After Secretly Marrying the Film Emperor, Every Day Is a Battlefield

I was crouched behind a supermarket shelf, throwing up my guts. Morning sickness was harder to shake than the paparazzi. I had just pushed myself upright, one hand on my back, when two figures came into view. I would recognize the tall, broad-shouldered one even if he were burned to ashes. My husband, Jiang Zhuo. A three-time Best Actor and the nation's heartthrob. At that moment, he was leaning slightly to shield the petite woman beside him. She wore a mask and sunglasses, but the part of her forehead that showed was smooth and full, like a peeled egg. It was Lin Qiwu. Jiang Zhuo's "best on-screen couple," and also his... ex-girlfriend, with whom he still had unfinished business. What stung even more was what Jiang Zhuo was holding. Several packs of colorful