Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 13

In a QQ group called Sauerkraut Fish Fried Noodles’ Sugar Daddies, Fu Xia joined through an invitation.

There weren’t many people in the group—it must have been newly created. Including Fu Xia and the group owner, there were only 31 members.

Sauerkraut Fish Fried Noodles: Welcome, new Daddy!

A bunch of people copied the message: Welcome, new Daddy!

This left Fu Xia a little flustered. Online, she had been called “daughter,” “wife,” and “goddess,” but this was the first time someone had called her “Daddy.”

Being a dad didn’t feel particularly great.

The group had three admins. After greeting Fu Xia, they quickly resumed their previous conversation. Fu Xia glanced at it and realized they were talking about her.

Reader No. 1: I think Wanyu is seriously boyfriend material. Last time when fans were bashing Xiaxia, she even stepped in!

Reader No. 2: Right, right! I was so excited I couldn’t sleep all night. Wanyu is just amazing!

Reader No. 3: I really don’t get why those fans had to start cursing for no reason. Wouldn’t it be better if everyone just got along and enjoyed watching two beauties fall in love? Why tear each other apart like its life or death? Isn’t that exhausting?

Fu Xia nodded repeatedly. Exactly! What’s wrong with enjoying two beauties in love?

Later, the discussion gradually shifted to Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu’s interactions, with one particularly enthusiastic admin named “A Qiao” leading the charge.

A Qiao: I’ve seen Xiaxia at the airport before—she’s really pretty!

A Qiao: Yeah, yeah! I also think Wanyu’s chest is bigger than Xiaxia’s, hahahaha—at least a C cup!

A Qiao: So, Xiaxia has to be the bottom!

A Qiao: Oh my god, really? That means Wanyu and Xiaxia must be super close!

As the group’s numbers slowly grew, Fu Xia hugged a pillow and watched them chat away, spamming tons of memes featuring her and Cheng Wanyu. They were funny and cute, even forming a whole series—the cartoonish memes had a distinctly yuri vibe.

Fu Xia saved every single one. Finally, she typed in the group: Actually, Cheng Wanyu and Fu Xia don’t really get along that well. Aside from this time, they barely have any interactions.

The moment she sent the message, the group fell silent for three seconds—then exploded.

Admin A Qiao took the lead, tagging Fu Three-Year-Old: What do you mean? Are you saying Cheng-Fu shippers are just making things up?!

Fu Xia: ?

Reader No. 1: How can you say Wanyu and Xiaxia don’t interact? They’ve been in the same frame for three years! Every time they’re on the same show or at the same event, they’re making eyes at each other!

Reader No. 2: And if you look closely, sometimes they endorse the same brands. They’ve even worn matching couple shoes to events before—how is that not interaction?

Reader No. 3: If you think Cheng-Fu shippers are delusional, then why did you even join this group? Just to start drama?!

Fu Xia realized she must have struck a nerve. She tried typing out an explanation, but before she could finish, the chat window suddenly disappeared. A notification popped up on her phone: You have been removed from the group. If there was a misunderstanding, you may reapply.

“……”

Fu Xia thought that getting kicked out of your own ship’s fan group was probably something only Cheng-Fu shippers would do.

Soon after, Sauerkraut Fish Fried Noodles reached out to her and said helplessly: Three-Year-Old Daddy, you really shouldn’t have badmouthed the Cheng-Fu ship in the group.

Fu Xia: “It wasn’t intentional, I was just stating the facts.”

Pickled Fish and Fried Noodles: “Objectively speaking, the two of them really don’t have much interaction in public. But whenever they’re in the same frame, Cheng Wanyu’s eyes are always on Xiaxia—everyone can see that. Daddy Three-Year-Old, please don’t say things like this anymore. In the real world, you’d get punched for that.”

Fu Xia: “……”

She really hadn’t noticed this before. Fu Xia thought back to the few times she and Cheng Wanyu had appeared together. She exited the chat and searched online, finding traces of evidence in a sea of edited clips—Cheng Wanyu really did seem to glance her way often. Fu Xia had never realized it.

How strange.

Hugging a pillow, Fu Xia stared at Cheng Wanyu’s face on screen. Her dark pupils seemed to glow, always smiling when they met Fu Xia’s gaze, yet indifferent when looking at others.

It really was strange.

It felt like stumbling upon hidden treasure, as if the ship she’d been following had become real. But she knew it was probably just the magic of video editing—otherwise, how could she, as one of the people involved, have missed it?

After all, those gazes did look a little too heated.

When Fu Xia returned to QQ, she found herself dragged back into the Suan Cai Yu fan group. As someone who’d donated thousands, she couldn’t just be ignored.

She apologized in the chat. Though not the sharpest, she wasn’t actually stupid—badmouthing the pair in their own shipping group was definitely not the move.

As Pickled Fish and Fried Noodles put it, in the real world, she’d get punched for that.

Luckily, a spicy fanfic was soon shared as compensation—steamy and shameless, based on rumors of the two returning to a hotel together. It featured everything from bathrooms to balconies, lingerie, and toys, with ten thousand words of relentless action that had the group screaming.

Fu Xia’s face burned as she finished reading, likely red as a teapot. Burying her head in the pillow, she cringed at how embarrassed she felt.

She casually sent Pickled Fish and Fried Noodles a small red packet and received an enthusiastic “DADDY!” in return.

Just then, a green notification popped up on her phone—a WeChat message from Cheng Wanyu:

“Aren’t you coming over to rehearse today?”

Though the words carefully hid Cheng Wanyu’s emotions, Fu Xia could still sense her hopeful disappointment. Checking the time, it was already 11 PM. Normally, she’d go next door around 9 or 10 to run lines with Cheng Wanyu before returning to sleep by 11.

But today, lost in racy fanfiction about the two of them, she’d completely forgotten.

Her cheeks still flushed, Fu Xia hugged her pillow and typed: “Got caught up with something else today, sorry.””

It was the truth.

But Cheng Wanyu didn’t see it that way. Unaware of Fu Xia’s current obsession with their NSFW fanfics, she assumed it was about yesterday’s incident with Guan Junwen—that Fu Xia was giving her the cold shoulder.

Cheng Wanyu sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in her black silk pajamas, staring at the message Fu Xia had sent her on her phone. After a long pause, she typed out a reply: “In that case, you should get some rest early.” But before she could send it, Fu Xia’s sunset avatar popped up again with a new message.

Fu Xia: 【Coming down for a midnight snack?】

Faced with such a straightforward invitation, Cheng Wanyu had no reason to refuse. She deleted her previous message with a resigned sigh and replied with a single word: 【Okay】.

The two met again at the entrance and took the elevator down to the convenience store next to the hotel. Today, the oden selection had been refreshed with new items—round wheel-shaped rice cakes, mini sausages, and other additions.

Without hesitation, Fu Xia grabbed one of each for Cheng Wanyu while picking up a cup of instant noodles for herself before heading to the checkout.

The cashier on duty was the same fangirl who had taken their photo last time. The moment she saw Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu together again, her eyes practically turned into laser beams, scanning Fu Xia so intensely it made her spine tingle uncomfortably.

Noticing Fu Xia’s unease, Cheng Wanyu asked, “What’s wrong?”

Fu Xia shook her head. She couldn’t exactly tell the truth, so she just mumbled, “Nothing. Maybe I’m just tired today.”

Cheng Wanyu didn’t press further as Fu Xia fiddled with her phone. This time, however, Cheng Wanyu didn’t touch the oden either—instead, she pulled out her own phone.

Ding-ding—

A notification bubble lit up on Fu Xia’s WeChat. Opening it, she saw Cheng Wanyu had sent her a location.

Tapping on it, Fu Xia realized it was a hotel—one she recognized as a five-star venue typically used for large-scale galas.

Looking up in confusion, Fu Xia asked, “Why’d you send me this?”

Cheng Wanyu folded her hands together, her long black hair cascading down her back, making her skin glow even paler under the lights.

“The charity gala next month will be held here,” Cheng Wanyu said. “Are you coming with me?”

Fu Xia froze. She was about to ask why when she suddenly remembered Zhou Wen mentioning something about a “charity gala” earlier that afternoon. At the time, she’d been distracted by her phone and absentmindedly agreed without really processing it.

So, Cheng Wanyu was attending too?

“You’re going?” Fu Xia blinked in surprise. “What a coincidence.”

“Mn,” Cheng Wanyu replied, the corners of her lips curling slightly. “They usually send out invitations. It’s a big event—all auction proceeds go to charity, so they invite a lot of people.”

Fu Xia nodded. “But I don’t exactly have the money to buy anything there.”

Cheng Wanyu: “…You’re an actress. You’re supposed to go up and auction off your own items.”

Fu Xia gasped. “Oh! So that’s how it works? I thought I was supposed to spend money.”

Cheng Wanyu chuckled helplessly. Just then, the glint of a silver Rolls-Royce passing through the intersection caught her eye before it pulled up to the hotel entrance.

Fu Xia noticed it too—after all, a silver Rolls-Royce was hard to miss in the middle of the night.

The door opened almost immediately, and the person who stepped out looked familiar. After a second glance, Fu Xia realized it was Fang Chushi, the newcomer who had joined the production with financial backing.

They saw Fang Chushi getting out of the car but not fully disembarked yet, leaning in to speak with someone inside. His expression was fawning as he held the person’s hand and kissed it. From the glimpse of that slender arm, it was clearly a woman’s—her fingertip adorned with a diamond ring the size of a pigeon egg.

Fang Chushi reverently kissed the woman’s arm before considerately closing the door, watching the car drive off before turning to enter the hotel lobby.

Through the convenience store’s glass window, the two observed the scene. Fu Xia twisted open a bottle of icy water and took a sip, sighing, “There sure are a lot of wealthy ladies these days.”

Cheng Wanyu glanced at her, recalling Fang Chushi’s sinister demeanor on set earlier that day, and couldn’t help but warn Fu Xia, “That newcomer named Fang Chushi—stay away from him.”

Fu Xia looked at her in confusion.

Cheng Wanyu added, “I suspect he has ulterior motives toward you.”