Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 18

This internal family brawl seemed to subconsciously determine their domestic hierarchy. Therefore, when Yao Xiang-yi and Qiu Qing-shi engaged in domestic violence, neither held back.

Qiu Qing-shi, transforming into a Tibetan Mastiff for the second time, turned her head and bit down on the back of Yao Xiang-yi’s hand, exerting astonishing biting force.

The pain made Yao Xiang-yi’s scalp tingle. A scream was at the tip of her tongue, but she forcefully suppressed it for the sake of her CEO persona.

Opportunity knocks but once.

While Yao Xiang-yi was distracted, Qiu Qing-shi swiftly snatched the rolling pin back. Her speed was like a tornado. Accidentally, she struck Yao Xiang-yi’s head.

The violent collision between wood and skull emitted a loud “BONK.”

Being flesh and blood, Yao Xiang-yi, no matter how strong her tolerance, couldn’t help but cry out from the sudden blow.

“Ah!”

The cry, half pain and half suppression, was quickly cut short. Yao Xiang-yi was used to her elevated status and valued her pride, so she instantly controlled her voice.

Qin Chun, eavesdropping at the door, enthusiastically pumped her fist: Yes! The matchmaker couple has successfully reached a climax!

The pure, innocent little rabbit, Bai Meng-zhao, hugged her backpack, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Yao Xiang-yi, tears welling up from the pain, released Qiu Qing-shi. She hunched over, clutching the wound, her fair complexion turning the color of pig liver.

Qiu Qing-shi hadn’t intended to hurt her seriously. She dropped the weapon, quickly stepped forward, cupped Yao Xiang-yi’s face, and asked anxiously: “Are you bleeding? Let me see.”

Yao Xiang-yi glared at her, sat down on the sofa, and said curtly: “A cat crying over a dead mouse—fake pity.”

The sprout of concern that had just emerged in Qiu Qing-shi’s heart immediately shrank back. She even felt like giving her another whack.

Ignoring Yao Xiang-yi’s refusal, Qiu Qing-shi pried her hand away and examined the wound. Guilt instantly rose within her, and she softened her tone: “Luckily, it’s not bleeding.”

She leaned in very close. Her breath, mixed with her cool, crisp body scent, passed Yao Xiang-yi’s ear like a spring breeze. It seemed to possess a magical quality, instantly extinguishing Yao Xiang-yi’s intense anger.

Qiu Qing-shi lowered her gaze: “But you’ve got a huge lump.”

Yao Xiang-yi’s full blaze of anger immediately reignited.

Her expression became extremely sour.

Qiu Qing-shi collected herself, remembering that this was not the time for gentleness. She said mercilessly: “Serves you right!”

She let out a cold snort, crossed her arms, and settled back into the other end of the sofa. Her posture was elegant, her figure graceful, and her head held high, like a white swan preening its wings.

“I’m telling you, this isn’t over!”

The unfortunate Yao Xiang-yi, who had taken a hit, looked instead like a defeated rooster.

She was indignant. Why was she the one who got hurt every time they fought? Even a vicious female side character deserves some dignity.

“It’s not over then!” Yao Xiang-yi was growing impatient. “Can we try to be reasonable?”

“Cheating dogs don’t deserve to be reasonable with me,” Qiu Qing-shi swiftly retorted.

“You’re the one who cheated!”

“I see you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.”

Yao Xiang-yi stubbornly shot back: “I won’t shed a tear even if I see the coffin.”

See? See how utterly punchable a shameless CEO can be?

Qiu Qing-shi was glad she had made ample preparations beforehand. She grabbed her bucket bag and pulled out a lock of wine-red hair sealed in a transparent zip-lock bag.

She thrust it right into Yao Xiang-yi’s face: “I found this on my pillow!”

Whenever she mentioned this, Qiu Qing-shi felt indignant and wronged. Her chest felt tight and heavy, as if a weight was pressing down on it, making her feel panicked.

“Not only are you cheating, but you brought your wild woman home, sleeping in my bed, under my blanket!”

She grew more and more emotional as she spoke, looking up at Yao Xiang-yi with tear-filled eyes, displaying a mixed expression of anger and disappointment.

Yao Xiang-yi felt enveloped by her intense resentment and shrank back slightly.

Qiu Qing-shi demanded: “Tell me, how many other women do you have outside?”

Yao Xiang-yi grabbed her phone next to the computer and opened her photo album.

Qiu Qing-shi: Hmph. She has so many women she needs to check her album to count them!

Qiu Qing-shi twisted her fingers and bit her lip hard, remaining silent.

Deep in her eyes was unconcealed grief, as if she were waiting for a death sentence.

She silently estimated a number, guessing that Yao Xiang-yi had at least ten extramarital partners.

After all, she was rich, beautiful, and quite skilled in bed—patient, meticulous, and full of variety. Every time Qiu Qing-shi experienced it, she was left utterly captivated and longing for more.

In short, this CEO was addictive.

Then.

Yao Xiang-yi pulled up a group photo and held it toward her.

Due to her rough movement, the phone nearly hit Qiu Qing-shi’s high nose bridge.

The photo was taken that night at the bar. There were two people in it: Yao Xiang-yi on the left, and… Chi Gu-yuan with the red hair on the right.

Qiu Qing-shi: “!!!”

Qiu Qing-shi seemed to disbelieve Yao Xiang-yi. She snatched the phone, hurried over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and used two fingers to zoom in and out, back and forth, up and down, confirming that there were no signs of photo manipulation.

A playful smile radiated from Yao Xiang-yi’s eyes and brows. She watched Qiu Qing-shi’s colorful expressions intently.

Raising an eyebrow, she teased: “Well?”

Qiu Qing-shi turned from a Tibetan Mastiff into an ostrich, burying her head and kicking at non-existent pebbles with her toes.

Yao Xiang-yi loved watching her fail. As haughty as she was moments ago, she was just as goofy now.

The quartz clock on the wall ticked and tocked.

Time flowed forward, second by second.

Qiu Qing-shi eventually couldn’t bear the shame. Her soft lips pressed together—a small gesture that stripped away her mature woman’s aura, lending her a simple cuteness.

This was the unique acting skill of a movie queen.

The usually composed and calm Yao Xiang-yi suddenly felt a little spaced out.

Qiu Qing-shi pressed her advantage. She threw herself into Yao Xiang-yi’s arms, wrapping her hands around her neck, transmitting her unique warmth and heat.

“Daddy~”

Innumerable people called Yao Xiang-yi ‘Daddy,’ and they all wanted something from her. Only Qiu Qing-shi was special—she only called her that during sex, with the perfect cadence, rhythm, and pitch.

Every sound could stir Yao Xiang-yi’s deepest desires.

But now… it wasn’t working.

Yao Xiang-yi was still intensely angry and was determined to be merciless.

She pulled Qiu Qing-shi’s hands away, stood up to create distance, and settled into the executive chair.

Qiu Qing-shi knew she was in the wrong. She followed her like a clingy child, sitting on her lap, cheek-to-cheek, and even intentionally rubbed against her.

“Daddy, don’t be angry anymore. It’s bad for your health.”

“Does your head still hurt? Let me blow on it for you.”

“How was I supposed to know Chi Gu-yuan changed her hair color? I know I was wrong.”

Qiu Qing-shi’s small, grapefruit-colored lips puckered as she blew gently on Yao Xiang-yi’s forehead. After her forehead, she cupped the hand that was covered with her teeth marks and kissed it repeatedly.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of mint.

Yao Xiang-yi remained unmoved, her clean-cut jawline clenched tightly: “You should go back first.”

“No, I won’t.” Qiu Qing-shi took off her jacket, wearing only a V-neck knit shirt. Bright sunlight danced across her smooth, exquisite collarbones. Her skin was snow-white, dazzlingly bright.

“Stop messing around, or I’ll have Qin Chun throw you out.”

Qiu Qing-shi wrinkled her nose, correcting Yao Xiang-yi’s words: “This is a beauty trap.”

“Put your clothes back on.”

“No, I want to—”

To prevent Qiu Qing-shi from saying something scandalous, Yao Xiang-yi quickly interrupted her, shouting toward the door: “Qin Chun!”

Qin Chun was worried that someone might suddenly interrupt their office play and had been guarding the door the whole time. Startled by Yao Xiang-yi’s call, she shivered.

She swallowed hard, nervously gripping the doorknob.

She didn’t dare enter rashly, only pushing the door open a crack to peek inside…

She saw Qiu Qing-shi sitting on Yao Xiang-yi’s lap, deliberately taking off her clothes. Yao Xiang-yi, unperturbed by the temptation, helped her put her clothes back on.

Qiu Qing-shi took them off again.

Yao Xiang-yi put them back on again.

The taking off and putting on, putting on and taking off, made Qin Chun’s blood boil.

Qiu Qing-shi, feigning anger and resentment, pummeled Yao Xiang-yi’s chest with a flurry of small, pink fists.

Oh my, this is too stimulating.

Qin Chun stood upright, using her back to block Bai Meng-zhao’s attempt to peek.

Afterward, Qiu Qing-shi emerged fully dressed. Her obedient long hair was slightly disheveled, and the lingering blush near her eyes added a touch of charm.

“Madam.” Qin Chun stepped aside, quickly averting her gaze.

Qiu Qing-shi was confused by her blushing face. Raising an eyebrow, she saw Bai Meng-zhao was also there. The young girl was much like Qin Chun, shrinking her neck, her face flushed all the way to her earlobes, looking like a plump, ripe peach.

She still hadn’t completely ruled Bai Meng-zhao out as a rival, and asked coldly: “Are you here to see Yao…”

Her dark eyes rolled, and she changed her wording: “Are you here to see my little baby?”

Baby?

Qin Chun: A single S&M session, and they already have a term of endearment?!

Bai Meng-zhao remembered Qiu Qing-shi calling Yao Xiang-yi that back at the police station.

She slowly nodded, answering uncomfortably: “I originally wanted to find you, but I heard you weren’t in Haishi, so I came to ask President Yao to give you something for me.”

Qiu Qing-shi said calmly: “Give me something?”

“Yes.”

Bai Meng-zhao placed her backpack by her feet, knelt down, unzipped it, and pulled out a square box. The box surface showed the word “Canon” and its English logo.

“I am truly sorry for damaging your camera last time.” Bai Meng-zhao bowed deeply, her ponytail swinging into a large semi-circle: “This is specifically to compensate you. Please accept it.”

Qiu Qing-shi was stunned.

This child is quite… earnest.

It made her feel small-minded for judging her so harshly.

A flash of embarrassment crossed Qiu Qing-shi’s eyes. She reached out to accept it.

Inside the office, Yao Xiang-yi, after making sure the door was properly closed, picked up her phone and started taking selfies. She took two: one of the red and purple lump on her forehead, and one of the teeth marks on the back of her hand.

After taking the photos, she sent them to her father-in-law, Qiu Fu-gui.

Sugar Daddy Yao Bābā: 【Dad, Qing-shi hit me [crying][crying]】

Sugar Daddy Yao Bābā: 【[Don’t worry, I’ll be fine after crying for a month.jpg]】

The chat box showed “The other party is typing…” at the top.

Rich and Powerful: 【[Shocked, silent men and tearful women.jpg]】

Rich and Powerful: 【[angry][angry][angry][angry]】

Then, a voice message came: “She has completely defied the heavens! Not only is she unrepentant, but she’s escalating things! Yi-yi, you’ve been wronged! Don’t cry. This time, I’m definitely going to skin her alive!”

Mission accomplished. Yao Xiang-yi expressed her gratitude to Qiu Fu-gui.

【Innocent Loli reminds you: Sweetness Value +1】

Yao Xiang-yi: ???

She walked over and pushed the door open, surprised by Bai Meng-zhao’s presence.

Bai Meng-zhao and Qin Chun, however, were more surprised by the injury on her head.

Oh my god.

The S&M was too intense! She got hurt!!!