The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Su Wen smiled as expected and led the applause. Given the huge controversy, she should be content with receiving a newcomer award.

Before the award-winning actress could even go up, Xiao Rong suddenly straightened the microphone and said, "Su Su, my darling, you're still young. We'll come back another time."

There was an uproar.

Fortunately, the cameraman didn't specifically turn the lens towards her, otherwise she would have wanted to disappear into a hole! The cameraman was probably also torn at this moment, wondering whether to follow the usual practice of pointing the lens at the winner, or to capture some gossip.

Su Wen was supposed to walk the red carpet with Xiao Rong tonight, so his intimate "Su Su baby" will surely make outsiders think about their relationship. Is this what they call a public declaration of love?

Looking at the female lead on stage, she showed no reaction whatsoever. She smiled, accepted the trophy, clapped, bowed, and gave her acceptance speech, as if nothing had happened. This made things even more complicated!

Even though this is the highly anticipated Best Actress award, people's attention has shifted from who won to the secretive and exciting romance within a wealthy family!

Xue Shaofeng, standing beside her, also turned to look at her in surprise. Xiao Ai was almost dumbfounded. Wasn't it Young Master Lu? How come there's another Young Master Xiao?

Realizing what was happening, I instinctively called Ye Zi to tell her that there would be a press conference and interviews after the awards ceremony, and reporters would swarm in. I needed to ask Ye Zi how she should handle all the questions.

When Suwen arrived at the interview area, before she could even stand still, a row of microphones were thrust out at her, all asking questions about Xiao Rong's "Susu baby".

Suwen kept a straight face and remained silent, even the photos of her were taken of her looking tense. Xiao Ai did everything she could to shield her, thankfully this was still inside the venue, and those who could enter were all legitimate media with relevant press credentials. Once they left the venue, that would be a real headache, all sorts of paparazzi and tabloids would swarm over, taking photos openly and secretly, using methods that were impossible to guard against.

On the other hand, Xiao Rong emerged, still exuding the air of a refined and elegant gentleman. Facing the reporter's microphone, he maintained a proper smile and asked, "Is there a problem?"

The reporters were taken aback: "So you often address Miss Nie Suwen like that?"

“Ms. Nie is a qualified and good actress, and we are friends in private. I think it’s perfectly fine to address her like that.” He answered matter-of-factly. Suwen, who was looking in their direction, turned away immediately upon hearing this, determined not to give the reporter another chance to pester her.

Is this an explanation? It's only making things worse! The word "friend" is really subtle, and sure enough, a reporter has already seized on this point and asked: "Just ordinary friends?"

Xiao Rong's smile was enigmatic.

After the interview, Xiao Ai considerately brought her a glass of warm milk. Female celebrities often skip dinner before walking the red carpet to look their best, some even starting their diet the night before. Xiao Ai knew her stomach was empty and that eating suddenly would irritate it, so she offered her a glass of milk to tide her over.

Suwen gratefully accepted the cup, but as soon as she put it to her lips, the strong milky smell made her instinctively turn pale. She quickly put down the cup, walked to the side, and covered her mouth to suppress the nausea.

Xiao Ai was startled and quickly went over to pat her back to help her catch her breath, asking, "What's wrong?"

Suwen simply covered her mouth and remained silent. Her face, covered in foundation, appeared a muddy gray, making her look pale.

After a while, she straightened up, shook her head and said, "I guess I've been hungry for too long, my stomach is churning. Could you please get me a glass of plain water?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ai took the cup and poured water for her.

Suwen leaned against the wall to ease the spasms in her stomach. When she looked up, she saw Xiao Rong standing not far away, watching her.

Wasn't this guy just calmly giving a reporter interview? How come he's backstage in the blink of an eye?

Xiao Rong leaned against the door frame, his slender figure swaying. He blinked his peach blossom eyes and glanced at her sideways, exuding a charming and flirtatious air.

"I thought you were leaving already. Why didn't you wait for me?"

A reporter who had sneaked backstage was discovered by security. Despite struggling, he still managed to raise his camera and snap photos. Xiao Rong heard the noise and turned around to wave to the reporter, seemingly without any concern whatsoever.

Su Wen was truly defeated by him: "Young Master Xiao, my job is just to walk the red carpet with you. As for what I do after the job is over and who I'm with, it seems you have no right to ask, right?"

Suwen finished speaking and left.

Xiao Rong shrugged behind her, seemingly unconcerned by her coldness. Following her out was Xiao Yuan, who had been hiding around the corner.

Security guards patrolled the perimeter of the conference, and the reporters, though reluctant, were dispersed. Suwen's journey from the venue to the parking lot was relatively smooth, except that after the nanny van made its way down the road, several other vehicles followed them to their hotel.

As expected, the reporters who hadn't been able to conduct interviews after the ceremony all camped out outside the hotel. The security here was nothing like the professional security at the main event; as soon as Suwen got out of the car, she was surrounded by a swarm of cameras and microphones.

Besides the driver, only Suwen and Xiao Ai were in the car. The hotel security guards seemed powerless to help. Suwen changed into casual clothes, put on sunglasses, and pulled her hood tighter, walking quickly with Xiao Ai clearing the way. However, the reporters reacted quickly and soon blocked their path.

Finally, fed up, Suwen had no choice but to stop and issue a public statement: "Although I am an artist under Mr. Xiao's company, I have never had any contact with him. Please stop asking questions that are completely unfounded."

She had booked a flight to Beijing for tonight, and after returning to her hotel to pack, she was heading to the airport. It was already 9:55 PM, and she didn't want to miss her flight because of these reporters. The consequences of being stranded in Taipei were predictable.

But the reporters, having finally caught her speaking out, naturally wanted to dig up more gossip and were even less willing to let her get on the bus.

"Miss Nie, Miss Nie, you've unilaterally severed ties with Young Master Xiao. Aren't you afraid of upsetting him? He just said you were friends. What kind of friends are you?"

Su Wen glanced at her watch, her expression already quite unpleasant: "I've already said I have nothing to do with him. I know nothing about Young Master Xiao's affairs. If you have any questions, please ask him directly. Thank you."

Her patience had run out, and with a sullen face, she walked in with her head down. The dozens of Taiwanese media outlets were quite a force to be reckoned with, blocking her path. Xiao Ai tried to clear a way for her, but unfortunately, she wasn't much taller than Su Wen, and by the end, she was being overwhelmed by the reporters' long lenses and microphones: "We've heard that some government officials from the mainland have also watched Ms. Nie's film. Have Mr. Xiao's parents seen your film? What are their comments on your performance? Could this be related to your previous blacklisting?"

Upon hearing this, Suwen's heart skipped a beat, and she paused involuntarily. But she didn't even raise her head, and quickened her pace to break through the crowd.

As we walked, we heard Xiao Ai's voice, strained with exhaustion: "Excuse me, fellow media friends! Please make way!"

The reporters not only wouldn't let her pass, but they practically shoved their microphones right under Suwen's nose. Suwen impatiently waved them away, and immediately heard a "thud." As she felt a dark shadow pressing down on her, Suwen reflexively covered her forehead—

A dull ache was throbbing in my forehead, but thankfully I had sunglasses to cover it up, otherwise I would have "lost face in public".

A camera, seemingly from somewhere, slammed into her forehead. The pain was real, but with so many eyes watching, she couldn't show it too badly. Su Wen immediately stumbled, swaying backward. Just as she leaned back, someone caught her waist, preventing her from falling.

With her forehead half covered, Suwen peered through her fingers and could only vaguely see people's heads. She couldn't see anything clearly, but she felt a hand supporting her lower back tightly around her waist, while the other hand reached forward to protect her head and face, leading her forward with large strides.

Like an eagle protecting its young, Suwen, protected by her thick wings, didn't have time to see how the reporters were brutally dispersed. It wasn't until she entered the hotel lobby that the noisy background noise finally faded away, and the man's hand finally released her.

She slowly raised her head, looking at Xiao Rong in front of her with confusion and bewilderment.

In contrast to her murderous expression, Xiao Rong simply smiled and said, "These days, even mainstream media outlets have lost all integrity, just like tabloids."

After hearing this, Suwen instinctively turned around and looked back again.

Outside the hotel's revolving doors, a row of tall, armed security guards stood like a mountain, completely blocking the entrance. Meanwhile, the "dedicated" reporters continued snapping photos at the glass doors, as if the mere sight of Su Wen and Xiao Rong standing together was enough to make for a major exclusive and headline story.

Suwen was about to tell Xiao Rong to hurry upstairs when Xiao Rong spoke first: "Let's go upstairs. If we stand here any longer, we probably won't be able to fill the entire page tomorrow."

Suwen nodded and strode straight into the depths of the hall.

Back in her hotel room, she suddenly remembered that Xiao Ai had been left outside and was probably still being harassed by reporters. A wave of self-reproach washed over her. Just as she stood up to go back and find Xiao Ai, there was a knock at the door.

Suwen opened the latch, but instead of Xiao Ai, she saw Xiao Rong, with whom she had just parted ways at the elevator.

"Young Master Xiao, what brings you here so late?"

The moment she saw Xiao Rong, she instinctively became wary.

Even Xiao Rong noticed it. He glanced casually at her packed suitcase in her room, smiled, and said, "Why do you always act like a hedgehog whenever you see me, always sticking out all your steel thorns?"

Suwen thought to himself: That's because you always do things that make people have to be on guard.

She tried to walk around Xiao Rong, but Xiao Rong pressed her shoulder down.