Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 4

Yao Xiangyi was an old-fashioned person, busy all day long, so how could she watch things like that?

Qiu Qing Shi grew more irritated. She switched channels to Tomato TV, which was re-broadcasting a new modern drama about a group of people buying houses.

It was very inspiring and heartwarming.

The audience loved it; the popularity never faded, and the topic was highly discussed. She had watched a few episodes in the crew.

But she wasn’t in the mood to watch now.

Aunt Mi happened to bring the soup bowl over.

She said thank you, picked up the spoon, and took a sip. The goji berries were incredibly fresh and sweet, and the lotus seeds melted in her mouth.

People say good food can improve one’s mood, but her agitated mood didn’t subside at all.

The sudden sadness was clearly seen by Aunt Mi.

She advised gently, “Couples shouldn’t let the sun set on their anger. After an argument, you should make up, or it will hurt your relationship.”

Aunt Mi was cleaning the living room that day when Qiu Qing Shi and Yao Xiangyi argued, and she listened, utterly terrified.

The two had never argued like this since they married. She wanted to mediate but couldn’t find a chance to interject, so she could only worry.

Qiu Qing Shi looked down and only uttered one word: “En.” Her dark, long, curled eyelashes were like fluttering butterfly wings.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she asked, “Has anyone else come to the house?”

For example… a mistress.

Aunt Mi replied, “Assistant Qin came this morning.”

“Besides her?”

“No one else,” Aunt Mi lowered her voice and changed the subject, saying mysteriously, “Xiangyi has been strange this week. She doesn’t go to the company, doesn’t like to talk to people, and stays home all day, doing nothing but watching TV dramas.”

Qiu Qing Shi’s eyes were filled with surprise: “Did she say she was feeling unwell?”

Aunt Mi shook her head: “No, she’s been perfectly fine. Oh, right, she went out yesterday afternoon.”

“To do what?”

“To get her hair done.”

She remembered a famous female celebrity’s affair with a certain rapper three years ago.

Netizens humorously referred to it as—getting one’s hair done.

Ugh, headache.

She couldn’t help but frown, raising a hand to rub her temple.

“Aunt Mi, I need to go out.” As she spoke, she placed the soup bowl on the coffee table.

“You only had two sips.” Aunt Mi chased her to the door. “Finish it before you go.”

Qiu Qing Shi put her high heels back on: “No, I’m in a hurry. Save it for me to drink when I come back tonight.”

Before her voice even faded, she had already entered the elevator.

Aunt Mi stood there dumbfounded: These two… are getting weirder than each other.

Qin Chun was truly overwhelmed today. Since Yao Xiangyi wasn’t coming to the company, she had to deal with all the difficult people and matters that came her way.

This director, that vice president, and back-to-back meetings to preside over—she didn’t even have time to buy a new phone.

The sun was setting, dusk was rising, and employees were clocking out one after another, but she wasn’t so lucky. She still had to stay in the CEO’s office to organize several important documents and contracts so that she could smoothly hand them over when Yao Xiangyi finally arrived tomorrow.

She rubbed her hands anxiously, like a fly, waiting for the computer to boot up. Then she logged into WeChat and, as expected, saw the message from Qiu Qing Shi—

[What exactly is going on?]

The message was sent only fifty-five seconds before.

Oh no, I didn’t reply to Madam’s message all day. Will Madam fire me from her fan club in a fit of rage?

She quickly organized her thoughts, trying to use the most concise language to explain the misunderstanding that she had caused.

Her fingertips trembled with nervousness, hitting the keyboard clumsily…

Chinese characters popped into the input box one by one…

She wrote halfway, thought it was too wordy, deleted it all, and started over…

Just as she typed the words “Madam,” a black crocodile-skin handbag landed on her desk.

The bag was delicate and small, decorated with a lightning-shaped metal inlay—antique and elegant yet trendy—a Prada Spring/Summer 2020 new model, worth a fortune.

A hand rested on the bag, with fair, slender, and distinctly articulated fingers.

Following the hand upwards, who could it be but Qiu Qing Shi!

Qin Chun froze, and “Swoosh!” she stood up: “Madam!”

Qiu Qing Shi had guessed she was working overtime at the company and drove over to find her, determined to get a clear answer about the day’s events.

She took off her sunglasses, glanced sideways at Qin Chun, and turned to enter Yao Xiangyi’s office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was already dark, a lively scene of lights coming on everywhere.

Qiu Qing Shi stood by the window with her arms crossed, her expression unhappy. In the dim light, her waist looked especially soft and graceful.

Qin Chun knew she was in the wrong and explained: “Madam, it’s a misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding. CEO Yao has no mistress at all. I… I made a mistake.”

Qiu Qing Shi clearly didn’t believe her: “Did she buy you off?”

“No, no, no! I’m your die-hard fan! I would never switch sides!” Qin Chun swore by raising three fingers. Her movement was too hurried, and a large portion of the tea spilled out, scalding her thigh painfully.

Qiu Qing Shi didn’t let up: “Why didn’t you reply to my message all day?”

“My phone broke.”

Qiu Qing Shi sneered: “How convenient.”

The phone broke right after she had reported the mistress.

Qin Chun quickly said: “Don’t worry, Madam, I’ll go buy a new one right away. I will definitely continue to complete the task you assigned me and will not let you down.”

You’ve already betrayed me, how dare I still have expectations for you?

Qiu Qing Shi’s patience ran out. She paced over to Qin Chun, smoothed her long hair over her shoulder, and said one word at a time: “I want all the information on that mistress within two days.”

Her voice was clear and soft but full of silent authority.

Qin Chun was desperate.

Wuu, where am I supposed to find a mistress for you?!

“Madam, CEO Yao is truly innocent.”

Before the words were fully out, Qiu Qing Shi had already swept past her.

Qin Chun was deeply frustrated. She hurried to chase after her, spreading her arms to block her path.

“Madam, you have to believe me. I definitely haven’t betrayed you. CEO Yao really doesn’t have a mistress.”

Qiu Qing Shi hung her handbag on her wrist, her expression calm and unruffled: “Move.”

Qin Chun decided to make one last effort to save her idol. She gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, saying, “She just wants to divorce you, that’s all!”

Boom!!!

A thunderbolt struck Qiu Qing Shi’s head!!

The surroundings fell into endless silence.

Qin Chun saw she looked unwell and tentatively waved five fingers in front of her eyes: “Madam… are you okay?”

Qiu Qing Shi pushed her hand away, her molars grinding loudly: “If she doesn’t have a mistress, how can she divorce me?!?!”

Qin Chun: “…”

A genius of logic.

Fu Meng Mansion was built twenty years ago, and the Yao family’s old house was inside. It was only a thirty-minute drive from the company building. Qiu Qing Shi left the company and drove straight there without a moment’s delay.

The gatekeeper recognized her car, opened the barrier, and let her through directly.

The roads inside the mansion were wide. It was April, and the French plane trees by the roadside were gradually sprouting. The new, tender leaves, even in the night, showed a thin, fragile green.

Qiu Qing Shi drove all the way in, turned the steering wheel, and stopped in front of an iron art gate.

Coincidentally, a car was coming out of the gate—it was Yao Xiangyi’s car, a Maybach 65S.

Qiu Qing Shi raised an eyebrow.

Finally, I’ve caught this cheating dog!!

She decisively got out of the car.

Fiercely, she rolled up her sleeves.

She waited for Uncle Da Bao, the housekeeper, to open the iron gate.

Unexpectedly, the Maybach suddenly started reversing, at a speed of at least eighty miles per hour.

Uncle Da Bao, who was opening the door: “…………”

He looked at the Maybach, then at Qiu Qing Shi.

He immediately understood the situation.

Upholding the traditional Chinese virtue of “sharing fortune,” he pulled out his phone and sent a message to the “Yao Family Loyal Servants Work Group.”

[Madam is committing domestic violence against CEO Yao, live to see! Come watch quickly [Dog Head]]

The loyal servants responded one after another—

[I don’t believe it. Madam is Hai Shi’s recognized number one socialite. Although cold, she is respectful and courteous. She wouldn’t do this. I’m a luosifen (snail noodle) fan, and my idol is perfect.]

[I don’t believe it either [Man’s mouth is a lying ghost.jpg]]

[If there’s domestic violence, it would be our CEO Yao against Madam, after all, she’s ‘Human Devil CEO Yao.’]

[+1]

[+10086]

[You must be trying to trick us into coming out to help you sweep the floor again.]

[It’s true, Uncle Da Bao didn’t lie to you. I’m just washing the fountain pool in the garden. Wait, I’ll take a video for you.]

[[Video]]

The video quality was a bit blurry, and the image was shaking badly, clearly a sneak peek.

But it didn’t affect viewing.

Qiu Qing Shi was seen pressing forward step by step. Her thin high heels created the momentum of a fierce tiger. The Maybach reversed several circles in the yard and was finally forced into a corner, with nowhere left to retreat.

Two seconds later, Yao Xiangyi got out of the back seat. Before she could stand steady, Qiu Qing Shi swung the handbag in her hand towards her…

The loyal servants: [W.T.F.!!!!!!]

Yao Xiangyi was quick-witted, raising her hand to catch the “weapon” thrown at her. She realized it was the season’s new handbag she had given Qiu Qing Shi last month.

To show sincerity, she had specially instructed Qin Chun to take a two-hour flight to the Hengdian film crew and respectfully hand it to her.

Yao Xiangyi’s eyes were slightly cold: “I really spoiled you.”

Qiu Qing Shi suddenly froze there, surprised that Yao Xiangyi had changed her appearance after not seeing her for a few months.

The face was still the same, but the bangs and glasses were gone.

Her long hair was dyed black-tea color, hanging straight behind her shoulders, emitting a soft, faint light under the bright moon and starry sky, making her entire face look clear and gentle.

“You used to… not like to dress up,” Qiu Qing Shi said.

Speaking of this, Yao Xiangyi was immediately infuriated.

Was it that she didn’t like to dress up? It was because she hadn’t awakened before, and her perfectly good face was ruined by that dog-of-an-author, Wu De Wu Neng.

The System had said that the dog-of-an-author’s setting for her was “Ugly, Strong, and Miserable.”

The reason was simple—the vicious female supporting character generally couldn’t be prettier than the female lead.

Yao Xiangyi: “Not liking it before doesn’t mean not liking it now.”

Qiu Qing Shi scoffed: “That’s right. A woman dresses up for the one who pleases her.”

Yao Xiangyi: “???”

Qiu Qing Shi took three deep breaths and forced a smile: “Tell me, who is that mistress!!”

“You want to divorce me for her, don’t you!!”

Yao Xiangyi: “?????????”

Uncle Da Bao and the loyal servants who rushed over to watch the battle: What the heck!!!!

Is CEO Yao getting a new wife?!

Sure enough, rich people are all scumbags!!