How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 14

14: We’re All Good-Looking, Very Good-Looking…

Like Shen Ru, Si Lingyou was smitten with the childhood role Pan Xing played, treating that character as a friend and even defying her family to enter the entertainment industry, hoping to become real friends with Pan Xing.

When Shen Ru tormented Pan Xing emotionally and physically, Si Lingyou nearly succeeded in winning her over, only to be framed by Shen Ru in a scandal that forced her parents to take her abroad, after which she vanished from the public eye.

Thinking of this plot, Yu Qingjia couldn’t help but curse Shen Ru’s vileness. Why had her sister created such a character?

Unable to fathom a rebellious teenager’s mind, Yu Qingjia set the resume back on the desk.

In a flash, she remembered why Si Lingyou seemed familiar. At the Star Making Plan set, actors had gossiped about her, saying she’d rejected a Huayue executive’s advances, hit him, and was now shelved by the company.

Yu Qingjia had found her fiery spirit intriguing and glanced at her photo then.

Recalling scenes from the original story where Si Lingyou interacted with Pan Xing, Yu Qingjia raised an intrigued eyebrow.

Who’d have thought such a wild girl would turn into a purring kitten begging for belly scratches in front of Pan Xing?

“Why is your smile so creepy?”

Caught off guard, Yu Qingjia nearly choked. Turning, she saw Yu Qingyi striding in after her meeting, heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Yu Qingjia ignored the jab, assuming her sister was just jealous of her leisurely wandering.

“Why are you here?” Yu Qingyi sat behind her desk, pushing files aside to resume work.

Yu Qingjia handed her the untouched coffee. Yu Qingyi raised an eyebrow at the pristine cup. “Being overly nice? Spill it, what’s up?” She took a sip, only to grimace but drink it anyway.

Yu Qingjia, simply avoiding waste, ignored her sister’s scowl. “I saw this girl in the elevator. Isn’t she with Huayue? Why do you have her resume?”

Running such a big company, Yu Qingyi wouldn’t typically handle artist selection, that was the department’s job.

“She’s Uncle Yue’s daughter, remember?” Yu Qingyi said.

Uncle Yue?

Yu Qingjia searched her memories and exclaimed, “Oh, her!”

Si Lingyou’s mother, Aunt Si, was close friends with Mrs. Yu. The original Yu Qingjia had attended Si Lingyou’s one-month celebration at five years old, but contact dwindled after the Yue family shifted their business overseas.

“Uncle Yue asked Dad to look out for her. Said she’s stubborn as a mule and not to make it obvious. Dad told me to keep an eye on her.” Yu Qingyi sighed at the resume. “I’ve never seen anyone so headstrong. She hit Huayue’s production manager, and when I offered to help her break her contract and sign with us, she refused, insisting on making it on her own. Such a hassle.”

Indeed, quite a hassle.

Yu Qingjia rubbed her chin. “So she’s here for an audition?”

“Yeah, I went through some trouble to get her to try out,” Yu Qingyi said, rubbing her temple. She reached for the coffee to calm down, only to push it away in distaste when the lukewarm liquid hit her tongue. “Why’d you show up out of nowhere? What’s going on?”

Yu Qingjia smiled. “Mom thinks I’m working too hard and forces me to go out and have fun. I didn’t know where to go, so I came to you.”

Yu Qingyi: …

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Her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing at Yu Qingjia, looking ready to commit sororicide. Yu Qingjia’s smile grew brighter, about to mention heading to the screening room, when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Ming Yin:

“Are you busy? Can you come to Mingyue Building?”

Mingyue Building, President’s Office

“Wah…” Zhizhi sobbed uncontrollably, her eyes nearly swollen shut, clutching a mirror. One glance, and she cried harder. “I-I’m so ugly!”

Ming Yin, torn between amusement and heartache, bent down to kiss her exposed forehead, where her bangs had been botched. “You’re not ugly. You’re the prettiest baby.”

“Ugly!” Zhizhi tossed the mirror, diving into Ming Yin’s arms, clinging with all her limbs. “Xiao Yu’s not my mommy. I’m not pretty at all. I’m so ugly!”

Ming Yin’s emotions were complex. She wanted Zhizhi to let go of that idea, but not for this reason. Too worried to be upset about Zhizhi sneaking scissors, she hugged her tightly. “No way. Even Xiao Yu would say you’re beautiful.”

“No!” Zhizhi buried her face, red from crying. “I’m so ugly. I don’t want anyone to see me.”

Hearing Zhizhi lump Yu Qingjia with “anyone,” Ming Yin felt a secret thrill but ached for her.

“Don’t you trust Mommy?” Ming Yin coaxed softly, stroking her back. “Zhizhi’s the prettiest.”

Zhizhi stayed silent, nestled in her arms.

At a loss, Ming Yin sent Yu Qingjia a WeChat message.

…

Learning the situation and seeing the photo Ming Yin sent, Yu Qingjia saw a red-eyed Zhizhi with her once-smooth long hair chopped into a jagged ear-length cut, her bangs barely a knuckle long, pitifully framing her brows, making her round face even rounder.

Admittedly, it had a quirky charm.

Checking her own style, Yu Qingjia headed to Xinghui’s stylist to get her hair cut.

“Cut it exactly like this,” she said, showing the stylist Zhizhi’s photo.

The stylist nearly choked. That style only worked on kids! Even beauty couldn’t justify such a reckless choice.

“Sister Xiao Yu, this…” The stylist tried to dissuade her.

Yu Qingjia smiled. “If it’s botched, no big deal. The kid cut her hair like this to match me, so I’ll match her.”

The stylist paused, then wordlessly began cutting.

…

Zhizhi had cried herself to sleep, tears still clinging to her damp lashes, occasionally hiccupping in her slumber.

Ming Yin sighed, draping a small blanket over her and turning to work.

Half an hour later, Assistant Lin messaged: “Miss Yu is here to visit. Are you free?”

Glancing at Zhizhi, Ming Yin sighed softly. “Let her in.”

It was Yu Qingjia’s first time at Mingyue Building. Xinghui and Tianyue were entertainment hubs, but this was a proper corporate building.

Sporting her quirky new haircut and pink sunglasses, Yu Qingjia ignored curious stares, following Lin with poised confidence into the elevator.

Assistant Lin, maintaining a straight face, couldn’t resist sneaking glances at Yu Qingjia’s reflection in the elevator doors.

She had to admit, Yu Qingjia’s face was stunning. Even with a disastrous haircut, paired with her chic outfit, she exuded a unique, icy glamour, like a model on a runway.

Noticing Lin’s gaze, Yu Qingjia pushed up her sunglasses, raising an eyebrow. “Good-looking?”

Assistant Lin’s lips twitched. “Miss Yu is naturally beautiful.”

“I think so too.” Yu Qingjia said, satisfied, adjusting her ultra-short bangs in the mirror. With a face like hers, any hairstyle worked.

Assistant Lin: …

Assistant Lin led her to the president’s office, knocked, and opened the door.

“Thanks for showing me the way.” Yu Qingjia said politely, nodding to Lin, showing no trace of her earlier mirror-admiring vanity.

Hearing the knock, Ming Yin glanced at Zhizhi, who slept soundly, her little belly rising and falling, oblivious to the noise.

As the door opened, Ming Yin started to stand but froze, seeing a stylish figure with Zhizhi’s exact haircut walk in.

Yu Qingjia cut her hair?

Though she hadn’t spoken, a faint smile already graced Ming Yin’s face.

She was worthy of Zhizhi’s adoration, going so far as to cut her hair to match.

Taking off her sunglasses to speak, Yu Qingjia noticed the office was quiet. She set a strawberry cake from Red Encounter on the coffee table, lowering her voice. “Where’s Xiao Lizhi?”

Ming Yin smiled softly, glancing at the sofa. “Asleep.”

“Sorry I’m late.” Yu Qingjia said, spotting the small lump under a light blanket. She looked at Ming Yin. “I promised to treat Xiao Lizhi cake last time, so I got one from Red Encounter.”

The little milk bun’s gift cake had come from there.

Ming Yin’s smile deepened. “Sit.”

Yu Qingjia sat across from the desk. “How did she end up cutting her hair?”

“I was dealing with emails last night and didn’t notice. She made a mess of it.” Ming Yin said, still shaken. It was a relief that Zhizhi only ruined her hair and didn’t hurt herself.

Yu Qingjia chuckled. She hadn’t expected the little milk bun to do something so risky. “Guess I’ll have to consider if Xiao Lizhi can copy my next hairstyle change.”

Ming Yin’s hand paused mid-pass of a water glass, her tone cool. “There won’t be a next time.”

Yu Qingjia looked at her, surprised, making Ming Yin shift uncomfortably. Before she could ask, Yu Qingjia said, “You could try a new look sometimes. Xiao Lizhi’s young and loves beauty.”

Ming Yin: …

“You’re already very pretty like this, though.” Yu Qingjia added, immediately sensing an odd shift in the air.

Thankfully, Ming Yin didn’t dwell on it, replying coolly, “I’m not a celebrity like you, Miss Yu.”

“Squeak—”

A hoarse little voice came from the sofa.

Both turned to the small lump, watching as the little milk bun propped herself up, rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep.

Ming Yin hurried over, scooping her up. “Sleep well?” she asked softly.

Watching their warm moment, Yu Qingjia felt a pang of envy for the little milk bun’s birth mother, who had Ming Yin’s deep love and such an adorable daughter, a true life winner.

Would she ever get to fall in love again, let alone have a child? Yu Qingjia mused absently.

As she watched them, the little milk bun, nestled in Ming Yin’s arms, spotted her and ran over excitedly. “Xiao Yu, did you cut your hair too?”

Yu Qingjia noticed her slightly swollen eyes. The new haircut made her round, fair face even cuter. Scooping her up, she saw the little milk bun, thrilled yet hesitant to squirm.

Putting her pink sunglasses back on, Yu Qingjia raised an eyebrow. “Good-looking?”

The little milk bun’s mouth fell open, eyes sparkling. “So good-looking!”

“Then we’re good-looking together.” Yu Qingjia pulled out a kid-sized pair of matching sunglasses and put them on her.

The little milk bun, thrilled, adjusted them and turned to Ming Yin. “Are we super good-looking?”

Yu Qingjia, holding her, looked at Ming Yin too. Golden sunlight streamed through the window, gilding them in a warm glow.

Dazzled by the light, Ming Yin saw the strikingly similar duo and recalled Zhizhi’s words after first meeting Yu Qingjia.

“She’s like me.”

“We’re all good-looking! Very good-looking!”