The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

He turned her head to stop her self-harm, and said succinctly, "Close your eyes, take a nap, and hope that your fever will be gone when you wake up."

It seems like this is the only way.

After returning from the hospital, Lu Zheng helped her check her temperature again; it was 38.7 degrees Celsius, still quite high. Even so, she was still eager to go back to the company.

He pushed her back onto the bed: "Behave yourself, and I'll put in a good word for you at the company."

After pulling the blanket over him, Suwen was still worried and grabbed his hand, saying, "Remember to apologize to Brother Feng for me. Also, set an alarm for me; I absolutely can't miss the rehearsal this afternoon..."

"Okay, go to sleep. I'll wake you up later." He shut her up and tucked her in.

"You must wake me up," she emphasized before falling asleep.

The moment I closed my eyes, I immediately fell into a deep sleep. I tossed and turned, sweating profusely, muttering to myself as if I were talking in my sleep.

Lu Zheng watched her from the side, occasionally using a damp towel to wipe her sweat.

She was covered in sweat, her hair was wet and stuck to her face. Lu Zheng leaned over to help her brush it away, but she suddenly pushed him away with her arm. He could hear her teeth grinding together, as if she had a deep grudge against him.

Lu Zheng chuckled. What is this girl saying? She's putting in so much effort even in her dreams.

"I will definitely win the championship..." she murmured, biting her lip.

The hand wiping her sweat trembled slightly, then slowly moved from her cheek to her lips, the fingertips gently caressing them. Suwen slowly loosened her tightly clenched lower lip, where two pale teeth marks were now visible.

He slowly leaned down, his lips meeting hers, a light, lingering touch, his palm lovingly stroking her trembling eyelashes. She wasn't sleeping soundly, constantly murmuring to herself, mostly about competitions and championships.

Lu Zheng pulled away from her lips, his eyes filled with a mixture of doting and helplessness: "Do you really want the championship that badly?"

The sleeping person turned to their side, facing away from him.

He straightened the blankets that she had kicked out in her sleep, got up, picked up his car keys, and went out.

The rehearsal scene for the final live broadcast.

"What's going on? Wasn't the rehearsal scheduled for 2 PM? Where's contestant Nie Suwen? Has no one called her? Does she even want to compete anymore?!" After coordinating the overall situation, the on-site director suddenly realized that one of the most important contestants was missing, and he was furious.

The assistant whispered, "I called, but no one answered..."

"If you don't come back, you'll be disqualified!" the director snapped, then turned and left.

Rehearsals continued one after another. Yuan Yuquan and the new girl group Showgirls worked well together, and their dazzling group dance was eye-catching. The duet between another top three contestant and female singer Anny was also unique. Backstage, Xue Shaofeng was alone in an area that formed a frozen low-pressure zone: Good girl, you even dare to leave my pigeons!

At five o'clock, the rehearsal ended, and the staff began to do the final adjustments to the lighting and sound. The director was explaining the choreography to the two contestants and their backup dancers in detail.

After learning that Nie Suwen had skipped the competition without cause, the organizers convened an emergency meeting with the organizing committee and the three judges to discuss the matter.

"If we disqualify Nie Suwen from the competition, then we will have to hold a press conference immediately to announce this news to the media. What do you all think?" The organizing committee director looked around.

Wei Guang had always admired Nie Suwen, and couldn't help but shake his head: "This girl, can't she call to let me know if something's wrong?"

Another judge also said, "I have no objection."

Everyone turned their attention to Xue Shaofeng, who was engrossed in playing on his phone, his thumb clicking the slider back and forth.

At that moment, a commotion broke out outside the conference room.

"Young Master Xiao, Young Master Lu—"

The man strode in, his assistant greeting him. The organizing committee members all stood up.

After all, Huayi Brothers is one of the sponsors of this competition, and the names of Xiao Shao and Lu Shao are often seen in the news, even if they are not in the entertainment industry.

Lu Zheng walked to the conference table and announced to everyone: "In addition to the previously announced champion's prize for tonight's final, Huayi Brothers will sponsor another contract to reward the most popular contestant. As for the contents of the contract, please allow me to keep it a secret for now, but I can guarantee that it will bring a surprise to everyone during tonight's awards ceremony."

The more generous the prizes, the more attention the competition attracts, which the organizers are naturally very happy to do.

"However, contestant Nie Suwen..."

"I hope all players have a fair chance to compete. This contract will only be given to players who are worthy," Lu Zheng announced calmly.

The organizing committee looked troubled. After all, Nie Suwen had always been the most popular contestant, and their unexcused absence from the competition was a difficult situation for them to handle.

"How about this: if Nie Suwen hasn't arrived by the official start of the competition, then we'll disqualify her. As for the program content, we'll have guest performances take her place," Xiao Rong suggested, trying to smooth things over.

"That's the only way."

Sponsors are the ones who pay the money, so their words carry considerable weight.

As everyone dispersed, Xue Shaofeng deliberately lingered a few steps and pulled aside a stagehand: "If Nie Suwen comes later, could you please explain the key points of this afternoon's rehearsal to her clearly?" Performing on stage was just one part; he would spend most of his time as a judge on stage and wouldn't have time to guide her backstage.

Since the Heavenly King himself had spoken, the stagehands dared not be careless and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

My head feels so heavy... What time is it?

Su Wen had been sleeping soundly, and when she got up, the sky outside the window was completely dark. Could it be? How many hours had she slept? Didn't Lu Zheng say he would wake her?

She stared at the empty bedroom: "Lu Zheng? Lu Zheng..."

The only answer she received was her own echo.

She suddenly jumped out of bed and searched for her phone in her clothes. It was 5:10...

Dozens of missed calls had left her phone with only one bar of battery. Her head was buzzing, and just as she was about to call Lu Zheng to question him, her phone vibrated again.

"Brother Feng..." Her voice was weak because she felt guilty.

After calling dozens of times, Xue Shaofeng hadn't expected her to answer, so the sudden reply surprised even him. He was seething with anger, but couldn't vent it. He simply told her seriously, "Where are you? If you don't come to the event soon, you'll be disqualified. I'll have Xiao Jia come pick you up and do your hair and makeup while she's at it."

Upon hearing this, Suwen didn't bother to explain and directly gave him Lu Zheng's home address.

Upon hearing this, Xue Shaofeng realized the place was in the east and west of the city, a distance of eight hundred feet from where he had taken her home the previous night. Sometimes he really couldn't understand this girl. How could she be late for such an important final? And why did she have to give him a vague answer about her home address? Was he the only one who treated her like family, while she always treated him like an outsider and kept her on guard?

After hanging up the phone, Suwen rushed into the bathroom, quickly tidied herself up, grabbed her bag, and left. She thought to herself: Men are so unreliable; that damned Lu Zheng has nowhere to be found!

Xue Shaofeng's people are incredibly efficient. As soon as she went downstairs and left the old-style residential buildings, the nanny van was already parked nearby. Looking at the license plate, Su Wen recognized it as the one assigned to Xue Shaofeng by the company.

I only found out after consulting with someone at the company that Xiao Jia wasn't Xue Shaofeng's assistant, but his personal stylist. For artists like them, unless they've reached the top tier of stardom, it's rare to have their own personal stylist. Most of the time, the company sends someone for events, and those are stylists shared by dozens of artists—how can it be the same?

Xiao Jia is quite well-known in the fashion industry, having styled many female celebrities on the red carpet, and he's a regular guest on a women's makeup and beauty program. So, Xue Shaofeng lending him out is quite generous. This time, she owes him a huge favor again.

Of course, she didn't expect that this would later become the breakthrough point for the scandal. At that time, she only heard Xiao Jia yell at her in the car: "I really give up on you, how can you have enough time to do your makeup!"

Once in the car, she realized how thoughtful they were. Knowing she wouldn't have time to try on every outfit, Xiao Jia had picked out several and brought them to the car. She had greeted Xiao Jia at the company beforehand, and Xiao Jia basically remembered her figure and knew what styles suited her.

Seeing Suwen's pale face, Xiaojia almost wanted to throw her out of the car. She quickly cleaned her face, applied a face mask, and then took out her clothes one by one to compare against her body.

Suwen was quite decisive: "You make the decision for me, whichever one matches Brother Feng's will do."

Finally, Xiao Jia picked out a silver-red bodycon mini dress for her, alluring and youthful, like a fiery elf. After all, she was already a "reverse-generation girl" with a youthful face and a weathered voice, so dressing younger was fine. Her hair was braided and pinned to the side, adorned with a delicate poppy; there was no need for heavy gemstone jewelry, which only enhanced her fresh and innocent look.

Suwen jumped out of the car, lifting her skirt, and rushed into the live broadcast venue. The stagehands, having heard the news, came to her and led her into the backstage waiting room, explaining the key points of the afternoon's rehearsal and how to position herself.

Of course, everyone was amazed when they saw her outfit.

All the other contestants were ready, excitedly and nervously awaiting the start of the show. In the dressing room, the assistant began clearing the area, and everyone made way, leaving only Xiao Jia applying makeup to Su Wen.

Such a grand display is both enviable and arouses jealousy in a newcomer.

She wore light makeup, with a thin layer of powder and a touch of eyebrow powder, creating a fresh and elegant look that revealed meticulous attention to detail. Xiao Jia said smugly, "These young girls nowadays try to look mature as soon as they go on stage, making themselves look several years older. You're just fine like this; the audience likes your youth."

Someone knocked on the door of the dressing room.

The staff recognized him as Assistant Xu, who was with the sponsor, so they didn't stop him. He leaned out of the door and said, "Which one of you is Miss Nie? Young Master Lu would like to see you."