How To Deal With Being Transmigrated As The Scumbag Ex-Wife - Chapter 5

5: Her Future Partner Must Not Be Mentally Ill

Once Yu Qingjia made up her mind, she sprang into action. Her desire to transition into directing unsurprisingly received her parents’ full support.

In the past, Mr. Yu would have shot down such an unrealistic idea without hesitation, urging her to abandon it. But knowing his youngest daughter had a history of split personality disorder, he couldn’t bear to be harsh, only hoping she could live happily.

“I’ll give you ten million yuan first. You can pick any team from Tianyue. If the film turns out well, Tianyue will cover the promotion costs and more.”

Mr. Yu generously transferred ten million yuan to her, and Yu Qingjia was genuinely touched when she received the funds.

From his perspective, this money was likely a lost cause, yet his generosity was undeniable.

Mr. Yu gave ten million yuan, and Mrs. Yu was equally lavish. Before Yu Qingjia had even written the script, she already had twenty million yuan in funding, more than enough to shoot a film.

She knew she couldn’t start with a big-budget movie, as it would look like she was deliberately milking her parents’ money. Once her abilities were proven, she’d have the credibility to tackle larger projects.

After spending a day crafting the short film’s script, Yu Qingjia called Pan Xing.

“You’re saying it was Shen Ru, the president of Shenji Group?”

Pan Xing’s eyes widened in shock. She seemed to recall something, lowering her head, her hands on her lap clenching into fists.

Her reaction wasn’t quite what Yu Qingjia expected. Pretending to be angry, Yu Qingjia sneered, “Hmph, she wanted to frame Ming Yin and send a warning to my sister, dragging me into it. She might even be targeting you to deal me another blow, keeping my sister occupied.”

“If President Ming hadn’t pressured them to retrieve the photos, once they leaked, Ming Yin would be at a disadvantage in their competition, and the two of us…” Yu Qingjia trailed off, leaving room for Pan Xing to fill in the blanks.

If the scandal broke, Yu Qingjia would be seen as a victim, but some of Xiao Yu’s fans would viciously attack her. The internet would pile on with moral condemnation, and the Yu family, with their significant influence in the entertainment industry, would likely turn against her. Blacklisting her would be effortless.

At this thought, Pan Xing’s face stiffened, a shadow creeping into her eyes.

She’d received an audition invitation from Shenji Film and Television just days ago. Shenji was trying to break into the entertainment industry, but they were no match for the Yu family.

If Shenji’s president resorted to such despicable tactics, how could this invitation be a genuine gesture of goodwill? There had to be a hidden agenda.

Pan Xing closed her eyes briefly, suppressing her chaotic thoughts. When she opened them, her emotions were calm again. “That’s a disgusting move.”

Yu Qingjia sighed softly, steering the conversation to her main point. “Actually, I didn’t call just to talk about this. I have an idea.”

“Hm?” Pan Xing cast a curious glance.

Yu Qingjia shared her plan to transition into directing. “My sister doesn’t believe in me, so I want to make a short film to show her.”

“Make a movie?”

Pan Xing looked at her in shock. Though they’d only known each other for half a year, from meeting to marriage to divorce, she thought she knew Xiao Yu well. Xiao Yu didn’t even enjoy acting, yet now she wanted to become a film director?

Could a split personality change someone’s passions so drastically?

The thought had barely surfaced when Pan Xing recalled Yu Qingjia’s gaze. The answer hit her instantly—

It could.

“Yes, I won’t waste your time, so I’ll be direct. If you’re free, I’d like to invite you to star in my short film.” Yu Qingjia said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.

Pan Xing paused, meeting those confident, bright eyes. She smiled. “No problem, of course I can.”

Even if it was just a short film, her starring in Yu Qingjia’s project would signal to the public that their relationship was amicable.

“That’s fantastic!” Yu Qingjia beamed. “If my sister agrees to let me form a team for a full movie, you’ll be my first choice for the lead.”

Pan Xing, who hadn’t held much hope, smiled warmly at this. “Alright, I’ll wait for your casting call.”

“No problem!”

The short film only needed two leads, with the rest being extras sourced from the film city. It could be shot entirely in a café. Yu Qingjia quickly grabbed her DV camera and began “location scouting.”

Luckily, she soon found a suitable café. All she needed was to negotiate with the owner to borrow the space.

Not a fan of coffee, Yu Qingjia ordered a milk tea and struck up a conversation with the staff. By sheer luck, the owner was in the shop. When she mentioned wanting to borrow the café for a video shoot, the owner hesitated at first. But once Yu Qingjia removed her sunglasses, he agreed without a second thought.

As a top actress, and recently dominating hot searches due to her flash marriage and divorce with Pan Xing, her face was unmistakable.

After happily taking photos and signing autographs for the owner and staff, Yu Qingjia sipped her milk tea in a corner. Finding it surprisingly tasty, she began tinkering with her DV camera.

As she studied the café’s decor and considered the short film’s composition and lighting, her hem was suddenly tugged. Before she could look down, a sweet, milky voice called, “Sister Xiao Yu~”

Yu Qingjia’s heart stirred. Looking down, she saw a brown bear cub clutching her hem, its chubby face beaming with a sweet smile. It was Ming Yin’s little milk bun.

The panda onesie had been swapped for a brown bear one, but the cuteness was undiminished.

“Why are you here?” Yu Qingjia crouched down, glancing toward the entrance. She didn’t see Ming Yin but spotted Assistant Lin.

The little milk bun pursed her pink lips, blinking big her glossy black eyes. “Auntie Lin brought me to eat strawberry cake.”

Yu Qingjia glanced at Assistant Lin ordering at the counter, then pinched the little ears on the milk bun’s hood, smiling. “So the little bear loves strawberry cake, huh?”

“Mm!” The child’s soft face flushed as they saw her smile. Shyly, they asked, “Does Sister Xiao Yu like it too?”

“I do!” Yu Qingjia was nearly melted by their cuteness. Such an adorable little milk bun.

The child’s eyes sparkled. “Do you like drinking milk?”

Yu Qingjia pondered for a moment, answering honestly, “Not really.”

The child’s eyes lit up even more. “Me neither!”

“Zhizhi, who are you talking to?” Assistant Lin’s voice rang out.

Yu Qingjia was facing away from the counter, and Lin didn’t recognize her at first. The little milk bun tilted their head, saying in their milky voice, “It’s Xiao Yu!”

Yu Qingjia turned to face Assistant Lin, who started in surprise. About to greet her, Lin remembered Yu Qingjia was a public figure and approached instead, saying politely, “Oh, it’s Miss Yu. Hello.”

“Hello.” Yu Qingjia smiled lightly, noticing the coffee in Assistant Lin’s hand. “Didn’t expect to run into you here. What a coincidence.”

“Quite a coincidence.” Assistant Lin replied with a courteous smile, though inwardly skeptical of Yu Qingjia’s words.

From the café’s window, you could see the towering, magnificent Mingyue Building, the Ming Group’s headquarters. Miss Yu was probably here for President Ming, wasn’t she?

To win Zhizhi’s affection so quickly, Miss Yu wasn’t as simple as the rumors suggested.

Assistant Lin adjusted her glasses, noticing the DV in Yu Qingjia’s hand. “Is Miss Yu working?”

“Sort of?” Yu Qingjia pinched the little milk bun’s hood ears again. The child eyed her slender, pretty hand, seemingly wanting to grab it.

Lin’s expression turned serious. “Then we won’t disturb you.” She looked down at the little milk bun, who quickly hid her hands behind her back, looking disappointed. “Bye-bye, Sister Xiao Yu.”

Assistant Lin felt a pang. Why did Zhizhi call her Auntie but Yu Qingjia Sister?

“Bye-bye, Xiao Lizhi.” Yu Qingjia pinched their ears again, and the little milk bun instantly beamed, grabbing Assistant Lin’s hem willingly.

Watching them leave the café, Yu Qingjia marveled at how small the world was. Then, glancing out the window, she saw the towering Mingyue Building.

Yu Qingjia: …

No wonder she’d run into the little milk bun. The Ming headquarters was right next door.

After Assistant Lin led Zhizhi back to the president’s office, the child happily scampered toward the figure behind the desk. “Yinyin~”

Assistant Lin pretended not to hear, placing the packed coffee and strawberry cake on a nearby tea table before quietly exiting.

The soft, chubby Zhizhi struggled to climb onto Ming Yin’s lap, her short legs not quite reaching. Ming Yin lent a hand, helping them settle comfortably.

Kissing Zhizhi’s cheek, Ming Yin asked softly, “Not going to eat your strawberry cake?”

Zhizhi glanced at the cake but turned back. “Yinyin, I saw Xiao Yu.”

Ming Yin paused for a second. “Mm, and then?”

Counting on their chubby fingers, Zhizhi said, “I like strawberry cake, and Xiao Yu likes it too. Xiao Yu doesn’t like milk, and I don’t either—”

“Xiao Yu’s so pretty, and I’m so pretty too.”

Ming Yin’s slender hand caught the chubby one. Holding Zhizhi, she walked to the tea table. “She’s not.”

She knew exactly what her little milk bun was thinking.

Zhizhi pouted unhappily, their big black eyes misting over.

“Eat.” Ming Yin opened the box, spearing a strawberry and holding it to Zhizhi’s mouth. “Why was Xiao Yu there?”

Zhizhi initially resisted, but after the sweet strawberry brushed her lips twice, they couldn’t resist and ate it, instantly smiling again. “Xiao Yu was working.”

“Working?”

Ming Yin recalled Yu Qingjia’s profession. She didn’t remember any film crews or commercial events nearby.

Glancing at Zhizhi, whose face was smeared with cream, Ming Yin decided Zhizhi could no longer leave her sight.

She couldn’t let Zhizhi take risks or grow too fond of Yu Qingjia. Her future partner could be anyone, but never someone with a mental illness.