Transmigrating As The Scummy Ex-Wife Of The Cold And Aloof Tycoon - Chapter 7

The current partner personally bakes a cake to thank the ex? How ridiculous could this get? Wait, a cake?

In this stage of the original novel, Lin Weilan personally made a cake for Xin Ning, which caused Xin Ning to have an allergic reaction and led to an emergency ER visit. During her hospitalization, Lin Weilan was constantly by her side, and by the time she was discharged, their feelings for each other had deepened significantly.

Was today’s cake from the same batch as that one? Ye Yichi couldn’t be sure.

“Wait here,” Xin Ning said. “Weilan is at the parking lot; I’m going down to meet her.”

“Uh, hey, you’re allergic to nuts, remember?” Ye Yichi called out to her. “If there are nuts on the cake, don’t eat it.”

“Weilan wouldn’t make a cake with nuts for me.” Xin Ning looked at Ye Yichi coldly for a few seconds before turning to leave.

Fine. Shouldn’t have spoken up.

Allergic reactions, hospitalization, critical condition notices, Xin Ning deserved it.

Ye Yichi rolled her eyes and wanted to leave, but her feet felt like they were filled with lead. Forget it. It’s just a piece of cake and a chance to witness the protagonists’ love, right? It’s not like she’d lose a limb.

Besides, Lin Weilan’s culinary skills were highly praised in the original book. Getting to eat the protagonist’s cake for free while watching the two of them flirt, ordinary people didn’t get this kind of opportunity.

By the time Xin Ning returned with Lin Weilan, Ye Yichi had already finished her mental self-persuasion while curled up on the sofa.

Seeing Lin Weilan, she stood up to greet her, her rose-colored lips curving upward and her bright eyes full of anticipation for the cake. “Big Beauty Lin, we meet again.”

“Thank you so much for last time, to you and Director Li. I specifically made some cakes for you today; I hope you like them.” Lin Weilan smiled back, bright and cheerful, like the warm spring sun.

Ye Yichi thanked her and took the cake box.

The milky-white box was printed with a black cat, its head held high to reveal two tiny fangs. Its half-curled tail connected to a black ribbon with gold edges, tied into a massive bow.

“So cute,” Ye Yichi praised sincerely.

See, this was the exclusive protagonist’s halo. Even when they were on opposing sides, it was impossible to truly hate her.

“The box is cute, so the cake must be delicious too. Oh no, I can’t wait.” Ye Yichi gently poked the bow and suggested, “How about I go call Director Li over?”

“Director Li’s portion has already been sent next door,” Lin Weilan explained thoughtfully.

“Then I won’t be polite!” Ye Yichi’s fingers flew, pulling the bow apart. It slumped down like the cat had dropped its proud tail.

Inside the box was a square cake. The base was a tender pink, covered in a thin layer of deep pink chocolate ganache and adorned with cream-piped strawberries. They were bright red and exceptionally large, definitely exceeding premium fruit standards.

Beautiful and kind hearted, even her cakes were adorable. Xin Ning must be happy to be with someone like this, right?

Ye Yichi carefully scooped a spoonful of cake.

A sweet aroma filled her mouth.

How could that annoying jerk Xin Ning have such good luck? Ye Yichi swallowed the cake enviously and dug in for a second spoonful.

“Is it that good?” Xin Ning asked.

“Way better than the ones someone makes,” Ye Yichi nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xin Ning’s wrist. The jujube wood safety charm was still hanging on the watch strap, swaying back and forth with Xin Ning’s movements.

The charm was a wedding gift she had given Xin Ning. In return, she had asked Xin Ning for a small piece of cake.

A small piece of cake handmade by Xin Ning.

That was a lemon-flavored cake. The chiffon base hadn’t been fully baked, giving it a dense texture like some kind of unleavened dough. The cream was spread unevenly, and the frosting looked like torn advertisements on the walls of an old tenement building. The only things looking decent were the two lemon slices and those were store-bought, pulled randomly from a bag.

Since she was someone who “never dipped her fingers in spring water” (never did chores), doing that much was already impressive, Ye Yichi had praised with a smile back then.

But now, looking at Lin Weilan… how could there be such a huge gap between two protagonists?

Ye Yichi clicked her tongue and took a third scoop.

Xin Ning’s gaze landed on Ye Yichi’s spoon. After watching for a moment, she turned to Lin Weilan with a faint smile. “Weilan, where is my cake?”

A flash of confusion appeared in Lin Weilan’s round eyes.

“Didn’t you make one for me too?” Xin Ning said. “It’s still in the car, right? Let’s go get it together.”

After a short while, Xin Ning returned alone. In her hand, she held a small slice of chocolate cake triangular, topped with crushed hazelnuts.

Ye Yichi’s scooping motion froze.

Xin Ning carefully placed the chocolate cake on the table, pulled over a stool, and sat opposite Ye Yichi.

“Weilan had something urgent and left first,” Xin Ning said without looking at Ye Yichi. Her gaze was fixed entirely on the chocolate cake. “Director Li and the producer will be talking for a long time. You can leave after you finish your cake.”

Wow, what was this? Summoned and dismissed at will? Ye Yichi stabbed the cake hard. The tender pink base cracked, revealing bright red strawberry jam inside.

Who was it that said strawberries are bittersweet, just like the taste of first love?

And who said that a woman should be treated like a cat approached gently, reaching out a finger cautiously, and only when the fear leaves her eyes can you stroke her from head to tail?

Nonsense.

Ye Yichi took a massive spoonful of strawberry jam into her mouth.

Whether strawberry jam is bittersweet depends on the variety of the strawberry. Whether you can stroke a cat from head to tail depends on the breed of the cat.

Xin Ning was the kind of strawberry that was sour to the core, the kind of cat that wouldn’t let you touch it no matter how gentle you were.

No, that wasn’t entirely true.

When facing Lin Weilan, Xin Ning was incredibly well-behaved.

She would accompany her into the mountains, pick her up from the underground garage, and hold that tiny piece of cake like it was the world’s most precious treasure, even though this “treasure” was covered in crushed nuts that were nothing short of a deadly poison to her.

So devoted. Even lovebirds would admit defeat in the face of such loyalty.

Hah.

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

Ye Yichi rolled her eyes and tossed the small spoon back into the cake box. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“If you can’t eat anymore, leave.” Xin Ning chased her away verbally, but her eyes remained fixed on the chocolate cake. Her icy gaze was like a small knife, carving slice after slice as if trying to create a masterpiece on the cake.

Even if you keep looking, you can’t eat it. Don’t you know you’re allergic to nuts? Ye Yichi hummed silently, recalling Xin Ning’s confident words from earlier.

Claiming Weilan wouldn’t give her a cake with nuts, and yet here it was, covered in crushed hazelnuts. Talk about a slap in the face. Disappointed? Embarrassed enough to want to kick her out? Well, now she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Ye Yichi thought spitefully. It was rare to see Xin Ning fail so miserably; she wanted to stay and enjoy the show.

Xin Ning didn’t continue to drive her away.

Perhaps she was struggling with what to do with the cake? To be honest, Ye Yichi was curious too. It was handmade by a loved one, throwing it away or giving it to someone else would surely be unbearable. Didn’t she herself force down that underbaked cake Xin Ning made before?

But underbaked and allergic were different. Underbaked at most meant diarrhea, an allergy meant the hospital.

“Stop staring,” Ye Yichi muttered softly. “Give it away, or put it in the freezer.”

“How do you think I’ll choose?” Xin Ning’s cold gaze moved from the cake to Ye Yichi’s lips. It trembled slightly, as if she had made a decision, gradually softening into ripples of warmth.

“Who knows.”

“Can’t you tell fortunes? Try calculating it.” There was a rare hint of a smile in Xin Ning’s voice, like the melting of early spring snow, revealing glimpses of spring beneath the ice.

Looking at a “poisonous” cake made by the current partner, yet feeling romantic enough to ask the ex to tell her fortune? Do protagonists get to be this creative? Pressing her fingernails into her palm, Ye Yichi repeated “stay calm” three times in her head.

Love and lack thereof were so distinct. No matter how calm and self-possessed a person was, they became a fool once they fell in love.

Xin Ning was currently the biggest fool of them all.

If she took Xin Ning seriously, she was just making things hard for herself. But why did her heart still ache? When she had received a cake, she was overjoyed; now that Xin Ning had received a cake, she was like melting ice. It turned out Xin Ning wasn’t emotionless, and she wasn’t incapable of loving someone.

She just didn’t love her. That was all.

“I can’t calculate it.” Ye Yichi smiled, her two sharp fangs half-visible, like a proud and noble kitten. “And I’m too lazy to try.”

“Is that so?” Xin Ning’s smile faded as she lowered her eyes to look at the chocolate cake again.

A few seconds later, she picked up the spoon Ye Yichi had thrown back into the box, scooped up some hazelnuts mixed with the strawberry jam from the spoon, and put it in her mouth.

Ye Yichi tried to grab it, but she was half a step too late. She watched helplessly as Xin Ning’s tongue curled slightly, swallowing the spoonful of what was essentially poison.

“Xin Ning! What are you doing?!” Ye Yichi’s heart nearly stopped from fright. When she snapped back to reality, her hand was already deathly tight around Xin Ning’s chin. “Spit it out! Spit it out right now!”

Xin Ning let her hold her, her gaze like water, quietly pouring over Ye Yichi’s lips.

“The way you look right now… it’s like you want to kiss me.”

Her voice was muffled and slightly hoarse, no longer its usual cold and sharp self.

“Ye Yichi, remember this: even if we’ve kissed or slept together, I will never love you. Never.” Xin Ning said.

“Nobody wants to kiss you,” Ye Yichi snapped.

Kiss, kiss, kiss… at a time like this, who would be thinking about kissing? Confirming that Xin Ning had already swallowed the hazelnuts, Ye Yichi dragged her and rushed out.

How she explained things to the assistant and Director Li, how she searched Xin Ning’s body for the car keys, and how she shoved Xin Ning into the passenger seat, Ye Yichi didn’t have much of a memory of it. She only remembered that while gripping the steering wheel and racing toward the hospital, she heard Xin Ning say something light and airy.

It wasn’t until she got Xin Ning into the ER that Ye Yichi reacted. Xin Ning had said, “Truly an actress, you’re faking it so well.”

Faking? Faking what? Faking the urgency?

Or faking the fact that she didn’t want to kiss her?

Ye Yichi leaned against the wall and slowly tilted her head back.

Forget it. Believe whatever you want. The protagonists’ romance was too intense; she was just a passerby who had accidentally stumbled into the novel. She didn’t have a heart strong enough to keep playing along with this mess.

Slapping her cheeks hard a few times, Ye Yichi stood up and walked out of the emergency building.

Xin Ning’s car keys were still clenched in her hand. Ye Yichi found the car she had parked in a panic earlier and saw Xin Ning’s phone on the passenger seat.

She turned on the screen, pulled up Lin Weilan’s WeChat, sent the hospital’s location, and handed the phone and keys over to the security guard. Then, she turned and left the hospital.

She was ready to make a graceful exit.

To retreat to a place where no one could find her. From now on, whoever wanted to be a part of the protagonists’ “play” could have at it.