How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 16

16: Sister’s Spring Has Arrived

“What?! I see the dawn of Yu Qingjia quitting the entertainment industry. Everyone, push harder—make her leave!”

“I’m hesitant. You Xiaomei says the movie’s really good, one of the top three domestic films in three years. Should I believe her? /laugh-cry”

“1 billion box office? Is the second princess insane?”

“Am I the only one who finds Yu Qingjia’s new look stunning? I love this icy beauty vibe /heart”

“You’re missing something: the distributor must’ve done projections. For her to say that, she’s got confidence.”

“You Xiaomei and Da Hua both say the movie’s worth watching, even a second time. I’ll trust them—what if it’s a hit?”

“You Xiaomei” and “Da Hua Movies” were renowned critics. You Xiaomei, an ordinary moviegoer, gave sharp, straightforward reviews on characters, plots, and themes—her praised films often did well at the box office. Da Hua Movies, a semi-professional, analyzed artistry alongside content, and his favorites typically won awards.

Their focuses differed, so their praise rarely overlapped. Yet this time, they unanimously lauded Star Making Plan: it’s great, go see it.

If fans didn’t trust these honest critics, they’d suspect bribes. This rare consensus meant the film blended commercial appeal and artistry exceptionally well.

The question was: Could Yu Qingjia, with no film experience, really pull this off?

Or was the rumored ghost director behind it?

With glowing reviews piling up, even skeptics who called Star Making Plan trash began to waver—

Is it really that good?

Beyond media and critics, Yu Qingjia’s top fans, invited to the premiere, were thrilled their idol made such a gem. They rallied in group chats, urging fans to bring family and friends during the holiday.

Yu Qingjia herself stepped in, saying not to waste money—if interested, see it in theaters; if not, no pressure. Just support her in your hearts and believe in her talent.

This moved fans to tears, especially after another idol’s recent scandal of disowning non-moviegoers. By contrast, Xiao Yu was perfect—beautiful, kind, and talented!

Yet the beautiful, kind, talented Yu Qingjia was enduring a lecture from her older sister.

“What were you thinking, saying that?” Yu Qingyi was livid. “I know you wanted buzz for the movie, but did you consider the consequences?”

Pinned to a chair, Yu Qingjia sighed helplessly. “Trust me, it’s fine.”

She’d compared domestic box office stats from her world, setting the 1 billion yuan mark conservatively. Her real estimate was around 1.4 billion yuan. In her original world, Star Making Plan hit 2.4 billion yuan, topping the annual box office. This optimized version shouldn’t fare worse.

“How can I trust you?” Yu Qingyi’s temples throbbed. “Do you know last year’s total domestic box office? Only 9 billion yuan! You’re claiming 1 billion yuan, but even a great film needs enough screens!”

Yu Qingjia calmly poured her coffee. “Here, have some coffee to calm down. Screen and theater numbers grow yearly, and the distributor conservatively estimated 800 million yuan. Why don’t you believe I can hit 1 billion yuan?”

Yu Qingyi laughed in exasperation, thinking her sister had matured, only to find her unchanged.

But the laugh eased her anger. Yu Qingjia seized the chance. “Look, our film’s quality is solid. People don’t want to watch because they think I’m scamming them with trash. We can invite video influencers and critics to point out flaws. They’ll make videos and write reviews. When netizens see the film’s quality, they’ll want to check it out. Once they realize it’s good, they’ll feel guilty for their bias and recommend it to friends, driving up the box office.”

“Or we could do a ticket stub raffle to boost sales.”

Yu Qingyi paused, considering. Her eyes lit up. “The first idea could work. The raffle’s too obvious, though.” Realizing she’d been sidetracked, she wanted to scold more but lacked the earlier fire. “Next time you talk to reporters, clear it with us first.”

“Alright, no problem,” Yu Qingjia said, humoring her like a child. “I’ll be poised and elegant on camera.”

Poised and elegant, my foot!

Yu Qingyi nearly laughed in frustration. Could this brat be any less reliable?

She shot her a glare, finding her sister particularly irksome today, then noticed the goofy haircut. “What’s with your hair? Why this style?”

Seeing Yu Qingyi’s disdain, Yu Qingjia flicked her bangs. “What, is it not good-looking?”

“Goofy as hell. Good-looking, my ass.” Yu Qingyi said, rolling her eyes.

Yu Qingjia pulled up a photo on her phone. “See, a kid tried copying my old hairstyle and botched it. So I got the same cut to match her.”

The selfie showed Yu Qingjia hugging the little milk bun, with matching hairstyles, sunglasses, and radiant smiles, looking like mother and daughter. Even Yu Qingyi’s eyes sparkled, finding her sister’s haircut far more tolerable. “Whose kid is this?”

Yu Qingjia showed a solo photo of the little milk bun from Ming Yin, the pitiful expression melting Yu Qingyi’s heart. She wanted to scoop up the adorable child.

“It’s Ming Yin’s daughter, Zhizhi. Last time Ming Yin came to discuss Shen Ru, her daughter snuck up the elevator and ran into me,” Yu Qingjia said.

“Ming Yin’s daughter?” Yu Qingyi’s gaze turned subtle, unnoticed by Yu Qingjia, who was engrossed in the cute photo.

“Does she like you a lot?” Yu Qingyi asked.

If she recalled correctly, Ming Yin was single.

“Probably?” Yu Qingjia pocketed her phone, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “She gave me a cake and dragged her mom to eat with me.”

“Oh, that was the ‘mystery woman’ dinner.”

Yu Qingyi nodded, her smile softening. “That little red hat’s adorable.”

“Totally. Soft, well-behaved, and caring.” Yu Qingjia said. That day, she finally hugged the little milk bun—so soft and sweet, like a fresh strawberry cake. Zhizhi adored her, snuggling in her arms for photos, laughing so much Ming Yin couldn’t focus on work.

Seeing her sister’s smile, Yu Qingyi had some thoughts but kept them hidden. “You and Ming Yin are quite fated, and her kid likes you. With our companies planning to collaborate, staying in touch isn’t a bad idea. Visit the kid when you’re free.”

Yu Qingjia nodded without overthinking. “Yeah, if I’ve got time, I’ll take her out to play.”

Yu Qingyi nodded approvingly, thinking her sister’s spring had arrived. She’d better inform their parents.

…

Finally freed from her sister’s “loving lecture,” Yu Qingjia hurried out of the president’s office, barely enduring the parental vibe, as if she were a rebellious teen. Beginnings were always rough, they’d get used to it.

The elevator stopped at the 20th floor. Yu Qingjia stepped back to make room, but when the doors opened, a familiar male voice said, “Why won’t you sign? This is a rare chance! If you miss it, you might never get another role!”

“No way! I’m not working for anyone named Yu!”

An angry female voice snapped back.

The girl stormed into the elevator, only to see Yu Qingjia calmly watching her. Her agent, spotting Yu Qingjia, went pale, yanking Si Lingyou back out. “Sorry, Sister Xiao Yu, we’re not taking the elevator. Wrong button.”

He prayed Yu Qingjia hadn’t heard or understood the remark.

The 20th floor housed artist contracts and legal affairs. Seeing Si Lingyou’s state and hearing the exchange, Yu Qingjia pieced it together. The girl must’ve realized Yu Qingyi’s intent, and in a fit of pride, refused to sign.

Mindful of her quirky haircut, Yu Qingjia maintained her cool, elegant demeanor before this “former rival,” glancing at Si Lingyou. The agent, seeing her look, felt a chill, dizzy with dread—

She heard!

“Some people act grown but don’t think before they act, leaving their parents to clean up their messes. Self-awareness is key, do you really think you’re some chosen one?” Yu Qingjia’s gaze was icy.

Si Lingyou nearly exploded. She thought Yu didn’t know her, yet she came out swinging. Barely restraining herself from slapping her, she glared, chest heaving.

“Be polite. The Yu family doesn’t owe you anything and doesn’t need your disdain.” Yu Qingjia said coldly. “And figure out who’s begging whom.”

Ignoring Si Lingyou’s furious expression, she nodded at the agent. “Take her out.”

The agent, stunned, straightened instinctively. “Y-Yes!” Realizing his reaction, he dragged his difficult client out.

Thankfully, Si Lingyou didn’t resist, only glaring at Yu Qingjia with burning rage until the doors closed, cutting off her view.

The agent realized Si Lingyou’s family had ties with the Yu’s.

No wonder they weren’t just signing her for a drama but asking about Huayue’s breach penalties, hinting at signing her outright, it was the Yu family’s doing.

“Please, I’m begging you. The situation’s bigger than you. That jerk said you’d never get another role. Besides Tianyue’s companies, who’d dare sign you?” the agent pleaded.

Si Lingyou bit her lip, silent. The agent, unsure how to proceed, considered apologizing to the manager and trying again when Si Lingyou gritted out, “Fine, I’ll sign!”