Oops, I’m the Scumbag Ex in Her Storyline - Chapter 62 (END)

Compared to Liu Danxing and Bei Lanlan’s calm composure, Xu Fei and Xin Yan were on the opposite end, getting more and more worked up with every sentence.

“You never told me your girlfriend’s name was Liu Danxing!”

“And you never said you married Bei Lanlan! I thought you two were just secretly in love, but you’ve been married all along? So everything you said at the beginning… was a lie?!”

Xin Yan replied calmly, “Yes! Back then, you were still a stranger. I couldn’t just casually tell someone about my wife—some discretion was necessary!”

Xu Fei shot back, “And after that?! You could’ve told the truth later! I’ve been completely honest with you the whole time!”

Xin Yan’s expression softened. “I didn’t tell the truth later because I was afraid you’d get angry. Look around you—this place is my life. I can’t find anyone here I can truly confide in. When I finally did, of course I didn’t want to lose them.”

Xu Fei froze for a moment. Her face slowly flushed red. Shyly, she said, “Why are you suddenly getting so heartfelt? You’re making me embarrassed.”

Xin Yan… couldn’t help but laugh. “Fate,” she murmured.

Xu Fei responded instinctively, “Indescribably wonderful.”

The argument had melted away instantly. Earlier, Xu Fei had been awkward around strangers here, masking it by eating, but now with Xin Yan present, she opened up completely, venting about the shocking difference between real wealthy social gatherings and her imagination.

Once she’d finished, she remembered something from the morning. “Has Bei Lanlan finished her defense?”

Xin Yan nodded. “Yes.”

Xu Fei smiled. “See? Not nervous anymore, right?”

Xin Yan smiled back. “Right.”

Nervousness had indeed faded—replaced by a light, persistent worry. It was faint enough not to disrupt her life or mood, yet it lingered, and Xin Yan didn’t know how to make it disappear.

About twenty minutes later, most guests had arrived. Liu Danxing came to find Xu Fei, while Bei Lanlan approached Xin Yan. As Liu Danxing pulled Xu Fei away, she cast Xin Yan a glance that silently said: I didn’t expect you to hate work so much behind the scenes… you’ve surprised me.

Xin Yan remained silent.

Bei Lanlan held Xin Yan’s hand. “You seem a bit unenthusiastic today.”

Xin Yan shrugged. “Any event like this, I never get excited.”

Bei Lanlan didn’t mean it that way, but she didn’t explain. Instead, she teased, “I thought at my own party, you’d show a bit more face.”

Looking at the elegant women around her, Xin Yan still wore a disinterested expression. “No, I can’t lie to myself.”

She turned to Bei Lanlan. “Can we wait until we get home? Not just face—my whole self is yours then.”

Bei Lanlan couldn’t help laughing at her serious tone. Respecting the crowd, she simply squeezed Xin Yan’s hand and led her into the group.

With Bei Lanlan moving through the crowd, greetings poured in. The roles had reversed: Xin Yan now stood beside Bei Lanlan, watching her shine effortlessly under the invisible spotlight. Xin Yan’s lips curved into a smile.

It was then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone entering.

A stranger. A server approached, but she waved them off, stepping slowly toward the crowd. Standing at the edge, she brazenly scanned everyone, particularly the young, beautiful women. Naturally, Bei Lanlan caught her eye first—but her gaze didn’t linger. Instead, it moved to Xin Yan.

Xin Yan met her stare. The woman raised an eyebrow, unfazed, locking eyes with her in a predatory way. Xin Yan held the gaze a second longer before the woman shook her head slightly, seeming disappointed, and moved on.

Xin Yan already knew who she was.

Stepping away from Bei Lanlan, Xin Yan approached An Zhiyuan, who was chatting with assistants. She pointed at the woman. “Do you know her?”

An Zhiyuan studied her for a moment. “Never met her, but the company files list her. If I remember correctly, she lived abroad. Didn’t expect she’d return—need to update that info.”

Xin Yan asked, “Her name?”

“Duan Shan… or Duan Chan… sorry, I can’t remember exactly. She’s the second granddaughter of the Duan family in the south. Her grandfather doted on her, leaving her most of the shares. But she didn’t like work, so the family business was managed by others. Apparently, she went abroad just to escape family nagging.”

He glanced around, lowering his voice. “But the real reason… I’ve heard she partied too much. The Duans couldn’t control her, so she went abroad.”

Xin Yan didn’t need the explanation—she already knew much more.

Duan Shan wasn’t “partying too much.” She had a special inclination. In her own words, she liked broken souls, relished inner suffering, and sought out women who exhibited it. She drew them in, coaxed their vulnerabilities to the surface, because that’s what she found most beautiful.

She went abroad years ago because one of her girlfriends jumped off a building. That’s when the family discovered her tendencies. They sent her abroad—to avoid scandal and, ostensibly, to “treat” her.

Whether she had a “problem” or not wasn’t Xin Yan’s concern. She realized one thing:

Duan Shan was the fifth suitor in the book. And now, she no longer cared about Bei Lanlan.

In the story, Duan Shan was captivated by Bei Lanlan’s eyes, seeing the cracks in her heart—the most beautiful eyes she’d ever witnessed.

Now, she couldn’t see Bei Lanlan’s eyes at all. To her, Bei Lanlan had no allure.

Xin Yan lowered her head and smiled suddenly, then erupted into soft laughter, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Anyone unaware would think she’d just heard a joke.

Bei Lanlan looked at her, and An Zhiyuan stared in confusion, worried she’d snapped.

Pushing through the crowd, Bei Lanlan asked, wide-eyed, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? You were laughing so weirdly… A-Yun, are you not feeling well?”

Xin Yan lifted her head, the smile still lingering. “No, no, I’m great. Never been better. Go on, don’t worry about me. Oh, Assistant An…”

An Zhiyuan turned.

Pointing at Duan Shan, Xin Yan said, “That’s a certified pervert. Call security—escort her out, then copy today’s surveillance and send it to her family.”

Though puzzled, An Zhiyuan quickly complied. Bei Lanlan, seeing Xin Yan in unusually high spirits, asked, “You know her?”

“Sort of.”

Xin Yan squeezed Bei Lanlan’s hand, smiling. “But we won’t meet again. Lanlan, you can’t imagine how happy I am right now.”

Bei Lanlan laughed. “Just chasing off a pervert makes you this happy?”

Xin Yan nodded solemnly.

Bei Lanlan didn’t know the full story—and she never needed to.

The story in the book had ended completely when Xin Yan arrived in this world. The chapters she rewrote with her own hands were still continuing.

This time, everyone could have a happy ending.

THE END..