Chapter 82

“First there was ‘a withered tree meets spring, dark clouds meet light, He Lingji meets Qin Mang,’ then ‘it is the light that takes pity on me,’ and now ‘I never intended to look toward the light, who knew its brilliance would stir my heart.’ Wuwuwu, the deity is just too good! In his heart there really is only that one beam of ‘light’ that belongs to him alone!”

“Actually the deity never hid it; he announced his claim long ago!”

“Every one of the deity’s Weibo posts is related to the ‘light’.”

“I really love this to death!”

“To be honest, I’m so moved I cried.”

“God said let there be light, so he grabbed the ‘light’!”

“I could’ve held it in, but that line upstairs made me break down! Wow — I’m crying out loud.”

“God said, ‘Let there be light!!!'”

“May God and His Light be together until the end of time, never to part!”

“@szgmlwx ‘God and Light’ new theme is out, produce content, produce content, produce content. Begging.jpg”

“Hahaha, touched for two seconds, then I laughed myself unconscious!”

“Now you can directly tag the main account @贺泠霁”

“Feed, feed, feed.”

Since 贺泠霁 posted that Weibo—

the Weibo trending score didn’t drop; it rose.

Trending search terms kept changing, and they were all related to the two of them as a couple.

That night.

#God said let there be light#

#Produce grain#

Two search terms dominated the top two spots on the trending list.

Qin Mang couldn’t sleep because of He Lingji’s words. Her slender arm groped along the pillow; after a long while she found her teetering phone at the edge of the bed.

She started scrolling through Weibo.

She saw the number one trending topic.

Every word He Lingji spoke, every Weibo post, was about her.

Under the quilt.

Qin Mang couldn’t help reaching out to touch his fingertips.

After touching them, it still didn’t feel like enough.

Slowly slid her soft fingers completely into the man’s palm.

Only then, satisfied, did she use one hand to play with her phone.

Awkward, but in a good mood.

Qin Mang followed [Aurora Super Topic]

Also casually posted a thread urging for an update.

Qin Mang V: @szgmlwx little lion tapping a bowl.jpg

Nearly had the late-night netizens surfing the web dying of laughter.

This couple is truly something else.

A super-topic producing content.

A super-topic urging for updates.

“Don’t listen to the fans of @szgmlwx, but you should listen to your wife, right?”

“Listen to your wife~~”

“@Qin Mang, did your husband get into bed tonight?”

“Pfft! You upstairs—”

“How dare you, you actually voiced what I was thinking (very quietly)!”

Hidden by the darkness, the girl’s red lips pressed lightly together as she barely contained a suppressed laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”

He Lingji’s magnetic, low voice suddenly sounded.

The next second.

Qin Mang was immediately pulled into his embrace.

The phone with its screen still lit—

With a dull, muffled “plop,” it fell onto the bedsheet.

He Lingji had long arms and effortlessly restrained Qin Mang, then took the phone in one smooth motion.

The light suddenly became blinding.

The man’s gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly. After a few seconds, he finally made out the post she had sent and the comments beneath it.

“You gave that back to me!”

Qin Mang finally managed to break free from his hold and reached for her phone.

Who would have thought.

He Lingji tapped out a few brief words, then tossed the phone to the foot of the bed where Qin Mang couldn’t reach it. Only then did he hold her, his tone deep and calm. “If you don’t want to sleep, do something else?”

The couple stared at each other for three seconds.

Qin Mang obediently lay back down. “Want to sleep.”

If I don’t sleep now—

Then don’t sleep tonight.

He Lingji moved his arm from behind her

and came around. “Sleep.”

Qin Mang closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep, but the branding iron behind her grew only clearer.

After ten minutes.

The girl pushed back her elbow, her curled lashes blinking a few times. “Why don’t you go take care of it in the bathroom?”

“I can’t sleep like this.”

For a long moment.

The man unhurriedly held down her flailing arm. “Who provoked you?”

Qin Mang remembered that he had been sleeping soundly.

But—

Forget it.

The fairy is magnanimous.

Qin Mang, worried she might “feel wronged” later, decided to sacrifice… the little panties.

Who would have thought.

The girl’s slim fingertips had just touched the edge of the pale pink gauzy fabric.

He Lingji anticipated Qin Mang’s move.

He returned her hand with a reverse grip, his voice perfectly calm: “Mrs. He, you don’t have to be so ‘generous’.”

The two words “generous” were toned down a bit.

“He—let’s just say He can barely get by with this.”

You really are stretching it.

Qin Mang: “…”

Her little hands.

Still can’t escape having to endure this grievance!

……

And at that moment.

Qin Mang’s account had posted a new post a few minutes earlier.

Qin Mang V: She should go to sleep.

Netizens exploded, and at the same time woke up.

“Is ‘she’ what I think she is?”

“Is that so? Is that so?”

“What on earth happened!?”

Little Watermelon guagua: “Obviously, she was caught by her husband.”

“Ahhhhh Watermelon-Lawrence!!! Please draw it!!!”

“Hiss, hiss, hiss, Watermelon Rolls! Your new creative inspiration is here!”

Little Watermelon guagua: “You all complained that my drawing doesn’t look like Garbled-kun, fine then go get him to draw it, tsundere_face.jpg”

After endless coaxing from the CP fans in the supertopic, Teacher Little Watermelon finally decided to pick up the brush again.

North City Inch

In a spacious flat office in the heart of the pricey downtown district.

Wu Yuxi ignored the private phone beside him lighting up and then going dark.

Focuses on drawing with a tablet.

The grain yield ratio is far more important than chatting with a blind date!

Anyway, the conversation is perfunctory.

She had no interest in that kind of man.

*

That weekend, Qin Mang suddenly had urgent work.

An important audition that had been scheduled earlier was moved up to that day.

Qin Mang was still thinking about accompanying Wu Yuxi to the blind date.

Wu Yuxi was quite casual. “It’s fine, I’ve already figured out a response plan.”

“If the Yu family wants to marry a virtuous wife and good mother, then I’ll do like you did when you met Mr. He back then—be a total rebellious teenager!”

He Lingji wasn’t at work today; he was reading.

Qin Mang glanced sideways; he definitely heard Wu Yuxi’s words.

At the same time.

He Lingshi lifted his eyes and gave her a half-smile that was almost a laugh.

Qin Mang’s pretty face instantly turned stern. “I wasn’t trying to avoid the marriage back then—honestly, I just wanted to piss off my little uncle so he’d cut off my allowance!”

“Being able to hold court in a parlor, work in the kitchen, tall and handsome, and doting on his wife—that’s the kind of Mr. He I want to marry…”

“Your husband is next to you, right?”

Wu Yuxi uttered softly.

“….”

Qin Mang was exposed.

She decisively changed the subject, “Anyway, I think your idea is unreliable.”

“What if he just happens to like rebellious girls?”

Especially since Wu Yuxi’s mother was very keen on forming a family connection with the Yu family.

The Yu family was also in Deep City; Madam Wu had even used Qin Mang’s marriage into Deep City to coerce and entice Wu Yuxi to agree — saying, for example, that the young women could look out for each other in the future…

Once Yu Yanzhou was satisfied with Wu Yuxi, the marriage would be set in stone.

The point is—

Their little Xiguo is beautiful

and highly capable; Yuyan Zhou would have to be blind to not appreciate her.

After hanging up the phone.

Qin Mang looked thoughtful and poked the knuckle of the man’s finger resting on the page beside her. “What do you think… about my little uncle and Little Watermelon?”

He Lingji remained calm: “Not much.”

“How is it suddenly ‘not like that’?”

Qin Mang was indignant, her watery eyes narrowing dangerously: “You think my uncle is too old?!”

He Lingji: “…”

“Or do you think he’s lame?”

He Lingji: “…”

One accusation after another fell into place.

Recalling one of the highlighted rules from Rong Huaiyan’s “Ultimate Wife-Winning Tricks”: [Never dismiss any issue or suggestion the wife raises—always encourage her. A wife’s sixth sense and decisions can never be wrong; if they’re wrong, it’s someone else’s fault. Promptly help the wife clean up any mess.]

He pondered for a moment.

He pressed his long finger against the edge of her brow. “You try.”

If it turns into a mess, he’ll clean it up.

Just as expected.

Qin Mang was satisfied.

When it comes to feelings, Qin Mang knew they couldn’t be forced.

If Little Watermelon had no interest in her little uncle, she wouldn’t force it either.

But—

The more exaggerated Little Watermelon’s words were, the more it showed how much she cared.

Back then, when Wu Yuxi thought her uncle was going to enter an arranged marriage, she dragged her along to a bar and they drank more than a dozen drinks.

They nearly ended up in the hospital together.

It turned out later to be a big misunderstanding.

After that time, Wu Yuxi never brought it up again. Later she dated other people, and Qin Mang thought it was just the whims of adolescence.

Until the last time Qin Mang tentatively suggested matching her up with her younger uncle.

Wu Yuxi’s reaction seemed perfectly normal.

The more Qin Mang thought about it, the stranger it felt.

She decided to help her one last time.

Whether it would work or not was up to fate.

Qin Mang gently lowered her eyelids and made a call to Qin Yan

Words left unsaid.

Originally Qin Yan was too indifferent to get involved in the Wu family’s affairs.

He didn’t even know how many years he had left to live, had no intention of getting married, and certainly wouldn’t waste a young girl’s time.

Qin Mang had long seen that his young uncle’s will to survive was not strong.

Couldn’t help but frown.

Never speak of matchmaking them; move them with emotion, reason with them:

“Besides, even if she weren’t your future little wife, Little Watermelon is someone you’ve watched grow up, right?”

“Help keep an eye on things!”

“Consider it as going in my place.”

“I’m not at ease.”

“Uncle, I’m begging you.”

“Shencheng’s Yu family really isn’t a good family!”

Shencheng, the Yu family.

Qin Yan tapped twice with the knuckle of his hand resting on the wheelchair: “Yu Yanzhou?”

“After all the choices the Wu family made, they picked this thing?”

Qin Yan snorted.

Qin Mang pretended not to hear Qin Yan’s sarcasm toward the Wu family. “He’s certainly not a good person, but he’s handsome and smooth-talking. Little Watermelon needs someone beside her to keep her in line.”

“To avoid being deceived.”

Then, without waiting for Qin Yan to refuse, he immediately hung up.

He promised!

When Young Uncle promises something, he will definitely do it.

Qin Mang went abroad to audition for a new film feeling completely at ease.

She had originally thought it would just be accompanying Wu Yuxi to a matchmaking meeting, nothing dramatic would happen.

Unexpected—

The unexpected mishap happened to Wu Yuxi herself.

The next afternoon.

Qin Mang arrived and successfully completed the audition.

She was sitting in the resting room removing her makeup.

This time she was auditioning for the role of a mysterious Eastern woman in a major foreign film.

At that time Qin Mang had gone to attend an international film festival; a director noticed her, went to some lengths to get her contact information, and invited her to come audition.

This role occupies significant screen time in the blockbuster.

It is also a protagonist

character.

It is an excellent resource.

Not only Chinese actresses, but many well-known Asian actresses with similar looks were also determined to win the role.

As for Qin Mang.

She was confirmed on the spot.

This was nothing short of good news.

The members of Qin Mang’s work team, who had been tense, relaxed considerably.

Qin Mang had just said they’d treat them to a big meal today, then go on a major shopping spree.

She paid the bill.

Suddenly.

Wu Yuxi’s international call came through.

The first sentence was: “Little Lion, I’m doomed.”

At first Qin Mang didn’t take it seriously. She removed the diamond tassel earrings, composed: “What’s the matter with you?”

“I-I-I-I… I slept with a man…”

The girl’s white wrist trembled: “What?”

“He was unwilling.”

“Did you force him?!”

Wu Yuxi grimaced: “…Yeah.”

“What am I supposed to do? Boohoo, how could I have been so bewitched?”

Qin Mang suddenly seemed to remember something; his black-and-white eyes snapped wide open. “Wait, you—you—you… who did you sleep with? It can’t be Yu Yanzhou, can it?!!!”

This was exactly the time they were meeting each other!

Although Yu Yanzhou was a mama’s boy, his appearance was impeccable— the kind of exquisitely handsome man.

Otherwise he wouldn’t have caught Mrs. Wu’s eye.

Silent for a long time.

Wu Yuxi was the first to blurt out a name: “Qin Yan—”

Qin Mang choked, nearly failing to respond, “Who?”

Wu Yuxi enunciated each word: “Your little uncle, Qin, Yan!”

Qin Mang took a sharp breath.

!!!

Wu Yuxi stammered, “I slept with a ‘Bodhisattva’—will I go to hell?”

Then the scummy woman said, “I was just drunk.”

Qin Mang calmed down: “Whether he’ll go to hell I don’t know… but my uncle-in-law has for over thirty years

Your innocence was ruined because of you—wait and take responsibility.

Wu Yuxi: “He won’t let me take responsibility.”

“He’s going to sue me.”

“Sue you for what?”

“Told me… against my will, using illegal means to force relations with a law-abiding citizen.”

Qin Mang found it hard to sum up in words—how to put it, it was something her younger uncle could say.

However.

Not to mention the many bodyguards around the young uncle.

Even if he himself had a leg problem, if he didn’t want Wu Yuxi to get close, Wu Yuxi absolutely couldn’t have gotten within a single step.

In this situation.

He was definitely indulging him.

Qin Mang thought for a few seconds.

She decided to wait and see.

Little Uncle couldn’t possibly really send Wu Yuxi away.

Just as expected.

By the time she returned to the country, there was no news that she needed to take a chicken leg into the little black room to visit her best friend.

*

Qin Mang was going abroad next month for a two-month closed training and shooting.

After this she had to go straight to the set of an S+ television series, which would take another half year; by the time all filming finished, it would be the end of the year.

So the remaining episodes of the reality show had to be shot this month.

Actually there were only six episodes left.

One month would be enough.

Because the last escape room received such a strong response from the audience.

The director specifically added an extra episode.

Although it was still an escape room.

But compared to last time, this one belonged to the horror genre.

The thrill and entertainment were both multiplied.

When it was Qin Mang’s turn to answer the challenge—

This time the director wanted to wash away past shame.

He switched to a much harder question.

There were also advanced math problems.

Qin Mang wasn’t particularly good at advanced math, but she was able to get into Qing University, so she wasn’t going to hand everything back to the teacher.

Finally, there was an incredibly difficult advanced calculus problem.

Qin Mang hesitated for a few seconds.

“I choose to seek help off-site.”

The director immediately perked up, “Teacher Qin, choose to seek help outside the ring

, prepare.”

“You can’t ask for help from anyone inside the ring.”

The meaning was clear: you can’t ask your husband for help.

Qin Mang looked sassy, “Such a simple question, I don’t need my husband for this.”

The livestream audience was nearly dying laughing.

“Hahaha, the tsundere little lion!”

“What do we do, the more we look at Qin Mang the more she resembles that little white lion the deity once caught for her.”

“After all, deities know their wives best.”

“Seems Qin Mang must have cuddled up to the deity a lot at home!”

“Ahhh, the little demon is acting cute—who could resist that!”

“Am I the only one curious who Qin Mang would call?”

The next second.

The call connected.

Qin Mang called out, “Uncle?”

“Mm?”

The man’s voice, clear and smooth like ancient warm jade, carried through the phone and the speakers to everyone’s ears.

Uncle Qin Mang’s voice is way too young—and way too pleasant to listen to, right?!

Qin Mang succinctly explained the problem and asked, “Do you know what the answer is?”

Qin Yan hadn’t expected Qin Mang to ask him an advanced math question.

He happened to be attending a business forum, and by chance it was the reporters’ Q&A session.

Hearing his niece’s question, he raised his hand and said to the reporters, “One moment.”

“Help my niece solve a problem.”

The reporters in the room were stunned: “???”

Huh?

First interview with a big shot, and it’s halfway through.

The other party wanted to help his niece with a problem.

An old reporter chuckled, “President Qin, please go on, the child’s studies are important.”

Child?

Qin Yan, who had pulled out a blank sheet and was rapidly calculating while multitasking, replied casually:

“Not a child anymore.”

“We’re already married.”

The reporters were completely baffled.

In less than five minutes.

Qin Yan then solved this devilishly difficult problem.

He then told Qin Mang the answer.

Qin Mang picked up the sound very clearly over there, directly

Include Qin Yan’s dialogue here.

After Qin Mang got the answer, she casually greeted, “Uncle-in-law, what are you busy with?”

By rights, this time should be his rest period.

Qin Yan glanced at the reporters waiting for him in the audience and said nonchalantly:

“Oh, a business forum, an interview segment.”

Qin Mang hesitated for half a second: “An interview?”

Wouldn’t that be——

People on both ends of the call and other onlookers: “???”

Damn!

Just as expected.

As Qin Mang had expected, the all-seeing netizens had already dug everything up long before either party finished work.

Qin Mang.

The eldest daughter of the main branch of the Qin family in Beicheng, with primary inheritance rights to the Qin Group.

A clearly defined wealthy young lady.

And the person solving the problem was none other than the younger uncle Qin Mang often mentioned—the one who raised her to adulthood.

The current head of the Qin Corporation.

Someone dug up a photo of Qin Yan.

He looked nothing like the imagined uncle—rather, young, refined, and otherworldly; especially a small vermilion mole between his brows, making him so beautiful he seemed hardly like a mere mortal.

That speck of vermilion was identical to the one on Qin Mang’s nose tip.

They looked every bit like blood relatives.

And some busybodies went on to dig up that the eldest Miss Qin was part of a business marriage.

So it became very clear.

The business-match counterpart was none other than the He family.

Beicheng’s Qin family and Shencheng’s He family, a powerful alliance.

No wonder the two families have grown ever closer in collaboration over the past few years.

#He Qin Business Marriage Alliance#

It shot straight to the trending searches.

Netizens were split into two main camps.

One believed the ship they shipped was absolutely real.

The other thought it was the usual show of marital affection common in aristocratic arranged marriages.

Outside the He Corporation headquarters.

A bunch of reporters waited for interviews, and even when thrown out into the lobby by security they didn’t give up.

This was huge, blockbuster news.

Original

This popular divine couple actually turns out to be a commercial marriage!!!

Suddenly.

A black stretched Pullman rolled slowly toward them.

The car was both luxurious and sleek, causing the reporters who had been poised to surge forward to suddenly halt and obediently make way.

Half a minute later.

A man in an elegant, imposing suit stepped out of the car first, his presence intensely commanding.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The man’s profile was cool and aloof like the silhouette of a god statue, lofty and untouchable.

When the reporter asked, “May I ask if your relationship with Mrs. He is merely a business marriage?”

He Lingji did not answer.

Instead he turned calmly, reached out a long, slender-fingered hand, and led the strikingly beautiful, sharp-edged girl out of the car.

Qin Mang rested in He Lingji’s palm.

Facing the camera, she raised her index finger and shook it, her red lips curling into a smile: “No, it’s not.”

“We are… in love.”

Hiss.

The reporters quickly took out their phones.

Breaking news—report it immediately!

The next moment.

He Lingtian looked at them with a calm, indifferent expression and said, “Before becoming Mrs. He, my wife was first and foremost an excellent and successful actress, so—”

“When you report it, don’t put my surname on her.”