A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1256: Chapter 1256: I Love You!

In the bedroom of the villa, Mu Yan woke up, feeling completely refreshed.

After flying for a whole day, she slept soundly last night without having a single dream.

She stretched, got out of bed to wash up, and then went downstairs.

Seeing Jiang Jingheng playing with his phone on the sofa, completely oblivious to her coming down, she was a bit surprised. What could be so captivating?

She walked over and saw him browsing Weibo, with a peculiar expression on his face.

When did he become so idle?

She leaned over and asked, ”Any news this morning?”

Jiang Jingheng suddenly snapped back to reality, turned his head to see her curious face.

He put away his phone and asked, ”Hungry?”

”Yes.” Mu Yan nodded.

”I’ll go get breakfast,” he said, tossing his phone onto the sofa and heading to the kitchen.

Seeing him go to the kitchen, Mu Yan picked up his phone and unlocked it.

Someone wasn’t secretive at all; her fingerprint could unlock his phone, and he wasn’t afraid of her seeing his private stuff.

Mutual courtesy—he could unlock her phone too.

As soon as she entered the page, she saw a slew of comments mocking her for seducing a bigwig, claiming she had successfully climbed up as a mistress.

Mu Yan frowned slightly. What happened last night?

She exited the comments section and glanced at Jiang Jingheng’s latest Weibo, turning green with envy.

Since when did she post on Weibo? She had just woken up and didn’t have the habit of sleepwalking.

”Come have breakfast,” Jiang Jingheng’s voice came from the dining room.

Mu Yan looked at him, already having a plan in mind. She put down the phone and went to the dining room for breakfast.

She assumed he would confess after seeing her go through his phone, but after breakfast, he didn’t say a word.

Mu Yan was puzzled—was it Brother Song who posted the Weibo?

She sometimes had a team manage her Weibo for handling ads and such.

After breakfast, Mu Yan went upstairs to get her phone, only to see Jiang Jingheng in the living room, constantly browsing Weibo on his phone.

She finally couldn’t help but ask, ”Did you use my phone to post on Weibo this morning?”

”Yes,” Jiang Jingheng admitted frankly, with no hint of embarrassment.

Mu Yan was speechless, ”When did you learn to direct your own drama?”

Jiang Jingheng looked at her with some displeasure, ”You didn’t give me a title, so why can’t I fight for myself?”

Mu Yan, ”...”

So, it was her fault for forcing him?

Making himself sound so pitiful, in reality, he was quite the schemer.

She sat beside him, glanced at his phone deliberately to tease him, ”It seems the effect isn’t great. No one believes I’m your wife; Mr. Jiang’s abstinent and domineering persona seems to have crumbled.”

”If I’m abstinent or not, Mrs. Jiang knows best,” Jiang Jingheng said with a low chuckle.

Mu Yan’s face instantly turned red, and she pinched him, ”Stop teasing me.”

Saying that, she automatically distanced herself from him, using her phone to browse Weibo.

Seeing people mocking Jiang Jingheng for being of poor character, sleeping with celebrities, having a chaotic personal life, and calling to unfollow him, her expression turned sour.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, she had seen plenty of fans acting ”heartbroken,” so she didn’t care much.

But seeing them acting like Jiang Jingheng owed them, she was annoyed.

With the Weibo post from Jiang Jingheng out, most people believed Mu Yan had successfully moved up as a mistress, only a few believed she was Mrs. Jiang.

Soon after, a video of Mu Yan’s award acceptance speech at the Cannes Film Festival was exposed.

”I am most grateful to my husband, who helped me forge my dreams, accompanied me to where I am now, and led me out of that dark period. He is my sunflower embracing the sun, and he is my greatest fortune in life. Mr. Jiang, I know you care about the title, so I want to announce to the world, husband, I love you.”