Help! I'm trending on social media because of poisonous mushrooms! I got poisoned by eating wild mushrooms and started hallucinating.

Not only did I crazily rip off the cross necklace that the cold and noble priest from the capital had worn on his neck for years, but I also sat on his lap and performed a hot dance.

The HD video was uploaded online and I instantly went viral. When I came to my senses, I wished I could disappear. I regret it, as the person involved, I express my deep regret.

Late at night, I sneaked into the chapel hall to apologize to him, only to accidentally uncover his secret ...

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I had been poisoned by wild mushrooms and started hallucinating. I thought I was a snake and I had to keep twisting and writhing.

The wild mushrooms were very fresh and tender that day and I ate a whole plate. When I got up from my seat, I began to feel like I was floating. I ran wildly all the way and crashed straight into someone.

I couldn't even see clearly who that person was, I just knew I was a snake now. Swaying, coiling, spinning.

In my madness, I seemed to have pulled on something and then I heard the crisp sound of metal falling to the ground. The next second, I was dancing wildly on top of that person ...

As I danced, I sang, "Please please please … don't prove I'm right … please please please, don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice ..."

After I finished dancing, I seemed to have thrown up all over that person's head and face. Brazenly, I pointed at the person and said, "Haha, this is a reward from your queen, you have no choice but to accept it."

Then, someone pulled me away and I anxiously pressed down on my head, saying, "Don't pull me, my stomach is too full, I'm about to spill over."

In the end, I was honorably sent to the hospital, completely unconscious. Two days later, I finally regained my senses. When I woke up, my throat and ... Uh ... lower end were burning and I felt utterly weak.

My assistant, Hannah, asked with a serious face, "Are you finally awake, boss?"

I weakly nodded my head.

"You got poisoned by toxic mushrooms. When I sent you to the hospital, you were flailing around in the car, grabbing my hand and calling me 'doctor' while explaining for over an hour that you were not poisoned. Did you know that?" Hannah asked.

I said, "… And then?"

"Then, I explained to you for over an hour that I wasn't a doctor ..." Hannah's mouth twitched slightly.

I was speechless.

"Miss Walsh, do you know that you went viral?" Hannah said seriously.

"Really? Haha, didn't you say I was a forever unfamous star? Quick, tell me, how did I go viral?" I sat up excitedly.

***

I had been in the entertainment industry for six years, always working diligently. My looks weren't bad either, but my luck was terrible.

No matter what drama I took on, either the male lead caused trouble or the female lead got into a scandal and I ended up being innocently implicated. Every show I filmed was a flop.

"You'll understand once you watch this video," Hannah said, handing me her phone.

I squinted at the screen. Oh boy.

Sixty million views, fifty million likes and thirty million comments. Has it finally come to my turn to get famous? While smiling, I clicked on the video.

The next second, I saw myself crashing into the most aloof and noble young priest in the Louisiana circle. Right after, I sat on his lap like an idiot, flailing my arms and legs around ...

"Hannah, just kill me, I beg you." I hated myself. Why did I have to eat those mushrooms? Now look what happened, I've become a mushroom lunatic.

Netizen A: "Is Tiffany, this unfamous star, trying too hard to get famous? She actually latched onto a well-known young priest."

Netizen B: "I feel sorry for our cold and aloof young priest for a second."

Netizen C: "Last time, Tiffany deliberately tried to ride the coattails of a top star. Now she's set her sights on an immaculate young priest."

Netizen D: "She must have been driven by lust when it came to Liam. Otherwise, why eat mushrooms and go to the vegetarian restaurant he frequents?"

Netizen E: "Wah, my dream man, the young priest, has been tainted ..."

Netizen F: "So disgusting. Please, let Tiffany get out of the entertainment industry! Let her flop to the core of the Earth!"

Late at night, I had quietly snuck into Liam's prayer room. I swear, eating those poisonous mushrooms had nothing to do with trying to get close to him!

As for why I happened to be at the vegetarian restaurant that Liam often visits, it was simply because my family owns that restaurant.

Lately, I had gotten tired of eating rich foods and wanted something fresh, like mushrooms, to cleanse my stomach.

Who would have thought I'd end up literally getting my stomach pumped ... I felt helpless about the whole thing too.

As for the accusation from netizens that I had tried to lure Liam, I wasn't even worthy of that. The reason was that I had been married to Liam for four years and I had never even gotten close to him.

I had originally been the most low-profile crazy-rich princess in the Louisiana circle, hiding my identity while insisting on breaking into the entertainment industry on my own.

One of my father's close friends was an oracle who predicted that I'd have a life full of disasters. He suggested my father find someone to help ward them off.

The oracle said I was too flirtatious, always getting into trouble and recommended that I follow Liam, practice fasting, become vegetarian to learn to hold my lust and recite Bible scriptures to cleanse myself of worldly desires.

Ever since I and Liam registered our marriage, my family had built a special prayer room for him. Except for handling necessary business or attending important meetings, he spent almost all of his time in that room, devoted to his spiritual practice.

As for me and Liam, we barely said a word to each other. He focused on his work and spiritual cultivation, while I focused on my small career in the entertainment industry and indulging in food, drink and fun.

For the entire four years of our marriage, we never crossed paths. Forget anything beyond a kiss, we hadn't even touched each other's hands, not even on our wedding day.

Out of concern for my status as a small-time actress in the entertainment industry, we didn't even hold a proper wedding. We just got the marriage certificate and Liam moved into my home.

Though Liam came from an illustrious family, he was only a late-recognized illegitimate son, so the Donovan family didn't pay much attention to him.

Plus, with his lifelong devotion to Christianity, priests from various churches praised him for his Christian affinity and his father saw him as different from ordinary people, preferring to keep a distance from him.

I remember when I first met Liam, I actually found him quite likable. But after spending some time with him, I realized he was far too cold and devoid of emotions or desires, so I kept my distance.

The prayer room was dimly lit, with the constant sound of religious songs and prayer humming. The faint scent of rose wafted through the air.

I tiptoed like a thief, sneaking closer.

***

Liam knelt in front of the chapel altar, his back straight and graceful, his muscles barely visible but full of strength.

I couldn't help but think of what my best friend Beverly had said, "How do you manage to stay so detached from such a beauty? Liam's body and face are even better than the male stars in the entertainment industry. How do you two manage to stay as virgin as roommates year after year?"

Every time I saw Beverly's anguished expression, I would wail along with her. Did I not want to? No. The one who was detached and indifferent was him. Whenever I looked at him for more than a moment, it felt like I was desecrating him.

However, as I tiptoed closer, I saw that Liam was holding a photo of a girl in his left hand, while his right hand holding a cross necklace.

His long, elegant fingers were mesmerizing as they moved across the smooth, shinning necklace. The sight was quite impactful.

Influenced by my parents, I also believed in Christianity. Since childhood, I practiced fasting on each month and going to church to pray sincerely.

Just as I was leaning in to get a closer look at the girl in the photo, Liam suddenly opened his eyes. Caught by his deep, dark gaze, I stepped back in fright. He quickly hid the photo.

"So, you have a woman you like, huh? You should have told me earlier, Liam. Come on, spill the gossip, who do you like? Need my help to chase after her?" I said lightly, pretending to be carefree, though there was a hint of bitterness in my heart.

How strange. What's wrong with me? I never paid much attention to Liam, we always kept to our own affairs.

Why did I feel uncomfortable knowing that Liam had a woman he likes? Oh, I got it.

It was because, after all, I was Liam's wife in name. He didn't have to love me, but if he loved someone else while being married to me, that made him a scumbag, right? Yes, I was just upset that I had realized today he's actually a jerk.

"No need," Liam replied, as always, sparing his words.

"What kind of person is she? Have I met her?" I boldly sat down next to him.

He paused for a moment, then looked at me and nodded.

"Is she ... someone from the entertainment industry?" I probed further.

He nodded again.

"Then ... when I got poisoned by mushrooms, danced on your lap and got us both trending, did I mess things up for you? Should I explain things to her? How about I pay to have the trending topic removed?"

This time, Liam shook his head, "No need, it's fine."

"Then ... I won't bother you anymore. I'll go now." I didn't dare look at him again and fled in a panic. He was the one who had 'betrayed' me, so why did I feel like the guilty one?

At 2 AM, I put on a wig and a hat, sneaking out quietly. Half an hour later, I was with my best friend, Beverly Clark, at the largest and liveliest bar in town.

Beverly opened two bottles of alcohol, slamming the table, "What? He actually has a woman he likes? Wasn't the rumor that he was untouched by worldly desires, cold and emotionless? He's been married to you for years without any reaction, so how did another woman suddenly appear?"

"I'm wondering the same thing. Could it be that because he has someone in his heart, he never looked at me?" I took a large gulp of alcohol, feeling frustrated.

"If he has someone he likes, why did he marry you?" Beverly's face twisted with anger.

I was angry too. Drunk, I stood up and started swaying with the bottle in my hand.

"Stop swaying! You're making me dizzy. Get a grip. Who are you? You're Tiffany, the princess of the Walsh Family! Don't you love watching handsome guys dance?" Beverly clapped her hands.

The next second, four or five handsome men lined up in front of me. "Miss Clark, what do you want us to dance to tonight?" one of the guys asked.

Beverly hesitated for a moment, "Three Person, she loves watching Three Person dance."

One of the guys whistled and the music in the bar changed. The four or five guys started swaying their hips, covering their faces with one hand and reaching toward me with the other.

I took turns linking hands with them. As the music kicked in, my inner dancer immediately came alive. I started swaying my hips along with them and soon Beverly joined in too.

Gradually, the entire bar caught on and everyone was dancing to 'Three Person' with us. The more I danced, the more excited I got. I pulled off my wig and placed it on one of the guys' heads. Then I grabbed my hat and put it on Beverly's head.

Beverly quickly tugged at me. "Hey, stop acting crazy! Did you forget you're a public figure?"

I didn't listen at all, waving my hands and lost in the dance.

"Someone's recording! No way, Tiffany, we have to leave now. Miss Walsh, Hannah will assassinate me tonight!" Beverly tapped my face.

But all I could see were the handsome guys' swaying waists in front of me and I dumbly said to them, "Keep dancing! I love watching! I ... I have money!"

***

"Look, is that Tiffany?"

"Her profile looks similar."

"No way. Even if she's just a washed-up celeb, she's still a small star. How dare she come clubbing in the middle of the night?"

"Probably trying to get attention. First, she tangled with the young priest and now she's dancing like crazy at a nightclub. Tomorrow, everyone will definitely know who Tiffany is."

I overheard the women behind me whispering, so I angrily turned around and glared at them.

"Mind your own business! Who dares to control me?" I pointed at them and shouted.

Beverly quickly grabbed my hand, "Miss Walsh, you'll regret this tomorrow."

"No, you will regret it! I ... I still want to dance ..." I muttered, started to dance again.

Just as I was really getting into it, someone suddenly picked me up. Through my daze, I heard everyone in the club collectively gasp, followed by the rapid sound of cameras clicking.

"L-Liam?" Beverly's eyes widened.

Liam nodded at her, "Sorry to trouble you. I'm here to take her home."

Beverly dumbly replied with an "Oh."

"Let me go! Put me down!" I yelled, drunk and flailing in his arms.

He ignored me completely, carrying me straight out of the club. I vaguely remember throwing a tantrum the whole way home, shouting and screaming until I was hoarse, like a dead dog.

Liam seemed to carry me into the bathroom and in my drunken state, I slammed him against the wall.

"Liam! Who exactly is that vixen you like? Is she ... is she prettier than me?" I huffed angrily.

Not to boast, but even though I was just a small-time actress, my face had always been my strong point. My haters had never been able to criticize my looks.

"She is," Liam said firmly, staring at me.

I pointed at him, about to explode, when suddenly, I felt nauseous. "Yuck!" I vomited all over him.

With a stony expression, Liam stripped off his shirt right in front of me. Seeing his perfect body, my legs turned to jelly.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch his abs, he scooped me up and dropped me into the bathtub filled with water. He averted his gaze as he quickly rinsed me off, then wrapped me in a large towel and pulled me out.

When our bodies touched, I paused. Because I could clearly feel that Liam seemed to be …