My name is Xin Nian. I have just won 5 trophies for Best Actress, and now I am turning into a director.
The first film has a box office of 4.6 Billion, and the second film is in post-production.
The entertainment industry is a big dye house with mixed relationships, and I never get involved in it. Love? What kind of dirty thing is that? Making money is not important.
But
I'm married. A long time ago.
The target is Wen Xubai, the public relations director of Ogilvy. She is a good-looking woman who does things in an orderly manner, speaks impeccably, and is very boring inside and out.
She is the kind of person who makes me want to knock the wooden fish three times just by looking at her.
Our marriage has nothing to do with love. Our elders buy and sell it by force, register it, and notarize it. They don't announce it, don't live together, and don't interfere.
A friend asked me how I felt after marriage, and I said:
"I don't have any feelings. It's the same as before. She is a bland person, the kind of person who is so bland that she has no taste. She is boring."
During the first two years of our marriage, we had almost no contact.
In the third year, she became the head of our public relations team for Party B. Because of film project promotion issues, our contacts have become more frequent.
Only then did I realize that she was calm and steady at work, experienced and precise in her work, and so professional that even a layman like me thought she was awesome. She was completely different from the boring person I saw. She seemed to be pretty good at her job.
I didn't take it seriously. Anyway, we were married by agreement.
But one day I fell ill after running continuously, and she flew overnight to take care of me. From night to day, I was completely undressed and completely devoid of dignity in my impression.
I looked into her red eyes and asked her, "What are you doing here?"
She lowered her head to cover me with the quilt and said softly: "I am your wife."
Who am I calling my wife for no reason?
Avoid her, avoid her, and take a detour after arguing with her in meetings.
As a result, one night, she sat on my sofa with a glass of wine, her eyes as red as if she had just taken off heavy makeup.
She looked at me and asked word by word:
"... Xinnian, who am I?"
"We are obviously married, but you don't even want me to love you?"
Then one day, I was pushed against the wall by her in the office and kissed me so hard that I felt dizzy. The kiss made me mess up all the styling I had done.
My friend opened the door and saw this scene. She glared at me at the award ceremony: "Too boring? Boring?"
I coughed and said, "It tastes good, and my kissing skills are great."
Reading guide:
1. First person
2.1V1 A cheerful and avoidant triple-gold actress
3. No prototype, no prototype, no prototype, feel free to substitute but don't dance in front of me
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2026.1.17.14:00 Kaiwen
Sheng Jiangnan has a girlfriend.
The two have been dating for four years, and their relationship is stable and tacit understanding. All their friends are envious of their dignity and love.
Sheng Jiangnan thought that his life was stable.
Until the new project launch meeting, the representative of Party A pushed in the door.
That familiar face made her almost forget to breathe
Chen Hengzhi.
Her former financial sponsor.
She was elegant and distant, but every time Sheng Jiangnan thought that the other party was just well-educated, she would lightly cross the line:
He held her back from drinking at a social bar, held her in his arms in a crowded elevator, booked only one room on a business trip with a "limited budget", and when the project failed, as Party A, he came to comfort her...
Sheng Jiangnan was confused, but still restrained.
She whispered: "Sorry, Mr. Chen, my girlfriend and I have a very stable relationship and are very loving."
Chen Hengzhi smiled with innocent eyes: "You misunderstood. It's just that your face is not good, which will affect your work."
But soon, a business trip broke all balance.
Sheng Jiangnan saw with his own eyes Yi Zhan and his "first love" kissing in front of the hotel.
In the corridor on a rainy night, Chen Hengzhi stood not far away holding an umbrella.
Her tone was gentle, just like it had been many years ago, like a siren on the seaside bewitching Sheng Jiangnan: "Aren't you a germophobe? Do you want to continue to want this kind of person?"
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Sheng Jiangnan thought that after breaking up, he could play with the world.
As a result, when he turned around, he was trapped in Chen Hengzhi's arms.
Many years ago, Chen Hengzhi sat beside the bed, staring at her, and stepped on her shoulders with his white feet:
"The force is so light. Didn't I give you something to eat?"
It was an order at that time.
This time, she smiled softly but dangerously, and her fingertips lightly touched her chin:
"Sheng Jiangnan, I'm very clean. Do you want to try?"
Reading guide:
1. The author is very fierce and does not accept any writing guidance (typos are OK, reply 1 means the modification is successful);
2. They are all bad women, they are all bad women, they are all bad women (don't look for moral role models in this article, they don't exist, women just have to keep climbing up and do whatever it takes to climb up);
3. Background: Contemporary modern port city
4. Women just want to attack each other, don't be deceived by their names.
Purpose: Marriage also needs to be managed well
