My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Blooming

On a winter noon, Wancheng’s Third Ring Road was completely gridlocked. As far as the eye could see, the long dragon of traffic had no end. A moving company truck with “Ant Moving” printed on it was stuck dead on the elevated highway.

Xu Xining sat in the passenger seat, propping her chin on her hand, listlessly eating candy.

After her parents divorced, she lived with her dad. She was a senior in college this year, and by saving money from her internship, she had rented a one-bedroom apartment on Cherry Blossom Street.

The weather was great today, so she figured there was no time like the present and decided to move all at once. Her old man, probably reluctant to let her go, held her hand and insisted that according to the old almanac, today was an inauspicious day for travel.

Feudal superstition was unacceptable. As a proper materialistic young woman born under the red flag and raised under the red flag, Xu Xining resolutely despised these anti-scientific remarks.

The car radio was currently introducing a magician who had risen to fame in recent years.

“Many people say Xie Yi is using magic as a guise to perform actual wizardry. He once conjured a ten-story-high tsunami with his bare hands in front of thousands of spectators, and randomly shaped clouds in Times Square during a live broadcast watched by tens of thousands. Now, what kind of surprise will he bring us? Let us wait and see…”

“Other people get thrown in jail for scamming, so why can a magician make money by lying?!”

The moving company driver, Uncle Zhang, slammed the steering wheel in anger: “My wife is completely infatuated with him. She bought a plane ticket worth several thousand yuan to fly to Binhai just to watch his live performance, and she watches his livestreams every day to give him tips. I said he has eighty million fans, that’s eighty million! You, with a monthly salary of three thousand, are giving money to someone who earns eight figures a year. Does he lack your three melons and two dates?!”

Xu Xining slapped her thigh in agreement and said, “Abominable! The grievance of stealing someone’s wife cannot be shared under the same sky. Xie Yi should be locked up!”

Her slap was crisp, and her manner was as unrestrained as a rugged man. When Uncle Zhang looked at her, she smiled back at him.

The girl was very young, looking about twenty years old. Her skin was so white it seemed translucent, and her head of pure blonde hair, with not a single strand of mixed color, gleamed like flowing gold under the high noon sunlight piercing through the car window.

Uncle Zhang was already pushing fifty and had long passed the age of getting flustered by looking at pretty young girls, but her smile actually made him feel a bit embarrassed: “Who says otherwise! If I ever meet him, I’ll definitely go up and slap that grandson twice.”

After getting off the elevated highway, it was less than a kilometer to Cherry Blossom Street, but the traffic jam got even worse. The cars ahead grew more numerous, as if converging from all directions, and the crowds by the roadside were surging.

Drones were hovering at a low altitude above the traffic flow.

The radio continued to broadcast: “…Let us keep moving the camera forward. Xie Yi is walking against the crowd on Cherry Blossom Street… Heavens, is this a real scene?! I can’t believe my own eyes!”

Uncle Zhang stuck his head out curiously to look.

To improve the city’s appearance, a batch of Japanese Oshima cherry blossoms had been introduced to both sides of Cherry Blossom Street. As a result, they didn’t adapt to the local soil, and not a single petal had been seen in two years. The street was full of half-dead withered trees, and every few days, sanitation workers who refused to give up would pour tons of water on them.

Yet now, looking from afar, the end of the road seemed to rise with pink clouds and mist.

The screams of the surrounding crowd grew louder and louder.

Amidst the completely deadlocked traffic, a slender figure walked against the direction of progress. Behind him followed a boiling sea of people holding up phones and screaming, like a dark tide surging onto the street.

The man wore a tailored, crisp white suit with a bright red rose pinned to his chest. His face couldn’t be seen clearly from a distance, but countless pink petals could be seen rushing toward them, covering the car window.

With his steps, it was as if a massive, colorful oil painting was being unveiled over the black-and-white street. The withered cherry blossom trees on both sides of the road seemed to experience spring returning to a dead tree. From budding to blooming took only an instant, bursting into bloom for him one by one, cluster by cluster!

The wild wind whipped up, and the sky full of cherry blossoms danced like snow!

Uncle Zhang suddenly pushed open the car door, jumped out of the car holding his phone, and shouted while calling his wife: “I see Xie Yi in person! Holy shit, the cherry blossoms are blooming! This is a miracle!!…”

“Hey!… Hey!!! Hey hey hey!” Xu Xining pressed the horn frantically, poked her head out of the car window, and shouted, “Uncle?! Didn’t we agree that the grievance of stealing someone’s wife cannot be shared under the same sky?! How could you defect!! Where is your fighting spirit!”

Uncle Zhang could no longer hear her. He flaunted his beer belly and took sturdy strides, running and shouting Xie Yi’s name, his back looking like a charging groundhog full of fighting spirit.

Xu Xining sat back in her seat, speechless.

No wonder her old man said it was an inauspicious day for her to travel today.

Who the fuck could have predicted this… her dumbass ex was blooming on the road.

Xie Yi could be considered half of her plastic ex-boyfriend.

When she met Xie Yi, she had just broken up with Huo Ting.

Young Master Huo of the Huo Group had a net worth of over hundreds of millions and a cold, abstinent male-model face, with features so sharp and exquisite they seemed to come from the hand of an ancient Greek sculptor.

A person like him had probably never experienced any setbacks in his life. Xu Xining mentioned breaking up several times, but he didn’t seem to understand. Every time Xu Xining said they were breaking up, he would transfer a sum of money to her, like an ATM that would crash out cash no matter what was inputted.

In the end, Xu Xining snapped the card, threw it in his face, and swaggered away.

Coincidentally, at that time, Pianyu Media, where she was interning, was doing an interview project to interview the current top-stream magician, Xie Yi. Logically speaking, an interview of this caliber was far out of reach for an intern like her, but for some reason, Xie Yi specifically requested her.

During the interview, Huo Ting called her eight hundred times. The silenced phone on the side lit up every now and then, blinking repeatedly.

Xu Xining noticed Xie Yi’s gaze, glanced at the phone, and flipped it face down on the table.

She only had an hour and a half for the interview, and the countdown timer next to them was ticking away. She couldn’t let personal matters affect her work. That was professional ethics.

Xie Yi, however, smiled and tapped the countdown timer between them, pausing the time, and asked, “What kind of person is ‘Gloomily Crawling Cave Dweller’?”

Xu Xining had no choice but to say, “That’s my ex. He insists that basking in the sun causes skin cancer, so he stays cooped up at home all day without moving. In his past life, he was either a mole reincarnated, or in this life, he’s a sweet potato that achieved human form through cultivation.”

Xie Yi leaned back against his chair and laughed, looking at her thoughtfully, and dialed her number.

Xu Xining hurriedly lunged forward to grab the phone. Of course, grabbing something from a magician was pointless. Her hand only caught a handful of rose petals from out of nowhere, while Xie Yi held her phone, and the caller ID showed “Peacock Displaying Pompous King.”

Xu Xining: “…”

Xie Yi certainly had constant anti-fans online, but in reality, no one disliked him.

There was once a fanatical anti-fan who had hated Xie Yi for five whole years. After catching a glimpse of Xie Yi in a crowd offline, he instantly turned into a fan, devoted and reformed. He deleted all his remarks online and began to frantically praise Xie Yi as a god descended to earth.

Because the contrast was so violent, it caused an uproar on the internet at the time.

Someone evaluated him like this, “As long as you look at Xie Yi once, it’s impossible not to fall in love with him.”

Xu Xining felt that this group of people was truly seriously ill, as if they had been collectively bewitched.

And Xie Yi himself had a face written all over with “I know you’ve already fallen in love with me, but please restrain yourself. I can only like you a little bit at most, after all, too many people love me.”

Truly excessively narcissistic.

Xie Yi raised an eyebrow: “Peacock displaying?”

Xu Xining said, “Praising you as being loved by all, making flowers bloom when seen.”

Xie Yi: “Pompous?”

Xu Xining: “Praising your farts as being extraordinarily fragrant.”

Xie Yi: “…”

Xu Xining was silent for a moment, then asked sincerely, “Can this interview continue?”

Xie Yi burst into loud laughter.

The interview was completed smoothly, and Xie Yi gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse—the best way to make an ex give up hope is to start a new relationship.

A fake relationship works too.

Later, when Xu Xining thought back, she realized that Xie Yi, with his eighty million fans, didn’t need to hype up any scandals at all. But at the time, she felt it was mutually beneficial, so she became a fake couple with Xie Yi for three months.

Xie Yi was known as a walking hormone, killing both young and old, male and female alike.

During the course of their relationship, there would always be bystanders suddenly rushing up wanting to kiss his cheek. Xie Yi would skillfully push away the smelly mouths of men, extend the back of his hand to elderly people or children, and was consistently receptive to beautiful women.

As the official girlfriend, Xu Xining would just space out on the side, completely unmoved, and even wanted to browse her phone.

The three months were up. The gloomily crawling cave dweller indeed stopped harassing Xu Xining. She was very grateful for Xie Yi’s righteous assistance, so she bought a cake and flowers to find Xie Yi.

At that time, Xie Yi was shooting a car commercial. During the intermission, he leaned on a lounge chair, smiling lazily at Xu Xining, looking as beautiful as a demon in a painting: “Little Lemon, you’re here.”

Xu Xining gave him the gifts, squatted down, and slapped Xie Yi’s thigh like a good bro: “Today is the day we break up. Thanks a lot. If you have time, can I buy you dinner?”

She squatted by the lounge chair, looking as well-behaved and pretty as a little golden cat, reflected in Xie Yi’s amber eyes, sincere and friendly.

There was just no affection.

Xie Yi’s expression stiffened bit by bit, as if a flawless mask had quietly shattered.

Xie Yi sat up straight, staring into her eyes: “What did you say?”

Later, Xu Xining understood a truth.

Using a man to drive away a man is like using a credit card to pay off a credit card. The old debt won’t disappear, and a new debt is born out of nowhere.

Building 33, Cherry Blossom Street. Looking down from the 28th floor, the street was filled with a shower of pink cherry blossoms.

As night fell, people who came from all directions of the city to see the cherry blossoms out of admiration were still an endless stream, completely jamming the roads within a hundred miles. Even major television stations were alarmed and sent live reporters to cover it.

While Xu Xining was sweeping the floor, someone knocked on the door.

Xu Xining pulled the door open.

A demonic wind blew outside, and countless cherry blossom petals whooshed into the living room with the wind, scattering all over the floor she had just swept.

Xu Xining: “…”

Her fists clenched.

The culprit, Xie Yi, was standing outside the door with a face that killed young and old alike. He was tall with long legs, sunglasses resting on his forehead, and a budding rose clenched between his thin lips, making the dim stairwell shine brightly: “Hi.”

Xu Xining expressionlessly shut the door.

Turning around, Xie Yi was already standing behind her, bending down, smilingly tapping her nose with the rose: “Closing the door can’t stop a magician.”

“Wow, so amazing, Flash.” Xu Xining clapped without emotion.

“Want to know how I did it?” Xie Yi approached, pinning her against the door.

His face had an even greater lethality up close, the light from the chandelier sliding like flowing water from his brow ridge to his high nose bridge.

The man was born with a pair of alluring peach-blossom eyes, his rippling gaze seemingly smiling yet not smiling, naturally filled with affection.

He tilted his head close to her earlobe, his voice magnetic and seductive, “I can secretly tell you, and only you.”

Xu Xining looked at him and held up two fingers.

Xie Yi froze for a moment: “You want me to tell two people?”

“Thanks to you, a ten-minute car ride took me a full two hours. Halfway through, the driver suffered a sudden fit, ran out of the car, and cried while running, as if you were his resurrected eighth great-uncle,” Xu Xining said. “Could you please cast your spells a bit further away from me next time?”

“The flowers bloomed just to celebrate your move. How could you see them if they were far away? Besides, now that the cherry blossoms have bloomed, this real estate property will also appreciate in value.”

“Forgot to mention, I rented the apartment,” Xu Xining said through gritted teeth. “If the rent goes up next month, I’ll thank you and your eighth great-uncle.”

“Rented? Why not buy it?” Xie Yi looked around. “Is it because you don’t like it?”

“Master, why didn’t you go to Harvard?” Xu Xining asked. “Is it because you don’t like it?”

Xie Yi muffled a couple of laughs, and without making himself a stranger, found a comfortable spot on the sofa to sit. His long legs stretched out, and he poured himself a glass of water, swirling it until the clear water turned into a deep, rich red wine.

The man lifted his eyelids to look at her, somewhat accusingly: “Little Lemon, when you used me as a shield before, you were so affectionate, but as soon as the three months were up, you turned your face and refused to recognize me. Isn’t that a bit like burning the bridge after crossing it?”

“I treated you as a brother, but you wanted to sleep with me. You are defiling our pure and great friendship.”

Xu Xining felt deeply pained, “And do you lack women? Isn’t it better to toss around your eighty million fans with this spare time? Why do you have to come and toss me around?”

Xie Yi was no bullshit magician.

The magic was fake, and what he performed was genuine sorcery.

Xie Yi of the East was originally a Tushan fox demon who had achieved human form through cultivation eight hundred years ago. Legend had it that he could charm people’s hearts and consume their spirits. Those bewitched by the fox demon would devotedly offer him everything.

Bewitching could only be done to one person at a time, but in every generation of fox demons, there was one who was uniquely endowed, possessing a natural seductive charm. Those who smelled him would long for him, and those who saw him would admire him. His charm was as invincible as a sword, and love was at his fingertips, everywhere.

He had been courted by countless people since childhood, from getting used to it to getting bored, and from getting bored to getting used to it.

However, there were exceptions to everything.

Xu Xining thought that interview was their first meeting, but it wasn’t.

He had once seen her during a magic performance. At that time, tens of thousands of fans gathered in the venue. His every move was full of charm, the dark sea of people surged with affection, and everyone’s eyes were burning and crazy.

Only a blonde girl showed an impatient expression from being annoyed by the noise, keeping her head down to browse her phone. After a while, she finally deigned to look up at him. Xie Yi seized the opportunity to flash her a radiant smile, causing the fans in the same direction to almost faint from excitement.

She rolled her eyes and turned to leave the venue.

Xie Yi immediately choked on a breath of cold wind, feeling a chill in his chest, and his eight hundred years of cultivation almost went to ruin.

“You’re different,” Xie Yi swirled his red wine, saying subtly. “You’re very special.”

“Be direct.”

Xie Yi finished his wine and revealed his true intentions: “Before, I acted as your fake boyfriend for three months. As the saying goes, courtesy demands reciprocity…”

“What do you want?”

“Be my girlfriend for three months.”

“That won’t do.”

“What about our agreed brotherly affection?”

“I have no conscience.”

Under the bright light, the girl refused righteously.

She wore a set of white pajamas like a sheep, her feet slipped into cotton slippers, and her long blonde hair was randomly pinned behind her head with a ballpoint pen, leaving a few soft strands falling on her slender neck.

Her gaze carried a trace of disgust.

The dignified fox spirit with natural seductive charm looked just like a cute poodle seen by the roadside in her eyes. She reached out to pet it without any guard, only for the poodle to suddenly burst with lust and start humping her leg.

Xie Yi put down his wine glass, stood up, walked closer, bent down, and smiled at her: “I don’t need you to give me a chance. I’m just here to tell you that I’ve started pursuing you. Think about it, hmm?”

The man’s low, raspy tone trailed upward gently, like an alluring hook.

Xu Xining acted coy, looking put upon, and spoke with difficulty: “You know there’s a famous leek-and-egg pie place downstairs on Cherry Blossom Street. Actually, I like it too.”

Xie Yi: “?”

Xu Xining enunciated clearly: “You, teeth, leek.”

Xie Yi’s mouth twitched: “…”

Xu Xining solicitously leaned closer: “Why haven’t you removed it? Is it because you don’t like it?”

Xie Yi’s face looked like dirt: “…”

Xu Xining covered her mouth in surprise: “Oh dear, could it be your breakfast? Oh my, could it be that no one told you all day? Oh my goodness, could it be caught by a drone and put on TV?”

The veins on Xie Yi’s forehead throbbed: “…”

Xu Xining said smilingly: “Transfer me fifty yuan, and I’ll forget it immediately.”

Xie Yi: “Deal.”

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