Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 19

Yao Xiang-yi noticed their gazes. She awkwardly raised her hand to rub the swollen lump, giving Qiu Qing-shi a look full of reproach.

To Qin Chun and Bai Meng-zhao, however, the look seemed deeply affectionate.

Qin Chun coughed twice uncomfortably.

Bai Meng-zhao nervously tugged at the corner of her shirt, the recent image of them engaging in S&M on the office desk still vivid in her mind.

“Actress Qiu, President Yao,” she said meekly, “I have classes at school, so I won’t bother you any longer. I should head back.”

Qiu Qing-shi was eager for her to leave, yet remained polite. She infused a hint of warmth into her cool voice: “I’ve received the item. Please don’t worry about the incident too much; what’s past is past.”

She had Qin Chun retrieve a pen and a piece of paper, wrote down a phone number, and handed it to Bai Meng-zhao.

“This is my contact information. If you need to find me in the future, you don’t need to disturb President Yao.”

Bai Meng-zhao’s eyes instantly lit up. She inhaled sharply and held her breath, her chest swelling with excitement.

For a moment, she couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality.

She looked at Qiu Qing-shi, then at the piece of paper trembling slightly between her fingers.

This is the phone number of a Triple Gold Award-winning Actress…

A person who lives in textbooks just gave me her phone number…

AAAAHHHHHHHH—

Bai Meng-zhao was screaming internally.

“Thank you, Actress Qiu!”

Her thanks were quite stirring, comparable to a poetry recitation.

Qiu Qing-shi’s expression was calm, and she said nonchalantly: “You’re welcome.” It is my responsibility as Mrs. Yao to cut off every mistress’s contact with Yao Xiang-yi.

Qiu Qing-shi’s expression gradually relaxed. She glanced sideways at Yao Xiang-yi, giving her a meaningful look.

【Innocent Loli reminds you: The two original female leads have interacted. Sweetness Value +1. You are now three points away from accumulating ten points, which can be exchanged for a spoiler reward.】

Yao Xiang-yi’s spirits lifted immediately. With a hint of cunning in her eyes, her tone became incredibly gentle, as if luring a child: “Miss Bai, actually, Qing-shi is about to leave too. You can take her car; she’ll drop you off at school.”

Qiu Qing-shi composed her expression, her gaze sinking: “It’s not on my way.”

Bai Meng-zhao was thin-skinned, so she followed Qiu Qing-shi’s lead: “Amazing Star Tower is not far from my school. I won’t trouble Actress Qiu.”

Afraid that Yao Xiang-yi might trouble Qiu Qing-shi further, she waved goodbye to them at the appropriate moment, shouldered her backpack, and quickly ran off.

The weather was pleasant today. She was wearing a white hoodie, light blue jeans, and red skate shoes. She looked refined and graceful. Even after working in the entertainment industry for a while, her clear, student-like aura was refreshing.

Like a scoop of lemon ice cream on a sweltering summer day.

Yao Xiang-yi looked at her retreating figure and sighed: What a great artist. Why did Tianji Pictures sign her first?

Qiu Qing-shi couldn’t help but feel jealous, saying sourly: “What, are you reluctant to see her go?”

Yao Xiang-yi was determined to annoy her: “Yes, I am.”

Qiu Qing-shi looked incredibly wronged, pouting and digging in her heels: “I’m angry.”

Yao Xiang-yi shrugged, looking indifferent, and turned back toward the office.

Qiu Qing-shi quickly grabbed a bit of her shirt hem, her mouth turning down: “Console me.”

Qin “Third Wheel” Chun, knowing her place, followed Bai Meng-zhao: “I’ll see Miss Bai off.”

The wide corridor, bathed in warm white sunlight, was instantly left with just the two of them.

Being alone always heightened the sense of intimacy.

Qiu Qing-shi wanted to escalate the intimacy. She opened her arms, like a small wild cat begging for affection: “A hug.”

The rare display of vulnerability from the high and mighty touched a soft chord in Yao Xiang-yi’s heart.

Qiu Qing-shi pressed her advantage: “A kiss works too.”

Given the choice, Yao Xiang-yi chose the hug.

But she separated immediately after just one embrace.

The body heat hadn’t even had time to fully transfer to Qiu Qing-shi.

“Stingy! Can’t you hug me a little longer?”

Yao Xiang-yi: “No.”

Her rejection was clean and decisive, much like Qiu Qing-shi’s refusal to drive Bai Meng-zhao back to school.

The CEO’s tolerance was as small as the eye of a needle.

Seeing that she was completely immune to her tactics, Qiu Qing-shi was too lazy to try the beauty trap again. But the moment she noticed the large lump on Yao Xiang-yi’s head, she felt shame and guilt wash over her. She straightened Yao Xiang-yi’s collar, her voice as soft as the night breeze: “Don’t go out for social engagements tonight. Come home early. I’ll make you something delicious.”

With that, she stole a kiss on Yao Xiang-yi’s cheek.

After all, they were still a couple. Yao Xiang-yi closed her eyes and nodded, accepting the truce. She even considerately walked her to the parking lot.

Returning home, it was nearing dusk. The golden-red sun hung peacefully in the western sky.

Qiu Qing-shi ushered Aunt Mi out of the kitchen: “Let me make dinner tonight.”

Aunt Mi, as expected, had gone to the supermarket. Bags of groceries were piled up by the kitchen door, needing to be sorted.

Aunt Mi smiled cheerfully: “Alright, you cook, and I’ll put the new vegetables and fruits in the fridge.”

Qiu Qing-shi beamed. She tied her hair back in a low ponytail, put on an apron, and heated the oil in the pan. She was unhurried and expertly composed the entire time.

To capture a person’s heart, one must first capture their stomach.

Although Yao Xiang-yi still harbored resentment over Qiu Qing-shi’s supposed infidelity and treated her coldly, her cooking skills were truly exceptional.

Despite Qiu Fu-gui being a self-made entrepreneur from humble peasant origins, his wife—Qiu Qing-shi’s mother—was the most popular singer of the 1980s, beautiful with a sweet voice, known universally as the “Sweet Song Queen.”

Since Qiu Qing-shi learned to walk, her finishing school classes, costing $38,000 per session, never stopped. From international etiquette to flower arrangement and equestrianism, Qiu Qing-shi mastered everything.

Her culinary skills were the most outstanding, significantly adding to her appeal.

If Yao Xiang-yi’s parents hadn’t valued this point, they wouldn’t have rushed them to marry immediately after college graduation.

And Yao Xiang-yi had to admit, Qiu Qing-shi had a firm grip on her stomach.

The moment she stepped into the house, the aroma of food filled the air—a table full of Anhui cuisine.

Golden and Silver Hoof Chicken, Steamed Flower Mushrooms, Tiger-Skin Tofu… and Qiu Qing-shi’s best dish, Huangshan Braised Pigeon.

Aunt Mi came out with the soup, smiling cheerfully: “Go wash your hands quickly. It’s all your favorite food. Qing-shi made it specially for you. She’s been busy until now.”

After dinner, Yao Xiang-yi was thoroughly satisfied. She retired to her room and lounged on the bench at the foot of the bed. Qiu Qing-shi brewed a pot of Da Hong Pao tea and poured her a cup attentively.

“Dinner was rich; this will cleanse your palate.”

Yao Xiang-yi felt comfortable and relaxed after finishing the cup of tea and sincerely thanked Qiu Qing-shi.

Qiu Qing-shi took the teacup and placed it, along with the teapot, at the end of the bed. She then wrapped her arms around Yao Xiang-yi’s arm, cooing: “You’re not mad at me anymore, right?”

Yao Xiang-yi pretended not to hear, quietly watching TV. She had finished Meteor Shower and was now watching Another Look at Meteor Shower.

Murong Yunhai has amnesia and falls in love with the second female lead.

The second female lead also loves him deeply, even losing the use of her legs for him.

Unfortunately, Murong Yunhai remembers his past with Chu Yuxun and decisively abandons the second female lead.

What a awful male lead, playing with feelings.

Yao Xiang-yi’s eyes flickered obscurely toward Qiu Qing-shi, her whole body enveloped in a low-pressure mood.

Qiu Qing-shi, however, became very busy. She quickly ran to lock the door, then darted into the walk-in closet, emerging looking completely different.

She wore a navy-blue JK uniform, Kanto collar, crimson bow tie, and black knee-high socks.

It was the same outfit she wore that night during the nude video chat.

However, the skirt had clearly been shortened, now just covering her buttline.

The fitted waist design accentuated Qiu Qing-shi’s slender, desirable figure, which seemed too fragile to grasp.

She wore no shoes, her toes tapping lightly on the cool wooden floor, gently, like a dragonfly skimming water, determined to stir ripples in Yao Xiang-yi’s heart.

She approached Yao Xiang-yi, leaned down, circled her shoulders, and breathed onto her earlobe. Her voice was slightly hoarse, brimming with endless seduction: “Fuck me.”

Yao Xiang-yi narrowed her eyes, meeting her gaze. She asked, enunciating every word: “How much?”

The muscles around Qiu Qing-shi’s lips froze for a moment. She quickly tried to salvage the mood, throwing an infinitely flirtatious look at Yao Xiang-yi: “Market price. No haggling.”

Yao Xiang-yi: “I’m a regular customer. No discount?”

Qiu Qing-shi used her fair index finger to lift Yao Xiang-yi’s chin: “A five percent discount. How about that?”

Yao Xiang-yi continued the playful negotiation: “Can I get a better deal if I buy a year’s worth?”

Qiu Qing-shi pushed her down: “No.”

Yao Xiang-yi propped herself up on her elbows: “Sorry, you’re blocking the TV.”

Qiu Qing-shi immediately changed her tune: “Discount, discount! Buy one, get one free.”

Yao Xiang-yi extended her pinky finger, hooking it with hers.

Qiu Qing-shi, like a little mouse that had found oil, happily clung to Yao Xiang-yi, and they started rolling around on the bed.

Five minutes later, Yao Xiang-yi popped her head out from under the quilt and clicked her tongue: “No good. I don’t feel it.”

Qiu Qing-shi was already aroused, her cheeks burning hot. She exclaimed in surprise: “I’m wearing the uniform in front of you, and you don’t feel anything!”

Yao Xiang-yi shook her head: “Let’s forget it.”

She attempted to roll over and get out of bed. Qiu Qing-shi hugged her waist, not letting her leave: “Just try again! I miss you so much~”

Yao Xiang-yi fidgeted for a while: “Let’s really forget it. I’m not interested.”

The last two words were light, yet they hit Qiu Qing-shi like a heavy hammer.

She watched Yao Xiang-yi enter the bathroom, her heart heavy with worry. She opened her phone and searched on Baidu, typing the query: “What does it mean if my partner is not interested in me?”

Answer one: “It means they don’t love you anymore.”

Answer two: “They might have found someone new.”

Answer three: “They might be too tired from work, busy all day until they’re a puddle of mud. It’s normal for performance to be off or completely absent during intimacy.”

Answer four: “…………”

Every answer was valid and resonated deeply with Qiu Qing-shi, leaving her confused and utterly unsettled.

Yao Xiang-yi washed her face and emerged with water droplets still clinging to her temples. She saw Qiu Qing-shi leaning against the headboard, wrapped in the quilt, staring at her intently, her eyes deep and somber.

“Xiang-yi, let’s talk.”