Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 7

Qiu Qing Shi was, after all, in the wrong. She regretted biting Yao Xiangyi right after she did it, and her intestines were twisted with regret the moment she woke up this morning.

She spent the night half-awake, contemplating that she was Hai Shi’s number one socialite, and resorting to physical violence was beneath her dignity. Moreover, her bond with Yao Xiangyi was one of growing up together. Even if Yao Xiangyi was heartless, she couldn’t be indifferent; hurting Yao Xiangyi pained her heart.

Therefore, lunch was exceptionally rich. Not only did she cook herself, but she also made soup, simmering it for over three hours. With all the chores combined, she hadn’t left the kitchen all morning.

In short, she hadn’t rested much since Yao Xiangyi left the house.

Everything prepared, she carried the bento box and came to the company.

The moment she walked through the door, she sensed the atmosphere was off, especially the way the receptionists looked at her—a mix of surprise and slight ambiguity, bordering on suggestive. She even suspected that her own irrational fans had infiltrated the building.

The receptionists were hospitable and enthusiastic, eagerly leading the way for her, opening the private elevator, and, after escorting her in, didn’t forget to add: “The Madam and CEO Yao are truly affectionate.”

The last two words were pronounced with emphasis. But on the surface, there was nothing wrong. Qiu Qing Shi smiled faintly, closed the elevator door, and headed straight for the CEO’s office on the thirty-ninth floor.

The receptionist pulled out her phone and sent a message to the “Company BFF Group,” which had only five members—

[The Madam and CEO Yao are going to have Office Play!!]

Her friends: [[Marmot Screaming.jpg]]

Qin Chun’s workspace was right next to the office so she could be summoned by Yao Xiangyi at any time. Seeing her idol, she was delighted, rushing up to greet the Madam and tried to reach for the bento box in her hands, but Qiu Qing Shi side-stepped her.

Wuu, was I really kicked out of the Madam’s fan club?

Qin Chun drooped her head, deflated.

Qiu Qing Shi ignored her, walked straight to the office door, raised her arm, rotated her fair wrist, and curled her fingers to knock.

Halfway through the knock, her movement came to an abrupt halt.

Her clear eyes were fixed on Yao Xiangyi. She didn’t know what this person was doing, but she had a sour expression the whole time, rolling her eyes as if they cost nothing.

She found it amusing, standing there to watch carefully.

Fortunately, after rolling her eyes repeatedly, Yao Xiangyi finally noticed her. Qiu Qing Shi raised an eyebrow, her eyes searching, and teased, “What are you doing?”

Yao Xiangyi was startled, a hint of shock flashing across her expression, feeling guilty like a thief. However, she pretended to be calm on the surface. She was a generational CEO; what kind of storms hadn’t she weathered?

She offered Qiu Qing Shi a smile, placed her hand on the mouse, and closed all the web pages.

Qiu Qing Shi: I strongly suspect you were chatting or video calling with your mistress, and I’ve gathered the evidence.

Qiu Qing Shi saw through it but didn’t say anything, stepping forward one by one. Her chiffon shirt tucked into her waist wrinkled slightly with her movement.

“I specially made pigeon soup for you. Come and have a taste.” She placed the bento box on the coffee table, beckoned to Yao Xiangyi. As if she couldn’t wait, she went up, pulled Yao Xiangyi’s hand, dragged her up, and pressed her into a nearby sofa. “It’s lunchtime. Don’t always focus on work.”

As she spoke, she pouted, her tone rising, sounding playfully cross and slightly resentful, full of charm.

In the past, they were always like this—sweet and intimate, making others envious.

Yao Xiangyi didn’t overthink it, stretched herself, and relaxed her muscles and bones.

Qiu Qing Shi skillfully disassembled the bento box and set out the chopsticks and napkins. The simple meal somehow possessed the formality and elegance of a Western meal.

She picked up the soup container, took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Yao Xiangyi’s mouth: “See if it’s too hot.”

The soup had been simmered long enough. Though light, it was fresh and tempting. Yao Xiangyi preferred milder flavors, and pigeon soup was most to her taste.

She took a sip, smacked her lips, and said, “A little.”

Qiu Qing Shi scooped up another spoonful, not rushing to feed her, bowed her head and blew on it: “Try again.”

Yao Xiangyi complied obediently.

Qiu Qing Shi asked with concern, “Still hot?”

“Just right, not hot.”

Qiu Qing Shi’s voice was clear and soft: “Then have another sip.”

As she spoke, she moved a few inches closer to Yao Xiangyi, nearly cheek-to-cheek.

Qin Chun, who had just eaten a mouthful of dog food (slang for public display of affection), quietly pulled the door shut for them.

“Does your ear still hurt?” The soup was finished. Qiu Qing Shi put down the soup container and wiped her hands with a tissue.

“Ear” was currently Yao Xiangyi’s sore spot. The memory of being pinned down by Qiu Qing Shi last night was still vivid and unbearable to recall.

Her expression darkened slightly. She picked up the chopsticks: “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Let me see.” Qiu Qing Shi cupped her head and examined the teeth marks on her ear.

Yao Xiangyi struggled to pull away.

Qiu Qing Shi didn’t let go, scolding, “Don’t move. It’s time for medicine. Did you bring the ointment?”

Qiu Qing Shi had an “I knew it” look on her face. She magically pulled a small green tube of medicine from her bag: “I’ll put it on for you.”

Showing courtesy without cause is a plot or a theft.

Yao Xiangyi wanted to refuse, but Qiu Qing Shi had already moved first. Her fingertip dipped into the creamy white paste and applied it to her auricle.

The ointment was cool, and Qiu Qing Shi’s fingertips were also cool. The moment they touched Yao Xiangyi’s ear, it was as if an electric current shot down Yao Xiangyi’s nerves and through her limbs, making her heart suddenly feel soft and tingly.

Especially the unique fragrance lingering around her nostrils, a blend of Qiu Qing Shi’s shampoo and the herbal scent of the ointment.

How to describe this scent?

Sweet.

Yao Xiangyi thought of a classic line from old-school novels—This woman is damnably sweet.

“I’ll do it myself,” Yao Xiangyi said politely.

Qiu Qing Shi seemed determined to defy her, insisting stubbornly: “I’ll do it.”

Her movements were gentle, applying the cream evenly bit by bit. Finally, she circled Yao Xiangyi’s neck, leaned in, and gently blew air towards her ear.

Seduction.

Definitely seduction.

No matter how calm Yao Xiangyi’s heart was, it was impossible to remain unmoved. She turned her head uncomfortably, creating distance between herself and Qiu – Hazardous Material – Qing Shi.

Qiu Qing Shi, however, was perfectly composed. She put away the medicine tube and continued to accompany Yao Xiangyi during lunch.

After eating, she personally cleaned up the mess, then nestled comfortably into the sofa, flipping through a copy of Harper’s Bazaar nearby.

The cover featured her.

She had shot the photos for this magazine some time ago; it was Bazaar’s double-cover issue for the start of the year. At the time, Yao Xiangyi, to show her affection, bought five hundred copies, making many fans who came away empty-handed howl with rage.

They complained, “You already have the Big Sister herself, and you’re still competing with us for merchandise.”

Thinking of this, a sweet feeling filled Qiu Qing Shi’s heart. She couldn’t hold back a smile and reached out to pinch Yao Xiangyi’s cheek: “You’re so cute.”

Yao Xiangyi let her be bullied and asked, “Are you… not going home?”

Qiu Qing Shi looked surprised: “Why should I go home? I want to stay here with you.”

Yao Xiangyi felt uneasy: “No need. It’s too boring for you to stay here.”

“It’s fine. Being with you makes me happy.” Qiu Qing Shi fully utilized her award-winning acting skills, sounding sincere and heartfelt.

After a few back and forths, Yao Xiangyi had no more reason to refuse, lest she appeared guilty. Besides, she couldn’t exactly kick her out, could she?

As the saying goes, “a scholar meets a soldier, and reason cannot prevail.” Moreover, this soldier was… stunningly beautiful, and her technique for stirring up trouble was flawless. Shyly and coyly, she hooked her hand around Yao Xiangyi’s collar, leading her all the way into the inner office bedroom.

People said Qiu Qing Shi was exquisite and aloof, like a flower on a high mountain. Only Yao Xiangyi knew she was fundamentally passionate and intoxicating.

The bed was wide and soft. Qiu Qing Shi rolled over and rested her head on Yao Xiangyi’s arm.

“I’ve been busy all morning; you stay with me while I sleep for a bit.”

Yao Xiangyi also hoped she would fall asleep quickly so she could go back to showering Bai Meng Zhao with gushing praise. Transforming into a good wife, she gently patted Qiu Qing Shi’s back, coaxing her to sleep as one would a child.

A soft, fragrant person in her arms was a temporary peace in the present world.

Outside the window, the afternoon sun was warm and pleasant. Beside her, Qiu Qing Shi’s breathing was even and long. The two sounds intertwined, like a soft lullaby. Unconsciously, Yao Xiangyi began to doze off, closed her eyes, and sank into a dream.

In her dream, she was back in her senior high classroom. Qiu Qing Shi nudged her with her elbow when the teacher wasn’t looking. The next second, a strawberry-flavored milk candy dropped into her palm.

“Eat this candy, and we’ll be reconciled.”

Yao Xiangyi returned the candy to her, saying coldly, “You promised we’d see a movie this weekend, and you stood me up again.”

“I had to shoot an advertisement last minute. How about you come with me to the studio this weekend?”

Yao Xiangyi thought for a moment, and her expression softened.

Qiu Qing Shi was happy. She unwrapped the candy and fed the milk candy into Yao Xiangyi’s mouth.

The taste of the milk candy, a sweetness that permeated her heart.

Just then—

A “beep beep” sound, and the System came online.

[Innocent Lolita reminds you that the original female lead has successfully attracted Qiu Qing Shi’s attention. Sweetness Value +1]

Yao Xiangyi abruptly opened her eyes.

She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and turned the doorknob. She saw Qiu Qing Shi sitting at the office desk fiddling with the computer. The computer screen showed Bai Meng Zhao’s Weibo and the chat interface of her Weibo fan support group.

I’m done for. I forgot to delete the browser history.

Yao Xiangyi was filled with regret.

Qiu Qing Shi crossed her legs, her expression cold and unruffled. She glared sideways at Yao Xiangyi, repeating the gushing praise word by word.

“‘Who is Sister? Sister is the one on your heart’?”

“‘Sister’s waist is not a waist, it’s the curved blade of the ‘Life-Taking Third Son’?”

“‘Sister’s mouth is not a mouth, it’s the clear water under Anhe Bridge’?”

“‘Both cool and sweet, both alluring and fierce’?”

“‘Want to marry her’?”

Qiu Qing Shi gave a cold, dismissive laugh: “I didn’t realize, CEO Yao, that you’re so good at spewing gushing praise.”

Yao Xiangyi rubbed her forehead: “You deliberately coaxed me to sleep.”

Qiu Qing Shi narrowed her eyes and challenged, “So what? No matter the method, any method that can find the mistress is a good method.”

Why is she back to the mistress again? Yao Xiangyi felt a headache coming on: “She’s not—”

“Then why are you showering her with gushing praise!!” You’ve never done that for me.

Yao Xiangyi made up an excuse: “…It’s just being a fan. Everyone does it.”

Now, Qiu Qing Shi felt wronged: “You said you would only ever be a fan of me.”

“Did I say that?”

“You said it when we got married!” Qiu Qing Shi was beside herself with rage. She was supposed to be a die-hard fan, but she unfanned in the blink of an eye. Not only that, but she went and became a fan of an obscure celebrity behind her back.

What did I lack compared to that woman?

“Bai Meng Zhao, right,” Qiu Qing Shi grabbed her handbag, stomping out angrily, saying as she went, “I’m not done with her!”

Yao Xiangyi lifted her leg to chase, but the Innocent Lolita, who hadn’t logged off yet, spoke again: [Congratulations, dear, on earning your first Sweetness Value point in the Self-Rescue Activity. To promote the humanitarian spirit, Jinjiang has decided to grant you one more Spoiler Reward.]

[Reception Complete: The two female leads, first meeting at the night market.]

Meanwhile, the elevator arrived at the twentieth floor, which housed Jinghong Entertainment’s Artist Management Department.

Qiu Qing Shi’s arrival caused a considerable stir. Everyone poked their heads out from behind their computers.

Qiu Qing Shi, wearing sunglasses, walked without looking sideways, and brazenly pushed open Su Ti La’s door.

“Two minutes. I want all the information on Bai Meng Zhao.”

Su Ti La, who was chatting casually with a director to strengthen their relationship: “…Who?”

Qiu Qing Shi repeated clearly, “Bai, Meng, Zhao.”

“Who is she?”

Qiu Qing Shi’s face was flushed, and her chest heaved violently: “An obscure celebrity.”

Su Ti La searched her mind for this person’s information, but nothing came up. She asked: “Did she provoke you?”

Qiu Qing Shi took off her sunglasses, her eyes bloodshot from anger: “She’s seducing my Yao Xiangyi!!”