The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Su Wen quickly found the key, inserted it into the lock, and slipped inside before Nie Yuan could react, then slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

In the living room, a dim, yellow light from a wall lamp illuminated the mother's figure, sunken deep in the sofa. Hearing the door open, she instinctively jolted, looked up, and saw Suwen. A dazed look crossed her face, and after a long silence, she murmured, "You're back..."

After Suwen became famous, she had a lot more work, often not coming home for ten days or half a month at a time, or returning home in the middle of the night. Xiang Ru was already used to it. But she herself always went to bed before 10 p.m. every night, which she called "beauty sleep".

Thinking of the man she had just seen outside the door, Nie Suwen was no longer surprised that her mother was still sitting there.

She tossed her bag aside and asked coldly, "You've seen him? What brings him here?"

He's still here so late; he must have something important to say. But her intuition told her it couldn't be anything good. Anyway, when he abandoned her and her daughter three years ago, Nie Suwen had already considered him a father, so no matter what he wanted now, Suwen had made up her mind not to talk to him.

Before Xiang Ru could speak, there was another knock on the door: "Su Su, is that you, Su Su? Dad hasn't seen you in a long time. Open the door and let me see you..."

Su Wen frowned, then abruptly pulled open the door. The man outside, expecting to be knocked on for a while, was momentarily stunned when the door opened.

Suwen quickly interrupted him: "You've got the wrong person. I don't have a father. It's the middle of the night, if you keep making noise I'll call the police." Without looking at Nie Yuan's expression, she slammed the door shut again.

After closing the door, Suwen realized her hands were trembling for a long time. It turned out that seeing the man who had raised her again would reopen the wounds in her heart.

Didn't he immigrate with his family of three? Now he should be living in a small house and spending US dollars, so why would he come back to find her?

Turning around, she found that her mother had also stood up from the sofa at some point and was staring at her blankly.

She forgot that now was not the time for her to be heartbroken, because she had a vulnerable mother who needed comforting.

But after several attempts, she couldn't figure out how to start the conversation, and finally just waved her hand dismissively, saying, "...It's okay, Mom, go to sleep early."

Xiang Ru nodded, but after taking a few steps, she turned back and called out to her, "Su Su."

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Xiang Ru's face was very pale: "Your father..."

"He needs to know the family before he can claim kinship." Suwen thought her mother was being soft-hearted, so she immediately stopped her.

Just as I was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower and wash away all this mess of people and things, my mother's voice suddenly rang out behind me: "He has leukemia."

Suwen stopped, holding onto the bathroom door, but she didn't turn around. After a while, she went in and slammed the bathroom door shut.

The sound of running water filled the air. Xiang Ru glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, looked troubled, shook her head, and went back to her room.

The scalding water stung her skin, sending a faint jolt back three years. In that large living room, the mistress barged in, arm in arm with the man who was her father by blood. The room was a mess, and Xiang Ru was wailing incessantly. She stubbornly stood in front of her mother. The weak mother couldn't fight the beautiful and shrewish mistress, but it didn't matter; she still had her.

But to her utter surprise, the two slaps that ultimately drove her to despair and leave came from her biological father and mother.

Ka—

She turned off the hot water and leaned against the slippery tiles, lost in thought.

She remembers when she was very young, her father would always put her on his lap and bounce her back and forth for most of the day. She would hug her father's legs and laugh happily. Sometimes her father would lift her up with both hands and then use the coarse stubble on his chin to prick her soft and tender skin.

She could forgive her mother time and time again, and accept her living with her again, but she could not forgive her father who had betrayed her first.

Because he shattered her most primal hopes for marriage and love, making her selfish, indifferent, and distrustful of relationships.

Because he realized that the deeper the love, the more unforgettable and heart-wrenching the betrayal will be.

She wouldn't allow herself to forgive.

After taking a shower, the light in her mother's room was already off. She dried her hair, changed into her pajamas, and was planning to sleep for another two hours before getting up to pack her luggage. As she walked through the living room, she inexplicably found herself in the entryway and opened the front door.

The corridor was quiet, without a single person in sight.

It's good that you've left.

I hope he never appears again.

Two hours wasn't enough to get a good night's sleep; I woke up shivering from the cold. Even with underfloor heating, in this kind of weather, anyone would feel like shivering as soon as they got out of bed.

Downstairs. Xiao Ai and the nanny van were already waiting there. Su Wen hurriedly put on her clothes like she was going into battle, patted some face cream on in front of the mirror, and then grabbed her suitcase and rushed out the door.

Xiang Ru probably hadn't slept well either. Hearing the noise, she opened the door to see her: "You're in such a hurry, don't forget anything. Be careful in everything you do outside."

"Okay, Mom, this isn't your daughter's first time going on a long trip."

I nagged even more when I went to Venice last time.

As they exited the elevator, Xiao Ai took the suitcase from her. Looking up at her face, she couldn't help but frown and grumble, "Miss, you should pay attention to your image. You're a public figure now, after all. There are countless cameras waiting at the airport."

Their trip to Busan wasn't as high-profile as their last trip to the Venice Film Festival, but the media were still staking out the area.

Suwen was shivering from the cold and urged her to get in the car: "It's the same to put on makeup in the car."

Her eyes were terribly swollen, and she was trying to apply eyeshadow with a small round mirror, but neither blue nor purple looked right. Xiao Ai gave her some advice: "Go for smoky eyes, a big, dark blob, and no one will be able to tell your eyes are swollen."

Before the cotton swab could even reach the eye socket, there was a sudden stop, and a thick, dark streak of black eyeshadow was drawn directly onto the eyelid.

The driver saw it in the rearview mirror and turned around apologetically to her, saying, "Excuse me, there's a bicycle running a red light ahead."

"It's alright, you drive, we're in a hurry." It was her own fault for having to do her makeup in the car after oversleeping.

Speechless, Xiao Aite used makeup remover to wipe her face. She was unlucky to have such a clueless celebrity.

When they arrived at the airport, Suwen had applied makeup, which made her look less pessimistic. With sunglasses and a hat covering her face, it was basically impossible to tell whether she was wearing makeup or not.

Despite the cold weather, the fans were exceptionally enthusiastic, unfurling banners outside the airport early in the morning. As soon as Suwen's van entered, they shouted, "Nie Suwen, your fans will always support you!"

Someone jokingly shouted, "Rice cake, rice cake, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!"

As soon as he finished shouting, a burst of laughter erupted from the sidelines.

Suwen had to slow down, take off her sunglasses, and wave and smile at them one by one. The moment she took off her sunglasses, countless flashes went off at once, as fans rushed to capture the closest moment with their idol.

Along the way, Suwen's hands were already stuffed with all sorts of cards, envelopes, and gift bags. One daring fan even threw a scarf at her.

Fortunately, Suwen reacted quickly and hooked her arm around the fan's neck, avoiding an embarrassing situation. She smiled and said, "It's already below zero in Korea. I know you're worried about me being cold. But you can't do this dangerous thing again."

The fans below applauded enthusiastically. When it was time to enter the gate, Suwen turned around, bowed deeply to the fans, and then stepped inside the yellow line.

Once inside the departure hall, the entire film crew had arrived. Xue Shaofeng, who arrived after her, wasn't in much better shape; he was surrounded by fans and almost missed his flight, carrying bags and bags of gifts that even his assistant could barely carry.

Director Wei joked with them, "When we were young, stars didn't get such good treatment, did they, Mr. Chen?"

"That's right. When I won the Hundred Flowers Award, at most people would just send me flowers."

“Teacher Chen, you are an artist, so of course we should give artists beautiful things,” Suwen replied with a smile as she opened the fan’s letter.

The flight wasn't long, and she passed the time by reading fan mail. She also took photos of all the other food and household items she received and posted them on her official fan club website. This let her fans know that the gifts weren't just sent and forgotten, and that the rice cakes were being used and cherished.

Of course, Xiao Ai and other staff members are handling all of this, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Sometimes when she's bored, she'll put on an alias and lurk on her official website forum. Every time she attends an event, attentive fans will take photos on the spot and post them on the forum. If she wears clothes given to her by a fan club or wears a certain accessory, everyone will be overjoyed and discuss it for a long time.

It's just a small act of kindness that makes her fans happy, and she feels warm and touched when she receives the gift. It's a win-win situation, so why wouldn't the management company take good care of it?

On the night of the awards ceremony, when the film "[Film Title]" appeared among the nominated films, the audience erupted in applause. So when it was later announced that they had won the Best Film award, Suwen was not surprised.

The camera focused on the seating area of ​​the film crew. Suwen clapped enthusiastically, intending to sit quietly behind Teacher Chen and just watch the show. Unexpectedly, Director Wei stood up, bowed to thank everyone for their applause, then turned around to hug the male lead, Xue Shaofeng, before turning back to Suwen.

At this point, she naturally had to stand up, and the stage lights shone on them. Then, Director Wei actually took Xue Shaofeng by the left hand and Suwen by the right, trying to pull her onto the stage.