After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows-Chapter 4: It’s Not Her

Imperial City's International Airport.

Three people emerged from the VIP passage.

After nearly a day and night of flying, all three wore traces of weariness on their faces.

The man leading them was in a dark gray suit, silver-framed glasses perched on his prominent nose, concealing his deep eyes. His thin lips were lightly pressed, exposing a perfect jawline, with an air of elegance and refinement harmoniously coexisting in him.

Even with a hint of fatigue on his face, he still drew numerous admiring glances from those around.

Yet, because of his aloof and distant aura, many girls who had mustered the courage to ask for his contact information eventually hesitated, settling instead to silently watch this stunning figure depart.

Assistant He followed closely behind his boss, holding a newly powered-on phone, his face full of hesitation.

As an all-around assistant, he had to be thoroughly considerate in work matters and well-informed about his boss's personal affairs.

However, as soon as he powered on his phone, an entertainment news alert popped up. Intending to swipe it away, he opened it instead due to the familiarity of the name.

Then he saw the news that his nominal boss's wife was injured and hospitalized.

He referred to her as nominal because he truly didn't know how to evaluate the relationship between his boss and his boss's wife.

They officially had a marriage certificate, but they neither held a wedding nor lived together. His boss's approach seemed purely to give an explanation to the elders at home.

What he couldn't understand was that the Imperial City was never short of wealthy ladies and socialites. If his boss so desired, women from military, political, and business circles would compete to become Mrs. Shen.

Yet, his boss chose a different path, seeking out a small celebrity in the entertainment industry whose only merit was her looks.

Furthermore, he had never seen his boss show any concern for this nominal wife, leaving him unsure whether he should report the news.

"Just speak up if there's something to say."

Shen Yunqing didn't turn back. Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, he could guess his assistant's state of mind, so he slowed his pace slightly and tilted his head slightly as a gesture to listen.

Taking a step forward, Assistant He cleared his mind of stray thoughts and quickly reported, "Boss, I just saw an entertainment news update. It says that the Missus is injured and hospitalized."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly empty.

Looking up, he saw his phone had been transferred to the hand, adorned with a discreet watch, of his boss, who was now staring at the phone screen with a slight frown.

"Change route, don't go back to Xiyuan. Let's head to the hospital first."

The Imperial City Third Hospital.

Outside the hospital room corridor, noise erupted, followed by a sudden quiet.

Lu Zhengzheng, playing a game on her phone with the sound off, sensed something strange and looked up toward the ward door. Thinking for a moment, she stood up, walked over, and pulled the door open to see what was happening in the corridor.

Just as Shen Yunqing was about to knock, he paused, lowering his eyes to meet the rounded eyes of the young girl in front of him.

"Hello," Lu Zhengzheng couldn't help but swallow nervously before finding her voice, "Excuse me, sir, may I ask who you are looking for...?"

Before she could finish the words "who you are looking for," a hand reached over from the side and pulled her aside.

Lu Zhengzheng turned her head and saw Tong Yue looking cautious and reserved.

"Mr. Shen, Zhengzheng is Xixi's assistant. She just started a few months ago and is currently responsible for taking care of Xixi for me when I'm not around."

Shen Yunqing nodded politely, "Thank you both for your efforts."

"It's nothing really, you're being too kind. Please come in."

Lu Zhengzheng watched as the man who had just taken her breath away entered the room she had just exited. She then glanced nervously at the two equally imposing men in suits guarding the door, saying softly, "Sister Tong, Sister Xixi just fell asleep."

"Let her sleep if she's asleep."

"But who was that gentleman just now...?" She was dying of curiosity!

Not facing Mr. Shen now, Tong Yue regained her usual confidence, "It's understandable you don't know. That gentleman is Xixi's husband."

"Husband?"

Lu Zhengzheng covered her mouth to keep from exclaiming so loudly everyone in the hallway would hear, "Sister Xixi is married?"

When it came to her own artist's marital status, even Tong Yue was baffled, "In any case, on the household registration, your Sister Xixi is listed as married. As for the rest, why she got married, and who exactly Mr. Shen is, you shouldn't dig too deep."

"Why not?"

Tong Yue spread her hands, somewhat helplessly, "Because I have no idea either."

Back then, Jiang Lingxi suddenly announced her marriage, a shock akin to a bolt from the blue for her.

Although she considered investigating her artist's spouse, she quickly realized that Jiang Lingxi seemed to be in a fake marriage. Apart from a marriage certificate and an accompanying property, that supposed husband seemed nonexistent.

After gathering some information through various channels about Mr. Shen, she speculated that there must be some hidden reasons behind this marriage.

How on earth could her little drama queen artist match up!

She could only admit this was only the second time she had seen Mr. Shen!

Every time, she was first captivated by his appearance, then, despite sensing his effort to restrain his aura, found herself inexplicably tense again.

Lu Zhengzheng: "....."

She couldn't help but reflect on all the bits and pieces from when she started working with Jiang Lingxi until now.

Being a personal assistant, she had access to Jiang Lingxi's residence, delivering food, clothes, and various items regularly. Sometimes, she'd even help clean or do laundry.

Yet, in the six months she had been there, she had never noticed a trace of a man in Sister Xixi's home.

In fact, Sister Xixi had never mentioned being married.

So, what kind of marriage was this exactly?

Looking toward the hospital door separating the room from the corridor, she wished she had X-ray vision to see how those two interacted.

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Opposite them, Assistant He found himself equally curious.

He had always assumed that his boss didn't care about his wife, given that they ignored each other's lives, indulged in their respective careers, and his boss, with the Shen family's current status in the industry, could have easily boosted his wife's entertainment career by simply uttering a few words.

But now, with his wife's injury, his boss diverted first to the hospital despite the travel weariness, which left him unsure.

So, what were this couple up to?

In truth, the hospital room was even quieter than they imagined.

In the tranquil environment, without the constant burden of national affairs, combined with the effect of medication, Jiang Lingxi slept more soundly than ever, utterly unaware of the change in the chair beside her bed.

Upon entering, Shen Yunqing found her asleep and made no effort to wake her, simply sitting there, quietly observing her slumbering face.

One slept soundly, the other watched intently, creating an oddly harmonious scene.

After a long while, Shen Yunqing slowly stood up, took off his glasses to rub his brow and alleviate fatigue, put them back on, stepped forward, and reached out intending to gently touch her cheek.

But when his fingers were just about a centimeter away from the bridge of her nose, he withdrew his hand.

Then he turned and left without hesitation.

No matter how similar she looked, she wasn't her!