Transmigrating As The Scummy Ex-Wife Of The Cold And Aloof Tycoon - Chapter 10

“Tomorrow then.” Xin Ning’s dark eyes were misted by the rising steam, looking like a water surface disturbed by ripples. “Where are you staying now? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Ye Yichi didn’t understand why she was so obsessed with knowing her address.

She had never understood Xin Ning didn’t know why she liked the strange coach doors of the Bentley, didn’t know why she insisted on picking her up for a simple divorce… but there was one thing Ye Yichi did know: when Xin Ning was particularly happy, she would wear that ruby stud on her rounded earlobe.

The next day at noon, the white Bentley appeared downstairs at the apartment as promised.

Xin Ning, in the driver’s seat, was wearing the ruby earring.

Is she really this happy about getting a divorce? Ha, no poker face at all, Ye Yichi thought, rolling her eyes at the Bentley.

“Get in,” Xin Ning said, rolling down the window.

The scorching sunlight hit the roof of the car, bringing out a brilliant luster, and illuminated Xin Ning’s exquisite, sharp jawline. It was a mix of fierceness and softness which master’s masterpiece was this? How could there be such a divine, natural beauty? Ye Yichi greedily admired her for a few seconds, licked her canine tooth, and sat in the passenger seat.

The car smoothly merged into the weaving traffic.

In the next lane was a bus.

Through the tinted glass, Ye Yichi saw an auntie sitting on the bus who looked familiar, they had chatted just yesterday.

The auntie also saw the white Bentley and was pointing it out to the person next to her. Ye Yichi couldn’t read lips, but it didn’t matter, the auntie’s expression was vivid, clearly mocking the owner of the Bentley for being dumped by her wife.

“President Xin, were you around here yesterday?”

It was probably just the same car model. How could that car, which was fast enough to take off, belong to Xin Ning? Ye Yichi wasn’t truly curious; it was just too quiet in the car. If she didn’t find something to do, her eyes would wander to Xin Ning’s face.

Dammit.

Blame it on that “divine craftsmanship.”

The hairline, the corners of the lips, the clean cheeks, and the eyes as black as night everything about Xin Ning was exactly Ye Yichi’s aesthetic. On countless mornings, Ye Yichi would wake up and use the faint light through the gap in the curtains to secretly trace Xin Ning’s features. She wanted to kiss her, but hesitated, not daring to.

Xin Ning was too beautiful and too cold, like the snow nurtured on the eternal glaciers of the Alps even if she fell into the mortal world, she carried a sacred glow…

Rubbish.

Ye Yichi recalled the past. What glow? What sacred snow? She had just been blinded by beauty.

If she had known three years ago that she couldn’t escape the fate of being divorced, she should have bitten Xin Ning’s lips fiercely every morning, forcing her to open her eyes. That way, those dark eyes, which looked like they held nothing, yet everything would have reflected her shadow.

Even for a fleeting moment, it would be better than never.

“No,” Xin Ning’s cold voice rang out. “I wasn’t here yesterday.”

Ye Yichi wasn’t exactly disappointed.

Just a coincidence then. A coincidence that an identical car was driving toward the city center; a coincidence that Xin Ning’s car was parked outside the cafe; a coincidence that the director worked for Xin Ning’s company; and a coincidence that as soon as the director left, Xin Ning walked in.

By the way, what was Xin Ning doing in the cafe yesterday?

“Why did you show up at the cafe yesterday?” Ye Yichi asked.

“Passing through.” Xin Ning gripped the steering wheel, her slender fingers sinking halfway into the fuzzy wheel cover. Her nails were trimmed round, and the lunulae were faint, showing a hint of pink.

Beautiful people really even have beautiful fingernails. Ye Yichi tried hard to look away. She couldn’t keep looking; the car was already filled with Xin Ning’s cold fragrance, and she was afraid she might do something if she wasn’t careful.

The car drove at a leisurely pace for a long time before stopping in front of an office building.

“Isn’t this Xin Corporation headquarters?” Ye Yichi lightly pinched her palm. She had been here countless times over the three years. Having been away for only a month, why did it feel as strange as if a lifetime had passed?

“Why bring me to Xin headquarters?” Ye Yichi asked. “I already finished my handover when I resigned.”

“There are many people you led. Only if you’re there will they accept the changes and leave willingly.” Xin Ning’s face remained expressionless.

Understood.

This wasn’t just cutting off an ex after reaching the top; this was wanting to use the ex as a blade to cut down the stumbling blocks for the new management.

No wonder she insisted on picking her up.

Heh.

“Want me to help you clear the obstacles? Fine.” Ye Yichi leaned back lazily, her fingertip curling as she tapped the car door lightly. “Come over and open the door, and say: ‘Queen, please step out.'”

Xin Ning got out, walked halfway around the front of the car, and pulled open the passenger door.

“Put your hand on the door frame to block it,” Ye Yichi said. “Just like I used to do.”

Being the first to get out, walking halfway around, shielding the door frame with a hand… back then, the Xin family was almost entirely under the control of the Ye family. As the sole heir of the Ye family, if she didn’t give Xin Ning some face, how could President Xin’s authority be established?

Now, she just wanted to experience it once. That’s not too much to ask, right?

Ye Yichi quietly looked at the open car door.

Xin Ning glanced at her, raised her hand, and partially covered the door frame. “Get out.”

“Say: ‘Queen, please step out,'” Ye Yichi corrected.

Xin Ning looked at her in silence.

“Forget it.” Ye Yichi shrugged and got out slowly. It wasn’t too much to ask, but it was too difficult for Xin Ning, and she couldn’t bear to push her

After finishing the business at Xin Corp, the Civil Affairs Bureau’s closing time had arrived.

The bright red marriage certificate in the bag failed to turn dark green.

Ye Yichi zipped her bag and stood up lazily. “I’m off then. Let’s meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. Don’t come to pick me up; it’s too much of a delay.”

“Are you in such a hurry?” Xin Ning also stood up.

Under the cold white lights, the ruby earring reflected a brilliant glow.

Who exactly is in a hurry? She was the one who had stayed away, and who was the one who relentlessly tracked her down? Who was the one willing to step into the mundane world just to discuss the divorce? Ye Yichi rolled her eyes.

She didn’t voice her complaint not because she didn’t want to, but because they had been sparring with words all afternoon, and her mouth was tired.

“If you’re not in a rush, let me treat you to dinner,” Xin Ning spoke again.

So she was asking if she was in a rush to leave? Ye Yichi pursed her lips; her throat was terribly dry.

In the past, she would have long ago taken out a throat lozenge. Unfortunately, her bag was empty now besides the marriage certificate and household registration, there was only her phone.

Oh, and a pack of tissues.

For a divorce, these were enough. Who would have thought to bring throat lozenges? Blame it on this annoying Xin Ning for not following the script. Ye Yichi turned her head and glared at her through gritted teeth.

Xin Ning opened her handbag and took out a candy wrapped in brown cellophane.

“Here.” She handed the brown candy to Ye Yichi.

She took out another one, unwrapped it, looked at it quietly for a few seconds, and put it in her mouth, her thin lips closed, the corners of her mouth tightened, and her eyes darkened slightly.

It’s just a candy, why does it look harder to eat than a nut? Ye Yichi shook her head in amusement. She unwrapped the candy in her hand looking at the color, could it be coffee flavored? Ye Yichi hadn’t had coffee candy before, so she licked it with the tip of her tongue first.

It seems… not bitter?

Unsure, she licked it again. It was actually Malva nut (Pang Dahai) flavor. Not bad.

She popped the candy into her mouth and mumbled, “Thanks.”

“I should be the one saying thank you.” Xin Ning tilted her chin slightly, scanning the empty office. “I troubled you today. Let me treat you to dinner.”

The location was chosen by Xin Ning a membership only restaurant right by the river.

The kind where even a Black Card required a reservation in advance.

The first time Ye Yichi came here was for business with Xin Ning. The private room had been booked a day early, and both she and Xin Ning had worn evening gowns. Ye Yichi remembered clearly that Xin Ning’s gown was a light champagne color decorated with sequins; under the spotlights, it was “bling-bling,” making her look like a noble princess.

What color was she wearing? Ye Yichi recalled for a few seconds, it seemed to be wine red?

That time she was forced to drink quite a bit. The red wine swirled down the glass, drop by drop, no different from the sparkling beads on her evening gown.

President Xin is different now. Look, she comes whenever she wants, even skipping the reservation.

No need to smile and entertain, and no one forcing her to drink.

“What would you like to drink?” Xin Ning asked. “An ’82 Lafite?”

“Huh?” Ye Yichi snapped back to reality, her gaze landing on Xin Ning’s eyes.

“An ’82 Lafite,” Xin Ning repeated softly, her cold eyes tinged with a faint orange glow from the lights. “You used to say that only top-tier wine is worthy of a top-tier beauty. Anything less than an ’82 Lafite isn’t fit for your mouth.”

“That was nonsense,” Ye Yichi laughed. “If I didn’t say that, how could I refuse the drinks? If I really started drinking, who could outdrink those middle-aged men with beer bellies?”

Xin Ning didn’t respond.

Exquisite dishes were placed on equally exquisite white porcelain plates, served one by one. After all the dishes were served, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam brought a tray with a bottle of red wine. The label was a pale yellow.

Chateau Lafite Rothschild 1982 PAUILLAC

“It really is an ’82 Lafite?” Ye Yichi narrowed her eyes slightly.

Any year of Lafite is just wine made from grapes fruity with some bitterness, just a matter of more or less. Ye Yichi could never get used to it.

In the past, after business dinners, she would sneak a candy into her mouth.

She wouldn’t use candy today. A bit of bitterness is just right for a day like this. After today’s bitterness, she’ll get the divorce tomorrow, and from then on, the world is wide for her to fly sweetly.

“Come on, pour it,” Ye Yichi held up her wine glass.

“Please get her a glass of watermelon juice,” Xin Ning told the woman in the cheongsam. “I’ll drink the wine alone.”

The wine glass hung in mid-air. Ye Yichi didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or to praise President Xin for being so thoughtful.

A moment later, pink watermelon juice was served. A bright red rose was tucked into the rim of the glass, and the straw was twisted into a heart shape right next to the rose. Ye Yichi pinched the straw and took a light sip. Ha, as expected, sweet things really are better. Thank goodness for dopamine; it makes one forget their troubles.

“Do you still remember the first time we came here?” Xin Ning held the stem of the wine glass, swirling it slowly.

The dark red liquid swirled with it, releasing a rich aroma that mixed with the cold fragrance on Xin Ning’s body. It circled around Ye Yichi’s nose, making her heart beat faster.

Surely not? Is ’82 Lafite this potent? Just a sniff and I’m feeling drunk? Ye Yichi shook her head and whispered, “We’re about to get divorced. Why bring up those old stories?”

“True.” Xin Ning stopped her movements, and the liquid in the glass gradually returned to stillness.

Perhaps because Xin Ning was looking down at the glass, Ye Yichi saw a hint of dark red in those black eyes, rippling in circles with the reflections.

A moment later, Xin Ning raised her glass again and took a small sip. “You drive later.”