took her husband's arm and said softly:

"It's alright, everyone's finished eating, let's go."

The cold wind outside the store howled and filled her sleeves and nostrils the moment she stepped out. Unable to calm down, she felt the questions and jealousy surging in her chest about to break through her reason and rush to her lips at any moment.

The driver was clearly unaware of her emotions, holding the steering wheel with one hand as he drove home, while simultaneously reaching out to hold her hand.

"Have you slept with Jiang Chengjing?"

The person had a thousand roundabout questions in their mind, but in their anger and confusion, they chose the most direct one.

The sudden braking and her husband's astonished reply rushed towards her at the same time:

"What did you say?"