The Real Wife

Hot searches swallowed the entire entertainment page.

Gavin Gu married Lily Li

Gavin Gu baby

Sabrina Yang fake wife

Lily Li Universe Entertainment princess

Videos surfaced.

Sabrina acting like a diva on set.

Sabrina ordering me around.

Sabrina making me carry her things.

Universe Entertainment posted an official termination statement:

No one bullies our princess.

Leo posted a photo of us together:

“Finally allowed to show off my sister. Pretty, right?”

Someone commented:

“Beautiful! Lily is the prettiest in the universe!”

Leo replied:

“Still slightly less handsome than me.”

Embarrassing.

Then the biggest reversal came.

A netizen commented under Gavin’s post:

“Why does Lily look unhappy in the marriage photo? Is Gavin the simp?”

Someone replied:

“She definitely wasn’t happy. She married her idol’s rival. Pain.”

People laughed.

Gavin liked the simp comment.

Then tagged Ryan under the “idol’s rival” comment.

Ryan appeared immediately.

“Uncle! Auntie and I are purely idol and fan. Pure. Actually, I’m not even worthy of being Auntie’s idol.”

The internet froze.

Then exploded.

Gavin and Ryan were uncle and nephew.

The so-called rival relationship had been manufactured by media and fan wars.

And Gavin, apparently, was not finished.

He posted a long, chaotic essay.

He said he was indeed a simp.

He said this marriage was something he begged for.

He said he had liked me since childhood.

Our families had once been neighbors.

He and Leo were childhood friends.

When I was born, he had held me.

When I was seven, he often took me out to climb trees, pick apples, and chase away big dogs.

Then Leo, afraid Gavin would steal his little sister, convinced our parents to move away and never told Gavin where.

Gavin said he had waited seventeen years.

The writing was messy.

The logic jumped everywhere.

But I understood.

The little boy from my memories.

The one who helped me climb trees.

The one who picked apples for me.

The one who stood between me and the neighbor’s huge dog.

My childhood hero.

It was Gavin.

I looked at him.

“It was you.”

The world was absurd.

My idol became my nephew.

My idol’s rival became my husband.

And my childhood crush had been waiting for me all along.

Gavin held my hand carefully, like I was something precious.

“So,” he asked, “still want to assassinate me?”

I thought about my VIP Ryan concert benefits.

The spicy blood stew.

The baby.

The little boy with apples in his hands.

“Not today,” I said.

Gavin smiled.

Good.

Let him be happy.

For now.