Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 47

There is no one better than the Boss; a child with a Boss is like a treasure.

Qiu Qing Shi loved this feeling of being spoiled and cherished by Yao Xiang Yi as the apple of her eye.

Especially tonight, when the pampering was displayed for the whole world to see, simultaneously showing off their affection.

She undressed by the bed. Yao Xiang Yi’s pajamas were stacked on the bedside table, a simple style in a deep blue-green.

Qiu Qing Shi grabbed them, buried her head inside, and inhaled. The fresh scent of laundry detergent, mixed with Yao Xiang Yi’s unique aroma of bergamot orange and gardenia, made her inexplicably excited.

She recalled a saying: “To see if someone loves you, look at whether they are willing to spend money on you.”

So, Yao Xiang Yi must be hopelessly in love with her, right?

She pressed the pajamas to her heart, as if intimately embracing Yao Xiang Yi, her eyes curving in a smile.

Happiness spread in her heart. She bounced onto the bed and rolled around, looking like a child who had received candy.

Tired of rolling, she lay supine on the pillow, evening out her breathing. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead.

What is the Boss doing right now? she wondered.

She sprang out of bed, put on Yao Xiang Yi’s pajamas, then lay back down, propped the pillow upright, and leaned against it.

Only then did she use her fingerprint to unlock her phone, checking if Yao Xiang Yi had sent any messages. Wuwu, no. No WeChat, and no text messages either.

Qiu Qing Shi refused to give up and looked in her Weibo direct messages. She checked both her main and alternate accounts, but still nothing.

She was a little disappointed, blaming Yao Xiang Yi for being insensitive. After sending a gift, shouldn’t she strike while the iron was hot and rush to coax her? Say a few sweet words, build a convenient staircase for her, and once she stepped down, the incident would be over.

Then, she reconsidered. Yao Xiang Yi was a CEO, used to being arrogant. Publicly showering her with embarrassing compliments was already the lowest stance she could take, a touch on her bottom line. There was no reason to ask her to stoop any lower.

Fine. Since the Boss has taken one step toward me, I’ll complete the remaining ninety-nine steps.

Qiu Qing Shi twirled a lock of long hair around her finger, assuming the air of a noble person overlooking a petty quarrel, her head held high, the posture of an arrogant queen.

The Queen’s fingertip lightly touched the screen, deftly navigating the keyboard a few times, then clicking send.

A simple three words: [你回來] (You come back). This was neither overtly cold nor overly intimate, ensuring Yao Xiang Yi could not accurately grasp her emotions.

Although she had forgiven Yao Xiang Yi, she couldn’t make it too obvious. Otherwise, Yao Xiang Yi would think she was the type of woman who could be appeased with just three hundred million yuan.

Therefore, she had to carefully manage the degree of her communication.

After sending the message, she stared at the note above the screen, waiting for it to change to “The other party is typing…”

She waited for one minute…

She waited for two minutes…

She waited for three minutes…

After waiting for a full ten minutes, there was no change. Qiu Qing Shi blinked her dry eyes, put the phone down by her leg, and comforted herself that it was too late and the Boss was probably asleep.

But she couldn’t sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the magnificent sight of the RIVA yacht. Ah, she must throw a birthday party on the yacht, inviting all her superficial girlfriends to play and open their eyes to see how well she married.

Speak of the devil, and the devil arrives.

Her superficial girlfriends seemed to have telepathic connection with her and mentioned her in their group chat.

Girlfriend 1: [Qing Qing, Yao Xiang Yi must love you so much. I envy you.]

Girlfriend 2: [Did the yacht arrive? Remember to invite us to ride it.]

Girlfriend 3: [We tried to stop you from marrying right after college, saying you married too early and might regret it later. Alas, now I see you really married well.]

Girlfriend 4: [In the future, my husband must be someone like Yao Xiang Yi.]

That last comment was quite malicious.

Yao Xiang Yi was unique. Wouldn’t using her as a standard for picking a partner lead to being lonely in old age?

Or did Girlfriend 4 secretly want Yao Xiang Yi herself?

Heh. Was it appropriate to say such things right to her face?

Qiu Qing Shi rolled her eyes, knowing full well that these women were “like a weasel paying a New Year’s call to the chicken—they have no good intentions.”

She was in a good mood and didn’t bother to argue, replying: [Sounds great. I’ll make time soon, and we can all get together on the yacht.]

She then separately mentioned Girlfriend 4.

InvincibleCutieQiu: [Smile while I’m still smiling; you know when to stop.jpg]

Girlfriend 4: …

Qiu Qing Shi immediately went offline and found her handbag in the living room, pulling out Director Zhou Meng De’s script.

The name was a single word with a strong Jianghu (martial arts world) flavor, called Duó Biāo (Seizing the Escort/Dart).

It tells the story of dart masters (bodyguards) and dart pursuers vying for a single “dart” (the package being escorted).

This “dart” was a person, known in the Jianghu as Fourth Miss.

She was originally the daughter of the current Imperial Minister. Twenty-five years ago, the Crown Prince killed his father and ascended the throne as the new Emperor. Her father fiercely condemned his patricide, leading to a literary inquisition that implicated three generations of their clan.

On the night the officers broke down the door, her mother was giving birth. Her father stood in the front courtyard with his sword, leading the household retainers to resist to the death.

Blades clashed, and blood stained the sky.

The moment her father’s throat was slit, her mother gave birth to her. She entrusted the midwife to take her out the back door and deliver her to the General’s residence.

Afterward, her mother rushed to the front courtyard and committed suicide beside her father’s corpse, buying time for the midwife’s escape.

Although the midwife was a woman who couldn’t bear responsibility, she was compassionate. Escorted by the retainers, she secretly escaped the Minister’s mansion.

It was raining heavily. The midwife tightened the small cotton quilt wrapped around the baby. She dodged and stumbled her way along, only reaching the General’s residence as dawn broke.

The General was thirty-seven and also titled the Marquis of Zhenbei, the same age as her father.

Twenty years ago, one was the top military scholar and the other the top literary scholar. Serving in the same court and being similar in age, they gradually became close friends.

The General, unable to prevent her father’s death, felt guilt. He secretly took her in and raised her as his own daughter.

From then on, she became the Fourth Miss of the General’s residence, and the General became her adoptive father.

However, everything was an illusion.

Her adoptive father secretly cultivated a group of assassins, and she was trained as one of them, becoming the leader of the death squad.

Her adoptive father said she must lead them to avenge her father, a mission she was unswervingly committed to.

Finally, on a certain night of thunder and rain, her adoptive father led his troops to invade the palace. With thousands of soldiers and horses roaring across the land, she volunteered to serve as the vanguard, breaking through the defenses and charging into the main hall, where she decapitated the new Emperor.

After this, things changed.

Her adoptive father successfully seized control of the realm but framed her with the grave crime of assassinating the sovereign.

It turned out that her adoptive father was the culprit behind her father’s death.

When the new Emperor ascended the throne, his rule was unjustified, and the relentless criticism of the populace made him miserable. Her adoptive father suggested killing a chicken to scare the monkeys; her father was the unfortunate “chicken” chosen.

The death squad was merely part of her adoptive father’s conspiracy. He had long been maneuvering and plotting, coveting the throne.

In his eyes, she was merely a chess piece, rendered worthless once placed on the board.

She became the court’s most wanted criminal, hiding and fleeing for her life.

The high bounty set the world’s dart pursuers in motion, hunting her day and night.

To survive, she gathered the most formidable dart masters in the land to escort her to the Nanzhao Kingdom, located in the Southwest.

The two forces were irreconcilable.

Thus, the thrilling story officially began.

The martial arts world was in turmoil because of her.

Meanwhile, she quietly embarked on the road back to the capital…

“A fantastic script.” Qiu Qing Shi read it with utter delight.

It had good pacing, tight, engaging plot points, and a particularly novel story. Dart pursuers and dart masters were both highly mysterious professions, and placing them on the same stage instantly created sparks.

She had a habit of highlighting her own lines with a fluorescent pen when reading a script. Unable to find one in the room, she went to the study and found a fine-tipped pen.

The ink in the cartridge was only half full; the other half had been used by Yao Xiang Yi.

Using her wife’s pen, wearing her wife’s pajamas, and sleeping in her wife’s bed… She had to admit, it was quite romantic.

Qiu Qing Shi picked up her phone again. Seeing that Yao Xiang Yi still hadn’t replied, she felt a slight disappointment.

But she was highly motivated. She decided to accept this drama and become CEO Yao’s little money-making whiz.

She lay back on the bed, uncapped the pen, highlighted her lines, read them once more, then turned off the light and went to sleep. She didn’t sleep peacefully. She turned over, grabbed a pillow, and hugged it, substituting it for Yao Xiang Yi’s warm embrace.

As Qiu Qing Shi expected, Yao Xiang Yi was indeed asleep. After updating Weibo the day before, the lingering effect of the wine brought on an overwhelming sleepiness that she couldn’t resist. She simply slept on the sofa, she and Chi Gu Yuan occupying one end each, sleeping foot-to-foot.

Chi Gu Yuan was a terrible sleeper, sprawled out messily, her leg draped over Yao Xiang Yi’s stomach, making it difficult for Yao Xiang Yi to breathe.

Yao Xiang Yi sat up, her bad temper flaring. She lightly but firmly kicked her.

Chi Gu Yuan angrily denounced her evil deed: “Why are you always bullying me?”

“Because I am your Boss.”

That answer was faultless, leaving Chi Gu Yuan unable to refute. She ran up to the second-floor bedroom, crying, hoping a lie-in would soothe her wounded little heart.

Yao Xiang Yi ignored her. Her phone had been on standby all night, draining the battery completely. She plugged in the charging cable and turned to go shower in the bathroom.

Chi Gu Yuan was a wild horse who hated being controlled. There were no maids or nannies at home, so Yao Xiang Yi didn’t even dream of a hot breakfast. She grabbed a carton of cold milk from the refrigerator to fill her stomach.

Sigh.

She lamented how pitiful she was.

Yesterday, she woke up with her fragrant, soft wife resting in the crook of her arm. Today… she was only accompanied by a carton of iced milk.

The psychological gap was vast.

She bit the straw, walked around the open kitchen, and returned to the living room to get her phone.

With power, the phone automatically turned on. There was a small red dot on Qiu Qing Shi’s profile picture. A flicker of joy appeared in Yao Xiang Yi’s eyebrows.

She quickly tapped open the chat box.

Yao Xiang Yi was a little excited. She cleared her throat and sent a voice message: [Darling, I’m at Gu Yuan’s house. I slept at her place last night.]

She waited, but Qiu Qing Shi didn’t reply. She glanced at the time—a quarter past seven—and guessed Qiu Qing Shi hadn’t woken up yet. She had no choice but to take care of other matters first. She ordered Qin Chun to fetch a few sets of clothes from the riverside mansion and deliver them to the semi-mountain villa.

Then, she instructed her driver to come pick up both of them to head to the company.

As soon as she passed through the revolving door of Jing Hong Building, the receptionist cheerily greeted her, saying enthusiastically: [CEO Yao, Madam has been here for a long time.]

She was surprised and delighted, but suddenly remembered something.

She pulled the receptionist aside and asked earnestly, “Did she… bring a rolling pin with her?”

The receptionist: What is she talking about????