Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 45

Yao Xiang Yi was once again thrown out of the house. She was satisfied with this result; at least she had escaped completely unharmed.

For this, she was extremely grateful for Qiu Qing Shi’s mercy.

Qiu Qing Shi had chased her around the living room, left three circles and right three circles, wielding a rolling pin, yet she hadn’t injured her.

Otherwise, why, among thousands of socialites, was Qiu Qing Shi considered the most distinguished?

That breadth of mind, that demeanor.

It was truly admirable.

Finally, Qiu Qing Shi grew tired of chasing. She pointed the rolling pin toward the door and, in a gracious and refined tone, said, “You have three seconds to vanish from my sight.”

Yao Xiang Yi thanked her for sparing her life. In less than three seconds, she flashed out of the suite. She left in such a hurry that she didn’t bring her phone or wallet.

She wanted to turn back to retrieve them, but her courage failed her.

Having just escaped the tiger’s mouth, fleeing was the priority.

She took the elevator down to the hotel lobby, borrowed the landline at the front desk, and called Chi Gu Yuan to rescue her.

She then sat down on the well-crafted genuine leather sofa in the lounge area, waiting quietly.

Brilliant, crystal-clear lights slanted down from above her, casting a layer of indifference over her face. Her legs were crossed, and her posture was elegant and relaxed.

She casually picked up a copy of the city’s evening paper from the adjacent small bookshelf, unfolded it, and leisurely began to read the political news.

She showed no sign of having just escaped domestic violence.

The only drawback was that her clothes were largely soaked, and the loose strands of hair by her temples were all damp. From a distance, she radiated a hint of temptation within the tranquility, possessing a unique charm.

Guests checking in frequently turned their heads for another look, unable to hide the brilliance of their admiration. While her fame couldn’t rival Qiu Qing Shi’s, occasionally, someone would recognize her, cover their mouth halfway, and excitedly whisper to their companion.

“That looks like Yao Xiang Yi, Qiu Qing Shi’s wife.”

“She looks even better in person than in photos, wow.”

Yao Xiang Yi has yet to officially appear in the media. All the circulating images online are candid shots taken by paparazzi. They are often taken from a distance, the lens shaking, and sometimes, with poor weather, the exposure is severely compromised, resulting in her face usually being blurred.

This fluctuating, hazy quality ironically gave her a distinct appeal.

Netizens jokingly called this the best interpretation of “distance creates beauty,” praising her beauty, which even poor image quality couldn’t obscure.

The top-rated comment was the most memorable: CEO Yao, if you don’t properly inherit the family business, you might end up in the entertainment industry relying on your looks.

It received 100,000 likes, and the comment thread below was filled with laughter.

Chi Gu Yuan, the well-known playboy of Haishi and a social butterfly of the nightlife scene, was currently partying wildly in the dance hall with a group of friends when she received Yao Xiang Yi’s call.

Yao Xiang Yi’s tone was devoid of emotion: “Hilton Hotel. Come pick me up. Immediately. Now.”

A simple sentence, clearly stating the time, place, and person, yet without losing the CEO’s aura.

Chi Gu Yuan was having fun and declined, “I’ve been drinking. I can’t drunk-drive.”

“I expect to see you within half an hour.”

“If you want loved ones to be worry-free, don’t drive after drinking.”

Yao Xiang Yi threatened sternly, “I will blacklist you.”

Chi Gu Yuan immediately said submissively, “Boss, wait for me. I’ll call a designated driver right now.”

Thirty-one minutes later, with the help of the designated driver, Chi Gu Yuan arrived at the Hilton smoothly. The smell of alcohol still hadn’t dissipated from her. She wobbled slightly as she walked. Fortunately, for easy dancing tonight, she was wearing flat white sneakers, giving her a steady base so she didn’t fall flat on her face.

She tossed her wine-red long hair and spun around in place. She found Yao Xiang Yi in the lounge area near the corner, walked past the screen, and threw herself onto Yao Xiang Yi’s lap: “Boss, I’m here to receive you.”

Yao Xiang Yi folded the newspaper, glanced at the time on her wrist, and said expressionlessly, “You’re one minute late.”

“Boss, the main thing is my sincerity in crossing mountains and rivers to pick you up late at night,” Chi Gu Yuan circled her hands over her head, forming a huge heart. “Did you feel it?”

Yao Xiang Yi found her disgusting and massaged her forehead: “Thank you for your trouble. Thank you.”

Chi Gu Yuan massaged her leg, excessively solicitous: “Serving the Boss is my duty.”

Yao Xiang Yi pushed her hand away and asked, “Are your parents home?”

“No.”

Chi Yingdi (Film Emperor Chi), Chi Gu Yuan’s father, was famously dedicated to his work, filming diligently year after year. He even bought the rights to become a producer, earning him the industry nickname “Hengdian’s Big Brother.” He spent three hundred and sixty days out of three hundred and sixty-five there. Chi Gu Yuan’s mother, who was highly attached to him, bought a house in Hengdian to conveniently look after him and lived there.

This distance was partly why Chi Gu Yuan developed her unruly personality; her parents couldn’t keep her under control.

She asked, confused, “Why are you asking?”

Yao Xiang Yi answered crisply, “I’m going to stay at your house for a few days.”

Chi Gu Yuan pulled a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck: “Why?”

Yao Xiang Yi shot her a deadly look, mimicking a villain from a drama: “Knowing too much is not good for you.”

Chi Gu Yuan instantly became timid around Yao Xiang Yi, a habit developed when they were high school classmates that she couldn’t change.

She pinched her forefinger with her thumb, put it to her lips in a zipping motion, and shut up.

Yao Xiang Yi’s riverside mansion was built on the principle of finding tranquility within the hustle and bustle. Film Emperor Chi pursued detachment and desired nothing, choosing a secluded villa on the side of Haoyue Mountain in the city suburbs.

This area was surrounded by greenery and highly private. Many public figures lived here. Yao Xiang Yi had also bought a house here. She originally considered going home to get her keys but was too afraid of the baby-making pressure from Qiu Fugui, so she chose the lesser evil, opting to stay temporarily at Chi Gu Yuan’s house.

After taking a bath and changing into a new silk nightgown belonging to Chi Gu Yuan, she felt clean and refreshed.

The warm bathwater seemed to wash away the day’s exhaustion, allowing her to relax.

She pulled open the curtains, gazing at the mountains full of sycamore and camphor trees, layered one on top of the other, with flourishing branches and leaves. The wide leaves swayed with the night breeze, shasha, shasha.

The door opened a crack, and Chi Gu Yuan peered in: “Boss, may I come in?”

Without waiting for Yao Xiang Yi’s reply, she walked in uninvited, holding a laptop, on top of which rested a tablet and a mobile phone, all ninety percent new—she spent money like water, constantly replacing new electronic products, often replacing them after only a few days of use.

“I haven’t used these much, Boss. Please make do with them. I’ll buy you new ones tomorrow.” She placed the items on the desk by the window.

Yao Xiang Yi thanked her, walked over, picked up the phone, powered it on, logged into WeChat, email, and QQ, and checked her messages.

Fortunately, most of them were unimportant. After replying to them one by one, she pulled Chi Gu Yuan to the wine cellar and selected a bottle of Huazhuang wine.

Chi Gu Yuan’s scalp jumped, and she pleaded, “My dad bought that several years ago and has never brought himself to drink it. Boss, please put it down.”

Yao Xiang Yi, being wealthy and reckless, said, “I’ll compensate you tomorrow.”

Chi Gu Yuan hooked her pinky finger with Yao Xiang Yi’s, acting petty: “Don’t forget, okay?”

Yao Xiang Yi scoffed at her.

After three rounds of wine, under Chi Gu Yuan’s persistent coaxing, Yao Xiang Yi felt the urge to confide and recounted the terrifying events of the night.

Chi Gu Yuan burped from the wine, slumped onto the sofa, and lay there stiffly. Although the alcohol had numbed her nerves, her reasoning was barely alive, and she grasped the key points with accuracy and force.

“Oh my god! Bai Meng Zhao’s text message is too ambiguous! ‘I have missed you very much,’ that’s so cheesy! But your luck is also terrible for Qiu Qing Shi to see it, ha!”

Chi Gu Yuan, fighting her foggy head, climbed up with a wicked grin, patted Yao Xiang Yi, and asked three soul-piercing questions: “Did she suspect you were having an affair outside? What was her expression then? Did she physically attack you?”

Yao Xiang Yi pushed away her gleeful face, grabbed the remaining half bottle of wine in annoyance, and gulped it down.

Taking advantage of her intoxication, she cursed the pure-hearted Loli in her heart.

Trash Jinjiang, trash System, ruining my happy life.

The pure-hearted Loli thought she was being summoned: [Darling—]

[Get lost!]

[Okay.]

The pure-hearted Loli went offline.

Yao Xiang Yi continued to rant without restraint. Once she had cursed enough, she became very dejected.

She missed Qiu Qing Shi and wanted to call her. She glanced at the sky outside the window; it was pitch black, like spilled ink.

It was too late. Qiu Qing Shi was probably asleep, so she typed a message at the bottom of the WeChat chat box: “I’m sorry, darling. I’ve been making you angry lately.”

She typed it out, then deleted it word by word.

While she was struggling, the alcohol rush hit her.

Drunk guts strengthen the CEO’s nerve. She ran to Qiu Qing Shi’s Weibo fan community and showered her with flowery compliments, forwarding and pinning the first teaser of The Phoenix Chronicle.

—@YaoXiangYiV: Anticipating the new drama. Since meeting you, all female leads in novels have had your face.

The “Blind Date CP” fans were stirred into action, grabbing their stools and rushing excitedly to the comment section to grab the front seats and devour the sweetness.

[CEO Yao, why aren’t you sleeping so late at night, running here to give us candy? [smirk][smirk] So sweet, so sweet.]

[Hahaha, she also went to the super topic and showered Sister with compliments! Go check it out quickly!!]

[Don’t go, I’ve screenshotted it. Go look at my Weibo.]

Everyone quickly switched to that blogger’s Weibo and clicked open the nine-panel image grid one by one—

[There are a hundred ways to be sweet: eating candy, cake, and thinking of you ninety-eight times.]

[God’s love started in Greece; my love for you started with you.]

[I’m going to learn to swim so we can be forever immersed in the river of love.]

[You should be listed on Taobao because you are my bǎo bèi (precious/darling).]

[I don’t want to be a CEO anymore. I want to be your woman forever.]

The Blind Date CP fans were swooning: “Ahhhh!!!”

[Mama! The last sentence is too embarrassing! I can’t control my auntie-like smile!!!]

[Ah Wei is dead, Ah Wei is repeatedly dying! CEO Yao is too good.]

[A CEO doting on her wife is the most deadly thing. [rose][rose]]

[Yao Xiang Yi shattered all my fantasies about CEOs. What happened to the promised three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts casualness?! But I f***ing love it.]

[The one upstairs: who wouldn’t love someone rich, handsome, deeply devoted, and who showers his wife with compliments!]

[Please, someone go tempt Actress Qiu! That way, Yao Xiang Yi will be mine.]

[Friend, your idea is very dangerous; you’re moving toward being a toxic fan!! The Blind Date CP can be reversed but not broken up.]

This matter quickly spread to all of Qiu Qing Shi’s fan support groups, attracting high attention and heated discussion from the night owls—

Yao Xiang Yi’s Weibo rarely contained personal posts; most were reposts of Qiu Qing Shi’s related information. When she did express longing and genuine affection, she measured it carefully, showing only two parts out of ten.

Last Christmas, she posted an update with a photo of a street window pasted with Santa Claus, writing: “You said you missed me very, very much, so I came to the city where you are.”

The location was Hengdian.

This was her most “explicit” expression of affection.

Based on all the evidence, some people put forward the opinion: Yao Xiang Yi’s style had changed drastically. Either her account was hacked, or she was possessed by a soul traveler.

This received unanimous agreement from the fans.

They discussed whether, since this was their idol’s wife, they should help report the matter and catch the dog that hacked the account.

A moment later, Qiu Qing Shi made a move—she unfollowed Yao Xiang Yi.

Netizens: “!!!!!”

Netizens: “??????”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, triggering a nationwide “Holy Crap!!”

Countless speculations came pouring in.

Employees of major entertainment accounts received calls from their bosses, demanding they rush out a long, earth-shshaking blog post overnight. The theme was to focus on Qiu Qing Shi’s “broken relationship,” “imminent divorce,” and “shattered dreams of wealthy marriage.”

The paparazzi couldn’t sit still either. They grabbed their SLR cameras and rushed toward the riverside mansion, swearing to stake out an exclusive scoop and become famous in the paparazzi circle.

Countless netizens rushed to the scene to follow the drama, frantically refreshing their Weibo pages, awaiting Yao Xiang Yi’s response.

The long night wore on, with no one sleeping.

The persistent effort paid off. Finally, Yao Xiang Yi posted a second update.

—@YaoXiangYiV: Darling, I bought the yacht, the RIVA 68’Ego. Let me know if you like it. I also pre-ordered the private jet, a Bombardier. Please don’t be angry with me.

Image attached: [Begging for forgiveness.jpg]

Hundreds of millions of netizens exploded!!

Some were flipping tables, others pulling their hair.

Ma Jingtao-style roaring flooded the screens.

F**!!! Is it the trend now to trick the dogs (netizens) in and then kill them!!!*

Does your conscience hurt!!!