Mistakenly Married a Substitute Wife, Falling in Love with the Movie Queen - Chapter 47

Wife… can we have more daily life content?

The moon hung high, the sky studded with stars like silent, gentle guardians.

“Does Shuangjing want to see President Sang?” The host twirled the microphone in her hand, her lips curving into a smile. “Your recent duet dance trended on social media, and everyone’s been curious about your relationship.”

“Our relationship is quite good. President Sang has a natural talent for dancing,” Shen Shuangjing replied cautiously, afraid of accidentally revealing something she shouldn’t and sparking fan speculation.

Today’s fans are eagle-eyed.

Even a glance or gesture can be magnified and dissected.

The host nodded, a meaningful smile spreading across her face. “And the answer to the first question?”

Shen Shuangjing: “……”

Is the host moonlighting on another dating show and mixing up her lines? This kind of question is more appropriate for real couples.

In the public eye, her relationship with Sang Baili was just ordinary, right?

Or was the host hoping she would discuss the investor from an actress’s perspective?

Seeing her silence, the host cleared his throat, quickly turning to the other party involved before the awkward silence could linger. “President Sang, are you anticipating Shuangjing’s response?”

Shen Shuangjing snapped out of her wandering thoughts, turning to face Sang Baili. The graceful curve of her neck was accentuated as she moved.

Sang Baili stood languidly with her arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at the question. A faint, enigmatic smile played on her lips.

She didn’t deny it.

She seemed to be watching the spectacle with detached amusement.

There was no escaping now.

Shen Shuangjing tilted her head, the cherry-pink turtleneck sweater framing her delicate jawline. “Of course I’d be thrilled to see President Sang,” she said sincerely.

As she spoke, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes turned toward Sang Baili, the slightly upturned corners widening, their sweet, alluring curve utterly captivating.

Sang Baili held a heavy bag of Reward Coins, her gaze casual, but the corners of her lips tilted upward slightly.

“Could you elaborate on why?” the host asked.

Shen Shuangjing’s voice was earnest. “Because President Sang is as beautiful inside as she is out. Thanks to her investment, our crew’s benefits have improved dramatically. We even get extra chicken drumsticks for lunch—she’s a kind-hearted, beautiful bodhisattva.”

“It seems Shuangjing is quite satisfied with the crew’s lunches.”

The host finally wrapped up her relentless questioning, and Shen Shuangjing let out a sigh of relief.

Just one dance with Sang Baili had landed them on the Trending Search, triggering this frenzy of inquiries. It was easy to imagine the harassment she would face if their contractual marriage were exposed.

Shen Shuangjing silently recited the terms of their agreement, reinforcing her resolve to keep their true relationship a secret.

After the host facilitated some interaction between the other guests and Sang Baili, it was time for the guests to come forward and exchange their Reward Coins.

Sang Baili extended her hand, placing the coins one by one into Shen Shuangjing’s palm. The soft, tofu-like texture of her fingertips brushed against Shen Shuangjing’s skin.

Despite her “little furnace” constitution, Sang Baili’s hands were slightly cold in the chilly weather, her knuckles tinged with red.

“You gave me one extra,” Shen Shuangjing said, handing the seventh coin back to Sang Baili.

Sang Baili didn’t take it. Her distinct knuckles pressed against her rosy lips, her smile radiant and captivating. “This one’s a reward for complimenting me. Consider it a gift.”

Shen Shuangjing’s gaze paused for two seconds. “The production team probably doesn’t allow this.”

The host, standing behind them, interjected, “Don’t worry. All these Reward Coins belong to President Sang. She has full discretion over their distribution.”

Such power!

Shen Shuangjing stared at the bag bulging with Reward Coins, her eyes pleading. “Sister… President Sang, can I have just one more?”

Not greedy, just one more.

Her drawn-out voice was slightly slurred, sweet as melted honey, stirring Sang Baili’s heart.

If they weren’t on camera, she wouldn’t have let this moment pass so easily.

Sang Baili placed two more coins into the child’s hand.

“Alright, next person.”

The live chat erupted.

Does anyone else think these two look so good together? They’re such a perfect match!

I felt the chemistry between them when I saw their dance video! Ahhh, I’m shipping them so hard!

Calm down, they’re just promoting the movie.

You believe what marketing accounts say? Sang’s status doesn’t need any publicity stunts.

True. Rising star actress vs. glamorous Best Actress CEO—I’m shipping this so hard!

After everyone had received their Reward Coins, the host distributed cards to the guests, each listing real-time questions from viewers for Sang Baili. The guests were tasked with asking these questions.

Qinqin grabbed a card first. “A viewer named Baili’s Dog asks, ‘Uh… can I say this?'” She scratched her head. “This viewer asks President Sang, ‘Since you’re appearing on variety shows, are you planning a comeback?'”

Sang Baili replied, “I’m here to repay a favor.”

Qinqin asked, “Then will President Sang consider acting again?”

Sang Baili’s crimson lips curved into a smile, her eyes brimming with captivating charm. The smoky pink gemstone earrings dangling from her lobes swayed gently in the breeze.

“That’s the second question,” she said. “But I likely won’t be acting again.”

The other guests continued asking questions.

When it was Shen Shuangjing’s turn, she stared at the card, her face flushing crimson and her body temperature rising.

“Next, a netizen… Best Actress Sang…” Shen Shuangjing said, her face tense, “…has a question for my wife.”

She read, “Wife… could you post more daily updates? We’re all eager to know how you’re doing.”

These netizens are so shameless, Shen Shuangjing thought.

Sang Baili is clearly my wife.

Don’t try to steal my job!

Sang Baili remained silent, the intimate term of endearment slipping through her ears and settling deep within her heart.

She fell into Shen Shuangjing’s gaze.

Under the bright lights, her pupils reflected only Shen Shuangjing.

“I will,” Sang Baili murmured with a smile.