The Big Boss Tears Up the Scum Girl's Script - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: When the Phoenix Girl Turns Good

Rong City in the summer was as hot as a furnace. Pedestrians were few and far between on the streets; no one would expose themselves to the sunlight unless absolutely necessary.

With blue skies and white clouds under the scorching sun, looking up offered a beautiful, vivid aesthetic—a high-contrast oil painting of the sky hanging far overhead. However, this high temperature was baking the asphalt roads. The blinding glare made one believe that cracking an egg on the ground would result in it being cooked instantly.

Nearby, the summer cicadas in the trees were screeching heart-wrenchingly, ratcheting up the irritation level by several notches. Just hearing that sound allowed one to feel the sweat-inducing heat; there was no doubt this was a summer that could kill.

“This weather is truly hot. If it weren’t for the supermarket sale today, I wouldn’t have stepped out. Don’t you agree?”

An older woman wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, looking at the young woman in front of her as she waited for an answer.

The girl was young, appearing to be in her early twenties, dressed fashionably with a bag slung over her elbow. At a glance, she looked no different from any other college student on the street. They were all like that—young, beautiful, and radiating an academic air untainted by society, looking refined and delicate.

The woman’s gaze slid from the girl’s tall frame to the roses in her arms. She paused for a few seconds before looking back at the fair face.

It had to be said that she was exceptionally beautiful. If you didn’t look at her eyes, she perfectly fit a parent’s image of a “good girl.”

A long green dress, fair skin, light makeup—her lip color was neither too dark nor too light, enhancing her complexion without being overpowering. Her red lips were the most striking feature of her face. Her jet-black, silky hair cascaded down to her waist. In her flowing dress, she stood there like a refreshing stroke of deep green in the sweltering summer.

However, she looked a bit like the tragic heroine of a melodrama; she had to keep a smile on her face at all times, or she would look like a pitiful “white lotus” lead who got bullied but couldn’t speak up, appearing too sorrowful.

The older woman couldn’t quite place the feeling, so she looked a few more times. What was most stunning was the dark green dress, which added a touch of cold nobility to her pure and innocent aura, giving off a “Cinderella transformation” vibe.

Suddenly, the girl moved. Her vacant eyes turned over, allowing the woman to see them clearly. Her eyes were like obsidian, bright and clear, but her pupils were small, showing a lot of white. This, combined with her tragic features, made her expression look somewhat cold and thin—the kind of face people might assume belongs to someone with a bad temper.

To put it plainly, she had a natural “resting boss face.”

Such unique looks made her stand out like a white crane among a flock of common birds. Her profile even looked a bit like the lead actress in the drama her granddaughter was obsessed with.

Seeing the girl staring blankly ahead without speaking, looking as if she had lost her soul, the older woman felt inexplicably creeped out. She asked again: “I say, young lady, why aren’t you talking? You didn’t get heatstroke, did you? The news has been reporting people collapsing outside lately. If you get heat exhaustion and they can’t save you, your internal organs literally cook. It’s tragic…”

A faint voice was still murmuring in her head, but it was interrupted by the question. The dazed person instantly snapped back to reality.

Yun Jiang woke up with a jolt, her mouth moving faster than her brain to utter a single syllable: “Ah?”

Having regained consciousness, she wasn’t quite clear-headed yet. Her head throbbed with pain as she looked around the environment in confusion, not knowing where she was or what she was supposed to be doing.

She only knew she had transmigrated. Her name was Yun Jiang. She had no memories of the past and no memories of the present—a complete blank slate.

Currently, she was standing under a bus stop sign, holding a bouquet of roses dappled with water droplets. The passionate red bloomed in the summer heat. Her wandering gaze landed behind her. The older woman, holding a promotional shopping bag from a supermarket, was looking at her with confusion.

The woman asked, “Are you alright? You suddenly stopped talking. I thought you were going to faint.”

Yun Jiang didn’t know who she was. She shook her head dizzily. “I’m fine.”

Her expression was like a crashed robot, standing stupidly with her flowers, not even moving when the sun glared onto her face. In reality, she was still processing the fact that she had transmigrated. Her shocked inner state didn’t show on her face, making her look dull.

“Where… is this?” Yun Jiang couldn’t help but ask.

Once she turned around, the woman suddenly felt the girl looked even better than the actresses on TV; she could easily be a star. The woman thought to herself: This girl looks like a big celebrity, but she seems a bit slow in the head.

Based on their “pleasant” chat just now—and the fact that the girl was a student from a prestigious university—the woman replied, “Is this not Wenhua Road? You just said you were transferring here to go to a friend’s birthday party.”

“Oh, right, right. Thank you.” Yun Jiang pretended to have a moment of realization, but her mind was still a mess.

I definitely don’t know her.

The woman remarked casually, “Forgetting so quickly. Your memory is worse than an old lady’s like mine.”

She remembered that when they first started talking, the girl said she was a student at An University, going to meet friends for the weekend. The roses in her arms were a gift for a friend. This dazed expression didn’t look like someone who could get into a top-tier school. Was she bragging?

Yun Jiang clutched the roses and looked back with the same confusion, her dark eyes reflecting a clear, bewildered state.

The woman: “…”

Yun Jiang felt the woman’s gaze becoming increasingly strange, as if she were looking at a scammer trying to steal an elderly person’s pension.

Finally, the woman, drenched in sweat, asked, “Then what are you standing here for? The bus is here; are you getting on or not?”

Just as she finished speaking, a bus closed its doors. The driver, wearing UV-protection glasses, stepped on the gas and swept away, leaving behind swirling fallen leaves. The next bus in line crawled up slowly—it was the one the woman needed to take.

Yun Jiang looked at the red numbers on the bus display. The bright red numbers stung her confused eyes. Having no memory, she didn’t recognize this bus and didn’t know where it was going, so she stepped back under the advertisement board.

“My bus is here. I’m going first.” Seeing that the girl could move and had a healthy complexion—not looking like she had heatstroke—the woman felt relieved enough to board the bus, ending the encounter.

Luckily, she was just a passing stranger, otherwise, the change of soul would have been discovered. Yun Jiang watched the bus disappear into the distance, remaining alone under the advertisement board for shade.

The ambient temperature was like a steamer. She could clearly feel herself sweating, being baked into a “salted fish.” After standing for a moment, her hands felt a bit sticky. With a slight movement, the bouquet in her arms rustled.

Looking down, she saw a cream-colored greeting card tucked inside the exquisitely wrapped red roses. The elegant handwriting read: “Wishing my wife, Lu Yuan, a happy birthday! Be happy every day!”

Yun Jiang’s eyes widened when she saw the address: “…!”

Her first reaction was to the term “wife.” This is bad. This person has a wife! Her second reaction was: Starting the game with a wife? What kind of top-tier move is this!

Then she thought: This card is so perfunctory. Such a casual greeting. Why didn’t she write more romantic words? They’re ‘wives’; if the love letter isn’t several hundred words long, it’s hard to make it right.

The memory-less Yun Jiang, who had usurped this body, was at a loss. She even considered finding a deserted river to jump into to see if she could transmigrate back. But the problem was, she had no memories other than her name. What if she couldn’t go back?

While she was considering whether to violate the original owner’s privacy by checking her phone, the phone in her bag rang first. She pulled it out and saw another name she didn’t recognize.

Meng Yirou? Who?

“…” Caught in a dilemma.

After a second of hesitation, Yun Jiang held the flowers in one hand and answered the phone with the other. She swiped to answer and tried to stay calm. “Hello?”

The girl named Meng Yirou paused for a moment, clearly surprised by her tone. Yun Jiang, banking on the fact that the other couldn’t see her expression, waited calmly for a response.

Then, amidst the sound of a lively conversation on the other end, the voice said: “Where are you? Haven’t arrived yet? Almost everyone is here. Yuanyuan is waiting for you to cut the cake and make a wish together.”

“Sorry, I’m not there yet. I got delayed picking something up…” Hearing about the legendary “wife,” Yun Jiang felt even hotter. She couldn’t think of a solution immediately, and worrying was useless.

After thinking for a bit, Yun Jiang tested the waters: “I’m still waiting for a bus at Wenhua Road. I should be there soon.”

On the other end, Meng Yirou clearly disagreed, her tone carrying a hint of casual impatience: “Wenhua Road is quite far from Wutong Restaurant. You might as well call a car; it’s only a few dozen yuan, not expensive.”

Wutong Restaurant.

Yun Jiang, having successfully fished out the address, did not agree that a few dozen yuan for a car was “not expensive.” Especially for a student; a few dozen yuan could cover a day or two in the cafeteria if spent carefully.

It was strange. Despite having no memories of her own, she seemed to have a clear grasp of basic common sense. Looking at the high-quality long dress and the well-crafted bag she was wearing—contrasted with the slightly cheap-looking roses—she couldn’t be sure about the original owner’s family background.

Yun Jiang gave a casual agreement: “Okay, I’ll call a car and head over now.” Regardless, she had to find out who she was, and she couldn’t avoid the people close to the original owner anyway.

“You’re willing to…” The other person went silent again, a short silence filled with obvious surprise.

This made Yun Jiang even more confused about the original owner’s personality. After a few more vague words, she hung up on the pretext of catching a car. Standing outside in this weather required courage; luckily, it didn’t take long to flag down a taxi.

The driver was a talkative, enthusiastic man. While Yun Jiang enjoyed the air conditioning, he chatted away. The memory-less Yun Jiang just made up stories on the spot, successfully fooling the driver. When she couldn’t keep it up, she closed her eyes to rest, thinking about the future.

The original owner was missing, and she, with no memories, occupied the body. She should find a way to return it.

Wutong Restaurant was located in the north of Rong City. Coincidentally, Yun Jiang had started from the university district in the south. From Meng Yirou’s words, she knew it was a significant distance. Driving from south to north took quite some time.

When they reached the destination, she looked at the meter. She felt the driver was enthusiastic, but the meter was even more “enthusiastic.” The fare, which was about to break the 80-yuan mark, made Yun Jiang’s heart tremble. No wonder the original owner preferred to stand in the heat waiting for a bus rather than calling a car; this price was indeed not cheap.

Enduring the heartache, Yun Jiang pulled out her phone to scan and pay, not wanting to look at her pitiful balance a second time. After the payment, the already pathetic three-digit balance was further decimated, leaving only a small amount starting with a ‘2’. She didn’t know if it could last the whole day.

Standing before the luxuriously decorated restaurant entrance, the male greeter smiled and invited her in. “Welcome, Miss. This way, please.”

Yun Jiang’s body, however, became inexplicably resistant and stiff, as if it were unwilling to enter. This physiological reaction made her heart sink; her hunch along the way had come true. Appearance can lie, clothes can lie, but subconscious reactions don’t. The original owner was not someone accustomed to entering such places.

Taking a deep breath, Yun Jiang stepped inside in her low heels. The cool breeze from the central air conditioning hit her, whisking away the residual heat.

As expected, the inside was as lively as she had imagined—full of beautifully dressed young men and women. The atmosphere suggested they all knew each other. Wutong Restaurant seemed to have been booked for the birthday party. They were all acquaintances, but whether they were acquaintances with Yun Jiang was a different story.

When they saw someone entering, the room went quiet for a moment. Everyone turned to look at Yun Jiang at the door with varying expressions.

Some, whose mouths were faster than their brains, blurted out: “That’s her?”

They were quickly nudged by their friends, forcing them to stop. Their eyes, however, continued to scan her up and down, intentionally or otherwise. It was as if the person who had arrived wasn’t the girlfriend of the birthday host, but a giant panda that had escaped from the zoo.

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