Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 32.2

“Besides, even if I did ask her, she wouldn’t go. She’s buried in work!”

Just the idea of inviting Shen Jueshu felt awkward, like crossing a line—because what would that even be? A date? That word didn’t fit them at all.

Jiang Siyue replied:
“Come on, she listens to you!”

Sui Yu:
“Heh. Where did you even get that idea?”

Shen Jueshu, listening to her? That was the biggest joke she’d heard all day.

On the other end of the chat, Jiang Siyue frowned at her phone and let out a deep sigh. How could this blockhead be so dense? Can’t she tell I’m trying to set the two of them up? Shen Jueshu is such a catch—miss this chance, and she’ll never get another like it!

“What’s with the long face?” a hand landed on her shoulder.

Jiang Siyue looked up to see her close friend sitting down next to her. With another sigh, she muttered, “My matchmaking efforts aren’t going well.”

“Huh? Matchmaking?” Her friend blinked in surprise. “Didn’t expect you to have a hobby like that.”

“Late-late, stop teasing,” Jiang Siyue groaned. “You know how much I stress over Ah Yu’s love life.”

Tang Wan grinned as she wrapped an arm around her. “Honestly, you two are so pure. With all the gossip I used to hear, I thought maybe something was going on between you.”

Jiang Siyue rolled her eyes. “As if. There’s no way anything would ever happen between us.”

She’d witnessed practically all of Sui Yu’s dark history—how could anything romantic possibly bloom from that?

“Yeah, I can see that now,” Tang Wan nodded earnestly. Her tone clearly said: Yeah, you’re way too disgusted with her.

Jiang Siyue sighed. Her carefully cultivated image had left too deep an impression. Nowadays, whenever she got close to someone, it always felt like they thought she had ulterior motives.

Come on, I’m just here to appreciate the view—is it really necessary to treat me like I’m radioactive?

“By the way, your style’s kinda similar to Mo Yu’s. And now that most of the good resources are going to her, what are you planning to do?” Tang Wan asked, clearly concerned. She had grown close to Jiang Siyue and genuinely hoped she’d get better opportunities.

“That’s normal,” Jiang Siyue said, completely unfazed. “She’s way more skilled than I am. Of course the resources are going to lean her way.”

Especially with Shen Jueshu at the top. That woman was all about fairness. She’d said from the start that unless someone proved themselves a worthwhile investment, she wouldn’t hand out premium resources just because of personal relationships.

So if Jiang Siyue didn’t get the top-tier opportunities, she could accept that.

“Your heart is really big,” Tang Wan said, her expression a little complicated. At first, she had thought Jiang Siyue was just playing around in the industry. But after seeing how hard she trained for her shows, it was obvious she was serious.

It was just… her attitude toward resources was surprisingly Zen.

“This isn’t about being big-hearted,” Jiang Siyue said, patting her shoulder. Her face grew serious. “This is called knowing my limits.”

After all, she’d spent years living like a freeloader. There was no way she could outperform someone like Mo Yu, who had been training for years.

“Wanwan, let’s both work hard. If we debut, we’ll have Mo Yu carry us!” she said, fist clenched in determination.

Tang Wan: “…”

Her gaze shifted to something behind Jiang Siyue.

A calm but sincere voice came from behind them. “Mm. Then work hard. If it’s possible, I’ll carry you both.”

“Eh?”

Jiang Siyue turned around to see Mo Yu standing there, her high ponytail swaying as she looked at them earnestly—like she genuinely meant it.

Now that Mo Yu had shed the rebellious edge she’d displayed during the audition rounds, her demeanor in private was much softer—almost like the girl next door. And when it came to work, she was meticulous and serious.

Jiang Siyue, however, showed no trace of embarrassment from being overheard. Instead, she laughed brightly and nodded enthusiastically. “Then you’ll have to work even harder—so you can carry both of us to the top!”

Tang Wan looked like she might crack from second-hand embarrassment. Sure, they hadn’t said anything bad about Mo Yu, but gossip was still gossip. How could Jiang Siyue act like it was nothing?

Mo Yu, however, nodded sincerely at Jiang Siyue’s words and went off to resume practice.

Seeing the most talented person already back at it, Jiang Siyue quickly grabbed Tang Wan. “Gogogo! If we don’t work hard now, we won’t even be qualified to be carried by her!”

Tang Wan: “…”

Meanwhile, Mo Yu was glancing at Jiang Siyue out of the corner of her eye.

Over the past few weeks, she had observed her more than once. It was getting harder and harder to believe the rumors about her being wild or careless. In fact, Jiang Siyue’s personality seemed quite decent—gentle, even. A person with that kind of temperament couldn’t be all that bad, could she?

That thought prompted her to pause her practice and find a quiet corner to make a phone call.

“Jie~” she cooed the moment the call connected.

Hearing her sweet, familiar voice, Li Yi couldn’t help but smile immediately. Her tone softened instinctively. “Tired from practice today?”

“Not at all. I haven’t even really started yet,” Mo Yu replied cheerfully, cradling her phone as her face lit up with joy.

They chatted casually for a while before Mo Yu remembered the original reason she had called. “Sis, about that Miss Jiang you asked me to keep an eye on—I don’t think she’s anything like what the rumors say. She’s really nice.”

If someone wasn’t genuinely kind, it would’ve been hard to face her with such open sincerity, like earlier. Her eyes had been so clear—like stars, Li Yi had once said. Such eyes were a mark of innocence.

“Oh?” Li Yi glanced toward Li Jiang, who was busy across the room. “If she really is as good as you say, then maybe you two could become good friends.”

She trusted Mo Yu’s judgment. If she said someone was good, then that person was likely very good indeed. Mo Yu had a sort of natural radar—people she didn’t bother with usually weren’t worth anyone’s time.

“I think so too,” Mo Yu replied seriously, remembering the confident sparkle in Jiang Siyue’s eyes when she said she’d carry them both to success.

Li Yi chuckled softly at her earnest tone. Suddenly, she found herself missing her terribly. Even though they were still connected through the phone, it wasn’t enough. She wanted her near—wanted to reach out and pat her on the head.

“I’ll come pick you up tonight, okay?” Li Yi said gently.

Mo Yu’s eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again. She pouted slightly. “But I’ll be finishing really late tonight. You don’t need to come, I can get back on my own.”

That soft, reluctant voice tugged at Li Yi’s heart. She smiled tenderly and said, “But I want to see my little Yu sooner.”

Mo Yu couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Then I’ll wait for you.”

After hanging up, Li Yi looked up only to find Li Jiang staring at her with a complicated expression.

She immediately straightened her face, raised a brow, and asked, “What’s with that look?”

Li Jiang sighed deeply. Her own sister, once the picture of elegance, aloof and self-contained, had turned into this lovestruck woman. Who would’ve thought that when this iron tree bloomed, it would bloom into an everlasting flower?

So, this is what love does to a person?

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