Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio It was the cold winter of 2021. The snow and wind blew across the entire United States, bringing indefinite frost to every American household. Freezing, even with the heater on, hands wrapped around a cup of hot tea. Yet, in contrast with the extreme cold was Twitter, which was set ablaze by Jiang Sheng—the world-famous A-list actor was trending first on Twitter with the hashtag #JiangShengMarriage. With his impeccable features, Jiang Sheng’s all-time resting b*tch face couldn’t stop rabid global fans for their craze over him. His superb acting had won him two Oscars, reinforcing his status as an A-list superstar. All of his works in the entertainment industry—including movies, TV shows, and song production—always dominated the global charts. Investigation from the Guinness World Records committee showed an incomplete statistical distribution of his fans, reaching over the shocking number of 1 billion worldwide. As soon as the news of his wedding announcement broke out, fans were left devastated and shocked. Posts like “Exclusive: Famous actor Jiang Sheng’s wife painted as cheap gold-digger” and “Bold or reckless? Actor to star in Hollywood movie reveals wedding date” were all over Twitter. Some websites even went down as servers crashed due to a sudden surge. Still, fans continued to flood all social media platforms with anguish. On the 22nd floor of a well-lit luxurious apartment in NYC, a man in a white collared shirt had his arms draped on the sofa’s arms. His skin was fair, his nose straight. Even with the warm lights drenching his handsome face, it still wouldn’t turn soft, lest melting away his ice-cold expression. He uncrossed his slender legs, advancing to the table to retrieve his phone before collapsing back onto the sofa. His movements were graceful and elegant, appealing to the eye. Looking at the comments on his Instagram account, he knitted his brows together, displeased. “We hate her. Divorce her now!” to which he replied: None of your business. Butt out. “That gold-digger is no good for you. The d*mned woman is ruining your career!” Shut up, he replied. You know nothing about my career. “I’m a longtime fan. Divorce her, or I’ll unfollow you!” Pfft, how shallow.
“Does she even know how to cook?” Geez, he didn’t need anyone to take care of him.
There were too many of them—Jiang Sheng could only reply to this much. Just then, he remembered what his wife had told him—do not engage with his fans. F*ck. He messed up. At that instant, he heard the shower water stop. When her stunning figure came into sight, his eyes were glued on her since. Ning Xue came out of her refreshing shower with her half-wet hair. Her make-up-free face was delicate, her nose small, and her lips luscious red—they were merely highlighting her beauty. Leaving the first two buttons of her white shirt undone, she revealed her collarbone and a hint of what was beneath. As her tight jeans hugged around her perky hips, it showed off her long, slender legs. She was already tempting enough, but the alluring scent of her perfume swayed him even more. And her red stilettos—they emphasized the smooth skin on her feet, elegantly curved into perfection. But her eyes were stone-cold. Grabbing the mat, Jiang Sheng spread it out in front, and with a loud thud, he kneeled on the ground. His eyes were aggrieved and pensive. Ning Xue walked to him, took his chin with her finger, and caught his gaze. They were inches away.. She breathed the words out, “You responded to your fans—didn’t I tell you not to do so?”