Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 6

Fu Xia looked into her eyes and said, “You took off your makeup but didn’t remove your colored contacts?”

Perhaps because the remark was delivered so naturally, Cheng Wanyu didn’t react immediately. It took her two seconds to comprehend the meaning before she couldn’t help but purse her lips in a smile. “Are you complimenting my eyes?”

Fu Xia was momentarily stunned as Cheng Wanyu slowly leaned closer until their faces were just a hand’s width apart, their gazes locked. Fu Xia could even see her own flustered reflection in Cheng Wanyu’s pupils.

“I’ve heard many people praise my eyes, but you’re the first to do it like this,” Cheng Wanyu murmured, her low voice carrying a hint of allure. “Do I look beautiful?”

Nervously gripping the hem of her clothes, Fu Xia nodded. “Yes.”

Seemingly pleased with the answer, Cheng Wanyu didn’t press further. Instead, she straightened up with a smile. “We’re on the first floor. Let’s go.”

Only after stepping out of the elevator in a daze did Fu Xia realize what had just happened. She had essentially accused Cheng Wanyu of wearing fake eyes—yet, to her surprise, Cheng Wanyu didn’t seem the least bit angry.

In fact, she almost seemed… happy?

Feeling guilty, Fu Xia hurried after her. “What I meant earlier was—”

She wasn’t even sure what she meant, but she feared Cheng Wanyu might misunderstand and wanted to explain.

Cheng Wanyu turned back, her deep eyes studying Fu Xia. “Weren’t you just complimenting my eyes?”

Fu Xia shook her head, then nodded, finally resigning herself. “Alright, fine. You really are beautiful.”

With a faint smirk, Cheng Wanyu said nothing more. She felt the distance between them was just right—any further might scare Fu Xia. The rest could be left for her to ponder.

At the convenience store, the two shopped together. After paying, Cheng Wanyu walked over to a nearby table under the cashier’s watchful gaze and handed Fu Xia a cup of instant noodles.

“Crab roe flavor,” Cheng Wanyu said. “It needs five more minutes to steep.”

The savory aroma made Fu Xia’s stomach growl. She noticed Cheng Wanyu had bought a small serving of oden—a few skewers of meatballs and vegetables in a bowl of broth, its surface shimmering with golden oil and flecks of red chili. The sesame seeds sprinkled over the skewers looked fresh and appetizing.

Cheng Wanyu picked up a skewer, using its tip to slide off the meatballs onto another skewer, repeating the process until all the ingredients were neatly arranged. The two skewers then became makeshift chopsticks as she pressed the oden into the broth, releasing a glossy layer of soup.

Watching Cheng Wanyu eat, Fu Xia couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly elegant she was—even with something as simple as oden. In contrast, her own instant noodles seemed clumsy by comparison.

But what could she do? Fu Xia just loved junk food.

True to her demeanor, Cheng Wanyu ate quietly, placing each used skewer on a tissue to avoid dirtying the table.

By the time Cheng Wanyu finished, Fu Xia’s noodles were perfectly ready.

She mimicked Cheng Wanyu’s actions by pulling out a tissue to place on the table, then set the torn instant noodle lid on it. Taking a big whiff of the steam, her mouth watered with anticipation.

“Oh, you added meatballs for me too?” Fu Xia exclaimed in delight upon spotting several plump beef balls floating in the broth. With a smile, she asked, “How did you know I love beef balls?”

Cheng Wanyu’s gaze flickered briefly, her tone carrying a lightness Fu Xia didn’t quite catch. “I just thought the beef balls looked good, so I added a couple for you.”

Fu Xia beamed. “Thank you! I didn’t expect you to be so kind.”

Having already finished her meal, Cheng Wanyu propped her chin on one hand, watching Fu Xia with an inscrutable expression. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

Between bites of noodles, Fu Xia replied, “Probably someone who doesn’t get along with me, someone I clash with. After all, our fans even got into a fight at the airport. I thought you disliked me.”

“The fans can be irrational sometimes, but I’ve never disliked you.”

“Hmm…”

Fu Xia unscrewed a bottle of water and took a sip to clear her throat before meeting Cheng Wanyu’s eyes nervously. “Then… can I add you as a friend? I’ll also transfer the money for the food.”

Cheng Wanyu chuckled softly, pulling out her phone and opening her QR code. “Adding me is fine, but forget about the money.”

“That’s not right,” Fu Xia insisted as she sent the friend request. “I should pay what I owe. I can’t let my senior cover for me—your fans would tear me apart otherwise.”

When Cheng Wanyu’s nightscape profile picture appeared in her chat list, Fu Xia tapped it and sent a 200-yuan digital red envelope.

Cheng Wanyu opened it, listening to the cheerful cha-ching of the virtual cash register, and sighed. “You gave too much.”

“Consider it extra,” Fu Xia said dismissively. “A token of friendship.”

Cheng Wanyu seemed about to say something but ultimately set her phone aside. It was fine this way—she didn’t need the 200 yuan, and neither did Fu Xia.

Just as Fu Xia buried herself in her noodles again, someone approached their table.

“Um…”

A young girl—likely a convenience store clerk—stood there clutching a small notebook, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

A fan, both Fu Xia and Cheng Wanyu thought simultaneously, glancing up at her. But whose?

The girl looked young, her fair face-tinged pink as she stammered, “A-Are you Cheng Wanyu and Fu Xia? I’m a fan of both of you! Could I… get your autographs?”

Cheng Wanyu nodded. “Sure.”

Fu Xia wiped her mouth and added, “Want a photo too?”

The girl hadn’t expected this offer and turned even redder. “R-Really? Can I take a photo with you?!”

Fu Xia didn’t mind. She nudged Cheng Wanyu playfully. “Destiny brings people together across miles—meeting offline is fate.”

Her meaning was clear: Let’s take a picture with the kid, okay?

How could Cheng Wanyu refuse? After signing and posing for the photo, the girl skipped away, overjoyed.

Seeing the young girl so happy, Fu Xia felt joy in her heart. Truth be told, she was quite indulgent toward her fans—she was always tolerant toward anyone who supported her, let alone such an adorable girl. Naturally, she didn’t hold back her affection and tried her best to fulfill the girl’s wishes.

Fu Xia turned to Cheng Wanyu and said, “Let’s go, we’re heading back to the hotel.”

Cheng Wanyu glanced at her unfinished instant noodles. “Not going to finish eating?”

“Nah,” Fu Xia patted her stomach helplessly. “If I eat it all, I’ll gain weight by tomorrow. Sister Zhou Wen has sharp eyes—she can spot even a tiny increase. I don’t dare eat too much.”

Cheng Wanyu chuckled but didn’t press further, leaving the convenience store with Fu Xia.

After saying goodbye to Cheng Wanyu, Fu Xia retreated into her room. Full and content, she sprawled on the bed without a care, lifting her shirt to expose her belly. One hand lazily scrolled through her phone while the other patted her stomach, making soft pat pat sounds.

She tapped on Cheng Wanyu’s WeChat profile picture. Yesterday, she hadn’t noticed—the angle Cheng Wanyu had taken the photo from was slightly different from hers, but the overall composition was nearly identical. How had she not realized they were staying next door to each other?

Even the photo angles were so similar.

Bored, Fu Xia opened Cheng Wanyu’s Moments. She didn’t post often—most of her updates were just scenery and food, making her seem like an ordinary food blogger. Unlike Fu Xia, who frequently posted selfies alongside her food and travel photos.

Just as she exited Cheng Wanyu’s chat, she noticed a red notification dot on Moments. Opening it, she saw Cheng Wanyu had just posted.

Cheng Wanyu: The beef balls taste a little sweet.

The accompanying photo was of the oden they’d eaten together at the convenience store. Fu Xia casually liked the post before exiting.

Opening Weibo, she clicked into the super topic.

Earlier, she’d seen a big account teasing a new batch of “Cheng-Fu” fanart to be released at 10 PM. Fu Xia had been waiting, but as soon as she entered the super topic, she saw someone celebrating wildly.

FuSweetie & YuBeauty: AHHHHH I SAW CHENG WANYU AND FU XIA IN PERSON TODAY!!! THEY’RE SO BEAUTIFUL, THEIR AURA IS INSANE!!!

Someone replied: Where did you see them? I wanna go camp out too!

FuSweetie & YuBeauty: Can’t tell you~ But I got their autographs and a photo with them! Gonna print it out and pass it down as a family heirloom!

Wow, so jealous you got to see them both!

FuSweetie & YuBeauty: That’s not all! I overheard them saying they were going back to the hotel. I know it’s not what I’m imagining, but I almost screamed on the spot!

BACK TO THE HOTEL TOGETHER?!?! THIS IS TOO MUCH, ARE THEY STAYING TOGETHER?!

Probably just the hotel arranged by the crew.

I DON’T CARE I DON’T CARE I DON’T CARE, I’M DECLARING THEY’VE ALREADY SHARED A ROOM!

HAHAHAHA careful with your words, don’t just start driving like that!

Why not? Floor above, step on the gas! Everyone, weld the doors and windows shut—no one’s allowed off this ship tonight!

DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE! TAKE IT STRAIGHT TO THE HIGHWAY!

NO ONE GETS TO LEAVE! I DEMAND NEW FANFICS BY TOMORROW!

This ship keeps feeding us daily—my waist can’t take it anymore!

…

Watching the lively discussions in the comment section, Fu Xia’s ears turned slightly red. She exited Weibo, hugging her pillow as she muttered in complaint, “What kind of fans are these? How dare they ship me with Cheng Wanyu? Aren’t they afraid we’ll find out?”

Though she said this, Fu Xia still got up in the middle of the night. She found that particular post on the accounts of Fu Tiantian and Yu Meimei and gave it a like.