Let's Get Married on the First Day of Rebirth - Chapter 5

Qu Ange immediately panicked again, wondering if it would be a good idea to just confess that she had been reborn. However, Xu Mi didn’t give her much time to think. She grabbed her own bowl and chopsticks to serve rice, then left the kitchen without a word. Qu Ange hurriedly scooped rice into her own bowl and followed, blurting out, “I had a hangover. My brain’s just not working right because of it.”

The corner of Xu Mi’s lips twitched slightly, letting out a soft snort. It looked unmistakably like a sneer. Qu Ange sat down uneasily, watching as Xu Mi silently ate her meal, ignoring her completely.

Qu Ange sighed inwardly, thinking that Xu Mi’s attitude was so vexing that even her ravenous hunger had vanished. But the moment she took the first bite of the dry-braised crucian carp, her stomach and her heart lit up. No one could possibly lose their appetite in the face of such a dish.

She nearly teared up. After so many years, she had finally tasted Xu Mi’s cooking again.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but even the rice seemed exceptionally fragrant—plump, soft, and sweet, neither too mushy nor too firm. Mixed with the slightly spicy dry-braised crucian carp, the sweetness of the rice hit her palate first, followed by the savory crispness of the fish skin. The tender flesh carried the aroma of scallions and garlic, so delicious that Qu Ange felt like she could devour her own tongue.

With her mouth stuffed full of rice, Qu Ange gazed at Xu Mi and mumbled, “Mmm, this is so good.”

Her words were so garbled from the food in her mouth that she nearly sprayed rice everywhere. Xu Mi frowned in displeasure, coldly stating, “No talking while eating, no noise while sleeping.”

Qu Ange immediately shut her mouth and focused on her meal, thinking that her earlier display must have been quite unseemly. If this were a variety show, the barrage of comments would probably be roasting her. Speaking of which, in this era, there were hardly any video platforms, and web dramas were still rare. In her past life, she had risen to fame through a web drama but that wouldn’t happen until 2016.

Though she had been busy all afternoon, she had already roughly mapped out her plans in her mind. The first priority was making money, and the fastest method that came to mind was stocks.

She knew nothing about finance, but at least she had seen how things worked meaning she had occasionally listened to her future investment manager’s ramblings. She didn’t remember much, but the first thing that stood out was real estate. Housing prices had skyrocketed later, and her investment manager often lamented how real estate-related stocks had surged during those years. Related to that were building materials and cement, which had experienced several strong rallies. And then there was one stock no reincarnated person could possibly overlook, Apple. That was practically a no-brainer, guaranteed to make money even for fools.

Come to think of it, she also needed to buy a smartphone. She had gotten so used to doing things on a smartphone that she wasn’t even sure how to manage without one.

Hmm, this egg drop soup is delicious too.

Qu Ange savored the delicious meal while contemplating the future, even managing to eat two full bowls of rice. This made Xu Mi, who had only managed half a bowl due to her financial worries and lack of appetite, feel utterly absurd. In the past, Qu Ange hadn’t been particularly delicate, but she certainly hadn’t been this carefree either. Xu Mi began to suspect that Qu Ange might have been possessed by a ghost. Just then, Qu Ange finished the last of her soup, patted her stomach, and leaned back in her chair, saying, “Don’t move! I’ll do the dishes! Well, after I digest a bit first.”

Xu Mi took a deep breath and finally couldn’t hold back any longer. “What’s your plan?” she asked.

Qu Ange, drowsy from the meal, felt her head swimming. She responded with a vague “Hmm?” and asked, “Plan for what?”

Xu Mi: “…” Wasn’t there a saying about the emperor not worrying while the eunuchs fretted?

She inhaled sharply. “The penalty fee.””

“Oh, that.” Qu Ange had already realized that with a close partner, it was best not to keep secrets. Thinking that if she didn’t share her plans, Xu Mi might assume she was giving up entirely, she said, “I already have a way to make money.”

Xu Mi frowned. The other’s casual attitude only made her more uneasy, worrying that Qu Ange might be breaking the law or getting scammed. Though she told herself to stay out of it, the words slipped out anyway: “What way?”

Qu Ange grinned triumphantly. “Buying stocks.”

Xu Mi’s expression turned incredulous: “…”

Putting herself in Xu Mi’s shoes, Qu Ange realized how absurd it must sound for someone to suddenly claim they’d get rich off stocks. So she added, “I have insider info, don’t worry.”

Xu Mi was stunned, her gaze distant, momentarily at a loss for words.

Before Qu Ange could say more, her phone rang again. A glance showed it was Zhou Yue, his fourth call that afternoon. She hadn’t answered any of them. This one was shorter than the previous three, and soon a text notification popped up on her screen.

She picked up her phone and opened the message from Zhou Yue:

[You’re really something. Seems like you don’t need a manager after all. Fine, handle it yourself.]

It was clearly a threat. No more resources for her. But Qu Ange wasn’t worried at all. Instead, she scoffed. Even if she hadn’t fallen out with him, Zhou Yue wouldn’t have been able to secure any decent opportunities for her. Or rather, Radiant Media simply didn’t have any decent resources to begin with.

Qu Ange mentally sneered again. Useless company.

Watching the ever-changing expressions on Qu Ange’s face, Xu Mi grew even more puzzled. She knew she shouldn’t show more concern, but curiosity gnawed at her alongside the worry. Everything about Qu Ange now felt strange and contradictory. Despite facing such a dire situation, she didn’t seem the least bit anxious. If anything, she even appeared confident?

Unable to resist, Xu Mi asked, “Who texted you?”

Qu Ange replied, “Zhou Yue, my current manager.”

Xu Mi pressed, “What did he say? Is he threatening you?”

Qu Ange shrugged. “Why would I care about a barking dog?”

Xu Mi: “…”

Qu Ange noticed the strange expression on Xu Mi’s face and realized her words had been too crude. She quickly cleared her throat and said, “No, I mean, I haven’t wanted him as my agent for a long time. Bao—cough—Mimi, why don’t you be my agent instead?”

Xu Mi’s eyelids drooped slightly, her expression once again one of exasperation, as if she couldn’t bear to look at her.

Qu Ange continued, “Seriously, being an agent isn’t that hard. Once I make it big, you won’t have to beg anyone. They’ll be begging you to let me act. We can work together, spend more time with each other.”

Bang!

A chair toppled over with a loud thud as Xu Mi suddenly stood up, knocking it over.

Qu Ange immediately fell silent, straightening her posture and sitting stiffly upright. She looked up at Xu Mi nervously, swallowing hard.

Without a word, Xu Mi grabbed her bag and turned to leave. Qu Ange scrambled to her feet and said, “Are we going for an evening walk? I’ll come too!”

Xu Mi was clearly angry. Qu Ange’s mind raced, trying to figure out why she had suddenly gotten upset, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t find a clue.

Was it her tone? Too smug and annoying?

As Xu Mi reached for the door, Qu Ange blurted out in desperation, “You know, I just realized maybe we should sell flowers on the street. It seems like I’ve bought way too many.”

Xu Mi paused at those words.

Good. That was something a sane person would say.