Oops, I’m the Scumbag Ex in Her Storyline - Chapter 64 (EXTRA 2)

In the end, Xin Yan and Bei Lanlan’s wedding took place in June.

Song Xizi couldn’t serve as a bridesmaid, but she sat in the front row of the ceremony. Bei Lanlan had been extremely reluctant about this, and Xin Yan had sweated and struggled just to get her to agree reluctantly.

Jing Chu couldn’t make it back in time either, but she sent them a grand gift. During her farewell performance at Vienna’s Golden Music Hall, she mentioned their names and their wedding. Facing the audience and cameras, she wished them a love as enduring and intertwined as the music she played.

Xin Yan still couldn’t understand the piece, but Bei Lanlan had listened to it countless times. Even though she still didn’t like Jing Chu, she had to admit that there was genuine emotion in her music.

A year had passed in the blink of an eye, yet their wedding was still being talked about. Today, Xin Yan went out alone for social engagements. At the dinner table, people were discussing her wedding as if they had attended—but none of the people present had actually been invited by her.

The more she listened, the more bored she became. Someone got drunk and insisted on toasting her; several people had to pull him away repeatedly before he finally left, his friend endlessly apologizing to her as they went.

Xin Yan smiled politely, but her eyes grew increasingly impatient. She just wanted to go home.

Excusing herself to the restroom, Xin Yan walked slowly, taking out her phone to ask Bei Lanlan when she would come find her.

Xin Yan’s company didn’t have overtime, but Bei Lanlan’s was another story. To Xin Yan, it was practically a living nightmare.

No 9–9–6, only 0–0–7: the office on the left, temporary apartments for employees on the right—everything in one place, eliminating commuting. Bei Lanlan lured her employees with high salaries and generous commissions, making them suffer and enjoy the ocean of overtime simultaneously.

Xin Yan had warned that such a system would cause problems. Bei Lanlan listened and, the next day, introduced a new benefit: a full physical checkup every three months, and anyone with health issues was prohibited from overtime.

Thinking back, Xin Yan still felt a shiver. What kind of demon did she have sleeping next to her?

The employees were busy, and as the boss, Bei Lanlan wasn’t exempt. Xin Yan’s ultimate bottom line was that she had to be home before nine. Now it was already past eight, and Bei Lanlan hadn’t contacted her. Xin Yan had a premonition: she would soon send a message saying that tonight’s work was too much and she’d be home late.

Sure enough, a message came. Xin Yan pushed open the restroom door. Just as she was about to wash her hands, she heard quiet sobbing from one of the stalls.

Startled, she approached the back. Even with soft steps, the person inside heard her and the crying stopped abruptly. Xin Yan waited a moment before asking, “Are you okay?”

After a long pause, a voice replied from another stall, “I… I’m fine.”

Xin Yan didn’t say anything more. She washed her hands and left. When the sobbing stopped, a young woman stepped out. Xin Yan recognized her—she was a recently popular actress. The first thing she did was check her makeup, sniffle, then hurriedly touch it up before leaving the restroom.

But when she stepped out, she saw Xin Yan waiting at the doorway.

Her eyes were still red from crying. Xin Yan frowned and asked, “Did something happen? You can tell me. It’s okay—maybe I can help.”

The young actress hesitated. This was a private club; only the social elite—or those brought in by others—could enter.

Seeing her hesitation, Xin Yan pulled a business card from her bag. The actress wiped her hands and took it, slowly widening her eyes as she read it. “Y-you… No, you… you can really help me?!”

Xin Yan: “Uh, if it’s related to money, yes.”

After all, she had nothing else but money.

The young actress couldn’t help but laugh through her tears at Xin Yan’s deadpan delivery.

…

After receiving Xin Yan’s message, Bei Lanlan replied once—but Xin Yan didn’t respond. Ten minutes passed with no word. Feeling uneasy, Bei Lanlan called her. Xin Yan actually hung up and then sent a three-character message: Wait a moment.

Bei Lanlan: Wait for what???

Overtime suddenly seemed far less appealing. She stared at her phone, waiting. Nearly twenty minutes later, Xin Yan finally called back.

She was still in the club. The actress had gone to wash her face. Xin Yan stood by the window in a private box and apologized to Bei Lanlan: “Sorry, something came up and I couldn’t take your call.”

Bei Lanlan asked, “What happened?”

Xin Yan glanced at the actress and whispered, “I met a girl named Yang Kexue. I don’t know if you’ve heard of her. She’s an actress whose recent drama is popular. But her company signed her to a predatory contract. Hundreds of thousands in pay, but she only receives ten thousand. Before she was famous, the company ignored her; now that she’s popular, they take her to these drinking parties to ‘sell’ her to anyone willing to pay. She’s pitiful—you don’t know—she’s an orphan, grew up in an orphanage. She has a younger sister who’s sick with leukemia. She’s working just to pay for her sister’s treatment.”

The more Bei Lanlan listened, the more foreboding her premonition became. “Where is she now?”

Xin Yan: “With me. I can’t let her return to that party. I thought about hiring a lawyer, but I feel it wouldn’t help; that company knows all the legal loopholes.”

Bei Lanlan inhaled deeply. “Wait for me. I’ll come right away.”

Xin Yan was startled: “No, I can handle it. Didn’t you say the company’s busy? I won’t be going home too early tonight anyway. Once I’m done, I’ll come find you.”

Bei Lanlan chuckled.

By the time Xin Yan went to find her, it would be too late!

Xin Yan had her flaws, which Bei Lanlan knew well now. Xin Yan was endlessly patient and kind toward women—especially those with tragic backgrounds. She couldn’t resist helping them. The more miserable they were, the harder it was for Xin Yan to let go.

Bei Lanlan suspected she had caused this weakness herself.

Whatever the case, she couldn’t let Xin Yan be alone with the actress. Xin Yan was already charming on her own; add the role of a savior, and there was no telling what might happen next.

Xin Yan hung up, feeling strangely unsettled. A few minutes later, Yang Kexue returned, her makeup washed off, looking even more pitiable. She was still nervous, unable to believe that something good had happened to her. She kept rising, wanting to return to that party table.

Xin Yan comforted her. “Trust me, I’ll help you. I won’t let those scumbags near you again.”

It was the first time Yang Kexue had heard anyone speak to her like that. She stared at Xin Yan, feeling a strange emotion she couldn’t yet name. Before she could process it, the door behind them suddenly opened.

Yang Kexue jumped. Bei Lanlan glanced at Xin Yan, then locked her gaze on Yang Kexue.

Perfect—still looking fragile and pitiful.

Bei Lanlan composed herself and smiled slightly. “Hello, I’m Xin Yan’s wife, Bei Lanlan. Xin Yan already told me your situation. I think you don’t want to stay here any longer. I’ve booked a hotel for you and assigned two bodyguards.

You’ll be safe. Come, I’ll take you there.”

She pulled Yang Kexue up without asking. Panicked, Yang Kexue turned to Xin Yan for help. Xin Yan smiled warmly: “Go ahead. Lanlan’s reliable.”

Not easy—her demon finally showing a streak of kindness.

After that night, Yang Kexue disappeared from Xin Yan’s life. The next day, Bei Lanlan arranged an audition two thousand kilometers away. She handled the contract termination, paid a hefty penalty, and covered Yang Kexue’s sister’s medical expenses. Her sister was now healthy.

Yang Kexue was deeply moved. She wanted to thank Bei Lanlan in person, but Bei Lanlan refused, saying over the phone that the money was only a temporary loan, to be repaid once Yang Kexue earned it.

Yang Kexue nodded repeatedly—of course, she had to repay it.

Bei Lanlan also said she hoped Yang Kexue would develop her career in the south.

Yang Kexue asked why. Bei Lanlan explained that the stages there were bigger; one day, she could become a leading figure, making the city proud that she lived there.

Yang Kexue was moved to tears. She immediately promised not to let Bei Lanlan down.

Three months later, Xin Yan saw Yang Kexue on TV in an interview, learning she had settled so far away. She was surprised: “She left already? I thought she’d stay near the orphanage that raised her.”

Beside her, Bei Lanlan glanced at the screen: “Maybe the opportunities are better there.”

Xin Yan thought for a moment: “That makes sense.”