Transmigrating As The Scummy Ex-Wife Of The Cold And Aloof Tycoon - Chapter 6

“Eh? Aren’t you the botanist I saw in the mountains before?” Director Li asked in surprise.

“Director Li, this is our company’s President Xin, not a botanist,” a small assistant introduced. “Previously, President Xin had seen…”

“Alright, you go get busy first.” Xin Ning waved the assistant away, engaging in brief pleasantries with Director Li.

Her gaze never left Ye Yichi.

“Oh dear, look at me forgetting to introduce you. This is the lead of my last film, Teacher Ye Yichi.” Director Li hurriedly pulled Ye Yichi over. “Teacher Ye is not only good-looking, but her acting and personality are also top-notch. Oh, right, you two shared a car last time; you must have chatted, right?”

“We didn’t,” Ye Yichi shook her head.

“We did,” Xin Ning nodded.

Director Li: “Huh?”

“We didn’t chat much,” Ye Yichi corrected herself. Their combined interaction totaled about eight sentences fewer lines than a supporting character in a TV drama. Only an “ice sculpture beauty” like Xin Ning would consider that a “chat.”

Since they had chatted last time, there was even less need to talk this time.

“Director Li, as we agreed, you go ahead with your business. I’ll wait over here.” Ye Yichi drifted back toward the window.

Outside the window was the heavy flow of traffic.

Inside the room was Xin Ning’s cold, aloof gaze.

How ridiculous.

It really was hilarious. Ye Yichi stared at the rolling traffic below, reminiscing about her little collection of cars she had sold off in a bundle. For the past three years, she had given her all, holding nothing back. Who knew that hateful creature Xin Ning had kept a trump card hidden?

How many other companies like this did Xin Ning have under her belt?

Ye Yichi couldn’t figure it out, and she was too lazy to try.

Old Man Ye was right: as a human, one should just listen to the wind and look at the clouds. Be a “lazy bone.”

Director Li and Xin Ning talked for over ten minutes with no sign of stopping. Ye Yichi stifled a yawn. After another two or three minutes, someone claiming to be a producer knocked and entered, wanting to take Director Li to the office next door.

Ye Yichi wanted to follow, but Xin Ning stopped her.

“They are going to discuss investment details. It’s not convenient for you to be there.”

Fine then. She would continue listening to the wind and watching the clouds. Ye Yichi scanned the view outside once more. Xin Ning’s taste in interior design was questionable, but her ability to pick prime real estate was decent. Look at this looming over everything, a view full of prosperity, like a monarch looking down on their subjects.

“Why are you here?” the “monarch” spoke.

“That’s a funny question. Didn’t your company’s car bring me here?” Ye Yichi turned back.

Her dark pupils held traces of exhaustion and impatience. As their gazes locked, the “snow” in the depths of Xin Ning’s eyes seemed to ripple twice.

“I’m asking why you chose to come.” Withdrawing the shimmer in her eyes, Xin Ning’s voice turned cold. “You should have known this was my company, right?”

“How on earth would I know that?” Ye Yichi felt it was inexplicable.

This company didn’t belong to the Xin Group, nor was the name related to the Xin family. How could she tell? What did Xin Ning mean? Did she think Ye Yichi was secretly investigating her assets?

A small flame of anger rose in Ye Yichi’s heart: “Xin Ning, are you suspecting me of doing something behind your back? Fine. So that’s how you’ve always seen me.”

“I didn’t say that.” Xin Ning averted her gaze.

“Then what do you mean?” Ye Yichi huffed, turning back to watch the river of cars below. Three red ones passed in a row, but none were a butterfly door Ferrari.

“I meant…” Xin Ning paused for a few seconds before continuing, her voice cold like a gurgling stream wrapped in ice shards in winter. “Don’t you know how to tell fortunes?”

Fortune-telling? She wished she could, but hadn’t she been too much of a “salted fish” to actually learn it seriously?

The flame in Ye Yichi’s heart gradually flickered out.

Forget it, she couldn’t really blame Xin Ning.

Back when she was trying to help Xin Ning, Ye Yichi had used her identity as a “book transmigrator” to exploit information gaps quite often. Once or twice was fine, but after many times, Xin Ning naturally became suspicious. Transmigration was hard to explain, so Ye Yichi simply adopted a persona of someone who could tell fortunes.

Anyway, fortune-telling and transmigration were both essentially peeking at the secrets of heaven, no difference.

But even if she had read the book, she wouldn’t know such trivial details, okay? That book was just a romantic “two person show.” Things like companies and careers were all just background noise…

Ye Yichi couldn’t be bothered to respond to Xin Ning and went back to watching the wind and clouds.

The clean glass reflected the blurred interior, the chairs, the sofa, even the fuzzy sofa cushions were plated with a sharp luster. It shouldn’t be like this. Ye Yichi stared at that luster, her eyes feeling slightly sour.

During their three-year marriage alliance, she had lived in Xin Ning’s villa.

The villa’s decoration style was too cold and hard. Ye Yichi could only compensate through soft furnishings. American pastoral-style curtains with hand embroidered birds and branches, colorful patchwork tablecloths, and a row of cat ornaments on top of the side cabinet large and small, all with grey bodies, snow-white bellies, and bright eyes made of sapphire.

The roses had been dug up and given away. What about those things? Would they be given away too? Or would they be bundled and sold? Just like those beautiful cars in the garage back then?

Sigh, they say what goes around comes around.

She sold the original owner’s “heart and soul” cars. Xin Ning was selling her ornaments. An eye for an eye. She accepted it.

But she wouldn’t accept it for nothing.

Ye Yichi turned to glare at Xin Ning, chanting in her heart. Villain, big villain. I hope your instant noodles never come with a seasoning packet, and your potato chips are never whole. As for the rest? Forget the rest. Xin Ning just doesn’t eat noodles or chips, she still needs to eat other snacks.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Xin Ning asked.

Ye Yichi rolled her eyes.

“Do you want to sign the contract?” Xin Ning asked again.

Ye Yichi: “Sign? If I knew this company was yours, I wouldn’t have come. No, even if it wasn’t yours, I wouldn’t want to come. I never intended to do a variety show. It’s Director Li who wants to switch to variety and insisted on dragging me here.”

“Why?” Xin Ning was puzzled. “Isn’t doing a variety show better than sitting on a coffin lid eating a lunch box?”

“I just love sitting on coffin lids eating lunch boxes. What’s it to you?” Ye Yichi looked Xin Ning up and down.

Something was wrong. Xin Ning was definitely acting weird today. In their three years together, she had never found Xin Ning so talkative. Look at her today, one question after another, as if she were possessed by the spirit of “One Hundred Thousand Whys.”

“Do you want me to give Director Li a chance?” Xin Ning asked yet again.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Ye Yichi said. “I’ve always respected the fate of others and hate worrying on behalf of people.”

Xin Ning fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds. “You used to worry quite a bit back at the Xin Group.”

Ye Yichi understood. Xin Ning was waiting for this.

A new official lights three fires, a successful person cuts off their ex.

Who told her to be the “old calendar” that deserved to be burned? To be the shameless “stumbling block” the author forced upon the protagonist?

“Fine. I stuck my nose where it didn’t belong in the past. That was my mistake. It won’t happen again. The Xin Group is yours; operate it however you like. Fire or keep the people I brought in as you please. Once the divorce process is finished, I will never appear before you again.” Ye Yichi took a deep breath.

She clearly saw the warm sunlight streaming through the window, so why did the air still feel so cold? As it slid down her throat, it made her chest ache with coldness.

“Are you satisfied now?” Ye Yichi asked.

Xin Ning looked at Ye Yichi silently for a long time, the melted snow in her eyes refreezing flake by flake.

“That’s what you said.” When she spoke again, Xin Ning’s voice was several degrees colder. “As compensation, I will sign Director Li.”

What kind of compensation was signing Director Li? Besides, who cares about your compensation? Ye Yichi wanted to retort but felt it was pointless. Forget it. If she couldn’t understand this person after three years, did she really expect to sort it all out now that they were getting divorced?

“Fine, sign him.” Ye Yichi lit up her phone screen, which was still on her previous shopping cart interface.

She clicked “Delete.”

The red dress in the shopping cart disappeared.

See? A “mental decluttering” is just like that. It looks simple, and it’s actually not that hard. If only people could be “deleted” from the brain like that too.

Perhaps the heavens heard her wish, because Xin Ning pushed the door and left.

Thank goodness, she’s finally gone. Ye Yichi gripped her phone and threw herself heavily into the sofa.

The fuzzy touch of the cushion was no different from the one in Xin Ning’s villa. They really used the same supplier. What luck, to be able to make a living under a suspicious protagonist.

Unlike her.

Heh.

Hehe.

Three years of wholehearted devotion in exchange for a belly full of suspicion. If this were a “dog-blood” melodrama, would she have to cut out her heart and liver to show Xin Ning? Fortunately, she wasn’t in a dog-blood novel. Fortunately, there were no system restrictions forcing her to follow a specific plot. Ye Yichi patted her chest in relief.

But the problem was, no matter how she tossed and turned in the early stages, why did the plot seem to be returning to its original track?

Is “Heaven’s Will” truly unavoidable?

In the book, after three years of marriage, the original owner’s plot to scheme against the Xin family was exposed, she was divorced, and then… what happened next? Ye Yichi poked the fuzzy cushion, slowly recalling. Afterward, it seemed to focus mainly on the romance line? The protagonists, Xin Ning and Lin Weilan, would go on dates today, tomorrow, and the day after…

What a lack of professional ambition. It was a miracle the Xin Group didn’t go bankrupt.

Ye Yichi swore she had zero interest in the romantic details of Xin Ning and Lin Weilan. Blame Director Li for being too slow, and blame herself for getting tired of looking at the wind and clouds… When Director Li returned with a face full of excitement, Ye Yichi had already sorted out the romance milestones of the original book.

“Teacher Ye, you are my lucky star! Heavens know I’ve never even participated in a variety show, yet I’ve been signed directly as the chief director! It feels like a dream!” Director Li’s voice was much lighter.

“Congratulations.” Ye Yichi smiled along, calculating the upcoming milestones in her head.

It was an event that was neither too big nor too small.

Calling it “not big” meant it wasn’t some blood feud or family grudge, it wasn’t even intentional. Calling it “not small” was because, in this event, Xin Ning (one of the protagonists) would have to suffer a little.

Since “Heaven’s Will” is unavoidable, surely giving a few warnings so Xin Ning suffers less wouldn’t hurt?

But would that hateful creature Xin Ning, who sees her as a villain even believe her?

Forget it. Such a hateful person deserves to suffer.

Heh.

Ye Yichi narrowed her eyes, preparing to brew some emotion for a classic “evil villain smirk.” Just as her lips curled halfway, she ran right into Xin Ning returning to the office.

Xin Ning’s face was expressionless, but her pure black pupils were slightly wider than usual.

Based on Ye Yichi’s understanding of Xin Ning, this represented shock.

Meow.

That expression just now must have looked terrible, right? Ye Yichi couldn’t laugh anymore and dragged Director Li toward the exit: “Since the talk is done, let’s head out?”

“Director Li, there’s a small issue with the contract. Please go back and communicate with the producer.” Xin Ning stopped them.

Only after Director Li left did Xin Ning continue to Ye Yichi: “Are you busy later?”

“Me?” Ye Yichi pointed at herself, not knowing what game Xin Ning was playing. Was she in a hurry to arrange the divorce? The “cooling-off period” wasn’t over yet, so they couldn’t process the paperwork, right?

“If you’re not busy, stay a bit longer. Regarding the matter in the mountains last time, Weilan has been very grateful to you and Director Li. Knowing you were here today, she specifically made a cake and brought it over.”