Transmigrating As The Scummy Ex-Wife Of The Cold And Aloof Tycoon - Chapter 5

“Yo, so you haven’t dug them up yet?” Ye Yichi licked her canine tooth, mentally cheering for Athena.

“Do you still want them?” Xin Ning asked.

Having painstakingly planted them for three years, how could she not want them? Ye Yichi immediately began calculating where she could transplant them. Flower Night was smaller than Xin Ning’s villa; the yard was already filled with plants and couldn’t accommodate such a vast garden of roses.

“You don’t want them anymore, right?” Xin Ning paused, quietly watching the rain that had formed a solid curtain under the eaves. “I’ll have someone dig them up and give them to Weilan. She likes them very much.”

“Is that so?” Ye Yichi’s chest tightened.

Giving the ex’s things to the current partner is this a decision a normal human being makes? But fine, whatever. As long as those flowers can live well, that’s enough. What does it matter who they are given to?

“Fine,” Ye Yichi said.

Lin the beauty was a botanist; she would surely raise them better than she could. By the time Xin Ning got married again, those roses would be even more lush, a riot of colors like brocade consider them a wedding gift from her, the ex.

The “Red Lady” roses, revived in deep water, lasted for six days.

On the morning of the seventh day, Ye Yichi found one of them drooping. Flowers wither and people part; beauty, it seemed, never cared to linger. She pulled out the withered flower and lazily looked out the window for a while.

That rainy night a few days ago, she had nodded her agreement. Xin Ning hadn’t spoken again, and the next day, she and Lin Weilan checked out and left.

At least she had a bit of a sense of shame, huh.

Tossing the withered flower casually into the trash, Ye Yichi clapped her hands and headed downstairs with her bag.

“Sis, didn’t you just finish filming? Ah, you’re going to an audition today? You look so pretty!” Su Fanxing leaned in eagerly. “Are there any supporting roles for someone my age in the play? Why don’t you take me with you? I’ll try out too. What if I get it? Even if I don’t, I can be an extra. Being an extra on set is way more interesting than school.”

“Grandma, Xingxing doesn’t want to go to school!” Ye Yichi shouted.

“Don’t shout, don’t shout! I’m going, I’m going!” Su Fanxing grabbed her backpack and bolted out like a streak of smoke.

“Where is she? Where’s that little brat? Daring to skip school, see if I don’t beat her.” Grandma Su rushed out waving a rolling pin, half a step too late, only hitting the empty doorway. “Oh, what sin have I committed? Our Su family is full of loyal martyrs; if that little brat Xingxing doesn’t go to school, how can she face our ancestors?”

Does school really have anything to do with being a ‘loyal martyr’? Ye Yichi thought silently.

“Yueyue, it’s not early. You should head to school too.” Grandma Su finished beating the doorway, put down the rolling pin, and sized Ye Yichi up.

“Eh? Wait, Grandma feels like you’ve changed. You’ve become even prettier than before. Look at these eyes, look at this figure prettier than those opera singers on stage. Our Yueyue is so beautiful, plenty of people must be chasing you at school.”

“Listen to Grandma: choose anyone you like, but that tall, thin girl who came here the other day—the cold-faced one who doesn’t like to talk you absolutely cannot choose her.”

“Why?” Ye Yichi was curious.

“She~~ is the three inches of snow upon the eaves~ And you~~ are the startled swan passing through the mortal world~~” Grandma Su sang in an unrecognizable tune, stepping with the gait of a huadan (opera actress) back into the kitchen.

When Ye Yichi arrived at the studio, Director Li hadn’t arrived yet. Only a staff member holding a script was there.

Seeing Ye Yichi, the staff member greeted her with a smile: “Teacher Ye, sorry for the last-minute audition. Here’s the script, take a look first.”

“As I should.” Ye Yichi skimmed through it. It was a melodramatic period drama that also featured a “lying in a coffin” scene.

I hope I can transmigrate back with one lay down this time, Ye Yichi prayed silently. Su Fanxing and Grandma Su were lovely, but she missed Old Man Ye. She had been here for three years; she didn’t know if Old Man Ye was doing well alone, or what had happened to the original Ye Yichi. Was she in a vegetative state, or had the Ye Yichi from the book taken over her body?

If she really became a vegetable, Old Man Ye would probably cry his eyes out.

If the Ye Yichi from the book took over? Ye Yichi thought about it, being a vegetable might actually be better.

The Ye family was the ultimate villain of this book. The older generation’s Ye Shijin was cold-blooded and heartless, deceiving the Xin family’s bodies and hearts. The new generation’s Ye Yichi was treacherous and malicious, abusing the Xin family’s bodies and minds. It would be too distressing to have someone like that occupying her body.

“Xiao Ye, been waiting a while, right?” Director Li arrived late, apologizing as he entered. “Sorry, sorry. A company saw your last film and suddenly requested a meeting. No need to audition today. Come with me; if the meeting goes well, we’ll sign directly.”

“Sign what?” Ye Yichi asked.

“A variety show contract,” Director Li said with a beaming smile. “You’ve been scouted by a big shot who wants to promote you. I told you, with your looks and acting skills, you’d eventually find your break. See? Here it comes.”

Scouted by a big shot? Variety show? Getting famous?

Is this for real?

“Director Li, I wasn’t planning on doing variety shows.” Variety shows didn’t have coffins to lie in. Ye Yichi had zero interest.

“How can a variety show not be good? Isn’t it better than filming one drama after another? Not just actors, even directors like us want to switch to variety. Don’t be foolish now that you have this chance. Come, come, get in the car with me. Their company car is waiting.” Director Li winked frantically at Ye Yichi. “Consider it a favor to me, Teacher Ye.”

Ye Yichi understood.

Whether she wanted to seize this opportunity didn’t matter; Director Li certainly did. He had looked after her quite a bit lately, she should help him out.

“Fine then, let’s go.” Ye Yichi relented and followed Director Li into the other company’s car.

A white Toyota Alphard. The workhorse of the entertainment industry.

Ye Yichi hadn’t sat in this model before. Before she transmigrated, she didn’t have a choice, she just had a second-hand Jinbei van that she and Old Man Ye took turns driving. The clutch was stiff, the brakes were hard to press, and there was a slight issue with the steering wheel.

After transmigrating, she took over the original host’s garage. She had plenty of choices then, but she was loyal. She mostly drove that red Ferrari of course, maybe because it was the prettiest, shining brightly, its doors opening like a butterfly gracefully fluttering its wings.

Later, to help Xin Ning raise startup capital, she bundled that Ferrari with the other cars in the garage and sold them all.

To be honest, she missed it. That Ferrari was too beautiful, and the engine hummed perfectly. Every time she drove it, Ye Yichi imagined herself racing on an F1 track.

Of course, the other cars were beautiful too, several being limited editions. If the original host ever came back and saw the empty garage, she’d probably collapse, right? But those cars were bought by the Ye family using assets seized from the Xin family anyway. Returning the money to the original owner was only fair. Ye Yichi stared at the flowing traffic outside the window and gave a lazy yawn.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Ye Yichi was woken up by Director Li.

Dazed, she followed him out of the car. Turning back, she instinctively raised her hand to shield the top of the door frame.

Director Li: “Xiao Ye? What are you doing?”

Ye Yichi’s movement froze as she looked at the empty car cabin.

Damn it. Shielding the door frame for Xin Ning had become a habit.

“Sorry, I’m sleep deprived.” Ye Yichi withdrew her hand, pressing her fingernails hard into her palm to force herself awake.

Darn that Xin Ning. It’s all her fault.

If she hadn’t just dreamt of her, this little incident wouldn’t have happened.

In the dream, it was three years ago.

She had just transmigrated and figured out her identity. She was led into a banquet hall hanging a massive crystal chandelier. She remembered clearly that chandelier was Rococo style, with bronze metallic carvings and exquisitely cut crystal pendants, each reflecting a halo of light.

Beautiful, radiant, dazzling.

But not as much as the person standing beneath the lamp.

Forget it. The crystal chandelier and the person beneath it as cold as a plum blossom in winter should all be forgotten. Ye Yichi shook her head and followed Director Li into the office building.

She immediately noticed the deep gray marble floor. So solemn, so familiar. She wondered who the supplier was? Most likely the same one who supplied Xin Ning’s villa.

Ye Yichi always felt that a company that could decorate an office to feel like a home was a good company. But as for someone who could decorate a home to feel like an office… in the whole world, there was probably only Xin Ning. But then again, maybe you couldn’t blame her? Growing up in that environment, there was probably no difference between home and work.

Inside the office, the floor was the same deep gray marble. The walls and ceiling were pure white. Black modern style desks, chairs, and sofas. The sofa was covered with a snowy, soft plush mat, and a small piece of the same style was laid on the chair.

Cold and hard, yet containing softness.

The aesthetic of this company’s CEO was exactly the same as Xin Ning’s.

Wait, it couldn’t be such a coincidence, right? Ye Yichi quickly asked, “Director Li, what’s the name of this company?”

Director Li said a name, and Ye Yichi breathed a sigh of relief.

Good. Even if the aesthetics were the same, the surname wasn’t Xin. During those three years, Ye Yichi had been busy helping Xin Ning and had contact with many of the group’s businesses. She was certain there was no entertainment subsidiary under the Xin Corporation.

“Director Li, let’s get this straight: I really don’t want to join a variety show. You do the talking later, I’m just here to make up the numbers.” Ye Yichi casually poked the plush mat on the sofa. It was soft and felt good familiar, too. It was hard to say if it came from the same shop as the one in Xin Ning’s villa.

Xin Ning, Xin Ning. Why do I keep thinking of her?

Is the deterrent power of the protagonist’s halo really that strong? So strong that even after a divorce, she still can’t be forgotten?

Whatever. Might as well browse Taobao. she would turn her grief into an appetite. Since the Heavens gave her a body that doesn’t get fat no matter what she eats, it would be a waste of divine intent if she didn’t buy more snacks.

After buying snacks, Ye Yichi picked out a sweater for Grandma Su. After some thought, she also bought a pair of pants for Su Fanxing. Oh, and the candy at the front desk was finished, so Ye Yichi ordered more candy. After being busy for a while, she was about to exit the app when she accidentally caught sight of a red dress in her shopping cart.

She had put it there a month ago, planning it as a birthday gift for herself.

She had even planned that on her birthday, she would wear this dress and make a grand entrance from a sea of colorful roses. She would walk over to Xin Ning with cat-like steps, gently kiss Xin Ning’s cold lips, and tell her that she had fulfilled her promise from three years ago.

Unfortunately, eight or nine out of ten things in this world don’t go as planned, and things that don’t follow the rules are everywhere.

Fortunately, there are still many things one can control.

Like this stupid dress, she just wasn’t going to buy it anymore. Ye Yichi swiped left on the screen, intending to hit delete, when the office door opened.

She looked up instinctively, her hand freezing in mid-air.

Xin Ning, whom she hadn’t seen for seven days and several hours, appeared outside the door for some reason. Her cold gaze swept across the entire office, falling upon her like congealed rain.

Oh, right. When rain congeals, it’s called snow. What kind of messy descriptions are these… Ye Yichi realized belatedly and made herself laugh.