The Big Boss Tears Up the Scum Girl's Script - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: When a “Phoenix Woman” Turns Good

She stepped right into the aroma of food, with the faint sounds of talking and laughing coming from the kitchen nearby.

Lu Yuan stood dazed for a long time before stepping out of her room. Her first instinct was to look at the sofa; she saw her familiar handbag still sitting there. As she moved closer, the conversation became clearer.

The most prominent voice was the housekeeper’s surprised tone: “This is really good! You learned it after being shown just once, and you wrap them so beautifully.”

“Of course,” followed Yun Jiang’s voice, sounding quite proud. “I told you I’d get it the moment I saw it. You didn’t believe me; here, I’ll wrap another one for you…”

Sensing someone approaching the kitchen door, Yun Jiang turned her head and smiled. “Yuanyuan, you’re awake. Look, aren’t the little wontons I wrapped pretty?”

The auntie, who came every day, let her smile fade slightly. She acted a bit constrained, giving a polite smile but not continuing the banter, instead lowering her head to stay busy with her work.

The kitchen in this apartment had several windows looking out over the penthouse view. Vast, white clouds filled the sky, seemingly boundless. Just then, a cloud shifted, revealing brilliant sunlight that cast a halo around Yun Jiang. Her face blurred for a moment in Lu Yuan’s eyes before snapping back into focus.

Yun Jiang’s presence suddenly drew closer; she had walked over specifically to show Lu Yuan her handiwork. The wide sleeves of her loungewear slid down with the movement, revealing a pair of pale, slender wrists, making her appear exceptionally soft and domestic.

“I just learned how to wrap these. You can taste them in a bit,” Yun Jiang said.

Lu Yuan snapped out of her daze, her gaze falling on the small wonton cradled in Yun Jiang’s palm. The filling was perfectly round, encased in a thin skin that revealed the slight pink of the meat. It was shaped like a little goldfish—quite lovely.

Commonplace things seemed to become precious when held in Yun Jiang’s hands. Usually, Lu Yuan never cared about the shape of the wontons she ate, let alone observed them, but now she suddenly felt the urge to play with it. She raised her hand, her fingertip reaching out to touch it.

However, the flour-dusted hand pulled back, refusing the touch.

Yun Jiang said, “It’s not cooked yet, you can’t eat it. Go back to your room and wash up. It’ll be ready by the time you come out.”

Lu Yuan met those smiling eyes and said, “Okay.”

Walking on her long, thin, straight legs, a muddled Lu Yuan headed back to her room. As she took off her top, she stared at the “formal dress knot” on her back and fell into deep thought.

This thing… how do I undo it?

In the kitchen, the soup base was bubbling in the pot, occasionally releasing the mouth-watering aroma of bone broth.

Yun Jiang picked up another piece of wonton skin and asked, “Auntie, do you know how many Yuanyuan usually eats?”

“Miss Lu doesn’t usually eat much…” The auntie thought for a moment and gave an approximate number.

Watching Yun Jiang’s hands move—two or three quick motions producing an exquisite little wonton—she soon had a tray lined with rows of neat little goldfish.

The auntie hurriedly said, “No need to do so many. If you like them, I’ll wrap more later and put them in the freezer so you can have them anytime.”

Estimating the quantity was sufficient, Yun Jiang stopped. “She seems to like them; I just wanted to make a portion for her myself. Yesterday was her birthday, a day worth celebrating, so I wanted to give her one more surprise.”

The auntie wasn’t one for flowery words; she simply smiled. “I didn’t realize yesterday was Miss Lu’s birthday. She specifically told me to take the day off. You two really have a wonderful relationship.”

Yun Jiang didn’t look up, casually asking, “How so?”

“She smiles so much more now. She’s much more cheerful.”

Yun Jiang couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking of the “The Young Master finally smiled!” trope of old butlers.

The auntie, not understanding the joke, laughed along. “Don’t disbelieve me. I’ve been through a marriage myself; how could I not recognize genuine sincerity?”

Truthfully, she liked Lu Yuan as an employer, but Lu Yuan was usually very silent at home—either practicing piano all night in the soundproof room or reading in the study, barely interacting with anyone. As a domestic worker getting paid to do a job, she couldn’t overstep her bounds to manage her employer’s life.

Accompanied by the sound of the boiling soup, the auntie sighed. “Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder. Regardless, today you two seem much closer than before.”

Today was Monday. Both of them happened to have classes only in the afternoon. After eating a late brunch, they headed back to campus.

Since it was still early, Yun Jiang hurried back to her dormitory to grab her books. Her on-campus dorm was an apartment-style two-bedroom, where she had her own room. Her roommate was usually buried in the library, so she didn’t see anyone when she returned. A handmade sign hung on the roommate’s door with the word “Out.” Turning the sign over would reveal “Studying,” a way to remind each other without needing to speak.

When it was time for class, Yun Jiang found a random seat, intending to look over the material so she wouldn’t fall behind. However, upon opening the book, she realized she already knew everything.

This realization startled her. Leaning back against her laptop bag, her eyes scanned the lines of text. It wasn’t just “knowledge” in the sense of having a memory of it; she truly understood it all, even deep, complex concepts that she previously couldn’t grasp.

Yun Jiang began to wonder what she had done in her past life. Could it be… I’m a high-IQ genius who understands everything at a glance?

While she was thinking, a sarcastic voice drifted over from the next row: “Some people don’t need to worry about internships. They can just go to their girlfriend’s company. Sit in a department, get several times the salary, get an internship certificate easily, and even polish their resume.”

Yun Jiang closed her book and looked up. The surroundings fell silent.

One seat over, Liang Qiaoxia was looking at her with crossed arms and a mocking smile. Behind Liang Qiaoxia, in a far corner, was the back of Lu Chenye. He seemed to sense the tension and looked back briefly, his gaze not lingering for a second before turning away.

Like many times before, he was playing the role of the bystander controlling the board.

Liang Qiaoxia was holding a grudge and was determined to be the nail that stuck out. “Why are you looking at me? I didn’t mention any names.”

The female student who had started the topic looked embarrassed; she had just been discussing internship companies with her roommate and hadn’t expected Liang Qiaoxia to jump in and use it as a weapon. But no one wanted to argue with her, so they stayed silent. After all, this arrogant heiress was fully capable of making things difficult for a student’s internship through her father’s influence.

It’s easy to deal with the King of Hell, but hard to deal with the little devils—Liang Qiaoxia was a classic example.

Yun Jiang: “Bad luck.”

Before Liang could lash out again, Yun Jiang repeated: “Really bad luck. This is a place for class, not your personal stage.”

“I can’t compete with your acting. You were so good at putting on a show last night—pretending to be aggrieved just to make Miss Lu embarrass someone in public.”

Liang Qiaoxia dropped the act. She had always made her dislike of Yun Jiang obvious, and now it was just more blatant. “You’re a great actress, but your performance is low-class. Only someone like Miss Lu is willing to do ‘poverty relief’ and give you scraps.” Every word was a pointed barb.

“A favorite kept for her looks won’t last long. Thinking you can cling to the Lu family tree and turn from a phoenix woman into a real phoenix… a poor country girl will always be a poor country girl. Short-sightedness is a common disease.”

This sentence immediately stirred up a storm and provoked public anger. Who in this school hadn’t relied on their own hard work to change their status? To be dismissed as a “poor country girl” was something no one could tolerate.

Furthermore, while Yun Jiang liked to spend money and was misunderstood as coming from a wealthy family, she had never intentionally claimed that status; she simply hadn’t explained it. She hadn’t bragged in front of her classmates, nor had she stolen a spot for financial aid intended for poor students. At most, it was a matter of personal style, not something deserving of public mockery.

Quite a few students’ faces darkened, and the more hot-tempered ones were already standing up.

Yun Jiang actually chuckled. “Out of the blue, why is Student Liang giving us an autobiography?”

Low laughter broke out around her. No one was a fool; Yun Jiang wasn’t the only one who wanted to cling to the Lu family tree. If they could, who wouldn’t want an internship at Mingsheng Group? As a Fortune Global 500 company, even a day there was invaluable.

Liang Qiaoxia had offended a group of excellent students in a single breath. Her classmates included not only top students from across the country but also quite a few wealthy children who had stayed in China for school. It was hard to say who was truly “short-sighted.”

Many began to wonder how someone like her had even gotten into this university. They wanted to “respect the diversity of species,” but her words were truly infuriating.

Liang Qiaoxia: “Are you an idiot? I’m talking about you!” She stubbornly refused to believe Yun Jiang had any actual talent, insisting that her internship was purely the result of privilege.

Deepening her voice, Liang Qiaoxia questioned her publicly: “Do you dare say your entry into Mingsheng wasn’t because of Lu Yuan?”

Yun Jiang: “It was because of Lu Yuan.”

The crowd was stunned that Yun Jiang would actually admit it so openly, especially Liang Qiaoxia. She acted as if she had caught a massive secret, becoming even more self-righteous. “You admitted it yourself! Why are you still pretending to be ‘independent’ and ‘clear-headed’?”

“I admit I obtained an interview opportunity because of Lu Yuan.” Yun Jiang had decided to clear up the rampant rumors, and this was the perfect time to do it once and for all.

The low murmurs were suppressed by her calm, cold tone. The person at the center of the controversy continued: “But I earned the result myself. I gained the approval of the interviewers based on my GPA, my written exam scores, and my performance during the interview, rather than being an ‘airborne’ hire. Interview results are made public on their official website with evidence for everything. You don’t even look; you just open your mouth to spread rumors that I’m a ‘privileged’ person. How do you think the other classmates interning at Mingsheng feel about me?”

Shifting her tone, Yun Jiang looked straight at her. “You don’t actually think Mingsheng Group grew to what it is today by relying on nepotism, do you?”

Liang Qiaoxia, whose family business was built on nepotism, felt her sore spot being stepped on. She hadn’t expected Yun Jiang to be so bold. Having been in the same class for so long, she thought she knew her; usually, Yun Jiang wouldn’t bother to explain these things. If she had known, Liang wouldn’t have opened her mouth today.

Seeing that Liang Qiaoxia was about to resort to her traditional skill of throwing things, Yun Jiang struck first: “Professor Yan’s class is next! If you dare break that cup, he’ll dare to fail you!”

Professor Yan was a famous professor in the Finance Department—highly respected, with students everywhere. He was famous for being brilliant, bad-tempered, and old; he didn’t care who your father was.

The raised water cup froze in mid-air, unable to descend.

A male student said, “Please give me back my cup.”

Liang Qiaoxia scoffed. “If it breaks, I’ll pay you back double for a new one. What are you worried about?!”

The male student whose cup had been snatched quickly took it back from her hands and said, “Thank you, I don’t need double compensation. I’m not used to things that are too new.”

“What did you say?” Liang Qiaoxia felt insulted. Her stubbornness flared again; she reached to grab the cup. “Anything I’m wearing could buy a truckload of cups to give back to you! Give me that cup!”

“I heard from Yuanyuan’s etiquette teacher that venting anger by smashing things to establish authority usually has the opposite effect.” A cool, indifferent voice rang out, the irony clear. “The people around you will indeed be intimidated, but they will only think that person is a shrew or a brute. Well-bred children don’t announce their authority like that. Someone like you is a classic example of a shrew.”

Her family background was her pride, so being called a “shrew” to her face made Liang Qiaoxia nearly explode with rage.

A student at the door shouted: “The Professor is coming!”

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