Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 71 - The Livestream Chat Exploded

August 29, 2025 Oyen 0 Comments

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Chapter 71: The Livestream Chat Exploded

 

On Christmas night, after being spotted, Chen Die and Wen Liang bolted out of the stadium like a pair of fugitive lovers. They ran all the way to a small storage shed behind the stadium before finally shaking off the fans chasing them.

 

The two stood face-to-face in the pitch-black shed, laughing breathlessly after a few seconds.

 

That night, the incident made big news and quickly trended online.

 

It was their first public appearance since the high-profile proposal on the awards stage, and people were already extremely curious about them.

 

However, many fans also condemned the behavior online, calling for others not to chase celebrities in public or pry too deeply into Chen Die’s privacy.

 

The next day, Chen Die specifically messaged Li Cong and Lin Qingye to apologize for her sudden appearance, interrupting the music festival.

 

They were both pretty laid-back. The music festival had been organized just for fun, and they even thought it was amusing to see the couple being chased around.

 

The pimple on Chen Die’s face had been stubborn for two days, but by the third day it was completely gone. Her skin didn’t tend to leave marks.

 

On the third morning, the two went to register their marriage.

 

The civil affairs office was crowded. The two had anticipated being recognized, so Chen Die didn’t bother with a hat or mask—she didn’t want to ruin her makeup or hairstyle.

 

Fortunately, after the recent stadium incident, the fans’ appeal to “not chase people and respect privacy” had worked well. Although many people were filming them with their phones, they didn’t surround them like they were zoo animals.

 

Chen Die hadn’t expected so many people to be registering for marriage that day.

 

They waited in line until nearly noon and still hadn’t been called.

 

Chen Die didn’t have work that day, but Wen Liang was swamped. After waiting an hour, he was constantly getting phone calls about various projects.

 

A call from Zhu Qicong lasted right up until it was their turn.

 

As they entered the room, Chen Die glanced at him sideways and said sarcastically, “Mr. Wen, you're so busy but still squeezed in time to get a marriage certificate—how admirable.”

 

Wen Liang chuckled and reached out to press her neck gently. “Who was the one who didn’t want to come get married because of a pimple? I already handled all my work, but we had to wait until your pimple was gone. And now you’re blaming me?”

 

Chen Die knew she was in the wrong, and with the way he’d been talking today, she couldn’t win. She just made a few noises in protest and didn’t want to talk anymore.

 

Every other couple outside looked so in love!

 

Why were they the only ones acting like this—grabbing each other by the neck?

 

So when they sat down in front of the clerk, their demeanor and aura were completely different from a typical couple.

 

Chen Die didn’t want to talk to Wen Liang, and Wen Liang naturally had a defiant face. When he wasn’t smiling, he looked especially difficult to approach.

 

The clerk wore reading glasses perched low on her nose. She looked up at them.

 

The clerk probably never followed any news in the entertainment industry, nor knew them. She looked at them and joked. “Having a fight?”

 

Chen Die: “…”

 

“Marriage is all about bickering your way through life. But it’s rare to see couples still arguing on the day they get their certificate.”

 

She glanced at Wen Liang’s suit and, for some reason, assumed the moody one was Chen Die.

 

She added, “Such a good-looking husband—better cherish him.”

 

Chen Die: “?”

 

Ever since the proposal, it had always been fans urging Wen Liang to cherish her. This was the first time she’d heard the roles reversed.

 

She turned to look at Wen Liang. He lowered his gaze and gave a small laugh, teasing her, “Did you hear that?”

 

“......”

 

This man really doesn’t miss a chance to show off.

 

When the photo was finally taken and they received the marriage certificate, Chen Die nervously opened it to check the picture.

 

It was a photo with a red background. Both were dressed in standard white shirts, and the result was surprisingly good. Even Wen Liang, who usually had a stern face, looked a bit gentle in the photo.

 

Holding the two little red booklets, Chen Die turned her head to look at Wen Liang.

 

He stood by the window. The sunlight cast a grid of shadows across his face through the panes. He looked calm, but there was a subtle smile in his eyes—soft and strangely tender.

 

Chen Die felt her heart stir. She looked at him for a while until he turned his head and caught her staring. She blinked and said, “I heard that men soften a lot after getting married.”

 

Wen Liang looked down and smiled gently.

 

An indescribable tenderness.

 

They got in the car.

 

Wen Liang didn’t start it right away. Instead, he rolled down his window and asked, “Mind if I smoke?”

 

Chen Die thought, you never asked before, but nodded. “Go ahead.”

 

He lit a cigarette, resting his arm on the window frame, the ember facing outward. The pale smoke drifted into the air, and even in summer, the little flame looked unusually intense.

 

He exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at the two marriage booklets on Chen Die’s lap—she was holding up her phone to take pictures.

 

Wen Liang reached over and casually took one of the booklets to have a look.

 

Just as Chen Die pressed the shutter, Wen Liang’s hand reached over, ruining the shot. She frowned and looked up at him, only to see him lazily flicking ash from his cigarette.

 

She couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Be careful, will you? You just got the marriage certificate, don’t go and burn it already.”

 

Wen Liang scoffed at her, “You’re such a coward.” 

 

“......”

 

Wen Liang opened the marriage certificate with one hand and looked at it carefully, seeming lost in thought. After a while, he suddenly laughed and called out to her, “Lingling.”

 

Her heart calmed. “Hmm?”

 

“You’re mine now,” Wen Liang said.

 

He shook the little red book in his hand, showing off like it was a trophy.

 

After leaving the civil affairs bureau, they went straight to Wenyuan Group.

 

Chen Die went with him, and as soon as they entered the company, they were the center of attention. This time, though, people weren’t just sneaking glances—they greeted her openly with “Madam,” very appropriately.

 

Chen Die was absolutely delighted by the “Madam” greetings and followed Wen Liang up to the top-floor executive office.

 

While in the car earlier, she had posted a picture of the marriage certificate on her WeChat Moments. Now there were tons of comments and likes, all congratulating her and Wen Liang.

 

Meanwhile, Wen Liang had already thrown himself back into work, as if the time spent getting the certificate had seriously disrupted his schedule. Zhu Qicong came in several times to deliver documents and give reports.

 

Chen Die watched him for a bit, bored, and decided to open Weibo.

 

Photos from the civil affairs bureau had already started appearing online, so there was nothing to hide.

 

She posted the marriage certificate on Weibo, too.

 

Not sure what caption to write, she just added a little red heart emoji.

 

Almost immediately, fans who had been waiting on Weibo rushed to like, repost, and comment.

 

[Aaaaaaaah!! Congrats on your marriage, Sister Die!!]

 

[Wuwuwu my Sister Die!!]

 

[Even though we all love Mr. Wen, I still have to say! He must have done some serious good in a past life to marry someone like our Sister Die—fair-skinned, beautiful, kind, and super talented!!]

 

……

These overly enthusiastic compliments from fans were honestly quite satisfying to read. Chen Die was scrolling for a while when she suddenly noticed a comment that had been quickly pushed to the top.

 

Wenyuan Group official account: Hello, Madam [Love]

 

And it was a reposted comment, too.

 

Chen Die stared at that comment for a while, then looked at Wen Liang, who was at his desk signing documents.

 

Previously, when the company’s official account had posted about her, she assumed Wen Liang had approved it first. But now—

 

Clearly, no one had come in to report anything to him.

 

So the admin of the company’s official account had free rein to pop up in her comments?

 

Then what about all the previous posts...?

 

Over an hour later, Wen Liang finally finished his work and looked up to see Chen Die staring at him from the couch.

 

He walked over, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her. “You mad?”

 

Chen Die lifted her eyes and showed him the comment from the company account. “Mr. Wen, who runs your company’s official account?”

 

He glanced at the Weibo post and chuckled, “That was a pretty good reply.”

 

“I used to think all those flirty posts were your orders. Turns out it was just them posting on their own—and even helping you chase your wife?”

 

“The previous ones were approved by me,” Wen Liang said casually, planting kisses on her lips while his hand snaked around her waist, squeezing and caressing. “If they can’t even say ‘Madam,’ what’s the point of keeping them?”

 

Chen Die: “……”

 

Wen Liang always got handsy when he got close—possessive and invasive.

 

Just a moment ago, she had the upper hand, and in less than thirty seconds, Wen Liang had her completely under his control.

 

This man had no shame. Even in broad daylight, he was bold and righteous about it, laying on top of her and playfully biting her collarbone.

 

Chen Die slapped his back, but he wouldn’t get off.

 

“Did you lock the door?” she asked.

 

“No.”

 

She immediately pushed him in alarm. Wen Liang locked her legs with his and held her wrists down, laughing as his chest vibrated. After a moment, he soothed her, “I locked it.”

 

Chen Die was so annoyed with him. She tried to kick him but missed.

 

After a bit more struggling, she was tired. She just let him lay on her, finding a comfortable position on the couch.

 

“You know,” she suddenly said, “this feels like a newlywed couple reuniting after a long time apart.”

 

Wen Liang replied, “We are newlyweds.”

 

“But it doesn’t feel like anything’s really changed. It’s just one more certificate,” Chen Die thought for a moment, then added, “Maybe things will feel different when we have a kid?”

 

Wen Liang paused, looked up, his gaze deepening, and his Adam’s apple moved sharply: “A kid?”

 

Chen Die stopped mid-sentence: “No… I didn’t mean right now. I just meant, in the future we definitely will have one, right? Don’t you like kids?”

 

“I didn’t before,” Wen Liang curled his lips slightly, “But if it’s ours, then… not bad.”

 

“What do you mean not bad? Don’t flatter yourself. Who said I’d have one with you!” Chen Die instantly took it back.

 

But Wen Liang wasn’t listening to her anymore. Since the door was locked and work was done, he wasted no time being indecent in broad daylight.

 

By the time they left the company, it was already dark. Most assistants outside the executive office had left for the day, and no one had gone in for the past two hours.

 

Since calling her “Madam” was now basic etiquette, then not disturbing the chairman and his wife behind closed doors must also be part of the unwritten office rules.

 

This was not something to think about deeply. The more you thought, the more you’d want to strangle Wen Liang.

 

By now, the entire company had basically clocked out. Wen Liang wiped the stains off the sofa and floor with tissues and tossed the crumpled wad into the trash.

 

Chen Die watched coldly from the side, falling into deep thought—on the very day they got their marriage certificate.

 

Fortunately, Wen Liang showed a bit of restraint. Once they got home that night, he didn’t push things further. He stayed up late reviewing a project proposal, while Chen Die, exhausted, fell asleep early.

 

The next morning, when Chen Die woke up, Wen Liang was still asleep.

 

After a quick wash, she headed downstairs planning to do some shaping yoga, when the doorbell rang.

 

Chen Die couldn’t imagine who would come to the western suburb villa this early. Thinking it was Aunt Zhang, she shuffled over in slippers without any caution.

 

“......”

 

Huh???

 

At the door stood a man and a woman, the man holding a selfie stick with a tablet clipped at the top.

 

Then the woman cheerfully called out, “Alright! We’re now at the home of Baihua International Film Festival’s Best Actress winner, Miss Chen Die! Thanks for waiting, everyone!”

 

At that moment, Chen Die realized—

 

After the Baihua International Film Festival’s awards ceremony, they always did a surprise livestream segment of the winners’ daily lives as a year-end special. So when invited actors filled out personal info forms, they had to include their home address.

 

Chen Die was very close to Ye Chuqing, so Ye Chuqing had filled out the form for her and confirmed it before submitting. 

 

As a result, Chen Die had completely forgotten this annual tradition.

 

Until now.

 

She froze for two seconds before hurriedly inviting the two inside.

 

The female host beamed, “We know a lot of fans adore Miss Chen Die, so now please say hi to everyone watching the livestream!”

 

Chen Die was only thinking about what would happen when Wen Liang woke up and came downstairs—hopefully not in a robe...

 

Her last shred of composure helped her smile at the camera and say, “Hello, everyone. I’m Chen Die.”

 

Host: “Ah, and we should also say—congratulations on your marriage!”

 

“…Thank you.”

 

“Everyone loves you and your husband. Is he home right now?” the host asked.

 

Chen Die decided to act preemptively—head upstairs and get Wen Liang properly dressed and presentable, so he wouldn’t ruin the fans’ visual expectations.

 

Chen Die: “He’s still sleeping. I’ll go wake him up, please wait a moment.”

 

She stood and headed upstairs.

 

Only… why was the cameraman following?

 

Chen Die reluctantly opened the bedroom door just a crack, slipped in, and could still hear the host outside whispering dramatically to the camera: “We’re now at the door of the Best Actress’s newlywed bedroom! So exciting!”

 

“......”

 

Thankfully, the cameraman stayed outside. Through the narrow gap, all they could film was the blanket—Wen Liang’s face remained out of view.

 

Chen Die sat at the edge of the bed, completely blocking the camera’s line of sight.

 

“Wen Liang.”

 

At the sound of her voice, Wen Liang’s brows furrowed ever so slightly in his sleep.

 

She sensed trouble. Sure enough, the next second, Wen Liang reached out from under the blanket, grabbed her arm, and yanked her into his embrace. His voice was hoarse: “I let you rest last night and now you’re up early to torment me?”

 

Chen Die: “……”

 

Female Host: “……”

 

Cameraman: “……”

 

The livestream exploded.

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