How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 10

10: Symptoms of Mental Illness…

The news of Yu Qingjia transitioning to a film director with Star Making Plan in production stirred online buzz for over a week. People claimed they’d never watch such a “money-grabbing, bloodsucking” company’s work, yet their eyes diligently followed the project’s every move.

To maintain hype, the Star Making Plan crew periodically released vlogs filmed by the actors, often featuring Yu Qingjia.

In these clips, Yu Qingjia was strikingly different from her past public image. Previously, she appeared with a glamorous, seductive charm, even in casual vlogs. Now, she’d cut her long, wavy hair to a sharp bob at her jawline, shedding the sultry allure for a clean, youthful edge.

“Xiao Yu seems so different now. Even her gaze has changed, but she’s still so captivating!”

“Why isn’t Xiao Yu making vlogs? I want to see her vlogs, sob…”

“Yu Qingjia’s transformation is huge. It was noticeable at the launch press conference, but now it’s even clearer.”

“My gosh, I’m finally getting Yu Qingjia’s appeal. I’m so into this youthful vibe!”

Why did the actors post vlogs while Yu Qingjia, with her massive fanbase, didn’t?

Because she was genuinely busy.

The cast consisted entirely of newcomers, either actors with only TV experience or complete novices. Their acting skills varied widely, and a simple shot could take half a day, slowing down early filming. Other directors might have lost their temper, but Yu Qingjia had endless patience.

Under her guidance, the actors gradually found their footing. After each take, she’d show them their performance on the monitor, boosting their confidence and improving efficiency. Her influence fostered a warm, cheerful set atmosphere.

Compared to the other actors, Pan Xing’s talent shone. Some TV actors struggled with film, their performances either exaggerated or flat, requiring them to find the right balance. After a shaky first day, Pan Xing nailed her scenes, impressing Yu Qingjia.

For an actor with such talent and dedication to be overlooked? Damn the author and this novel’s setup!

…

Yu Qingjia reviewed the latest footage and glanced at the assistant director, who checked with the sound engineer. After confirming no issues, Yu Qingjia said, “That’s a wrap for this shot. Prepare the next one.”

The crew swiftly shifted, with the cinematographer moving to the next position.

This was their final day of exterior shooting. Tomorrow, they will film at Xinghui. In just over two weeks, the film was on track to finish in under two months—an efficiency that left the producer beaming. Every extra shooting day burned money, after all!

During these weeks, Yu Qingjia and Pan Xing got along well. The crew initially expected awkwardness or lingering chemistry between the divorced couple, but their interactions were open and friendly, with no hint of rekindled romance—just pure camaraderie.

Pan Xing had moved past any resentment towards Yu Qingjia. The current Yu Qingjia reminded her of an admired senior from her school days—capable, patient, steady, and reliable. No matter how flustered Pan Xing felt, Yu Qingjia’s presence calmed her, drawing her in like a radiant star in the night sky.

If she were still a student, she might’ve fallen for this Xiao Yu. But she is grown now. Compared to such a dazzling star, she preferred the old Xiao Yu—always dragging her to slack off, whining to stay in bed, or curling up on the couch after work, creating a cozy, comforting home.

But that Xiao Yu was gone.

Her eyes dimmed at the thought.

Initially, she’d wondered if this new Yu Qingjia hadn’t appeared, her Xiao Yu might still be here. Yet she couldn’t hate this Yu Qingjia, it was the person who schemed against Xiao Yu who was to blame.

“Sister Xing, they’re ready. Director Yu says to head to the shooting area.”

Her assistant’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. Pan Xing masked her emotions with a smile. “Alright, I’m going.”

Yu Qingyi was well aware that the Star Making Plan crew was filming at Xinghui. She’d wanted to visit her sister on set but was swamped with work. Now that the crew was at the company, she had to check in.

What if her sister had an episode?

With worry and caution, Yu Qingyi headed to the artist training room where the crew was filming. The entire floor had been cleared for shooting. Seeing the Xinghui president, the staff let her through, informing her that Director Yu was setting up in the training room.

Entering, Yu Qingyi saw Yu Qingjia discussing prop placement with the prop master. “Don’t put the chair here. I need it to create a sense of spatial division. Move it over there.”

Spatial division?

Yu Qingyi was baffled by the term. Watching her sister’s confident demeanor, she had to admit—she really looked like an experienced director. No wonder the crew members who’d worked with her sang her praises. She was intimidatingly convincing.

Spotting Yu Qingyi in the mirror, Yu Qingjia gave the prop master a few more instructions before turning to her. “Sister, what are you doing here?”

“Came to check on you and see how filming’s going.” Yu Qingyi said, scanning the room. Despite the busy crew, there was no chaos, a sign of the set’s high efficiency.

Yu Qingjia grinned, leading her to a computer and pulling up the roughly edited footage. With exaggerated flair, she said, “Since the boss insists, let her see the results of our work these past two weeks.”

Yu Qingjia was editing as she filmed, producing a rough cut by the end of shooting to reduce post-production work. The producer had initially opposed this, but after seeing her rough cuts, they acquiesced.

Since the footage was from exterior scenes, the narrative wasn’t cohesive, but it didn’t stop Yu Qingyi from being amazed.

“When did you learn this?” Yu Qingyi couldn’t help but pinch the back of Yu Qingjia’s neck. Her sister was truly exceptional, and while Yu Qingyi felt proud, a faint sense of loss crept in—her little sister was growing up and no longer needed her to clean up her messes.

Feeling the pinch, Yu Qingjia’s face darkened.

This was a habit her sister had with the original Xiao Yu, carried over into this novel.

“While Xiao Yu was sleeping in.” Yu Qingjia quipped, awkwardly letting Yu Qingyi pinch her neck.

Thankfully, Yu Qingyi let go after a moment. Yu Qingjia subtly stepped back, eyeing her sister’s hand warily to avoid another pinch.

She could accept this sister who shared her real sister’s name, but being pinched like a kid needing discipline? No way, it felt like going from being the older sister to the little one needing guidance.

Unaware of her sister’s subtle dodge, Yu Qingyi’s mix of pride and loss settled into mostly pride. Her gaze softened. “When the movie releases, I’ll watch it with you, Mom, and Dad. We’ll book a whole theater.”

Yu Qingjia cringed slightly. “We can watch it together at the premiere. No need to book a theater.”

Yu Qingyi rejected her outright, sternly saying, “How’s that the same? Mom and Dad will be thrilled to see this movie.”

Yu Qingjia: …

Fine, what else could she do but accept?

Back when her films premiered, the Yu family had done the same. Her dad even treated the entire company to screenings, a “spoiled daughter” move that trended online. It became routine with each new release, and people stopped batting an eye.

Thinking of this, Yu Qingjia felt a warmth in her heart.

“…This is last month’s financial report. Also, Shenji’s President Shen wants to meet you next Monday.”

Assistant Lin, reporting diligently, kept her eyes on Ming Yin behind the desk. Suddenly, two chubby little hands appeared, ten tiny fingers gripping the desk’s edge, turning pink with effort. Yet the little deer antlers on the hat didn’t quite peek over the top.

Yes, today’s Zhizhi was a little deer.

Assistant Lin smiled inwardly, the wariness from Shen Ru’s assistant, Zuo Shu’s message, easing slightly.

The next moment, the deer antlers shot up, but Zhizhi’s grape-like eyes didn’t appear before the antlers sank back down.

As Zhizhi prepared to jump again, a hand gently pressed her head. Ming Yin’s calm, soothing voice coaxed, “Be good, go play over there.”

Seizing her chance, Zhizhi climbed onto Ming Yin’s lap. Ming Yin steadied her, and Zhizhi settled in, sweetly saying, “I’m good, I won’t make trouble.”

Ming Yin, helpless, let her stay and continued talking with Lin. “What’s this about?”

Why would Shen Ru suddenly want to meet? What was she plotting?

Assistant Lin shook her head, her expression serious. “No details yet. President Shen only said she wants to meet you at Lvfei Restaurant.”

Ming Yin fell silent, her gaze fixed on the documents, lost in thought.

Zhizhi glanced at Lin, then at Ming Yin’s serious expression. Not daring to interrupt, she looked around the desk, spotting a colorful book by Ming Yin’s hand. Her eyes lit up, and she reached for it.

Catching her movement, Ming Yin pushed the book out of reach. Assistant Lin, standing in front, glimpsed the title—

Symptoms of Mental Illness

Assistant Lin: ?!

What was this? Could President Ming be…?!