After the Harem Novel’s Female Lead was Spoiled by the Comments - Chapter 6

In the car, after Wen Hebai pressed the reject-call button, she opened Weibo and posted the photo she had taken earlier of the two red booklets.

After doing that, she reached out to Yan Qingwen beside her. “Give me your phone.”

Yan Qingwen was alert. “What for?”

“I’ll help you download Weibo, register an account, and then we can follow each other. This is called post-marriage fan service.”

Yan Qingwen refused. “I don’t use Weibo, and I don’t need post-marriage fan service either.”

Wen Hebai did not force her. She lowered her head and started playing with her phone.

From the corner of her eye, Yan Qingwen glanced at Wen Hebai’s Weibo comments. In just a few short minutes, there were already tens of thousands of comments. That was a speed even paid commenters could not fake.

“What are they saying?” Yan Qingwen asked, somewhat curious.

Wen Hebai looked up at her. “Hm?”

Yan Qingwen paused, then deliberately asked in a casual tone, “What are the netizens saying?”

Wen Hebai laughed inwardly at how Yan Qingwen was clearly curious, yet insisted on pretending not to care.

Faced with such a dishonest President Yan, Wen Hebai felt the urge to tease her. She deliberately stroked her own face and shamelessly praised herself. “Of course they’re envious that you were able to marry such a perfect woman like me!”

She was not lying. That was what some of her fans were saying.

Of course, those haters did not miss the opportunity to attack her either. They took the chance to scold her, saying she was not worthy of Yan Qingwen and had put some kind of spell on her.

Yan Qingwen: “…”

She asked, “Why isn’t it you marrying me?”

Wen Hebai had not expected the dignified president of Yan Corporation to actually care about such a detail. She said, “Because I don’t want people saying you married down. This way, doesn’t it make your status look higher than mine?”

Yan Qingwen sneered. “Isn’t it?”

Wen Hebai shrugged. “Fine, then I’ll marry you. But I don’t have a bride price to give you.”

“Do you think I care about those little scraps of yours?”

From the front passenger seat, the assistant turned back, her eyes bright. “President Yan, Madam, when are you holding the wedding?”

That question made both of them fall silent, because neither of them had thought about it at all.

They had gotten married by agreement for the sake of their respective interests. Getting the certificate was enough to deal with many troublesome matters. There was no need to waste more time holding a wedding.

Besides, in their hearts, a wedding only had meaning if it was held with someone they truly loved.

Sensing the strange atmosphere in the car, the assistant realized she seemed to have said the wrong thing and guiltily shrank back.

Yan Qingwen did not dwell on this matter. She asked her assistant to report on the progress of public relations, stock market changes, and online public opinion.

In fact, before Yan Qingwen’s confession, the stocks of both the Yan and Jiang families had already shown signs of continuous growth. It seemed that as long as news of the marriage alliance between the two families was announced, the prices would keep rising. Unexpectedly, Yan Qingwen did not follow the expected script at all.

All parties were caught off guard by the news. Yan Corporation’s stock price once fell, but after she and Wen Hebai got their marriage certificate, it quickly soared again. The Wen family’s stocks also rose sharply, even surpassing Yan Corporation and approaching the daily limit. In contrast, the Jiang family’s stock fell, becoming the only loser.

Yan Qingwen’s assistant received a call from the manor, saying that before the banquet had even ended, the Jiang family had left the manor with ashen faces.

As for Yan Aotian, after confirming that his beloved wife was fine, he turned around and discovered that he could not find the culprit. He was so angry that he lost his temper at home and nearly dispatched all the security forces to look for her, but the old master suppressed him.

Yan Qingwen knew they were still waiting for her to return to the manor and explain herself. However, she had no plans to go back for the time being. She would let them digest it on their own first. After a few days, when everyone had calmed down, that would be the right time to talk.

The car drove into a villa district. All media reporters and paparazzi were stopped outside the main gate.

Yan Qingwen’s villa was located on an island in the center of the river in K City. There were only three residential communities on the entire island, all of them detached two-story luxury villas. Whether in terms of security or privacy, it was excellent. At one point, housing prices had been driven up to seven hundred thousand per square meter, making it the most expensive villa district in all of K City.

The villa’s décor followed a light-luxury minimalist style. There was a courtyard and an underground garage in front, a garden and swimming pool at the back, and tall trees between the villas to provide cover. The greenery was also very well maintained.

Wen Hebai was very satisfied with the “marital home” she would be living in from now on. “This place is very suitable for me to live in.”

Yan Qingwen asked her, “Then why didn’t you buy one back then?”

Wen Hebai returned Yan Qingwen’s own words to her. “With my few little scraps of assets, I can’t afford a place here.”

Yan Qingwen was momentarily speechless.

Before opening the door, she confirmed one last time, “Are you sure you want to live with me?”

This had originally been outside her plans.

Wen Hebai pushed the door open and walked in first. “Have you ever seen newlyweds live separately right after getting married?”

When Yan Qingwen thought of living under the same roof as her sworn enemy from now on, she felt somewhat uncomfortable. But Wen Hebai was right. Since they were acting, they had to act the full set. That was why, after Wen Hebai proposed moving in and living with her, Yan Qingwen had not objected.

Yan Qingwen’s assistant lingered outside the door, unsure whether she should follow them in. In the past, she definitely would have gone in. But now that President Yan and Madam were newly married, it was probably better for her not to go in and become a third wheel, right?

“Xiao Chen, you—” Yan Qingwen turned back, intending to tell her assistant to go home and rest first.

The assistant immediately said, “President Yan, don’t worry. I’ll return to the company right away and hold a meeting with the PR department!”

Yan Qingwen: “…”

Since her capable assistant was so enthusiastic about working overtime, Yan Qingwen could not very well extinguish her passion for extra work. She could only nod. “That works too. I’ll return to the company for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning. Go back ahead of time and make the arrangements.”

“President Yan, aren’t you taking marriage leave and going on a honeymoon with Madam?” As a corporate worker, Xiao Chen was always thinking about all kinds of holidays. If one did not take marriage leave after getting married, then the marriage was practically wasted.

Yan Qingwen wanted to speak but stopped.

Xiao Chen realized that bosses did not have holidays. But if a boss wanted to, every day could be a holiday!

Tsk. As a corporate slave who still had to work overtime, she should worry about when she could find a partner instead. Why was she blindly worrying about her boss?

Xiao Chen got into the car, and the driver stepped on the accelerator, sending her away.

When Yan Qingwen entered the house, Wen Hebai was already sitting on the sofa, contacting her own assistant and telling them to go to her original residence, pack up her clothes and cosmetics, and send them over.

Seeing how at ease Wen Hebai was, as if she were in her own home, Yan Qingwen decided to make things clear with her.

“I agree to let you move in, but we need to set some ground rules.”

“Please speak, President Yan.” Wen Hebai’s lips curved slightly. She folded her arms and looked at Yan Qingwen leisurely.

“First, you can’t casually bring people back here.”

Wen Hebai asked, “No one at all?”

Yan Qingwen paused. Considering that after the two of them established a marital relationship, relatives and friends from both sides might come to visit, a blanket ban did not seem very reasonable.

“Unless there is a legitimate reason and it’s absolutely necessary to bring someone back, anyone who can be received elsewhere should be received outside.”

Wen Hebai nodded. That was fairly reasonable.

Yan Qingwen continued, “Second, we sleep separately and do not disturb each other.”

“Separately in the same bed in the same room, or…”

“What are you thinking? Of course you’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Wen Hebai had an objection. “What if there are guests staying overnight at home? How would we explain it if they saw?”

Yan Qingwen choked again, then said irritably, “Then you can sleep on the floor.”

She then stated the third rule. “Don’t make noise at home, especially when you’re taking a shower. Don’t use the bathroom as a KTV room again.”

Wen Hebai blinked and said somewhat innocently, “I haven’t sung in the bathroom for many years. Besides, you still remember something from middle school until now? Just how much have you been missing me?”

Yan Qingwen looked at her expressionlessly. “Oh, really?”

When they were in middle school, they had attended a top international school in the country. Because of the school’s system, all students were required to live on campus, and she and Wen Hebai happened to be assigned to the same dormitory.

That year, a singing talent show had become extremely popular online, and Wen Hebai had wanted to become a singer. She often practiced in the school’s vocal room until late at night. After returning, regardless of whether Yan Qingwen was asleep or not, she would shower in the bathroom while opening her throat and wailing like a ghost. She even called it vocal warm-up.

If she had not failed the audition and resolved to change careers and become an actress, Yan Qingwen probably would have requested to change dorms long ago.

Their relationship was now so bad probably because cracks had started appearing from that time onward.

After Yan Qingwen finished stating her three conditions, Wen Hebai stated her own.

“Now that you’re done, it’s my turn. Considering that we are already married, in order to maintain our public image, we can no longer have intimate contact with certain members of the same sex or the opposite sex—my filming is excluded. Do you agree?”

Yan Qingwen nodded. “That’s only proper.”

“But we’re both adults, and we have certain physical needs. Under the premise that neither of us can mess around outside, how do you think we should solve that?”