“Who was that?”
“A friend asking if I’d like to apply to be an extra actor at the broadcasting company, together with her,” answered An Xiaoning.
“You wouldn’t go, without a doubt,” sneered Jin Qingyan.
“How are you so certain about that? Because I’m your wife? Or do I look like I love living in luxury?”
“It’s tough being an extra on a film set. You’re not going to be able to take all the injustice and unfair treatment. Besides, you don’t have to put yourself through that kind of hardship just for a bit of money,” answered Jin Qingyan.
Feeling that he was obviously belittling her, An Xiaoning could not take it lying down. “Wanna bet?” she taunted.
“Sure, why not?”
“If I win the bet and become an extra, what are you going to do as a forfeit?”
Jin Qingyan sat up straight, and looked into her eyes, “If I lose the bet, I’ll reward you with a hundred kisses.”
“Save it,” she cursed with a grunt. “If you lose, you are to grant me any one wish I’d like, under the condition that it’s perfectly legal and that it does not involve monetary assets and property or personal attacks. How does that sound?”
“An extra for a drama-series-production unit is far different from those temporary ones for action films.”
“Of course,” said An Xiaoning as she looked down.
“Deal. But, under what identity are you going to apply to be an extra? If you use your real name and identity, they’re going to be treating you differently, and there’ll no longer be a point in our bet.”
“Then, what do you suggest I do?”
“I suggest that you not apply to be an extra and just work behind the scenes with the rest of the production unit. You won’t have to appear on-screen then. Use a different name and try to disguise yourself with some makeup. I’m sure no one will be able to recognize you that way,” said Jin Qingyan. He was eager to see how well she could deal with hardship.
“For how long do I have to keep the job?”
“One month. Are you game enough?” asked Jin Qingyan as he inched closer towards her, such that they could feel each other’s breath.
“You’re spiting me. There’s nothing I, An Xiaoning, am afraid of doing. It’s just a matter of whether I’d like to or not,” replied An Xiaoning.
“Alright. Very gutsy and confident of you. You deserve to be my wife. I’m really curious to see how long you can last. I heard it’s tough to work behind the scenes. Not only are the hours long, you also have to bear with the scoldings.”
“Don’t belittle me, I’ll show you what I’m made of, you’re going to be surprised. Remember not to go back on your word when the time comes,” said An Xiaoning. She put on her clothes as she spoke and got off the bed.
“Why don’t we put it on paper? If you can last a month, I’ll agree to any request of yours, with no time limit. If you can’t…” suggested Jin Qingyan, who was particularly invested in their bet.
“Then what?”
“Then you shall be my slave for a day. During then, you are to be at my beck and call at all times and follow every instruction I give. You’re not to go West if I tell you to go East, or use a washing machine if I tell you to wash the clothes.”
“Am I supposed to eat some feces even if you tell me to?” said An Xiaoning, though she could not help but laugh.
With a nod, he said, “Of course.”
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The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses
Lãng mạnAuthor(s) An Xiaoning After discovering about her wealthy husband's affair, she humiliates the adulterous pair on the streets and divorces him the very next morning. Just as everyone anticipates her downfall, she goes on to marry the most brilliant...
