A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241: No One Believes They’re Together

Originally, Mu Yan had planned to just directly post their marriage certificate, but then she felt that was too rough—more precisely, way too high‑profile.

She scrolled through her photo album on her phone for ages before realizing she didn’t have a single photo of Jiang Jingheng.

She usually didn’t like taking photos, and Jiang Jingheng was the same.

After thinking it over, she directly "stole" one from Ning Ze’s Weibo. It was from back when Jiang Jingheng had reposted Ning Ze’s Weibo to clap back at Zhou Lifen; Ning Ze had posted it at fans’ request, a work photo that had been printed in a newspaper.

She had no idea if Mr. Jiang would be mad about her posting his work photo, but she also didn’t dare tell him she didn’t have any photos of him on her phone. He would definitely be upset.

Mu Yan thought that once she put the photo online, everyone would be shocked.

The result was...

"Yan Bao, so you’re a fan of my hubby too, huh? I’ve got this exact photo on my phone, hahaha. I’ve got other ones as well, want them? I’ll send them to you."

"Yan Bao, is it because your boyfriend isn’t good‑looking enough to show, so you used Young Master Jiang’s photo to hold the fort? Mwah, feeling sorry for you."

"I thought I’d finally get to see Yan Bao’s boyfriend, but I didn’t expect you to learn how to fool us. So naughty. Still, hubby is as easy on the eyes as ever, never get tired of looking at him, hehe."

"Yan Bao, hubby already has a wife, you’re destined for heartbreak, hahaha..."

"Yan Bao definitely knows we all like hubby, right? That’s why she posted this photo. So thoughtful, mwah."

...

Mu Yan stared at Weibo, not finding it funny at all.

Damn it, who exactly are they calling "hubby"? That’s her man.

Holding back the jealousy in her heart, she replied to some fans’ comments, "He is obviously my hubby!"

That only brought on even more group teasing from the fans, who all said she was too cute. Someone even ran over to Jiang Jingheng’s Weibo to tell him he’d happily gained a goddess‑fan, and even @ed Mu Yan.

Mu Yan, "..."

Did she and Jiang Jingheng really look that mismatched?

The moment that thought popped up, Mu Yan’s mood plummeted.

The commotion under Mu Yan’s Weibo was soon known across the entire internet, and it even made the trending list—"Mu Yan stans Jiang Jingheng."

It wasn’t just Mu Yan’s fans who didn’t believe Jiang Jingheng was her boyfriend; nobody believed it. They all thought she was joking.

There was nothing to be done. She was always so lively on variety shows, the type of girl who could take and make jokes. It was natural for them to think her sense of humor was acting up again, making her post that photo.

When Mu Yan was depressed to death over this, Lan Xi and the others still didn’t forget to come laugh at her.

"Hahahahaha, facing a whole army of online mistresses, how does our official empress feel right now?"

"Honestly, if Brother Jiang hadn’t personally confirmed your status, we wouldn’t believe you two were together either."

"Serves you right for always showing off your love. How does it feel when no one believes you, hahaha? Actually no, this time you’re clearly the one being shown off on. So many mistresses—hurts, doesn’t it?"

...

Because of this, Mu Yan ignored Jiang Jingheng for a whole day. When she came home that night, she went straight in with, "Mr. Jiang has so many mistresses and side chicks, what do you need me for? Don’t even think about getting on my bed again."

Looking at how puffed‑up with anger she was, Jiang Jingheng found it hilarious.

"Where are these mistresses and side chicks? I can barely manage just you."

Mu Yan glared at him. "So what you mean is, if you could manage more, you’d go serve other women too?"

For him, sweet‑talk was second nature. "Of course not. My soul has ’Mrs. Jiang’ stamped all over it. My body and heart belong only to you. Mrs. Jiang can’t abandon me."

Even though his mouth was sweet, Mu Yan’s attitude was firm.

Standing at the doorway, Jiang Jingheng looked at the tightly shut bedroom door and started seriously considering whether he could climb in from the balcony.