# Chapter 10: Twenty Years of Secretly Loving You
I pulled out a tissue and handed it to her. “Wipe your tears. The awards ceremony is about to begin.” I was a special guest sitting with Giang Chỉ in the front row beneath the stage, waiting for the Best Actress award to be announced.
Everything went smoothly until the organizers announced that the Best Actress result had been changed the night before. The actress who had originally won had been stripped of her award. The organizers stated that acting was only one criterion; morality and character were the basic foundation. The Best Actress should be a role model for society and guide the development of the entertainment industry. Therefore, Lục Vãn Lăng was disqualified from the list of nominees.
The entire venue erupted in whispers. Being publicly criticized on the most prestigious stage in the entertainment world meant that Lục Vãn Lăng’s career was over from that moment on.
At the same time, Giang Entertainment released three consecutive statements. First, the person who had discovered Lục Vãn Lăng and introduced her to Giang Entertainment was Quý Sơ Nguyệt. Second, Giang Chỉ and Lục Vãn Lăng had only a superior-subordinate relationship, completely unlike what she and online gossipers had implied. The company would also sue certain people for spreading false rumors. As of today, the company would terminate its contract with Lục Vãn Lăng.
Third, the company posted a photo from Giang Chỉ’s and my wedding, along with a caption from the administrator: “Stop asking who Quý Sơ Nguyệt is. She’s our boss’s wife.”
In the photo, Giang Chỉ and I were wearing our wedding attire and holding our marriage certificate. Netizens flooded the comments:
“What is Lục Vãn Lăng doing?”
“This stunt is so confusing. Is she too deep in character?”
“Wow, Lục Vãn Lăng’s do-or-die move is pretty good.”
“Is she trying to use this move to force President Giang to back out? Why hasn’t anyone gone to register their marriage yet?”
“Getting married in wedding attire? That has to be true love. They must take it very seriously.”
“President Giang has been plotting this for so long. It finally exploded.”
At the same time, the production team of Keeping the March also announced the termination of all contracts with Lục Vãn Lăng. Keeping the March was a work I had spent three years writing and another two years adapting into a screenplay. It had tens of thousands of fans, and I had initially chosen Lục Vãn Lăng to play the female lead.
Even if she didn’t win Best Actress, her status in the industry would have risen another level just by relying on this film. It was truly a shame.
After announcing the Best Actress award, the organizers released another bombshell: The female lead in Keeping the March would be played by this year’s Best Actress, and the contract would be presented to her personally by me, the screenwriter.
Under the stage lights, Giang Chỉ lifted my evening gown and escorted me onto the stage. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t be nervous.”
He took the microphone and said, “My wife has always written novels and adapted them into screenplays behind the scenes. This is her first time appearing in public, so if she gets too nervous and accidentally says something wrong, I hope everyone will be understanding and let it slide.”
Embarrassed, I lightly poked his soft waist.
The media clipped that moment and posted it online. That night, it shot to the top of the trending searches. Giang Chỉ and I completely dominated the buzz at the Golden Statue Awards, while Lục Vãn Lăng’s story came to an end there.
Some people might feel sorry for her, but time would soon sweep her away. Eventually, no one would care about her anymore.
My wedding with Giang Chỉ went according to plan, except that at the last minute, we had to invite many more people. The media stayed until the wedding ended, and Giang Chỉ was still incredibly moved.
He had finally been officially added to the family register.
Before opening the wedding gifts, he carefully lifted the blankets and cleared every red date and peanut off the bed. Only then did he relax.
Just as we were about to seal the deal, he suddenly remembered something and asked, “Wife, when did you start liking me?”
When he told me the story later, Giang Chỉ confessed that when he was about to turn thirty, his mother wasn’t worried about his marriage at all. Every day, she played mahjong or went square dancing. Meanwhile, the glutton next door—my family—was practically frantic with worry.
He went on one blind date after another, changing partners every day. At that rate, he was afraid he wouldn’t have time to eat hot food anymore.
But he and I had been at odds for more than twenty years. If he suddenly told me he liked me, especially at eighteen, I would probably think he was crazy. So he started brainwashing his mother instead.
He asked, “Mom, do you want a daughter-in-law? Do you want to hold a grandson?”
She shot him a look and said, “What does that have to do with me? You can like men for all I care.”
Desperate, he threatened to stop being her son.
In the end, she gave in. “Fine. I’ll go propose the match for you. Happy now?”
As for me, on the day of the Lục Vãn Lăng incident, Mom Giang actually did one more thing. She gave me a diary belonging to Giang Chỉ. In it, he had recorded every small thought he’d ever had about me.
In short, he hit me because he cared, scolded me because he loved me.
It turned out that for all those years, he had genuinely thought of me that way.
And when did I start liking him?
Maybe it was also when I was eighteen. He stood in the middle of the basketball court, sank a three-pointer, then whistled at me. That radiant boy was bright as the sun.
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