Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 39

At this moment, Qiu Qingshi’s smile was filled with deep sweetness and happiness. Yao Xiangyi felt that this smile gave her infinite expectation and infinite strength. These two feelings intertwined and churned in her chest, traveling along the blood vessels throughout her body, exciting every muscle.

Qiu Qingshi blinked her long, slender eyelashes, her clean eyes holding a smile, and she praised: “Daddy, you are the best Daddy in the whole world~”

Yao Xiangyi was so aroused by the sound of “Daddy” that her blood boiled. She tickled Qiu Qingshi’s armpit, flipped over again, pulled the blanket, and covered the impending inappropriate activities.

Thinking of the exertion from last night, Qiu Qingshi was still apprehensive: “Daddy, you have to go to work now, or where will you get the money to buy the yacht and the jet?”

Yao Xiangyi grabbed her little hands, pressed them over her head, and forbade her from moving around: “I’ll make it quick.”

Since force didn’t work, she had to try gentleness. Qiu Qingshi, gathering her emotions, let out a cat-like whimper: “I’m tired, and I’m still a little sore. Last night, you—”

She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes misting over with a sheen of water, mixed with a hint of petulant anger.

The shift in emotion was too swift; Yao Xiangyi saw through her acting and wasn’t falling for it.

Qiu Qingshi lamented sadly: “Daddy works so hard and needs a way to vent. It’s okay, Daddy, as long as you’re happy, I’ll endure the pain.”

Since the words had reached this point, if Yao Xiangyi were to press on, it would be heartless.

She made a face as if she had a toothache and compromised: “Fine, have it your way, have it your way.”

“Daddy is the best.” Qiu Qingshi wrapped her arms around Yao Xiangyi’s neck, struggling actively like a fish.

Yao Xiangyi clicked her tongue, finding it strange that Qiu Qingshi was generally steady and self-possessed outside, but with her, she acted spoiled, playfully naughty, and joked around.

“I really am spoiling you rotten.”

Qiu Qingshi acted innocent after gaining the advantage: “It must be because you love me too much, Daddy.”

Yao Xiangyi’s unscrupulous business nature emerged: “Then shouldn’t I be getting some repayment?”

Qiu Qingshi signaled for Yao Xiangyi to lean in: “Tonight, I’ll come to keep Daddy company again.”

Yao Xiangyi’s face lit up as if it were springtime: “Little mischief-maker, you are the naughtiest!”

“Does Daddy like it?”

Yao Xiangyi softened her tone: “I love it, absolutely.”

What followed was a flurry of flirtatious bantering and sweet nothings.

Qiu Qingshi reminded Yao Xiangyi again to go to work.

With her wife’s encouraging push, Yao Xiangyi had no choice but to pull herself away from the indulgence and dive into the bathroom to shower.

Qiu Qingshi, meanwhile, called room service to send up breakfast.

Qiu Qingshi was, after all, a public figure, and having a neck full of hickeys was not something she wanted people to see. She simply asked the waiter to leave the cart by the door.

Peeking through the peephole to confirm the waiter had left, she opened the door, pushed the cart in, and placed the exquisite food items one by one on the table. After everything was ready, she hurried into the bathroom.

“Daddy, breakfast is ready.”

Yao Xiangyi was already in her bathrobe. There were four striking red scratch marks on her lower back—souvenirs left by Qiu Qingshi last night.

The two made eye contact and smiled.

Qiu Qingshi clung to the door frame like a child who had done something wrong: “Tonight, I’ll control myself.”

Yao Xiangyi smiled without speaking, grabbed a towel, and wiped the water droplets hanging off her calves.

Seeking to make amends, Qiu Qingshi stepped forward, twisted open the toothpaste cap, squeezed a small amount onto the toothbrush, and presented it to Yao Xiangyi as if offering a royal decree.

Yao Xiangyi put the toothbrush in her mouth and went outside to get dressed: “I’ll be late; I’ll skip breakfast.”

Qiu Qingshi stopped her from dressing, carried the clothes to the window, and confirmed there wasn’t a single wrinkle. Only then did she peel them off the hanger, shake them out, and personally help Yao Xiangyi put them on: “Then at least drink the milk.”

Yao Xiangyi waved her hand: “I’ve already brushed my teeth.”

“How many times have I told you that you must eat breakfast? Do you do this when you’re filming on set too?”

“Occasionally, I guess.”

Qiu Qingshi clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, her eyebrows twitching and furrowing together: “You think you’re being reasonable, huh?”

Yao Xiangyi took the toothbrush out of her mouth and kissed her face, covering her in foam: “I’ll remember next time.”

Qiu Qingshi pulled a tissue to wipe her face: “You’re moving back home tonight.”

Yao Xiangyi paused: “I’m quite comfortable staying here. I’m not moving.”

Qiu Qingshi crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can: “A few days ago, you were constantly complaining about wanting to go home, and now you don’t want to? What, is it free and easy outside? Have you gone wild playing around?”

Yao Xiangyi went into the bathroom to rinse her mouth: “I’m afraid your dad will pressure us to have children. He’s too chatty.”

Qiu Fugui (Qiu Qingshi’s father) was an honest man, but excessively so, which made him stubborn. He wouldn’t give up until he had metaphorically smashed his head against a wall.

Ever since he handed the company over to Qiu Qingshi’s older brother, Qiu Mo, last year, Qiu Fugui had started his bored retirement, and his desire for grandchildren had grown increasingly intense.

Qiu Qingshi leaned against the wash basin, her eyes clearly scrutinizing: “Didn’t you beg me to have two yesterday? You lied to me again.”

“It’s not lying; it’s called coaxing you to be happy.”

Qiu Qingshi let out a couple of hums: “I’m naive, so I fall for your tricks every time you coax me.”

And she was even tricked into going to bed, where she was completely devoured.

Fearing she would escalate the issue, Yao Xiangyi brought up work: “Has Director Zhou told you that he wants to cast you in his new work?”

Qiu Qingshi lowered her head and fiddled with her hands: “Hmm, he mentioned it to Sutila, and the script has also been delivered.”

Yao Xiangyi picked up her eyebrow pencil and drew her brows in the mirror. Her brow shape was excellent, requiring only two simple strokes to add spirit: “Director Zhou’s films lean towards commercial success but also maintain his personal style. It suits you.”

Qiu Qingshi’s early films were mostly aimed at winning awards. She had acted in two literary films—one about the tender affection between a father and daughter, and one about lesbian love. She had also done costume political dramas and Republican-era spy thrillers, known for their magnificent scale and lavish sets.

Of course, the reason for this was related to Yao Xiangyi.

Jinghong Entertainment had been established for over ten years, and its early operations were not ideal. Its artists successively defected, and its invested film and television projects repeatedly flopped, until Yao Xiangyi took over.

For the better development of the company, Yao Xiangyi naturally hoped the company would have reputable artists and works. Thus, as soon as Qiu Qingshi’s contract with her former agency expired, she joined Jinghong Entertainment.

That year, she had not yet reached A-list status, and her team worked together, dedicated to helping her reach the top.

But she disregarded her team’s objections and switched to taking on literary films to help Jinghong Entertainment win awards.

This was a risky path. The entertainment industry changes rapidly, full of hidden dangers. New talents emerge like bamboo shoots after the rain. If the path she took didn’t work out, there would be no place waiting for her to return to.

Therefore, Yao Xiangyi spoiled and understood her, not just out of love, but also out of gratitude, and she was unwilling for Qiu Qingshi to continually make sacrifices for their family and marriage.

“Director Zhou sincerely invited you. If you like it, take it. I’ll ask Sutila to submit the script to the editorial department for review.” Yao Xiangyi left the bathroom and headed out.

Qiu Qingshi had only accepted an advertisement and a charity gala this month, so she was indeed idle. But if she actually went to the film set, she would worry about that little girl, Bai Mengzhao.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Yao Xiangyi; it was that she didn’t trust Bai Mengzhao. Oddly enough, the first time she saw Bai Mengzhao, her female intuition gave her a strange feeling, as if something was bound to happen between them.

Heh, what could happen between two women?

Aside from love and friendship, the only thing left was being rivals in love.

First, her heart belonged to one person; she was destined to be with Yao Xiangyi until the end of time, so love with Bai Mengzhao was impossible.

Second, in this day and age, a three-year age gap creates a generational gap; she and Bai Mengzhao were separated by two generational gaps, making it impossible to become good gays (a playful term for close female friends).

That only left being rivals in love!

If she left, wouldn’t Bai Mengzhao constantly cling to Yao Xiangyi?

“I’ll think about it,” Qiu Qingshi said absently. She looked up, but Yao Xiangyi was nowhere to be seen.

She looked around and went out to find her, just as Yao Xiangyi was grabbing her bag and reaching for the door.

Qiu Qingshi was on alert: “Drink the milk. You’re not allowed to leave if you don’t drink it.”

Yao Xiangyi’s cunning escape plan failed to materialize. With a mournful expression, she shuffled dejectedly to the dining table, accepted the milk Qiu Qingshi handed her, and chugged it down.

Her features twisted into a frown, drinking it with the tragic, heroic spirit of a warrior who says, “Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains; why should I wrap my corpse in horse hide to return home?”

Qiu Qingshi was unmoved, supervising her from the side: “Don’t leave a single drop.”

A strange number called Qiu Qingshi’s phone, causing the bedside table to buzz loudly, and the clear, pleasant ringtone echoed in the room.

Qiu Qingshi walked over, picked it up, and, as was her habit, refused to answer calls without caller ID. She swiped left and hung up.

As soon as she put it down, the second call came in.

Qiu Qingshi’s curiosity was piqued. She hesitated for a few moments, then pressed the green answer button: “Hello? Who is this?”

Bai Mengzhao’s beautiful but stammering voice came from the other end: “Hello, is this… Actress Qiu?”

Qiu Qingshi suspected it was a stalker fan: “Who are you?”

“Bai… Mengzhao.”

Qiu Qingshi mercilessly hung up.

She threw the phone back as if it were a hot potato, perfectly illustrating the phrase, “It ended before it even began.”

Yao Xiangyi asked, “Who was that?”

Qiu Qingshi lifted a pure, harmless smile: “Someone selling insurance.”

Yao Xiangyi: Why don’t I believe that?

Beep beep.

The Self-Rescue After Abandoning the Novel System came online.

[Congratulations, dear! The two original female leads have spoken on the phone. Sweetness value +1]

[When points reach ten, you will receive one spoiler reward.]

[Original female lead Bai Mengzhao harbors a White Moonlight in her heart, named Yao Xiangyi.]

Yao Xiangyi’s expression changed, turning pale then red: “Me???”

Pure-Hearted Loli, speaking in a Taiwanese accent, narrated the story with vivid emotion.

The story begins thirteen years ago.

At that time, Bai Mengzhao was ten years old. She spent all day squatting under the eaves of the orphanage, counting the leaves on an old locust tree in the center of the courtyard.

One day, a shiny, bright car drove through the orphanage gate, and a couple in their thirties, accompanied by a young girl, stepped out.

The girl was their daughter, who was Yao Xiangyi.

Bai Mengzhao saw her immediately: thick, straight bangs and big, black-rimmed glasses—so ugly. She captured all of Bai Mengzhao’s attention.

People who came to the orphanage generally fell into two categories: those bringing warmth and those selecting children for adoption.

The director had taught them that no matter the category, they should eagerly step forward, try their best to perform, and increase their chances of being adopted.

Bai Mengzhao liked the orphanage and didn’t want to be adopted, so she continued to squat there and count leaves, making her stand out as quite different.

Yao Xiangyi, the young mistress of Jinghong Group, was there to do her small part for the group’s Public Welfare and Charity Foundation, accompanying her parents to bring warmth.

She patted the dress, which had been stained by countless small hands, and walked toward Bai Mengzhao. Following her gaze, she looked at the old locust tree.

She asked: “Is there anything special on the tree?”

Bai Mengzhao smelled the fragrant shower gel on her.

A pleasant smell can stimulate the core of the brain. Even though Bai Mengzhao’s little brain was not yet fully developed, she was still stimulated.

The eyes she looked at Yao Xiangyi with gained a filter. In an instant, she no longer found Yao Xiangyi so ugly.

She scurried to the base of the tree, her short ponytail swinging. She picked up a beautiful, emerald-green leaf that carried an elegant fragrance, which matched Yao Xiangyi perfectly.

“Sister, this is for you.”

Yao Xiangyi hesitated repeatedly before opening her hand.

The leaf was placed in her palm, covering the delicate lines of her fate.

Yao Xiangyi asked: “Why are you giving this to me?”

Bai Mengzhao grinned: “You smell fragrant, and this also smells fragrant.”

Thus, the fragrant but “ugly” older sister remained in Bai Mengzhao’s heart forever.

Yao Xiangyi, after learning the story: The dog-of-an-author has no heart.

Just one leaf, and she became the White Moonlight that Bai Mengzhao couldn’t forget?

That was too ridiculous.

She, the wicked female supporting character who was supposed to die in an air crash in the original outline, was actually entangled in romantic relationships with both female leads? No wonder she died a terrible death.

She had to suspect that the original text contained “sand-sculpture” elements, utterly devoid of logic!

Yao Xiangyi’s blood pressure shot up. She forcefully calmed herself and said: [So, what do I do next?]

Pure-Hearted Loli giggled flirtatiously: [Pursue Bai Mengzhao and make her fall completely in love with you.]

Yao Xiangyi: “?????????”

[Qiu Qingshi will tear me to shreds!!!]

[It’s required by the plot, dear~]

[Was I really that much of a scumbag in the original outline?]

[No, dear. In the original outline, Bai Mengzhao fell in love with you on her own initiative.]