The TV drama Sweet Orange successfully wrapped up, and Jiang Xingxing finally had some free time.
Under Mei Yu’s urging, Shang Jie finally brought Jiang Xingxing home for a visit.
Shang Jie’s parents lived in a luxurious villa in Bolan Bay, enjoying a leisurely and dignified retirement.
Over the past few years, Shang Yan, Shang Jie’s father, had gradually handed over authority, allowing Shang Jie to take over the entire family business.
Shang Jie did not disappoint his parents’ expectations. He managed the company in an orderly manner, significantly expanding its scale in just a few years. It entered a period of rapid development and became an industry leader.
In terms of career, he had never caused his parents any worries. But of course, what parents in China worry about most is always their child’s personal life.
Although many children from long-standing families had embraced modern ideas and practiced singlehood or non-marriage philosophies—partly to avoid financial entanglements and partly as an excuse for carefree living—Shang Yan, being a conservative parent, would never allow his son to live a frivolous life or be alone for the rest of his days.
Therefore, when Mei Yu told him that their son was married—and in a flash marriage no less—this conservative father felt not anger at being kept in the dark but a touch of relief. It was as if the flower he had nurtured had finally learned to attract bees and butterflies.
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Chasing celebrities at his age—it would be a laughingstock if word got out.
But Shang Yan did admire Jiang Xingxing. Despite her youth, she had the skills of a seasoned actress, bringing Bai Qingqing to life.
It’s often said that portraying appearances is easy, but capturing the essence is hard. Shang Yan could see that Jiang Xingxing belonged to the latter category.
Shang Yan appreciated acting. It was why he married Mei Yu, and after so many years, he remained faithful to her, captivated by her acting skills and charm from their youth.
Admiration breeds respect. Too many young actresses married into wealthy families because of their beauty but later found themselves abandoned as their allure faded. They watched helplessly as their husbands pursued others and lacked even the courage to ask for a divorce. Such cases were all too common.
However, Shang Yan and Mei Yu remained deeply in love after a decade, an enviable couple. Mei Yu’s enduring appeal stemmed not just from love and affection but from admiration and respect, which often outlast the former.
Jiang Xingxing stood obediently beside Shang Jie and greeted them politely: “Hello, Uncle, Auntie.”
Mei Yu smiled and said, “No need to call us Uncle and Auntie anymore. Since you’re now part of the Shang family, it’s time to change how you address us.”
Jiang Xingxing glanced nervously at Shang Jie. His calm expression reassured her as he gently pressed her hand, signaling her to relax.
She then obediently called out, “Dad, Mom.”
“Hey,” Mei Yu responded, nudging the still-dazed Shang Yan with her elbow. “Your daughter-in-law is calling you!”
Shang Yan quickly replied and handed over a prepared red envelope. “This is a gift for addressing us as parents.”
Caught off guard by the meeting gift, Jiang Xingxing hesitated, unsure whether to accept it, and looked at Shang Jie for guidance.
“It’s from Mom and Dad. Take it,” he said gently with a smile. “I don’t even get one myself.”
Mei Yu placed the red envelope into Jiang Xingxing’s hand. “Take it. Our family follows tradition, so there’s no need to feel pressured. When I joined the family, my in-laws also gave me a red envelope.”
Jiang Xingxing thanked them and accepted the gift.
“You rascal, you’ve finally brought your wife home after all this time. Your father has been looking forward to this day,” Mei Yu teased.
Shang Jie smiled faintly. “I was afraid Dad wouldn’t approve.”
“Even if I didn’t, you’d still have married her. You’ve never listened to me anyway. You’ve always done whatever you wanted. I’m old now and can’t give you much advice.”
“Dad, you’re as vigorous as ever.”
Listening to Shang Jie casually chat with his parents, so different from his usual demeanor, added a warm, human touch to his character.
Shang Yan turned to Jiang Xingxing. “I heard you’re an orphan?”
Feeling slightly tense, Jiang Xingxing replied, “Yes, but I was adopted by my grandmother when I was very young. My family treated me well, and I even have an older brother.”
Shang Jie gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, letting her know not to worry.
Jiang Xingxing had been anxious ever since learning Shang Jie would take her home. Her background was modest, far from matching the Shang family’s status—even by ordinary standards.
She wondered if they would mind.
Seeing through her thoughts, Mei Yu comforted her. “Since you’ve called us Mom and Dad, you’re now our child. If this rascal ever bullies you, just let us know. We’ll set him straight.”
Shang Jie chuckled. “Does a wife of a few months outrank a son of over twenty years?”
“As long as you know it.”
Jiang Xingxing was deeply moved. It was clear that Shang Jie’s family was truly happy. She couldn’t imagine the good fortune it would take to have such wonderful parents.
After dinner, the family sat together, enjoying a warm and cheerful atmosphere. Out of the blue, Shang Yan casually asked Mei Yu, “Don’t you think she looks a bit like that girl from the Shen family?”
This comment instantly put Mei Yu on alert. At the same time, Shang Jie raised his head and looked at his father.
The girl from the Shen family—wasn’t that Shen Nian Nian, the one Shang Jie had asked Mei Yu about earlier?
Mei Yu carefully observed Jiang Xing Xing. She had already found the girl’s features somewhat familiar but hadn’t thought much of it since Shen Nian Nian had been abroad for many years. Her mental image of Shen Nian Nian was still that of a little girl.
Now, with her husband mentioning it, she realized that there was indeed a resemblance between the two.
“Son, don’t you think she looks like Shen Nian Nian?”
Shang Jie replied nonchalantly, “I barely remember her.”
Jiang Xing Xing, puzzled, asked, “Who do I look like?”
Mei Yu explained, “A child from a family we’ve known for years—her name is Shen Nian Nian. She and Shang Jie grew up together. She used to love coming to our house when she was little.”
Shang Jie immediately clarified, “That was when we were kids. I haven’t seen her in years.”
Shang Yan added casually, “True, but if she hadn’t gone abroad, old Shen and I might have already been in-laws by now.”
“Dad, there’s no such thing. Don’t say things like that,” Shang Jie quickly interjected.
He knew his wife could be jealous.
Sure enough, Jiang Xing Xing stayed quiet, sipping her water with a subdued expression.
Her silence made Shang Jie feel uneasy.
Later that night, Shang Jie’s parents arranged a room for the young couple. It was Shang Jie’s old bedroom from his youth, still preserved as it was when he was a student.
The room was simple and tidy. One wall was lined with bookshelves packed with books. Another wall displayed trophies he had won during his school years.
On the side, a full wall of certificates had been carefully framed and protected under glass, a testament to his brilliant youth.
Jiang Xing Xing ran her fingers gently over the awards, thinking about how, if not for his illness, his life would have been nothing short of perfect.
She couldn’t help but place a hand on her forehead, sighing at how life never grants anyone complete perfection.
As she explored, she found a framed photo of a basketball team. The boys in the picture had youthful, vibrant faces, standing in two rows, dressed in sports uniforms, holding basketballs, and smiling radiantly at the camera.
Shang Jie stood at the center of the back row, his slightly upturned eyes carrying a reserved smile, his lips curled upwards to reveal white, even teeth. His arms, though not yet muscular, hinted at athleticism.
He was the kind of person who stood out in any crowd.
While Jiang Xing Xing was exploring the room, Shang Jie had been called to his father’s study, ostensibly to play chess. But she wondered if they were discussing her.
Uneasy and overwhelmed by drowsiness, she eventually fell asleep.
In her half-asleep state, she sensed movement. A warm body slipped into the bed behind her, arms wrapping around her waist.
She awoke but stayed still. “What did your dad talk to you about?” she asked.
Shang Jie buried his face in her hair, taking a deep breath. “Nothing much. He told me to treat you well. Now that I’m married, I should focus on my family—cut back on social events, come home on time, spend more time with my wife, and work hard to have a daughter or son next year. Basically, be a responsible father.”
Jiang Xing Xing couldn’t help but marvel at the Shang family’s values. No wonder they had raised such an excellent son.
Then he began “working hard” immediately, his long fingers growing restless.
But for some reason, Jiang Xing Xing felt no interest at all. She didn’t respond to his advances.
Sensing something was off, Shang Jie sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jiang Xing Xing replied, still turned away from him. “I’m just tired tonight.”
After a pause, Shang Jie asked, “Is it because of Shen Nian Nian?”
He was perceptive, cutting straight to the heart of her unease.
“Is it because my dad mentioned Shen Nian Nian today?”
Jiang Xing Xing turned to face him in the dark, her fingers poking his firm chest as she enunciated each word: “Childhood. Sweetheart.”
“She doesn’t exist,” Shang Jie replied. “Strictly speaking, Lin Chuan and I are the ones who practically grew up sharing a bed and blanket. If you’re going to be jealous of Shen Nian Nian, you might as well be jealous of Lin Chuan—it’s much more justified.”
Jiang Xing Xing couldn’t help but laugh. But she quickly put on a stern face. “Who taught you to be so cheeky?”
“Self-taught,” Shang Jie shrugged.
Not wanting to banter further, Jiang Xing Xing asked directly, “Do I look like her?”
Shang Jie didn’t deny the objective truth. “A little. Though I barely remember what she looks like—it’s been too long.”
The implication was clear: she had nothing to worry about.
“So, is it because I look like her that you noticed me?”
Shang Jie: …
It seemed this was not going to be an easy matter to resolve.
Jiang Xing Xing’s expression turned worried. “If she came back, would you leave me?”
Shang Jie: …
Seeing his silence, Jiang Xing Xing thought she had struck a nerve. She turned away, her heart heavy. Just like every cliché CEO romance novel, she was nothing more than a stand-in for someone’s long-lost first love.
After a long pause, the man behind her finally spoke calmly. “Do I make you feel that insecure?”
Jiang Xing Xing didn’t reply. She didn’t know why she was acting so emotional tonight—it wasn’t like her at all.
Perhaps it was because everything felt so precious—now she had a loving husband and parents who cared for her—that she found herself clinging tightly to these newfound sources of warmth, becoming more prone to anxiety and insecurity.
Shang Jie, however, clearly lacked experience in comforting others. He awkwardly said, “I won’t argue about baseless concerns. I’ll just say it once: it’s not what you think.”
Then he turned his back to her, suppressing the restless desire stirring within him.
In the darkness, time passed unusually slowly. Neither of them fell asleep, both stubbornly refusing to give in.
After a while, he heard a faint sniffle from behind him. Though it was soft, the quiet room amplified its clarity.
That same aching sense of helplessness he’d felt in his dream resurfaced, tightening around his heart like a vice.
Turning around, he saw her thin shoulders trembling. She was biting her fist, trying hard to suppress her emotions.
Shang Jie felt an unbearable pang of guilt.
In the end, he gave in. Rolling over, he placed his broad hand gently on her shoulder and patted it lightly. “Alright, enough.”
But it wasn’t enough. She still ignored him.
“My attitude earlier wasn’t great,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
Jiang Xingxing sat up, her eyes red as she stared at him. “I don’t need your apology. I just want you to talk to me properly. I’m not unreasonable.”
It was true. She had always been understanding and well-behaved, rarely throwing tantrums or acting entitled.
Shang Jie patiently explained, “Shen Niannian was my only female friend when I was a child. But later… we grew apart. At that age, I didn’t even understand what liking someone meant, let alone something as convoluted as being with you because you look like her.”
Jiang Xingxing sniffled, looking at him pitifully. “Really?”
“I never lie.”
She knew he wouldn’t lie, but she still muttered awkwardly, “I’m a very jealous person. If you truly want us to last, you can’t have any rumors or scandals. Got it?”
Having grown up with nothing, she held on tightly to everything that was hers.
Shang Jie didn’t reply but obediently nodded.
Seeing him so compliant, like a big fluffy bear, Jiang Xingxing playfully ruffled his hair as a reward and teased, “Do you like me?”
Shang Jie froze for a moment, then turned his head away uncomfortably. “You’re pushing your luck.”
“Is it so hard to say you like me?” She looked at him, pouting. “How else am I supposed to know?”
Shang Jie sighed helplessly. “Can’t you tell?”
“Nope. I want to hear you say it.”
“I don’t want to say it, but…” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the soft bed and silencing her with a kiss.
“Generally speaking, actions speak louder than words.”
Jiang Xingxing: …
What kind of logic is that?!
Months later, the TV drama Sweet Orange debuted on major networks and streaming platforms, sparking a youth craze almost instantly.
Audiences, tired of subpar, low-quality youth dramas, flocked to this high-profile adaptation of a popular IP. With its inspiring storyline and Jiang Xingxing’s stellar performance, the show received rave reviews and scored an impressive 9.0 rating. For a youth romance drama, such a score was almost unprecedented.
The show’s viewership soared, dominating ratings charts during its broadcast. Online, passionate fans flooded platforms like Weibo and Douban with enthusiastic recommendations, catapulting the show to peak popularity.
The love triangle between the main characters became a hot topic among girls at social gatherings, blending melodrama, eye-catching plotlines, strong acting, and stunning visuals—key ingredients for its runaway success.
While the two male leads were already immensely popular, Jiang Xingxing, the newcomer female lead, drew considerable media attention.
Though not a complete rookie—her critically acclaimed debut in The City at Daylight had earned her recognition among older audiences—Sweet Orange introduced her to a younger demographic, skyrocketing her fame. Her Weibo followers jumped from a modest few thousand to over seven figures overnight.
Numerous talent agencies, aware she hadn’t yet signed with any company, eagerly approached her with offers. The most prestigious, of course, was Shengyu Media, under the Shang family’s conglomerate. However, Jiang Xingxing intentionally avoided this company, eventually signing with Starry Entertainment, Shengyu Media’s competitor.
Her decision was guided by two main reasons. First, she wanted to carve her path through her own efforts. Even if she won the Best Actress award one day, relying too much on Shang Jie would make her achievements feel hollow. Second, given the delicate nature of their hidden marriage, working for his company would create tension and fuel unfair gossip. If their secret got out, her accomplishments might be dismissed as favors from her “sponsor.”
She resolved to pave her way independently.
Shang Jie’s response was curt and inscrutable: “Don’t trust me?”
As a sharp and perceptive strategist, he recognized his wife’s potential immediately and naturally preferred her to join his company, both professionally and personally.
“Don’t want to make money for me?”
“Flying solo because your wings are fully grown?”
“Ungrateful brat.”
Jiang Xingxing: …
No matter how much she tried to explain, he continued to give her silent, reproachful looks, as though she were a traitorous little ingrate.
Eventually, Jiang Xingxing stopped trying to placate him. “Suit yourself,” she thought. She had work to do and didn’t have time to babysit him.
Starry Entertainment, her new agency, had a cooperative yet competitive relationship with Shang Jie’s company—though competition often overshadowed collaboration.
Hence, Shang Jie frequently reminded her, “Now that you’ve signed with them, my influence won’t reach as far. If you get wronged, you’ll have to deal with it yourself. Understand?”
Noting the worry he tried to mask, Jiang Xingxing nodded obediently.
Despite his words, Shang Jie wouldn’t truly ignore her troubles. In this industry, there was no place his reach couldn’t extend.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xingxing braced herself for the road ahead. Starry Entertainment quickly packed her schedule, leveraging the momentum of Sweet Orange to solidify her growing fame.
During this period, she appeared on popular TV and online variety shows, graced the pages of fashion magazines with exclusive photo spreads, and landed several endorsement deals, keeping her busier than ever.
In recent years, Shang Jie had been swamped with work, leaving little time for him and his wife to meet. Whenever he stole a moment to call her from the restroom, she’d either be attending an event or filming a variety show, ending the calls in haste with just a few words.
As the end of the year approached, Shang Jie felt as though a weight hung over his heart, leaving him restless and unsettled. He couldn’t pinpoint why he felt unhappy, but nothing interested him, and his temper had worsened. His subordinates often bore the brunt of his irritability, facing his scolding, cold stares, and the oppressive air around him.
The employees at his company noticed his peculiar behavior and speculated he was in love. Only a man in love would alternately smile foolishly at his phone and sulk in his office, smoking in silence, his mood swinging like a barometer.
Even celestial bosses fall in love—it spares no one.
That year’s grand year-end gala, with a charity theme, gathered Jiangcheng’s wealthy businessmen and featured numerous celebrities from the entertainment industry. Jiang Xingxing had initially promised to accompany Shang Jie to celebrate the New Year, but a call from her company requested her urgent attendance at the event, claiming it was crucial for her to network for her career.
Reluctantly, Jiang Xingxing called Shang Jie to apologize. He didn’t blame her, merely reminding her not to drink and to come home early.
Feeling reassured, Jiang Xingxing went to the banquet.
As the lights in the office building dimmed, Lin Chuan entered the top-floor CEO’s office. Inside, a lamp illuminated the room. The man sat before the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to the door, overlooking the city’s glowing skyline. Lin Chuan thought his silhouette looked lonely.
“Tonight’s New Year’s Eve. Do you have any plans?” Lin Chuan asked.
After a pause, Shang Jie stood up, adjusted his tie and cuffs, and said, “To the Century City Hotel.”
Half a month earlier, the event’s host had sent Shang Jie an invitation embossed with gold foil, which he had dismissed, tossing it into a pile of documents.
Lin Chuan was startled. “You’re going, Mr. Shang?”
“Yes.”
“But you rarely attend these kinds of events…”
Such galas were a dime a dozen each year, and his absence was the norm. His attendance would usually make the host feel honored.
Shang Jie cast him a faint glance. “You’re talking too much.”
Lin Chuan fell silent.
However, when he accompanied Shang Jie into the banquet hall and saw their young celebrity “madam” sitting alone in a corner, he finally understood Shang Jie’s intention.
Jiang Xingxing was a rising star in the entertainment industry, her popularity soaring recently. The entertainment world thrived on hierarchy, and while some fawned over her, others envied her success. Despite her rise, Shang Jie couldn’t stop worrying about her.
Jiang Xingxing had attended with a fellow actress, Han Lina, a few years her senior. Stunningly beautiful, Han Lina resembled a mixed-race model, though Jiang Xingxing knew it was thanks to cosmetic surgery. Han Lina had appeared in a few idol dramas but never hit the big time. Jiang Xingxing’s recent success eclipsed even Han Lina’s peak fame, sparking resentment.
Although the agency paired them to attend the gala, hoping Han Lina would help Jiang Xingxing expand her network, Han Lina quickly integrated into another group of actresses, ignoring Jiang Xingxing.
As other actresses whispered about Jiang Xingxing’s newfound fame, Han Lina subtly painted her as aloof and arrogant. This left Jiang Xingxing isolated; even her attempts to engage in conversation were met with cold shoulders. Feeling sidelined, she sat alone in a corner, looking pitiable.
Shang Jie’s arrival was a welcome sight. Tall and imposing in a light gray suit with a meticulously tied bowtie, he exuded an austere charm. His noble, cool demeanor was striking, and his features under the warm lights were too handsome to behold.
As he entered, the atmosphere subtly shifted. Familiar business leaders approached him, wine glasses in hand. Around Jiang Xingxing, people whispered and speculated about the chance to talk to the esteemed Shang Jie.
Remaining ever proper as a married man, Shang Jie politely responded to male stars and let Lin Chuan deflect female stars seeking his attention. He carried himself with the decorum of a lady from a bygone era.
Jiang Xingxing chuckled at the gossip surrounding Shang Jie, amused by their perception of his distant, stoic nature. She lifted her gaze and caught Shang Jie watching her, his lips curling in a faint smile.
The sudden attention made others notice her. Encouraged by her peers, Han Lina decided to approach Shang Jie, convinced his gaze had been meant for her. She confidently strode over, only to interrupt his conversation and find herself rebuffed.
“Miss, I believe you misunderstood. I wasn’t looking at you,” Shang Jie said coolly, his gaze warm as he turned to Jiang Xingxing. “I was looking at Miss Jiang.”
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to Jiang Xingxing, who was mid-bite on a macaron.
“Hmm?” she mumbled, confused by the attention. Did eating snacks during a gala break some unspoken rule?
Shang Jie’s voice softened, brimming with affection. “Miss Jiang, I’m a fan of yours. May I have the honor of a toast with you?”
Jiang Xingxing nearly choked on her cookie.
Sansukini: My goodness. How is he so adorable. And the Father-in-law is a fan. Hehe.
There will be 2 new translations next week. One is a comedy about a transmigrated girl with a melon-eating system. It’s no literary masterpiece but I just found this novel funny and wants to share it with you.
The second one is about a virtuous wife whose loving husband cheated on her on the second year of their marriage. I just love love this novel a lot. I really don’t like reading stories about cheating, but this one gets me. The FL is very decisive, when her true character is soft. There’s also romance and chasing the wife (The ML is not the ex-husband).
So the new schedule of my posts will be:
The Second Year After Marriage (SYAM): Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays
The Real Daughter’s Inner Thoughts are Heard (RDIT): Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays
The Madman and The Doll (TMTD): Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays
I’ll Share the Bed With You (STBY): Saturdays, Sundays, Mondays
I will be posting the summary of “The Second Year After Marriage” tomorrow.
The Real Daughter’s Inner Thoughts are Heard
Xu Yinyin transmigrated into a wealthy family drama novel as the real daughter who was swapped at birth and destined to be cannon fodder.
Her predecessor harbored resentment toward her biological parents for favoring the fake daughter and constantly fought for attention, ultimately becoming a social pariah. She was cast out of the wealthy family and ended up on the streets.
With the “Gossip-Eating System” now bound to her, Xu Yinyin declared, “Life in a rich family is all about enjoying endless food and fun. Why compete for love? Let’s just eat melons (gossip) and watch the drama—it’s pure bliss!”
Scene 1:
Mother: “I raised Yaoyao as my own and can’t alienate her just because you’ve returned. But I’ll try to be good to you.”
Xu Yinyin (nodding obediently): “Okay.”
OS (inner thoughts): “Oh my, this ‘sister’ Yaoyao is actually the daughter of your husband’s white moonlight (first love). What a twisted love triangle! Well, technically, raising her as your own isn’t too far off.”
The mother, who could hear Xu Yinyin’s inner thoughts, suddenly collapsed into a chair, weak-kneed.
Xu Yinyin: “Huh? Why did she suddenly give me a black card and tell me to spend freely?!”
Scene 2:
Father: “Yaoyao is kind and timid. Speak gently to her; don’t scare her.”
Xu Yinyin (nodding obediently): “Okay.”
OS: “My sister is timid, sure, but she secretly supports her biological mom and will one day transfer family assets to her biological father. You’re just a big sucker raising someone else’s wife and child. Your enemy must laugh themselves to sleep nightly!”
The father, who overheard her inner thoughts, flushed with anger and collapsed onto the couch.
Xu Yinyin: “Eh? Why did he suddenly give me shares in the company and tell me to spend more and worry less?!”
Scene 3:
Grandpa wanted Xu Yinyin to gain experience by joining the family business. The second aunt, a general manager, said, “Your college isn’t prestigious. If you join, start as a receptionist for credibility. Is that okay?”
Xu Yinyin (smiling): “No problem.”
OS: “You’re just afraid I’ll catch you and my uncle-in-law having an affair, huh? My, my, you’re quite good at sneaking around with family!”
“Wow, wow, my uncle-in-law doesn’t have any tadpoles (infertile)? Poor auntie blames herself and endures his cheating, even agreeing to adopt his illegitimate child. What kind of monstrosity is this? Auntie ought to go full villain mode!”
“Wait, why did Auntie suddenly slap Uncle and kick him out with nothing?!”
As Xu Yinyin indulged her gossip cravings, she became a regular at high-society events.
A month later—
The richest man gifted her an island.
An elite socialite gave her several mansions.
A domineering CEO begged her to have his child, unstoppable.
Xu Yinyin (confused): “Uh, what’s going on here…?”
Translator’s Note: She’s always invited to parties so they can eat melons (gossips).
🤣🤣🤣. The synopsis is so funny ! I can’t wait and read it. Your choice in novel are always good. Thank you dear translator.