How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 11

11: Don’t Have an Episode at a Time Like This

Something shocking had been uncovered.

Assistant Lin quickly averted her gaze, maintaining a composed facade, but her slightly trembling shoulders and clenched hands betrayed her inner turmoil.

Fortunately, Ming Yin saw nothing wrong with reading the book. She calmly placed it on a shelf with various magazines and set Zhizhi down. “Go play. Mommy has work to do.”

Zhizhi was reluctant but, hearing the word “work,” obediently toddled to the office’s long sofa, cluttered with toys and flashcards.

Once Zhizhi settled, the atmosphere at the desk grew heavy.

Ming Yin pondered for a moment, her eyes flickering. “Tell her I’ll meet her.”

Assistant Lin’s brows furrowed briefly before smoothing out. “Understood. I’ll reply right away.”

“Sound engineer?”

“No issues.”

“Alright, this take’s a wrap!”

With Yu Qingjia’s words, the crew let out relieved smiles. After two grueling months, the Star Making Plan had officially wrapped!

“Thanks for everyone’s hard work. I’m treating you all to dinner, pick the place!” Yu Qingjia waved generously, and the crew shouted in unison, “Hotpot!”

This was thanks to Yu Qingjia’s habit of using hotpot analogies when directing actors, sparking their craving.

She didn’t mind. “No problem. Wrap up, and let’s go eat hotpot!”

“Woohoo!”

After filming, actors and makeup artists would leave, but Yu Qingjia’s work continued. The film was only roughly edited, and she needed to refine it before the test screening and censorship review, marking the end of production.

Given her approachable demeanor, the actors toasted her at the wrap party. Knowing her current body’s low alcohol tolerance, unlike at the launch banquet, she sipped lightly and stopped after a few drinks. No one pushed her, and the group chatted animatedly.

Netizens following the crew’s official Weibo and actors’ accounts noticed the wrap—

“It’s only been how long, and they’re done? Can this actually be good?”

“Filming started November 7, and it’s December 28 now—less than two months? That’s way too fast.”

“Other films take six months or a year… Sigh, since it’s Pan Xing’s first movie, I’ll support it.”

“Fast is good! I’m curious to see how this ‘homework’ turned out /gossip.”

After the wrap party, Yu Qingjia dove into post-production editing. Having had a few drinks the previous night, she slept until noon the next day, waking with a pounding headache.

“You’ve even learned to drink now?”

Seeing her pale, hungover daughter clutching her forehead, Mrs. Yu kindly brought her a glass of warm milk.

The smell of milk made Yu Qingjia grimace, but she forced it down.

The milky scent on the little milk bun was sweet and delightful, why was milk itself so unpleasant?

Wiping her mouth with a tissue, she said casually, “Just a little. With so many people on set, it’s hard to avoid drinking.”

Mrs. Yu sighed. Before she could say more, Yu Qingjia stood to leave. “You just wrapped! Where are you going?”

“The film needs editing. I’ll probably be back late tonight, so don’t wait for me for dinner.”

With that, Yu Qingjia rushed out.

Watching the door close, Mrs. Yu sighed softly.

Why were all the Yu’s workaholics? Old Yu, little Yu, and now Xiao Jia.

Xinghui Media Editing Room

Having edited the film once and with her wealth of experience, Yu Qingjia worked swiftly. Even the dedicated editor watched her in shock.

Many directors didn’t understand editing, focusing solely on cinematography and composition, leaving some films’ poor quality to be salvaged by editors. This was why the producer had hired Director Liu Wu as supervisor, fearing Yu Qingjia’s inexperience in shooting or editing might require rescue.

Clearly, that was unnecessary.

The editor, uninvolved in filming, hadn’t known Yu Qingjia’s capabilities. Initially, he assumed her “transition” was nominal, with someone like the cinematographer calling the shots. Seeing her deftly handle editing software with crisp, precise cuts, he was stunned.

When he thought about intervening, he realized her edits were flawless.

This conclusion left him embarrassed. A celebrity like her had such impressive editing skills? He’d been too prejudiced against stars and needed to change.

Yu Qingjia had no time for others’ thoughts. She wanted to finish editing quickly, complete post-production like scoring, and submit for review. With luck, the film could hit the Spring Festival slot for maximum box office.

After a full day’s work, the edited version of Star Making Plan was complete.

The editor, who watched the entire film with her, was thoroughly convinced. As a viewer, he found it more engaging than any film he’d edited. Its light, joyful tone, punctuated with emotional moments, resonated deeply, leaving him reflective and fulfilled.

He planned to take his wife to see it in theaters.

Not his kids, they were too young to sit through it.

In short, he was certain this film would rank among the top three domestic releases in the past three years.

…

Leaving the editing room at dusk, Yu Qingjia was starving after a day without food and intense mental work.

She planned to eat at Xinghui’s cafeteria, but a memory of the actors’ chatter about nearby restaurants made her pivot to the elevator.

She’d worked this hard, doesn’t she deserve something tasty?

Half an hour later, at a corner table on the second floor of the famed Lvfei Restaurant, Yu Qingjia studied the menu, deep in thought.

Already hungry, the dish names made her hungrier, tempting her to order everything. But alone, she couldn’t eat that much.

After some deliberation, she ordered a main dish, a small appetizer, and a dessert, then sat in the corner scrolling through Weibo.

Not her own comments, but her following accounts, like Pan Xing’s new food vlog. Yu Qingjia liked and commented without hesitation, unbothered by what netizens might speculate.

They’d collaborated on a film, why couldn’t she like a post?

While scrolling, a cute red beret popped into her peripheral vision. Looking down, she saw the familiar little milk bun, wearing a red beret and a thick red pinafore dress, gazing up at her. Her cheeks were as soft as tofu, her distinct black lashes framing grape-like eyes sparkling with joy and excitement.

“!”

Before Yu Qingjia could speak, her eyes crinkled with a smile. “Oh my, it’s Little Red Riding Hood! The big bad wolf’s going to eat you up today!”

The little milk bun giggled, her sweet voice chirping, “It’s really Sister Xiao Yu! You cut your hair short!”

“Xiao Lizhi’s grown taller too.” Yu Qingjia teased in her tone, making the little milk bun laugh harder. Glancing around, she spotted Ming Yin at a diagonal table, as expected.

Likely ordering, Ming Yin occasionally looked her way, pausing when their eyes met before offering a polite smile.

The warm yellow lighting softened Ming Yin’s radiant features, highlighting her flawless, fair skin. She looked like a fairy descended to earth.

Yu Qingjia quickly looked away, catching the little milk bun blinking curiously. “Is Sister Xiao Yu eating alone?”

“Yup, I’ve got no one to keep me company.” Yu Qingjia said, playfully drooping her brows to tease her. To her surprise, the little milk bun reached out, patted her cheek, and said in a tender voice, “Don’t be sad. I’ll keep you company.”

Yu Qingjia froze, her heart swelling at the unmasked concern in those clear, black-and-white eyes. Unable to resist, she grabbed the chubby little hand and kissed it. “Why is Xiao Lizhi so adorable?”

Unsure why Xiao Yu called her cute, the little milk bun blushed and giggled shyly.

Seeing her cheeks turn pink, Yu Qingjia tapped her little nose. “Thanks, Xiao Lizhi. Go eat with your mommy. I’m a grown-up, I don’t need company.”

The little milk bun’s brows furrowed, her mouth pouting in disagreement. Glancing at Yu Qingjia, she turned and ran toward Ming Yin.

Worried she might fall, Yu Qingjia was relieved to see her short legs move steadily, diving into Ming Yin’s side, nearly knocking her hat askew.

Yu Qingjia felt she should greet Ming Yin, but the waiter arrived with her food, blocking her view. She waited a moment.

“Your meal is served. Enjoy.”

As the waiter left, Yu Qingjia glanced at the diagonal table, only to see the little milk bun running towards her, followed by a resigned-looking Ming Yin.

After settling Zhizhi in a high chair, Ming Yin sat across from her. “Zhizhi wanted to eat with you. You don’t mind sharing a table, do you?”

“Of course not.” Yu Qingjia said, her heart warm and sweet. But thinking of the Ming family’s fate in the story, it felt heavy.

Noticing Yu Qingjia’s sudden somber expression, Ming Yin subtly glanced at Zhizhi. Saying, “Good,” she thought, “Please don’t have an episode right now.”

It wouldn’t be good if it scared Zhizhi.