Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 89 - Who is Your Wife?!
Chapter 89: Who is Your Wife?!
Before Ye ChuQing could react, the young idol beside her looked even more flustered, completely clueless about what the people in front of him were referring to.
But with one being an industry chairwoman and the other a film queen, it clearly wasn’t his place to step in and explain anything.
After a moment of silence, it was instead the voice beside him that broke it—Chen Shao’s voice: “Lu Yunchuan.”
The young idol finally found a way out of the awkward situation and quickly walked over to Chen Shao. “Mr. Chen.”
“You head up,” Chen Shao said, gesturing toward the elevator with a nod.
Lu Yunchuan nodded, gave a soft greeting to Chen Die, and hurried off to escape the minefield of drama.
While he got away, Ye Chuqing, thanks to Chen Shao’s meddling, found herself even deeper in a social disaster.
The ‘pursuing’ young idol had fled, while her secret husband stood there watching with an amused look, clearly not intending to help.
Even worse, the idol had been dismissed by that very secret husband.
“Eh, what happened? Why did he leave?” one of the fake friends asked in confusion.
Ye Chuqing had never been in such a situation in her life. Unable to handle it, she glanced at Chen Shao, silently begging for help.
And from her eyes, Chen Shao could practically read the words: What the hell are you waiting for? Help me, damn it!
So self-righteously bold.
Chen Shao chuckled, lazily lifted his arm around her shoulder with an intimate gesture, but spoke in a polite and composed tone: “What a coincidence. Chairwoman Ye came here to hang out with my sister, too?”
Ye Chuqing: “…”
What the hell is this guy trying to pull?!
But with so many people watching, Ye Chuqing could only glare at him while replying calmly, “Yes, Mr. Chen also came to have fun?”
He smiled. “I don’t have the leisure that Chairwoman Ye does. Just happened to finish work and ran into one of my artists heading here, so I gave him a ride. Didn’t expect to see Chairwoman Ye outside.”
He raised an eyebrow, giving her a teasing look. “From what I heard just now, is Chairwoman Ye interested in someone from my company?”
“......”
She could clearly see now—this man was retaliating.
Damn it, I’m even pregnant with your child right now! Can you be any pettier?!
Chen Shao continued leisurely, “It’s just that all of them have clear clauses in their contracts—no romantic relationships for the first few years after debut. I’m afraid Chairwoman Ye will be disappointed.”
Even Chen Die was baffled by their exchange, let alone the fake friends who didn’t know the truth.
Last time, when Chen Shao came to pick up a drunk Ye Chuqing, they looked so close, everyone thought he was pursuing her. But now, things had clearly gone off the rails. What happened?
A lover’s quarrel turned sour?
“Honestly, if Chairwoman Ye is really in need of a man, don’t go after someone in my company.” Chen Shao turned slightly to look at her and added with a sincere smile, “Why not pursue their boss instead?”
“......?”
Ye Chuqing stared at Chen Shao for a while.
By her picky standards, Chen Shao’s face wasn’t bad at all. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage—after all, no matter how tough life gets, you can’t let the child suffer. If the biological father was ugly, that’d be a real tragedy.
Growing up in a wealthy family like the Chens, he exuded an upper-class charm, though not in a stiff way—he had an air of laziness, a touch of casual arrogance.
The only problem was… every time he opened his mouth, she wanted to punch him.
Now he was clearly taking advantage of the situation, knowing she couldn’t explain the pregnancy in front of these people.
But Ye Chuqing, having worked in film for years, wasn’t exactly a novice. Even if she hadn’t acted herself, she’d seen enough to know how to play a part.
Chen Die, worried the bickering might affect Ye Chuqing’s pregnancy, was about to pull them away when Ye Chuqing suddenly wrapped her arms around Chen Shao’s waist and looked up at him with a flirtatious smile.
Her bright eyes and gleaming teeth made for a stunning sight—but that smile was full of mischief.
Chen Shao’s eyelid twitched. He had a bad feeling.
“Well then, Mr. Chen,” Ye Chuqing said sweetly, “if I really did pursue you, would you say yes?”
Chen Shao: “…”
“In that case, we’ll be off now.” Ye Chuqing said goodbye to Chen Die and the others, then leaned in close to whisper in Chen Shao’s ear, voice low and sultry like a siren, “Let’s go, Mr. Chen. Your place or mine?”
The two of them left, leaving everyone stunned.
Just like that… they left together?
Is it that easy to land a man these days?
Weren’t she and that young idol flirting earlier? And now she turned around and seduced his boss?
These women lived fairly dull lives—their days filled with talk of food, luxury brands, men, and gossip. In the end, most followed their families’ arrangements for marriage: a life of wealth, but boredom.
Which was exactly why they resented Ye Chuqing in secret.
Compared to most people in this circle, Ye Chuqing was far too different. She had always excelled in school, studied abroad at a prestigious university on a full scholarship, had a wide network of connections, and even her career could be called nothing short of promising.
But even so… just taking a man home with her on a whim? That was a bit much, wasn’t it?
And it was Chen Shao, no less.
Everyone had heard that Old Master Chen's will indicated he intended to pass the leadership of the entire Chen Group to Chen Shao—his future looked incredibly bright.
And now she just… slept with him like that?
The seemingly innocent and naive “plastic” sisters were all shocked. They didn’t know whether to be impressed by Ye Chuqing’s boldness or horrified by Chen Shao’s chaotic private life.
But they had never heard of Chen Shao being a playboy before?
Someone finally couldn’t help but ask Chen Die, “What’s your brother’s relationship with Chuqing?”
Chen Die: “......”
She had guessed Ye Chuqing’s plan, so without hesitation and with a calm face, she sold out her brother: “My brother’s liked her for a long time.”
Gasps all around. Even though it only made them more jealous of Ye Chuqing, the answer somehow still felt expected.
Night had fallen. Though spring had just begun, the air was still cold, and the sky was a dull gray—even the stars looked dim.
As they walked down the steps, they saw Wen Liang, who had come to pick up Chen Die.
Ye Chuqing greeted him, “She’s inside.”
Wen Liang nodded without exchanging further pleasantries and walked straight into the building.
At the same time, Ye Chuqing’s phone buzzed with a message from Chen Die: Handled.
She stared at the message for a moment, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Truly, their minds were in sync—it was perfect coordination.
The moment they stepped outside, Chen Shao let go of her shoulder. When he heard her laugh, he lowered his gaze and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” Ye Chuqing said, “just thinking you have a really great sister.”
He turned his head slightly. “Hm?”
“Now that crowd inside all thinks you’ve been madly pursuing me for ages and finally won me over today.” She shrugged nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just thrown him under the bus. “At least when we send out wedding invitations, they won’t be too shocked.”
Chen Shao immediately realized what Chen Die had said after he left.
He wasn’t surprised—he knew what his conveniently helpful little sister was like. And unlike Ye Chuqing, he didn’t care who pursued whom. After all, the marriage certificate was already signed.
He let out a short laugh. “You set me up on purpose?”
“How can you call it a setup?” Ye Chuqing gave him a sly look. “Let’s just say I was lucky enough to take advantage of Mr. Chen’s flexibility.”
Chen Shao recalled that fleeting look of panic she’d had earlier and chuckled. Then, sounding casual, he asked, “What’s going on with you and Lu Yunchuan?”
“Who?”
“The fresh-faced idol you were eyeing.”
“......”
Ye Chuqing was exhausted. She had just escaped that crowd of gossips—now even Chen Shao wanted to bring up some baseless nonsense.
Still, thinking about it, they were married now. He was entitled to care about his “reputation.”
“What if I told you I don’t even know his name?”
He raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue.
How the tables had turned. Ye Chuqing still remembered how the two of them had fought like cats and dogs when they first met over a project—now she had to explain herself like she was proving her innocence.
She gave him the full context of what had happened at her previous birthday party: “So when your company’s guy—Lu Yunchuan—walked over next to me, they all assumed he was the ‘little idol’ I’d mentioned before.”
As she spoke, her tone picked up a hint of pride again. “I mean, I am the chairwoman of the film industry association, a resource-rich beauty. I don’t see why they were making such a big deal about it—like he’s the one being wronged or something. If I really said the word, who knows how many people would line up.”
Chen Shao furrowed his brow slightly and gave her a light tap on the head, his voice calm as he followed her logic: “If he did get in line, even with your resources, you couldn’t save him.”
“Huh?”
Chen Shao said casually, “If he steals his boss’s wife and still expects to eat in this industry?”
“......”
Ye Chuqing fell silent. They walked together to the parking garage. When Chen Shao opened the car door, he glanced at her.
And suddenly, her face turned red. Just moments ago, she was still throwing flirtatious jabs left and right—and now this?
Chen Shao stood in front of the car, watching her.
Noticing his gaze, Ye Chuqing finally lifted her eyelids and looked at him. Her blush had spread to her ears. After a long moment, she opened her mouth and snapped, “You shameless jerk!”
Chen Shao: ?
“Who the hell is your wife?!”
Chen Shao was still full of question marks.
He truly didn’t understand Ye Chuqing’s little moods.
Sometimes the things she said made her sound no different from a typical flirtatious playboy—like earlier, when she smugly claimed that if she just said the word, plenty of young pretty boys would line up to serve her.
And now, here she was, blushing just from being called “wife.”
“That’s not it.” Chen Shao chuckled, clearly amused. “Why don’t you ask the baby in your belly who my wife is?”
Ye Chuqing’s face turned even redder. She immediately looked around suspiciously, making sure no one was nearby before hissing, “Say that any louder, and the whole world will know you’ve become a dad already.”
“......”
They got into the car.
Ye Chuqing reached into the backseat and pulled out a cushion to prop behind her waist.
Though she was only about a month pregnant and didn’t show at all—still able to jump, run, and move freely—maybe it was psychological, but her back always started to ache after standing for too long.
Chen Shao noticed her massaging her lower back. “What’s wrong?”
“Sore,” she said, leaning back. “Pregnancy is no joke—normal people really can’t handle it.”
“You’re not sore because of pregnancy. You’ve been out playing from morning till night. You’d be weird not to be sore.” He shot back at her.
Ye Chuqing glared at him in disbelief. Was he even human?
Still, despite his words, Chen Shao immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to her, placing his hand gently on her lower back, pressing with his fingers. “Like this? Is this enough pressure?”
In that position, they were very close—his breath brushed against her neck.
Except for those two drunken mishaps, they’d always maintained a polite and respectful distance. This sudden intimacy made Ye Chuqing a bit uncomfortable.
“…It’s okay.” She allowed herself to enjoy it for a moment, then smacked his hand lightly. “Enough. Go drive.”
Chen Shao exited the parking garage.
Both of them were busy with work, and the marriage had come suddenly—there was no romantic desire to go find some picturesque getaway for their honeymoon. Convenience was the top priority, so their marital home was bought right in the city center.
“If you’re tired, just rest early,” Chen Shao said.
Ye Chuqing kicked off her shoes and put on a pair of soft house slippers, instantly feeling relief in her legs. “Got it.”
They didn’t share a bedroom, choosing to sleep in separate rooms next to each other.
But just as Ye Chuqing was heading upstairs, her phone rang—a video call from Huang Sheng.
She paused and answered. “Hey, Mom, why’re you calling so late?”
Chen Shao glanced over when he heard her.
Huang Sheng said, “Nothing really. Just wanted to check in on you. Still dealing with morning sickness?”
“Not anymore. I’m feeling fine. I was out earlier hanging out with Chen Die, didn’t affect me at all.”
“You’re not like before anymore. You can’t be running around like crazy. If you get sick, you’re the one who’ll suffer.” Huang Sheng scolded with a frown. “Is A-Shao there?”
Ever since the wedding, Huang Sheng had started calling him “A-Shao,” following Old Master Chen’s lead, even though she hadn’t known him for long.
“He’s here.”
Ye Chuqing slumped onto the couch and turned the camera, “Look, he just picked me up.”
Chen Shao played along smoothly, handing her a freshly poured glass of warm water. He looked at the screen and greeted, “Hi Mom, we’re both doing great.”
Not even an hour ago, the two had been in a cold war. Now they were acting out a perfect newlywed couple scene like pros.
After chatting with Huang Sheng for a bit, they ended the call.
With the daily dose of pretend affection complete, Ye ChuQing patted her butt and headed upstairs without a second thought—heartless and unbothered.
Even though they lived together, they barely interfered in each other’s lives. Since they were keeping their marriage a secret, they hadn’t even hired any live-in help.
When Chen Shao got up in the morning to head to work, Ye Chuqing was still fast asleep.
Her work tended to come in bursts—when busy, she was extremely busy. But she had just wrapped up the annual film festival awards, so things were slow for now.
Chen Shao washed up, and breakfast arrived—two sets. He carried one into her bedroom.
“Breakfast—”
He paused mid-sentence. Ye Chuqing was lying on her side, one long leg stretched out over the blanket. Her nightdress had ridden up to her waist, revealing a snowy expanse of skin.
Chen Shao swallowed hard. Seeing that this early in the morning felt like torture.
He cleared his throat, walked over, and placed the breakfast on her nightstand. “I’m leaving it here. Don’t forget to eat.”
Ye Chuqing accepted the food casually—completely unfazed. After all, she was carrying his child. She had every right to enjoy this kind of royal treatment.
Chen Shao didn’t linger. After eating his own breakfast in the living room, he headed straight to the office.
He hadn’t taken over the massive Chen Group yet, so he still had time to work at Yiming Entertainment, where things were relatively easy.
But for some reason, after seeing Ye Chuqing so defenseless that morning, he couldn’t stop feeling a strange tightness in his throat. His thoughts refused to settle.
He closed his eyes, and the memory of their first time resurfaced.
Her fair skin, red lips, that flushed face from drinking, long black lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly… The way her slip dress had slid off her shoulders as she raised those slender legs to straddle him—every detail burned into his mind.
And then, his thoughts drifted to last night in the parking garage—Ye Chuqing’s face flushed all the way to her neck, her tone both angry and embarrassed as she snapped, “Who the hell is your wife?!”
In the spacious office, Chen Shao let out a low laugh.
He picked up his phone and sent Ye Chuqing a message: [Did you eat breakfast?]
She replied quickly: [I did.]
Then followed it up with a sticker—
A cat with its paw pressed on a banknote, accompanied by the caption: [Good service, here’s a tip.]
Chen Shao chuckled slightly. He had no idea she had this kind of sticker.
For a moment, he found himself doubting whether her earlier words had been a joke or the truth— A beautiful woman with resources like mine, if I really said the word, who knows how many would line up.
That sticker… fit her vibe perfectly.
‘Good service, here’s a tip.’
Definitely her style.
While he was still thinking about it, his assistant came in to report: “Mr. Chen, Lu Yunchuan is here to see you.”
Chen Shao’s eyelid twitched. He glanced again at the stickers on his phone, frowned, and finally replied, “Let him in.”
Lu Yunchuan entered the office. “Mr. Chen.”
He was the lead vocalist of a newly launched boy group—very popular, with a strong debut. The company was currently putting a lot of effort into promoting the group.
But typically, the team handled all business matters. It was unusual for him to come directly to Chen Shao.
This visit was due to internal scheduling conflicts. Because of his good looks, a drama production had invited him to act. However, the team had rejected the offer due to a clash with the group’s schedule. He was here to see if Chen Shao could offer an alternative solution.
“If there’s a scheduling conflict, the team’s plan takes priority. That’s all clearly stated in your contracts.” Chen Shao didn’t think this was worth discussing.
“I understand,” Lu Yunchuan said. “But that production team is tied to Chairwoman Ye. It’s a rare opportunity, so I wanted to see if I could still try to make it work. I was wondering if you had her contact info.”
Chen Shao raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I was hoping to see if Chairwoman Ye might be able to adjust the filming schedule a bit. That way, I could do both.”
He hadn’t originally thought of this, but based on last night’s interaction, he got the feeling that Ye Chuqing might appreciate him. It was a rare chance, so he figured it was worth a shot.
Chen Shao: “……”
What kind of idiot is this company even recruiting?
“You think Chairwoman Ye is going to change an entire production schedule over something this minor?”
“No…” Lu Yunchuan scratched his head. “I just got the feeling she kind of likes me. She even asked for my name last night…”
“She asked your name because you work for my company.”
Chen Shao had had enough. Just that interaction last night, and now this clown was on his doorstep. He said irritably, “Chairwoman Ye is Yiming Entertainment’s boss’s wife.”
Lu Yunchuan: ……
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