After the Flash Marriage, My Ex Who is a Movie Queen Keeps Flirting with Me - Chapter 5

The aunt watched as the two women’s demeanor shifted in an instant from warm smiles to sharp antagonism. Yet even in their argument, there was an inexplicable aura that excluded outsiders, as if their eyes were locked only on each other.

This subtle dynamic left the aunt, as a third party, silently observing, unsure whether to intervene.

A growing unease settled in her heart. The matchmaker was a longtime friend, unlikely to deceive her. Yet the scene unfolding before her looked nothing like a couple who had only known each other for a few days. She could easily believe they had been living together for years.

Though puzzled, the aunt refrained from asking directly. The tension between the two women was palpable, as if they were about to come to blows. Finally, she broke the stalemate with a practical question: “Miss Jiang, do you have any dietary restrictions? I’ll continue writing them down.”

Remembering the aunt’s presence, the isolating atmosphere instantly dissipated. Ming Jiyue let out a “hmph,” while Jiang Wanyu secretly exhaled in relief.

Ming Jiyue’s expression remained frosty as she repeated, “Auntie, she has no restrictions. She especially loves celery—make sure to add extra.”

The aunt couldn’t help but chuckle. The woman who had seemed so poised and mature just moments ago was now acting so childish.

Jiang Wanyu found the situation amusing but played along. “Yes, I love celery. No other restrictions.”

The aunt smiled faintly, adding “celery” to the list without comment.

She reviewed the notes from start to finish, pausing at “fish mint.” Curious, she recalled trying it once and finding the taste unbearable. This was the first time she’d encountered someone who actually liked it.

The thought made her question herself. Perhaps the fish mint she’d tried before wasn’t authentic?

She resolved to give it another try sometime.

From the moment Jiang Wanyu changed her profile picture to a couple’s avatar, she knew she’d be bombarded with questions. So when Tian Cheng, who chatted with her frequently and had a keen eye for detail, asked about it, Jiang Wanyu wasn’t surprised.

Tian Cheng: Your profile picture… Did you lose a dare? Get hacked? Or get possessed?

Jiang: None of the above.

Tian Cheng: Then why change to this kind of avatar? Sudden illness???

Jiang: I’m not sick either. I just felt like changing it.

Tian Cheng: “Sudden illness” doesn’t mean you’re actually sick… Never mind, it’s not important.

Tian Cheng didn’t reply for several minutes, likely stunned.

A moment later, she returned.

Tian Cheng: Your and Ming Jiyue’s avatars… They’re not a couple’s avatar, are they?

Jiang Wanyu was mildly surprised at how quickly she’d figured it out.

Jiang: Impressive! How did you figure it out? Is it that obvious?

Tian Cheng: Obvious my ass! The art style of your avatars is so subtle that even if I put them side by side, I wouldn’t have noticed they were a couple’s avatar if I hadn’t already suspected something and looked closely.

Jiang: Then how did you know?

Tian Cheng: I didn’t know it was a couple’s avatar, but do you think I don’t know you two? Ming Jiyue is full of tricks. You’d only agree to change your avatar like this because of her. She probably talked you into it, and you changed them together. I took a closer look at her avatar, and there it was.

Jiang: So that’s how it is.

Tian Cheng: Please call me Sherlock Cheng. Cool

Tian Cheng: Why did she make you change your profile picture?

Jiang: Normal couple profile pictures are too easily discovered. She has many directors and actors on WeChat, all industry insiders. It wouldn’t be good for her image if they saw it.

Tian Cheng: You’re making such a big sacrifice for love! How touching.

Tian Cheng: Why is she using a cute little girl as her profile picture?

Jiang: The little girl is feeding someone. She said I used to feed her all the time, so now she wants to feed me.

Tian Cheng: And you, being the pure and innocent soul you are, actually believed her?

Jiang: I’m not stupid.

Tian Cheng: Pfft! This is fatally hilarious.

Tian Cheng: So why did you still change it?

Jiang: I wasn’t used to it at first.

Tian Cheng: And then?

Jiang: After looking at it for a while, I started to find it quite cute.

Tian Cheng: ??? How can you find it cute?

Jiang: Yueyue has always had good taste.

Tian Cheng: I don’t understand, but I’m deeply impressed.jpg

Tian Cheng: Alright, enough! I just remembered my mom’s about to give birth to my grandma. I gotta go check on them. See ya! Go back to your family group and show off your lovey-dovey stuff. Don’t tell me any more of this.

Before officially moving in, Jiang Wanyu and Ming Jiyue were busy tidying up their new home. They made a list of what they still needed and went shopping after work.

Jiang Wanyu had assumed they would go to nearby shopping malls, worrying that Ming Jiyue might be recognized. Instead, Ming Jiyue took her to the supermarket within their residential complex.

The supermarket was vast, stocked with every kind of household item and fresh food imaginable. Its privacy measures were excellent; the residents here were either wealthy or influential, and many were celebrities. No one would bat an eye at seeing a fellow celebrity.

It was clear that Ming Jiyue enjoyed grocery shopping. She vanished the moment they entered, leaving only a “Let’s split up” behind her.

The supermarket’s quality was undeniably high, and so were the prices.

Jiang Wanyu casually picked up two pre-packaged apples, only to see the price tag: 64.2 yuan.

She silently put them back and grabbed three pears instead, which cost 77.9 yuan.

“……”

Ming Jiyue must have some unique wife-sensing ability. One moment she was nowhere to be seen, and the next she suddenly appeared, waving her hand with a commanding gesture. “Just take whatever you want. Use my card.”

She exuded the aura of a domineering CEO.

Jiang Wanyu was very particular about her diet. Apart from daily necessities, she mainly bought fresh fruits, vegetables, and some meat.

Having finished her shopping, she glanced down at the cart, her eyes dazzled by the contents.

Her brow twitched at the sight of the top layer, piled high with desserts like chocolate mille-feuille and mango crêpes.

Not to mention the various snacks peeking out from underneath.

To her, these weren’t treats; they were calorie bombs.

Even after seven years as a celebrity, Ming Jiyue’s tastes hadn’t changed one bit.

What kind of speed is this? When did she put all this in here?

Jiang Wanyu: “This is too much. We can’t possibly finish it all.”

Ming Jiyue: “Trust me, we can.”

Jiang Wanyu: “Eating too much sugar is bad for your health.”

Ming Jiyue immediately put on her pitiful face: “Xiao Yu, these are all my favorites. Since filming wrapped on my last project, this is the first time I’ve bought any. Please let me have a little, okay?”

Ming Jiyue’s habit of tilting her head slightly and looking up at people with those eyes always melted hearts. Jiang Wanyu, momentarily bewitched by her beauty, almost agreed.

Fortunately, a sliver of reason remained. She remembered that Ming Jiyue had only wrapped filming a week ago.

And who knew how much truth was in her claim of “first time trying it”? It was impossible to tell if she’d secretly indulged a few times before.

Jiang Wanyu sighed helplessly. “Aren’t you an actress? Shouldn’t you be watching your diet?”

Ming Jiyue shrugged. “You know I don’t gain weight easily.”

“Dare you tell your manager you bought this much sweets in one go?” Jiang Wanyu challenged.

Ming Jiyue paused. “…I’ll tell her after I’ve finished eating it all.”

After a long, stubborn back-and-forth, they finally compromised. Ming Jiyue reluctantly put back half her haul, and peace was restored.

As they stepped out of the supermarket, Ming Jiyue’s eyes lit up. “Tea?”

Jiang Wanyu looked puzzled. “Now? Won’t it affect our sleep?”

Ming Jiyue brushed aside her concerns. “I knew you wanted some! We can drink it tomorrow too. Let’s just buy it now.”

Jiang Wanyu nodded halfway in agreement before Ming Jiyue grabbed her hand and whisked her into a shop next door like a whirlwind.

Jiang Wanyu glanced at the sign and fell silent.

It was indeed tea.

But it was bubble tea.

Jiang Wanyu: “…That’s not the kind of tea I meant.”

Ming Jiyue: “Milk tea isn’t tea? Please don’t discriminate against us milk tea lovers. Milk tea tastes much better than regular tea.”

Jiang Wanyu shook her head. “I still think the tea I brew tastes better.”

Ming Jiyue: “Then tell me, what’s your favorite kind of tea?”

Jiang Wanyu perked up at this, her posture straightening slightly. “You really want to know?”

Ming Jiyue nodded eagerly, pulling out her phone. “Mhm, mhm, mhm! Tell me, I’ll take notes.”

Seeing Ming Jiyue take such an active interest, even wanting to take notes, Jiang Wanyu felt a surge of warmth and immediately began to elaborate.

At one point, she paused. “There’s a character here that’s hard to write. Let me show you.”

As she glanced down at Ming Jiyue’s phone screen, she saw the milk tea order page.

Realizing she’d been caught, Ming Jiyue panicked. Abandoning her meticulous selection, she hastily chose a random drink and quickly paid.

Before Jiang Wanyu could scold her, Ming Jiyue blurted out, “I’ve already paid, so I can’t cancel. Saving is honorable, wasting is shameful!”

Jiang Wanyu: … Seven years apart, and her lying skills have clearly improved.

How could I be so naive to believe her?

Staring at Ming Jiyue’s smug grin, Jiang Wanyu didn’t know what to say.

At the same time, Jiang Wanyu began to silently ponder the feasibility of developing her own low-calorie, healthy version of milk tea at home.

In the end, Ming Jiyue bought the milk tea, and the two strolled back together.

Ming Jiyue sipped her milk tea while leisurely enjoying the small cake she had just purchased.

The night air had grown considerably cooler. Glancing at Ming Jiyue’s unbuttoned coat, Jiang Wanyu could almost feel the icy wind seeping through.

Without a word, she stopped walking and tilted her head toward her companion.

Ming Jiyue blinked, immediately understanding. Obediently, she opened her arms as if to embrace Jiang Wanyu.

Jiang Wanyu buttoned Ming Jiyue’s coat, one button at a time, all the way to the top.

Her slightly furrowed brow smoothed out. “Let’s go,” she said.

When they were alone, Jiang Wanyu was usually quiet, often relying on Ming Jiyue to initiate conversation. This time was no different.

Ming Jiyue took a sip of her milk tea. “Where were we? Let’s continue.”

“Huh?” Jiang Wanyu looked confused. “Continue what?”

Ming Jiyue winked. “Your tea! Weren’t you going to ask me about those obscure characters?”

Jiang Wanyu’s heart fluttered. “I thought…”

“Thought what? Just tell me,” Ming Jiyue urged. “I’m listening.”

“Oh, right! My assistant mentioned a new tea house that just opened. We should check it out sometime.”

Jiang Wanyu struggled to suppress the upward curve of her lips and replied with a soft, “Okay.”

Before she could say another word, a soft, creamy object was unexpectedly shoved into her mouth. The texture was smooth and delicate. “Mmm…”

Her mouth was blocked, the cloyingly sweet flavor enveloping her palate.

For several minutes, Jiang Wanyu remained silent, finally managing to swallow the cake.

Ming Jiyue observed her reaction with disappointment. “After all these years, you still can’t handle sweets?”

Jiang Wanyu waved her hands frantically, silently taking a step back to distance herself from Ming Jiyue and the cake in her hand.

The well-meaning Ming Jiyue held up the treat. “Want some milk tea to cut through the richness?”

“…No, thank you.”

It had been the same in college. Ming Jiyue loved sweets but was too lazy to buy them herself. After they started dating, her favorite thing to do was make Jiang Wanyu fetch desserts for her.

And Jiang Wanyu? A few soft “dear sister” calls from Ming Jiyue would completely disorient her, making her utterly compliant with her girlfriend’s every whim.

Her roommates watched her sink deeper with each “sister,” their hearts aching with despair.

“Jiang Wanyu, where’s your iron will? Your unyielding spirit that wouldn’t bow for mere survival? If you keep this up, I won’t even recognize you anymore!”

“Degenerate! This is utter degeneracy! Your roommate cried and begged, even threatened to hang herself if you didn’t help, but you remained unmoved. Yet your girlfriend doesn’t have to lift a finger—she just snaps her fingers, and you come running! You’ve completely forgotten your friends for a woman!”

Jiang Wanyu remained unmoved, replying coldly, “Because Yueyue wouldn’t plagiarize my final papers, nor would she cling to my leg on the last night before the deadline, begging me to finish her assignments.”

Ming Jiyue had a sweet tooth, while Jiang Wanyu avoided sweets entirely, representing opposite extremes.

Ming Jiyue couldn’t fathom how anyone could dislike sweets. After all, without sweets, the Earth would surely stop rotating.

Jiang Wanyu, in turn, couldn’t understand why anyone would crave sweets so intensely. What was the magical allure of sugary treats?

Their classmates were even more baffled. How could two people with such diametrically opposed personalities, interests, and even tastes end up together, let alone be so sickeningly sweet in their relationship? It was unbearable for the single dogs among them!

And most importantly, how could Ming Jiyue eat so many sweets without gaining a single pound? It defied all reason!

Jiang Wanyu’s mind flashed with chaotic images until Ming Jiyue leaned in close, her gaze fixed on her. “You have cream on your lip.”

Jiang Wanyu wiped her mouth, but felt nothing.

“Not there, to the right.”

Jiang Wanyu followed the instruction, her eyes unconsciously drifting downward as she patted the right side of her mouth. Still nothing.

Ming Jiyue couldn’t help but laugh at her slightly dazed expression.

Ming Jiyue wanted to wipe it off for her, but both her hands were full, leaving her empty-handed.

Jiang Wanyu reached for her phone, thinking the front-facing camera would be the most useful in this situation.

As her hand slipped into her pocket, Ming Jiyue’s eyes flickered, and she called out, “Don’t move. I have an idea.”

Jiang Wanyu looked slightly bewildered. “How will you help?”

Ming Jiyue smiled, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes narrowing. “If hands won’t work, there are other options.”

“What—” Before Jiang Wanyu could finish, her voice caught in her throat. Her eyes widened abruptly, and the bag she was carrying dropped to her feet with a thud.

Ming Jiyue leaned forward, and in the next instant, her soft lips brushed against the smear of cream, pressing a kiss against Jiang Wanyu’s mouth.

The unexpected move completely caught Jiang Wanyu off guard. The warmth of Ming Jiyue’s breath enveloped her, freezing her limbs as she struggled to react.

As Ming Jiyue leaned in, her hair brushed against Jiang Wanyu’s cheek, sending a ticklish sensation through her. Jiang Wanyu stared blankly at the long, dark strands, making no other move.

Ming Jiyue seemed genuinely focused on removing the cream. The kiss was feather-light, like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface, and she didn’t deepen it.

Straightening up, Ming Jiyue licked her lips with the tip of her crimson tongue, as if savoring the aftertaste. “So sweet.”

Jiang Wanyu lowered her gaze and murmured, “The cream is indeed sweet.”

Ming Jiyue took Jiang Wanyu’s hand, her fingers brushing lightly across Jiang Wanyu’s palm as if by accident. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “I wasn’t talking about the cream.”

Jiang Wanyu’s hand trembled, her ears flushing crimson.