After The Forced Marriage, I Ended Up With The Top Celebrity - Chapter 4

When Luo Nianshu woke up again, Qiao Jinyan was already gone. A young attendant informed her that Qiao Jinyan had seen how deeply she was sleeping and didn’t have the heart to wake her, so she left on her own.

Qiao Jinyan-jiejie is really so considerate, the attendant sighed inwardly. I wish I could be doted on like that too.

Qiao Jinyan actually considered her feelings? Luo Nianshu blinked in surprise.

A confusing mix of emotions stirred in her heart touched, surprised but that warm feeling only lasted a few seconds before her phone rang again.

An unknown number.

“Three million yuan assistant, the director just informed me that filming has been moved up to ten o’clock tomorrow morning. So make sure you book the flight today. Remember, I only fly private luxury jets. Not those regular ones.”

Luo Nianshu checked the time less than ten hours left until ten in the morning. The flight to Z City took at least two hours.

“Don’t make me late, or else…”
Qiao Jinyan’s voice carried a threat, trailing off purposely to let Luo Nianshu fill in the blanks herself.

She hung up quickly, and Luo Nianshu immediately called the airline to find the earliest available luxury jet to Z City.

“Sorry, all our luxury jets are fully booked.”
The customer service voice was soft, but to Luo Nianshu, it thundered in her ears.

She tried calling Molly, Qiao Jinyan’s manager, for help.

Molly giggled on the other end.

“Can’t help you. Yanyan specifically told us not to assist you with anything.”

Luo Nianshu clenched her jaw and counted on her fingers in frustration.

“Is there really no other way?”

If it weren’t for that 30 million debt, she would’ve gladly let Qiao Jinyan miss her flight and rot.

“Well… there is a contact list. Our company keeps a directory of private jet partners we regularly work with. You could try calling them one by one.”

“Where is the directory?” Luo Nianshu asked, eyes lighting up.

“In Yanyan’s study.”

Without wasting another second, Luo Nianshu bolted out of the beauty salon, hopped into a taxi, and headed straight for Qiao Jinyan’s villa.

The study was filled with bookshelves, most untouched and gathering dust. Luo Nianshu braved the grime, flipping through every book until she found the contact list.

Time was running out. She started calling every number in the directory.

All she got were rejections.

“Sorry, our jets are all booked…”
“We were reserved last week…”
“No available aircrafts…”

Finally, after who knows how many calls, one company had a plane available.

“We do have one, but Miss Luo… haven’t you checked the weather?”

Weather?

Luo Nianshu paused.

“There’s heavy fog in Z City tonight. All flights are grounded.”

She hung up and checked the time barely five hours left until ten in the morning.

Defeated, she pulled out a piece of paper and began calculating.

A kidney 1.65 million.
Heart 750,000.
Liver…

Even if she sold every organ, she still couldn’t cover her debt to Qiao Jinyan.

Frustrated, she crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash, collapsing on the sofa with a dramatic groan.

Why oh why did she ever offend the demon Qiao Jinyan?!

Her phone rang again. This time, it was Molly’s number but the voice on the other end was unmistakably Qiao Jinyan’s.

“Goddess, I have something to tell you,” Luo Nianshu said first.

“Mm, go ahead,” Qiao Jinyan replied calmly, not interrupting for once.

Apparently, she didn’t yet know her flight plans were about to be derailed.

Luo Nianshu actually felt a little worried for her.

“There’s heavy fog in Z City tonight. All flights are grounded. So… it’s probably impossible to get there tonight.”

“I know,” Qiao Jinyan replied breezily.

“You know?” Luo Nianshu’s tone was suspicious.

“Of course,” Qiao Jinyan replied with mock innocence. “That’s why I already took a private jet and arrived in Z City this afternoon.”

Luo Nianshu’s brain practically exploded. Her ears rang. Her vision blurred.

“Didn’t… the plane… break down?” she hissed.

“Oh, it did,” Qiao Jinyan admitted easily, toying with a strand of her hair. She couldn’t help but smirk, imagining Luo Nianshu fuming.

“What exactly broke?”

“The sticker I put up inside the cabin. It peeled off. But don’t worry, Molly already replaced it with a new one.”

Luo Nianshu: “…”

She should’ve known. This cunning fox!

“Oh right. I left my phone at the beauty salon. Be a dear and bring it to me in Z City before noon tomorrow. I need it urgently.”

“Qiao. Jin. Yan!” Luo Nianshu finally exploded.

“Mm?” Qiao Jinyan’s voice turned icy, laced with menace.
“Thirty million…”

Like a spell, the number instantly subdued Luo Nianshu.

That’s right. She owed 30 million.

She swallowed hard.

“I’ll deliver it to you by noon tomorrow…”

In Z City, Qiao Jinyan sat wrapped in a white shawl on a director’s chair at the set.

Fog blanketed the area, the chill making dew condense on everything. She shivered slightly, her mind drifting to Luo Nianshu. Where was she now? Sprinting across some unknown city?

She smiled at the thought.

“Jinyan, the actress in your scene today is sick. We’ll have to delay,” Director Zhang Weiyin said.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Qiao Jinyan replied with feigned regret.

“We’ll need a stand in. Equipment’s already running we can’t afford to waste the day.”

The director scanned the crowd.

“Problem is, no one here has the same body type…”

“Tell you what,” Qiao Jinyan suggested. “You find someone, I’ll go rest in the trailer for a bit.”

“Sounds good.”

Just as Qiao Jinyan turned to leave, she heard murmurs from behind:

“Whoa, who is that?”
“So beautiful, oh my god!”
“Is she a new actress? Never seen her before…”

Beautiful?
Qiao Jinyan stopped.
In this studio, someone dares to be called more beautiful than her?

She turned, ready to scoff

And froze.

A woman emerged from the mist in a flowing black dress, her skirt swaying with every step. Despite the exhaustion from overnight travel, her posture remained graceful. The cold left her cheeks flushed, her damp hair clinging to her forehead like a fallen angel descending to earth.

“Luo Nianshu?” Qiao Jinyan blurted.

She had always believed the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen was her own reflection—but in that moment, she had to admit: Luo Nianshu was breathtaking.

“Here’s your phone,” Luo Nianshu said, ignoring the crowd and shoving the phone into Qiao Jinyan’s arms with a scowl.

She was exhausted. But she made it before noon.

“She’s perfect!” Director Zhang clapped. “Same height, same build let her be the stand-in.”

“Huh?” Luo Nianshu blinked, still dazed. She just wanted water and a warm seat.

“No way!” Qiao Jinyan snapped. Her face twisted.

Today’s scene… was a kiss scene.
Kiss Luo Nianshu? She’d rather die.

But her rejection only made Luo Nianshu suspicious. She raised an eyebrow.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want to kiss someone like you.”

Oh? Luo Nianshu suddenly felt mischievous.

All those times Qiao Jinyan tormented her now it was time for some payback.

“I accept,” she said sweetly, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“???” Qiao Jinyan’s face twisted in disbelief.

“Great. Camera crew, get ready we’re filming now,” the director barked.

“I can’t!” Qiao Jinyan whined. “I can’t kiss her. Please find someone else!”

“You’re an actress. Your job is to act, even if you don’t want to. Stop being difficult.”

Qiao Jinyan tried to protest again.

“This is a set, not your fan club. Either do your job, or go home and buy yourself a trending topic,” the director snapped.

Qiao Jinyan turned pale. Zhang Weiyin was a top-tier director offending her wasn’t an option.

Luo Nianshu, meanwhile, was enjoying every second of her misery. Suddenly, she wasn’t tired at all.

“No need to delay, Director. Let’s begin,” she said, the picture of professionalism.

“Excellent. See, Jinyan? Even a stand-in is more dedicated than you.”

Qiao Jinyan nearly burst into flames. She turned and glared at Luo Nianshu, who only grinned smugly.

“Let’s go, let’s go, we’re wasting daylight,” Director Zhang clapped.

Cameras rolled. Lights pierced through the fog, illuminating both actresses.

The scene: A rich heiress kisses a poor girl who risked her life to protect her—guilt, tenderness, passion.

Kiss Luo Nianshu deeply? How was she supposed to do that?

Qiao Jinyan stared at Luo Nianshu’s lips, frozen. Luo Nianshu even puckered her lips and mouthed: “Hurry up.”

Qiao Jinyan: “…”

She leaned in and gave her a quick peck, then immediately wiped her mouth in disgust.

“Cut! That’s not it!” Director Zhang yelled. “Show guilt. Show affection. Again!”

Again?! Qiao Jinyan felt like fainting.

Luo Nianshu, on the other hand, was thrilled. Don’t want to kiss me? Too bad. Let’s go again.

Qiao Jinyan clenched her jaw, forced herself to try again.

“Still wrong! Again!”
“Fourth time!”
“Fifth!

Half an hour later, even Luo Nianshu was starting to get tired of being kissed.

Director Zhang finally stormed over.

“Jinyan, what’s wrong with you today? You act like a rookie. The stand-in is doing better than you!”

“Sorry, Director,” Qiao Jinyan murmured.

“Next time, I’ll reconsider casting you.”

“Take 35 action!”

Qiao Jinyan stared at Luo Nianshu, overwhelmed. How was she supposed to act loving and guilty toward someone she loathed?

Her mind flashed through scenes Luo Nianshu crashing her wedding, refusing to pay back debt, but also… making her noodles late at night, running herself ragged to deliver her phone…

Her gaze caught a scratch on Luo Nianshu’s neck.

“What happened here?”

She gently reached out and touched the wound.

The cold fingers stung, and Luo Nianshu winced.

“It’s nothing. I cut it running here. Scraped it on a fence. Just a little mmph!”

She didn’t finish.

Qiao Jinyan kissed her.

A long, slow kiss full of remorse and affection.