After Marrying a Wealthy Husband, I Became Famous by Slacking Off

Part 4

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Capturing a beautiful photo while running requires a high level of skill from the photographer.

Fortunately, the staff hired by the show were from Bazaar Wedding Company, experts at taking the sweetest photos of fake couples.

I ran back and forth several times, still not satisfying the photographer's requirements.

A hundred million, a hundred million.

Whether I can relax completely after the divorce depends on this!

Song Zhi Yan was quite cooperative.

So, the staff started to boldly direct him as well.

"Hug each other, closer, don't stand so far apart!"

Song Zhi Yan reached out and pulled me forward, causing me to lose balance and grab his waist to steady myself.

I looked up and met Song Zhi Yan's gaze, which was gentle, with a faint smile.

"Perfect, just like that!" the photographer shouted excitedly.

Feeling a bit awkward, I quickly stepped back.

As soon as the photographer called out "Okay," Song Zhi Yan turned and walked away.

Me: "..."

Weren't you the one who insisted on taking the photo?

He walked over to the photographer, who raised the camera to show him the shots.

This made me curious too, so I wanted to go over and take a look.

But Song Zhi Yan urged me to move on.

"Aren't you in a hurry to get lunch?"

Uh... he was right.

Reaching the top of the mountain, our team was indeed the first to arrive.

I initiated a conversation with Song Zhi Yan.

"Just to be clear, even if the photos don't turn out well, you still need to pay up."

Song Zhi Yan gave me a look.

I felt guilty, realizing how easily I was making this money.

"At most, I'll give you a 0.01% discount."

After saying that, I rushed to the food table, ready to enjoy my feast.

To my surprise, it was fresh seafood and other raw ingredients.

Me: "..."

I'm a kitchen disaster, only good at "cutting-hand dishes" and "scalding-hand dishes."

Song Zhi Yan surely wouldn't know how to cook either.

Actress Ding's group had steaks, Zhao Qian Qian was eating bread, and I... would be eating raw food?

I grabbed a few leaves of lettuce and invited Song Zhi Yan to join me for a salad.

He: "..."

"I can cook."

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To my astonishment, Song Zhi Yan took off his watch and casually rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

His fingers were long and slender, and the same hand that signed contracts was also very adept at chopping vegetables.

I couldn't help, so I just stood by offering compliments.

"Wow, you cut so evenly!"

"Wow, it looks delicious!"

"Wow..."

Before I could finish my "wows," Song Zhi Yan told me to move away.

Hmph.

Despite everything, I generously brought him a chair.

When the other two groups arrived at the top, this was the scene they saw—

I was lounging on a deck chair, half-asleep, while Song Zhi Yan was preparing food by himself.

Actress Ding exclaimed, "Xu Ruo! Your husband can cook?"

Me: I just found out today too.

Everyone gathered around him.

Only one person came over to me, using her back to block the camera.

It was Zhao Qian Qian.

She wore an expression I had never seen before.

Beneath her twisted face lay deep resentment, as if she were the true vicious female supporting character.

She didn't say anything, just glared at me for a good ten seconds.

I was utterly baffled.

Song Zhi Yan is the second male lead who relentlessly pursues the female lead but fails. She chose someone else, so why does she still harbor so much animosity towards me, a minor supporting character?

Song Zhi Yan's cooking was live-streamed, and the chat exploded.

【Song Zhi Yan! You're even better than the characters in my otome games.】

【A domineering CEO who can cook? This is hitting all my spots.】

【Getting hungry, already ordered takeout.】

...

The seafood fried rice was ready, and I had to admit that Song Zhi Yan's cooking skills were impressive.

Not only was it delicious, but he also paid attention to the presentation.

What's that old saying?

To capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach.

As my fake husband, Song Zhi Yan's current rating had already risen to 60!

After the meal, everyone played games and chatted.

I noticed that after Song Zhi Yan left, Zhao Qian Qian also found an excuse to leave.

Something was up!

My gossip radar went up, and I followed to eavesdrop.

Zhao Qian Qian: "Can I please ask you for a favor?"

Huh?

Wasn't she supposed to be Song Zhi Yan's white moonlight?

Why such a formal tone?

Unfortunately, I only caught that one sentence. The rest of the conversation was too muffled to hear.

I could only vaguely make out that Zhao Qian Qian was pleading for something, but Song Zhi Yan seemed to reject her straightforwardly.

Zhao Qian Qian even started crying.

I slipped away before they noticed me.

Holding onto this new discovery, I returned to the villa. Before Song Zhi Yan could enter his room, I couldn't help but ask.

"What's going on between you and Zhao Qian Qian?"

Song Zhi Yan: "What do you mean?"

"I can tell Zhao Qian Qian has feelings for you. You two like each other, so why didn't you get married?"

Song Zhi Yan's face turned cold.

I hurried to reassure him, "Don't worry, I have the dignity of an ex-wife. I won't go around spreading anything."

Song Zhi Yan sneered.

"Where did you get the idea that I liked her?"

This is the plot of the novel! How could there be any mistakes?!

"I read online that you're her sugar daddy."

Otherwise, why would the massive Song Corporation invest so much effort into its entertainment company, which isn't even its main business?

Song Zhi Yan: "Xu Ruo, I never lie."

Me: ???

What does he mean?

Suddenly, his words flashed in my mind: "I've had a crush on Little Ruo since high school."

Oh no, the plot seems to have shifted significantly, and as a transmigrator, I'm completely clueless.

What do I do now?

I guess I'll stick to the plan!

Keep slacking!