Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 1

It was April in the human world, and spring filled the gardens.

The perpetually busy CEO Yao Xiangyi  acted completely out of character, spending a full week neither stepping out of her house nor receiving calls or replying to text messages.

Qin Chun, her trusted assistant and right-hand person, received two calls last night.

One call was from the Chairman of the Board; the elderly gentleman asked, “Is Yao Xiangyi trying to rebel?”

The other call was from the Madam, Qiu Qingshi. Her emotion was clearly more agitated than the Chairman’s, tinged with a furious grit: “Is Yao Xiangyi determined to give me the silent treatment? Does she actually want a divorce?”

Sigh—

Assistant Qin was helpless.

And so, early this morning, she drove her car against the flow of rush hour traffic. Moving at a snail’s pace, she successfully arrived at the riverside mansion in the Inner Ring at nine-fifteen.

The residence was a 520 square meter luxury apartment on the 22nd floor, featuring light, extravagant Italian décor.

The maid, Aunt Mi, led her in and prepared her a cup of lemon mint tea. Although it was only April, the sun was directly overhead, the skies were clear, and the air carried a subtle, dry summer heat.

Assistant Qin held the glass teacup, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, took a deep breath, and lamented that the air was full of the smell of money. In addition to that, there was…

The fragrance of bergamot and gardenias, a refreshing scent that was delightful and invigorating.

She put down the teacup and followed the scent to the bedroom door, where she listened closely to the sound of rushing water within the solid wood door.

Mhm, President Yao was taking a shower.

She adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on her nose, straightened her professional suit, and then stood at attention, shoulders back. Her heart, however, was thumping wildly.

So nervous; I’m about to meet the human devil, CEO Yao.

The next moment, the door opened.

A woman stood in the doorway.

To be precise, a beautiful woman.

She had red lips and white teeth, shining bright eyes, and an inexpressibly noble expression. The belt of her snow-white bathrobe was tied at the waist, outlining her well-proportioned figure.

Assistant Qin was completely stunned.

Who was this woman?!

She was showering here?!

Why was she showering?!

Why was she showering in CEO Yao and the Madam’s bedroom?!

Combining the four questions above, the answer was obvious—CEO Yao had cheated!!

Assistant Qin felt a surge of fury, clenching her fists, ready to rush forward and fight her to get justice for her Madam.

But she reconsidered and first pulled out her phone to send a WeChat message to Qiu Qingshi: [Madam, President Yao is keeping another woman behind your back!!!]

The woman ignored her, settling onto the sofa. Drops of water still clung to her jade-white calves, shimmering with scattered light under the sun.

Assistant Qin was shaking with rage. Were mistresses this arrogant now?!

The kitchen! She needed a cleaver.

The woman glanced sideways at her, her tone cool: “What do you need me for?”

Assistant Qin froze, her expression shifting several times. She found it strange that the ‘other woman’s’ voice was exactly the same as CEO Yao’s.

She subconsciously peered toward the bedroom: “…Where is President Yao?”

The woman raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost playful smile appearing: “I am she.”

Assistant Qin: ???!

Assistant Qin: No! My President Yao cannot be this beautiful! Where is your blunt, bowl-cut bangs? Where are your non-mainstream glasses frames? Why is your skin so white! Your lips so red! Your eyes so bright!

No wonder she hadn’t been seen for a week; she must have gotten cosmetic surgery for a complete head transplant.

Assistant Qin was so startled she nearly went into convulsions. Her wrist trembled, and her phone clattered to the floor.

She woke from her shock, hurriedly bending down to pick it up.

It hadn’t been two minutes yet! There was still time to recall the WeChat message! Hopefully, the Madam hadn’t seen it yet!

…But the screen was shattered.

She poked it with her finger, and poked again, getting no response.

A groundhog scream erupted in her heart.

She looked up to find Yao Xiangyi staring at her intently, her eyes full of suspicion.

“Qin Chun, do you have other matters to attend to?”

Assistant Qin shook her head wildly, stuffing the phone back into her pocket. She retrieved a file folder from her briefcase: “The documents for the two Executive Presidents require your signature, and this one—the transfer order sending President Gong to the Imperial Capital Branch—needs your review by the Human Resources Department.”

Yao Xiangyi accepted the pen she offered and signed her name on the various pages. Her handwriting was elegant and forceful.

Once the signing was complete, Qin Chun efficiently organized the papers, put them back into her briefcase, and asked, feigning casualness: “President Yao, the Chairman couldn’t reach you and was quite anxious. He asked when you would return to the company.”

Yao Xiangyi parted her thin lips: “Tomorrow.”

Qin Chun sighed in relief and continued: “Madam… she called you several times, and you didn’t answer. She is very worried about you.”

Yao Xiangyi capped the pen, spun the shaft between her fingers once, and handed it back: “You certainly help her a lot.”

Qin Chun instantly became nervous: “I’m the Madam’s fan, a luosifen (snail rice noodle, a pun on the fan group’s name).”

Qiu Qingshi is the film industry’s sole three-time Golden Award winner to date, a post-90s starlet, and a top celebrity. Her talent and popularity are equally matched, as are her acting and beauty. Her fans are called “Luosi” (Snails).

Everyone in the company knew Qin Chun was a “Luosi,” but what they didn’t know was that she had long been recruited by Qiu Qingshi to be her spy, reporting Yao Xiangyi’s whereabouts at all times.

And, of course, to eliminate any seductive sluts who harbored intentions of destroying their marital happiness.

There was no helping it; although Yao Xiangyi used to be plain-looking, she was still the boss of Jinghong Entertainment and held countless resources. It was impossible to guard against some eighteen-line actresses with ulterior motives climbing into her bed.

Fortunately, Yao Xiangyi had been devoted to Qiu Qingshi, and, up until now, had not engaged in any improper behavior.

“Is that so?” Yao Xiangyi’s tone remained calm and placid.

Qin Chun shrunk her neck: “…Yes, it is.”

Yao Xiangyi nodded, folding her long legs. The friction of her skin against the fabric created a rustling sound.

Qin Chun was terrified, a chill starting in her feet. She wished she could turn and bolt: “Well… President Yao, do you have any other instructions?”

“Then I won’t disturb your rest. I should be getting to the company.”

Yao Xiangyi slightly raised a finger to show her agreement.

Qin Chun felt a wave of relief, quickly nodded, and turned to leave. Just two steps away, Yao Xiangyi called her back.

“Oh, right. Draft an agreement for me.”

She instantly stood straight: “Of course. What is the content regarding?”

Yao Xiangyi lowered her eyes, picked up the remote control on the armrest, turned on the television, and her expression remained indifferent. She didn’t even turn her head: “A divorce agreement.”

Qin Chun: Where is my fast-acting heart medication?

The television immediately skipped to Mango TV, which was currently re-broadcasting Meteor Shower for the umpteenth time.

Chu Yuxun was wearing an outdated yellow t-shirt and turning circles in front of a full-length mirror. Simultaneously, a voice-over began: “Duanmu, he took me to Meters/bonwe, and when I tried on clothes, I didn’t even know who the person in the mirror was.”

Qin Chun was bewildered. President Yao never used to watch idol dramas about being obsessed with romance!

Yao Xiangyi, however, calmly opened the notebook on the coffee table and seriously copied down that exact line of dialogue…

Qiu Qingshi had a stage event in the Imperial Capital today.

She started as a child model, and at sixteen, she was discovered by Hong Kong director Zhou Mengde. She played a flower girl in a period film. Her role was small, with few lines, but she unexpectedly rose to fame due to her cool, refined, and exquisite looks. In an era dominated by V-shaped faces, she was a breath of fresh air to the audience.

She was like a mouthful of ice-cold Sprite on a hot summer night—cooling to the core and uplifting.

She had walked this path for a full ten years, transforming from Best Newcomer to Best Supporting Actress, and then fiercely growing into Best Leading Actress. She was in the prime of her life, full of vigor and spirit.

The car drove into a parking lot in a business district. Fans had already been waiting there for a long time. The moment the familiar white nanny van came into view, they immediately raised their sky-blue support banners.

Looking out, it resembled rolling waves of the ocean.

The parking lot had loud acoustics, and even a tiny decibel could turn into noise. The assistant, Taozi, led two others in jumping out of the car first, rushing over to collect gifts. She offered repeated thanks and constantly made a shushing gesture, signaling for everyone to control their excitement.

Luosifen fans are highly loyal, mostly long-time supporters. They knew Qiu Qingshi was polite and reserved, and she held her fans to the same standards. At Taozi’s reminder, they immediately silenced themselves, instinctively covering their mouths, only making soft whimpering sounds.

Besides being respectful and disciplined, Qiu Qingshi had another rule: she would not accept gifts over 100 yuan in value. Therefore, the items fans sent were mostly small, and the assistants could generally handle them.

But today, too many fans had shown up…

The second assistant was struggling to breathe under the mountain of gifts in her arms and said to Taozi, “If there are this many people in the parking lot, how crazy will it be upstairs?”

Taozi bumped her shoulder: “Just put them in the trunk first.”

At the other end, the manager, Sutila (蘇提拉), also got out of the car.

With a shoulder-length bob, a black leather jacket, sharp stilettos, and sleeves rolled up to her elbows to reveal a peacock tattoo on her arm, she looked like someone you definitely shouldn’t mess with.

If the manager was present, could the main celebrity be far behind?

Fans: “Ahhhhhhhh—”

The fans collectively shrank their necks like little chicks: Sorry~

The bodyguards quickly got out of the car and formed a circle around the nanny van, creating a human wall.

Qiu Qingshi had been filming for four months in the crew and had only wrapped up yesterday afternoon. She had rushed to the Imperial Capital after only half-finishing the wrap party.

She was cold by nature, disliked posting on Weibo, and didn’t enjoy engaging in all that superficial celebrity promotion. During the filming period, fans had to rely solely on leaked photos to get by, and having not received new ‘food’ (content) for a long time, they were like a group of starving, pitiful chicks.

It was understandable that many fans would turn up for the event today.

But Sutila hadn’t expected quite this many, far exceeding her predictions.

She was a little worried and urged the bodyguards to drive all the cars over and park them end-to-end, serving as a barrier.

This way, Qiu Qingshi would be separated from the fans, providing a buffer even if the fans lost control of their emotions and surged forward.

This delay consumed quite a bit of time.

Sutila checked her wrist-watch and knocked on Qiu Qingshi’s car window: “It’s about time.”

The car window slowly lowered.

A clear, cold voice was heard: “Mhm.”

Fans: “Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, what a heavenly sound—”

Fans: “Shh, why are you shushing, go away—”

Sutila opened the car door for Qiu Qingshi, and the fans collectively widened their eyes.

A hand slowly rested in Sutila’s palm. The finger bones were fair and slender, each one resembling warm, clear jade.

A silver-white bracelet was worn on the thin wrist, adorned with a circle of exquisitely cut, sparkling diamonds.

It set off her flawless skin and noble bones.

Just then.

Ding!

Qiu Qingshi’s phone screen suddenly lit up with a WeChat message.

She slightly lowered her head.

Qin Chun: [Madam, President Yao is keeping another woman behind your back!!!]

Qiu Qingshi: [Little friend, do you have many question marks?.jpg]