How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 1

1: Ming Yin: Expecting a Person with Split Personality Disorder to Take Responsibility for Me?

“It’s actually her?! Why did you betray me? What’s so bad about me?”

Yu Qingjia, still groggy, heard an angry, hoarse sob beside her.

Who’s watching a melodramatic TV show this early in the morning?

Yu Qingjia’s head throbbed painfully. Her latest film had broken domestic box office records, and last night, she celebrated with the crew at a victory banquet. As the director, she was toasted relentlessly, nearly blacking out from the alcohol.

In the end, the assistant director took over the drinking for her, and her assistant helped her back to the hotel.

As Yu Qingjia recalled the events, she suddenly noticed her hand resting on soft, smooth skin. Instinctively, she touched it again, and in the next second, the fog in her mind cleared in a panic—

Who was next to her? What had she done last night?!

Yu Qingjia bolted upright in bed. The cool air against her exposed skin eased her aching head slightly. She quickly looked to her side and saw a woman with a curvaceous figure lying beside her, completely bare. The wine-red silk sheets contrasted sharply with her jade-like skin, creating a striking visual impact. Shocked as she was, Yu Qingjia couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight.

The woman’s silky black hair was scattered messily across the pillow, revealing glimpses of a breathtakingly beautiful face—smooth, delicate skin, a refined nose, and pale lips. In any other setting or time, Yu Qingjia could have calmly appreciated such beauty or gently woken the woman for a tender moment. But now, only one thought screamed in her mind—

She’d messed up. She’d gotten drunk and lost control.

Yu Qingjia clutched her head in agony when a clear sob broke through her thoughts.

!!!

Is there someone else here?

Her first time losing control after drinking, and she’d been caught red-handed? Was this a deliberate setup to frame her?!

Thinking of all the shady tactics people might use, Yu Qingjia warily glanced to the other side and locked eyes with a short-haired girl, tears streaming down her face.

The moment their gazes met, a flood of unfamiliar yet strangely familiar memories surged into Yu Qingjia’s mind. As she sorted through them, her panicked expression gradually calmed, turning peculiar, even tinged with anger.

She had transmigrated into a book—a melodramatic entertainment circle yuri novel with a pregnancy trope, complete with absurd plotlines like breaking up couples and forced love.

The female lead, Pan Xing, was a washed-up child star. The dominant female lead, Shen Ru, was the current head of the Shen Group, with a ruthless and domineering personality shaped by a harsh upbringing. A role Pan Xing played as a child had become the only light in Shen Ru’s heart, fueling an obsessive devotion to her.

The story’s rough plot went like this: Pan Xing, aiming for a comeback, fell in love at first sight with a popular actress, and they quickly got married. Shen Ru, unable to accept her beloved being with someone else, orchestrated a scheme to make the actress cheat and get caught by Pan Xing. Devastated, Pan Xing divorced her, and Shen Ru seized the chance to enter her life, kicking off a melodramatic forced-love storyline filled with coercion, misunderstandings, breakups, and fights that tortured Pan Xing both physically and emotionally. Readers were left wanting to throttle the author.

Despite Pan Xing’s chaotic love life, her career skyrocketed after the divorce. Initially, she was viciously attacked by the actress’s rabid fans, but when photos of the actress’ affair surfaced, public opinion shifted. Pan Xing then won over fans and the public with her work, while the actress faced moral condemnation followed by crushing professional defeat. Her reputation was ruined, her family went bankrupt, and she faded into obscurity.

Obviously, Yu Qingjia had transmigrated into this actress, who, amusingly, shared her exact name.

But this was no coincidence. For one, Yu Qingjia was a renowned director, and original authors typically avoided naming characters after famous people. Secondly, the actress’ family structure was almost identical to Yu Qingjia’s: a father running an entertainment company, a mother teaching at a university, and even the same name. The only difference was that her high school sophomore younger sister was, in this world, a mature, reliable older sister poised to take over the company, while “Yu Qingjia” was a talentless, ill-tempered younger sibling who relied entirely on family support to achieve anything.

The author of this novel was none other than her annoying little sister.

Seeing herself portrayed this way, Yu Qingjia was initially furious. But when she learned that even the “reliable older sister” ended up in prison for financial crimes, her frustration dissipated.

Her sister was ruthless even to herself, so in comparison, “Yu Qingjia’s” fate didn’t seem so bad.

“Aren’t you even going to explain yourself?”

The short-haired girl with delicate features—Pan Xing, the original Yu Qingjia’s flash-marriage wife and the novel’s female lead, spoke again. Her clear eyes brimmed with tears and sorrow. She couldn’t accept that her beloved had truly been with another woman, just as the text message had claimed.

Yu Qingjia, who had been pondering what to do, snapped to attention at Pan Xing’s words. Since she was here, she needed to resolve this first.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Qingjia picked up a robe and draped it over herself, moving calmly without a trace of panic or the cold disdain of someone caught in the act.

Seeing Yu Qingjia’s composed demeanor, the aching bitterness in Pan Xing’s heart eased slightly. She had a strong feeling that things weren’t as they seemed, maybe Xiao Yu had been framed?

As she got out of bed, Yu Qingjia pieced together the plot from the original story.

The original Yu Qingjia had been given a spiked drink at a gala the previous night and was sent to this hotel. The woman beside her was Ming Yin, the current head of the Ming family and Shen Ru’s archrival, the only villain in the story capable of standing up to Shen Ru.

The rivalry between the Shen and Ming families dated back a generation, and as the market evolved, their open and covert battles grew fiercer. Recently, Shen Ru and Ming Yin were vying for market control. If a scandal involving Ming Yin, the face of her family, broke out now, the balance would tip in Shen Ru’s favor.

Yu Qingjia didn’t understand business tactics and had no interest in getting involved. All she wanted was to quietly make films. She decided she had to divorce Pan Xing.

It wasn’t out of fear of Shen Ru’s schemes. After all, Pan Xing loved the original Yu Qingjia, who had been replaced by her. Yu Qingjia didn’t want to deceive Pan Xing, and divorce was the best option.

With her thoughts clear, Yu Qingjia tied her robe’s belt calmly and said, “I was framed in this matter.”

Pan Xing’s eyes lit up instantly. She knew Xiao Yu wouldn’t betray her. But the look in Xiao Yu’s eyes—calm, unfamiliar, and tinged with pity—made her uneasy, and she clenched her fists.

Yu Qingjia continued, “I’ll go to Dr. Chen for a checkup and then check last night’s surveillance footage. You came here so early, someone tipped you off, right? Whoever told you might lead us to the culprit.”

Yu Qingjia’s candid attitude was a shot of reassurance for Pan Xing. Before she could relax, Yu Qingjia added, “Whether we find them or not, we should get a divorce.”

Pan Xing: ?!

“Why?” Pan Xing’s heart raced with panic. Was Xiao Yu angry because she didn’t trust her? She explained, “I don’t distrust you. It’s just, seeing this scene, I was too—”

“No,” Yu Qingjia interrupted, “it’s not your fault. It’s mine. I just realized… I misunderstood my feelings for you.”

Pan Xing’s eyes widened in shock, but she calmed down unexpectedly. “You want a divorce because you like someone else?”

Yu Qingjia denied it firmly, “No.”

Despite Pan Xing’s calm facade, her voice trembled slightly. “You don’t have to lie. Just tell me the truth, I won’t be angry.”

This gave Yu Qingjia a headache. She thought it would be over. Until she could return to her world, she’d be in this body, and she was completely different from the original Yu Qingjia. Anyone close to her would notice. Deciding to be direct, she said, “I’m actually this body’s second personality. The Xiao Yu who loved you is gone. I can’t feel her presence.”

Xiao Yu was Pan Xing’s nickname for the original Yu Qingjia, also used by her fans.

Pan Xing was stunned beyond words. She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure if she believed Yu Qingjia or was hurt that she’d rather claim to have a split personality than admit who the other person was.

Yu Qingjia’s gaze was clear and steady. “There’s no one else. I’m truly not that Xiao Yu.”

“But you’ve never—” Pan Xing tried to poke holes in the lie but was cut off ruthlessly. “I’ve always existed, just never taken control. Even Xiao Yu didn’t know I was there. It wasn’t until she disappeared that I emerged.”

Pan Xing searched Yu Qingjia’s eyes for any sign of deception but found none. She even started to believe this wasn’t her Xiao Yu—the calm, confident gaze was unlike anything Xiao Yu had. It was as if a different soul inhabited this body.

“I’m going to check the surveillance. You should get dressed,” Pan Xing said, giving up the argument. She fled the room as if escaping.

The door slammed shut with a thud. Yu Qingjia turned to find her clothes, only to see her “bedmate,” whose face she hadn’t clearly seen, now awake. The woman was clutching the blanket to cover herself, leaning against the headboard, looking at her with a subtle expression.

Only then did Yu Qingjia get a clear look at the villainous big shot’s face.

Undoubtedly, Ming Yin was even more stunning than her initial glimpse suggested. Even Yu Qingjia, who had seen countless beauties, had to admit that if Ming Yin were an actress, she’d be the epitome of ethereal elegance. Even those who didn’t find her type couldn’t deny her beauty.

With the divorce matter raised, Yu Qingjia felt lighter. She asked Ming Yin, “When did you wake up? Are you feeling okay?”

Ming Yin’s subtle expression softened as she shook her head lightly. “I woke up a while ago but didn’t want to interrupt you two.”

This villain didn’t seem villainous at all—her demeanor was gentle and refined, unlike Shen Ru, who felt more like the antagonist.

Seeing the silky black hair cascading over Ming Yin’s snowy skin, Yu Qingjia recalled the smooth sensation she’d felt earlier. Meeting those clear eyes, she felt a twinge of guilt and cleared her throat. “I don’t remember anything from last night. If I did anything to you, I hope you can forgive me.”

Feeling her words might not suffice, she added, “If you need me to, I can take responsibility.”

Ming Yin’s gaze flicked to Yu Qingjia with a hint of amusement. Yu Qingjia suddenly realized she was still married, and saying this sounded like a cheating wife making promises to a mistress.

Embarrassed by her own thoughts, she was about to clarify when Ming Yin’s slightly husky voice rose teasingly, “Expecting a person with a split personality disorder to take responsibility for me?”