Chapter 2 Confronting the Movie Emperor
Next call went to my Husband, the movie emperor, Shen Xingye.
He'd just won the youngest Best Actor at the Qinglong Awards—career skyrocketing, over a hundred million fans, luxury endorsements pouring in.
But no one knew I'd been bankrolling him since his debut.
At first, with pocket money from my family.
Later, with allowance from my CEO husband.
Every resource he had, I secured using Fu Zeyan's connections.
Even his current agency—I owned sixty percent of it.
My ultimate raised-in-captivity project.
My golden canary of nearly seven years.
How could he betray me?
He picked up in seconds.
A cheerful, puppy-like voice came through.
"Sister! Calling me at this hour? Aren't you usually getting your beauty sleep?"
"Do you... miss me?"
"Cut the flirting. Where are you right now?!"
He must have caught the edge in my voice—his tone dropped lower.
"What's this? Sister's checking up on me now?"
"I thought you didn't care about me at all!"
"You never let me call you. Do you know how crazy it makes me waiting for your calls..."
Heavy breathing followed.
"Sister, I love when you talk to me like this... Scord me some more... ngh... ah..."
"???"
"Shen Xingye, what the hell are you doing?"
He laughed, low and seductive.
"Guess, Sister..."
"Sister, call me Husband. Or Husband will make you."
Fierce, yet dripping with temptation.
My sweet little puppy had turned full wolf.
When did my raised canary get this intense?
Was another woman teaching him?
I blurted out, "I knew it—you have someone else! Someone already told me!"
The line went dead silent.
Then, slowly, "Ha?"
Finally, he snarled, "I've been yours since I debuted at eighteen. Now you're done playing and accusing me of cheating? Wait there—I'm coming to deal with you..."
What?
Hadn't we agreed—he could only come when I called?
Good thing the address I gave him wasn't where I actually lived.
He'd never find me.