Transmigrated as the Movie Star’s Little Good for Nothing - Chapter 9

Shen Xing wrapped his arms tightly around Auntie Mei’s waist, completely bewildered and in shock. “Auntie…?”

Like any child his age, he couldn’t tell if adults were being serious. Kids don’t understand the nuance of lies; they can’t judge whether a statement is heartfelt or just a cruel joke.

But Xing was different from other kids in one crucial way. While most children are terrified of being separated from their parents…because their parents are their ultimate safe harbor…Xing harbored a quiet, secret hope that he could actually leave with Auntie Mei.

Auntie Mei was good to him. She cared for him and truly loved him.

Yet at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t just abandon his mom. Because his mom was his mom, the only “mother” he had in the world.

“Oh, so you’ve finally shown your true colors, huh?”

Zhang Yuehan was an absolute anomaly. Seeing his own child about to be taken away didn’t faze him in the slightest. He stood there perfectly calm, practically radiating indifference.

“We’ve been neighbors for over three years, and you’ve basically raised my kid for me the whole time. You’ve poured so much effort into my son, I haven’t even had the chance to say thank you.”

Zhang Yuehan’s hypocritical smile made Gao Qiumei want to gag. “No thanks necessary. I only did what any decent person would do.”

“Oh, really? Aren’t you a saint,” Yuehan sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know you can’t have kids of your own, so you’re desperate for mine. Just own up to it, I get it.”

“This has absolutely nothing to do with whether I can have children or not,” Gao Qiumei said, her fists clenching as she fought to contain her rage. “Whether you like it or not, I am taking Xing with me.”

She stated it as an absolute fact.

Hidden behind her, Shen Xing was too terrified to utter a word.

He looked up at Auntie Mei, then turned his gaze back to his mother. His little heart was deeply conflicted. He desperately wanted to move far away with Auntie Mei, but the thought of leaving his mother behind hurt.

He only had this one mom… Growing up without a father was already hard enough; how could he lose his mother too?

But the moment he looked at Zhang Yuehan, the little boy’s heart shuddered. He suddenly realized something chilling: His mom wasn’t looking at him at all.

Yuehan didn’t care about where Shen Xing ended up. He didn’t possess a shred of maternal affection for this son he viewed as dead weight. He simply studied Gao Qiumei with an amused, contemptuous smirk.

“Sure.”

After evaluating her for a moment, Yuehan agreed to her demand with alarming ease.

“Since you love kids so much, he’s yours.” Completely disregarding how Shen Xing might feel, he added a few performative lines just to save face. “I’m handing over such a beautiful boy to you, so you better take good care of him for me.”

Qiumei wanted to laugh in his face.

When had she ever failed to take care of Xing?

Of all the people in the world, this biological male-mother was the absolute least qualified to lecture her on parenting.

“You’re just… handing your son over to me, just like that?”

“Yep,” Yuehan nodded. “He’s yours. Aren’t you moving anyway? Take him with you.”

“Fine.” The sheer ease of the exchange made Qiumei swallow hard. Even though she had prepared herself for this outcome, she couldn’t help but feel a profound wave of sorrow for Shen Xing.

This disgusting man didn’t even bother to put up a fight. He was literally just letting her walk away with his child!

“Let’s go, Xing.” Wanting to shield the boy from any more emotional trauma, she suppressed her grief, took Shen Xing by the hand, and led him toward the stairwell. “From today on, you’re living with Auntie Mei.”

Still unable to fully grasp what was happening, Shen Xing let himself be pulled along like a little doll, constantly looking back over his shoulder in utter shock. “Where… where are we going?”

When he looked back for his mom, he saw that Yuehan had already turned around.

“Auntie, Mom is…”

The crushing reality finally hit the little boy. His nose tickled, and two massive tears welled up and spilled over his round, wide eyes.

“Does he not want me anymore?”

Refusing to give up hope, the little guy kept looking back, staring intently at Zhang Yuehan’s receding back until it vanished from sight.

He saw it with his own eyes. His mother never looked back…not even once. There wasn’t an ounce of heartbreak or longing in that departure.

“Mom doesn’t want me…” The undeniable truth smashed into him, and Shen Xing burst into a messy, hysterical wail. “Waaah! Mom doesn’t want me anymore!”

Qiumei bent down, scooped the fragile little boy up into her arms, and held him close, gently patting his back to soothe him.

She wanted to whisper comforting lies, anything to ease the heartbreak of a child who was only three and a half years old. But as her lips trembled, she found she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.

Zhang Yuehan was colder, more heartless, and more detached than she could have ever imagined. His immediate, effortless compliance felt surreal.

If only… if only he had used the child as an excuse to demand money from her. At least that would have made the scene look “normal”…at least it would have given the little guy a sense that he had value, that his existence mattered to someone!

But Yuehan hadn’t even bothered.

Looking at it from another angle, rescuing Xing right now was an absolute necessity. If she had been even a day or a moment later, who knows how Yuehan might have disposed of him.

“Don’t be scared, Xing.”

Qiumei offered no sugarcoated comforts, nor did she directly answer his agonizing question. Instead, she looked at him with a deeply serious, fiercely protective expression.

“Auntie wants you.”

Around eight in the evening, inside the massive Gu family estate, a peaceful and serene atmosphere filled the air…that distinct, lazy tranquility that settles over a house just after dinner.

During these hours, the busy domestic staff would usually slow their pace, casually wrapping up their chores for the day. Because the house was so quiet, the sudden, frantic thud-thud-thud of someone pounding on a door sounded incredibly jarring.

“…”

Staring at the tightly shut study door, Gu Congjue was thoroughly annoyed.

He had no idea who was hogging the study tonight, locking it from the inside and completely ignoring his knocking.

His Legos and puzzles were locked in there. Without them, how was he supposed to survive the mind-numbing boredom of a long evening?

Was he supposed to rely on cartoons, picture books, toy cars, and Ultraman figures? Give him a break.

Terrified that someone might mess up his painstakingly sorted Lego blocks and puzzle pieces, Congjue hammered on the door twice more. Instead of opening the door, however, his antics brought Nanny Rong rushing down the hall.

“Oh, my little master, what do you think you’re doing?”

She had only stepped away for a moment to warm up a towel, and the young master had already slipped away. Scared out of her wits, Yang Cuirong hurried over to Congjue’s side, kneeling right on the floor to scoop the toddler into her arms.

“Pounding on the door like that hurts your little hands, you know.”

Congjue rested his hand on Nanny Rong’s shoulder, balancing on his tiptoes to point at the doorknob.

“Lock… locked.”

He focused hard on articulating the difficult consonant sounds, gesturing emphatically with his tiny hands after he spoke.

“Zle. Puzzle.”

“The young mistress is working inside the study right now, so let’s not disturb Mommy, okay?” Nanny Rong spoke softly, keeping the little guy still as she gently wiped his face. “Let Nanny wipe your face first. Look at what a handsome little gentleman we have, we can’t have white toothpaste foam stuck to the corner of your mouth, can we?”

Congjue stood perfectly still and closed his eyes, submissively letting her clean his face. He instinctively licked his lips and noticed a faint sweetness…definitely kids’ toothpaste.

“Who’s that little troublemaker making all that noise out here so late?”

Gu Pingyue had been disturbed in the master bedroom and came out to check on his son.

“Why are you knocking? Looking for Mommy?”

“The young master wants his puzzles and blocks,” Yang Cuirong explained. “He plays with them every night. I went to fetch a warm towel just now and forgot to take them out for him first.”

“Well, let’s skip it for tonight then.” Pingyue reached down to take his son’s hand. “Mommy is handling some very important business in the study. Come on, spend the evening with Daddy instead? I’ll read you a story.”

Congjue shot his father a look of pure, unadulterated disdain, continuing his hand gestures: “Messy. It’ll get messy.”

“No it won’t, Mommy will be very careful not to step on them.”

When he wasn’t acting like an eccentric diva, Movie Star Gu actually looked quite dignified and cultured. Seeing that his son was refusing to cooperate, he channeled his full fatherly authority, reached down, and hoisted the toddler right into the air.

“All washed up? Good. Back to the bedroom to read scripts with Daddy.”

Congjue hung helplessly from his father’s grip like a little chick. Initially, he wanted to kick his legs and throw a bit of a tantrum to register his profound dissatisfaction, but after two weak kicks, he completely gave up.

Carry me however you want, he thought. My soul is already dead to this.

With a sharp thud, the bedroom door shut, and Congjue was successfully dragged back inside.

The moment the Gu father and son disappeared into their room, Xiang Yuyan had someone unlock the study door from the inside. Gao Qiumei poked her head out on behalf of the young mistress to ask, “Was that the young master knocking just now?”

“Yes, it was. He wanted to grab his puzzles from the study, but the master has already carried him back to the bedroom for the night.”

“Understood. Thanks for your hard work, Sister Rong.”

Qiumei smiled at Yang Cuirong, a thick layer of unshed tears making her eyes glisten with sadness.

“Goodnight, Sister Rong. May… may our paths cross again.”

Since they both worked for the Gu family, Cuirong obviously knew that Qiumei was resigning. Today was her final shift…this farewell could very well be the last time they ever saw each other.

Life is a long road, and it’s completely normal to drift apart from people along the way. Even best friends can’t promise they won’t grow distant, let alone two “coworkers” with a significant age gap who rarely interacted outside of work.

“Yes, goodnight,” Cuirong replied with a warm, maternal smile. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Best of luck out there, Xiaomei.”

Cuirong didn’t offer any grand words of comfort or try to persuade her to stay. She simply greeted Qiumei exactly as she always did, as if they were going to run into each other right here in the villa tomorrow morning.

This light, pressure-free goodbye was exactly what Qiumei needed to feel comforted. “Thank you! I appreciate it.”

She couldn’t stop herself from waving, calling out several goodbyes as she clung to the doorframe, watching Cuirong disappear down the hallway. Only then did she wipe her eyes and pull the study door shut.

“Young mistress, Sister Rong said the young master has already been taken back to the bedroom by the master.”

Xiang Yuyan sighed softly. Resting her hands on her hips, she stared at the departing maid for a long moment before pulling out a couple of tissues and handing them over.

“I told you not to quit, but you insisted on leaving. Now that I’m letting you go, you’re standing here crying your eyes out.

“Oh, Xiaomei… let me ask you one last time: Are you absolutely certain you want to resign and take that child to live out in the suburbs?”

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