Why Did My Ex-Wife’S Aunt Treat Me Like That? Chapter 13
byChapter 13 Rebirth is inherently defying the heavens.
After finishing everything, Yuan Yi took a taxi back to the ice cream shop.
Knowing that her actions would attract hatred, she wisely muted her phone and temporarily blocked the numbers that needed blocking, ensuring her own peace and quiet.
She bought a bowl of fig and matcha flavored ice cream, sat down in her previous spot, and began to contemplate her next move.
Qin Wei: [Image]
Qin Wei: [Help?]
Qin Wei: [After you left, Wei Xingjie latched onto me, insisting we collaborate on the graduation project, and kept asking me about you. I’m suffocating.]
Yuan Yi: [It’s natural for a cornered dog to jump the wall / comfort]
Yuan Yi: [I’m short one person in my team. How about it?]
Qin Wei: [Ooh, ooh, ooh, when did you form a team? Have you already secured a collaboration with Director Cheng?]
Yuan Yi: [Just formed it. It includes me, and only me.]
Yuan Yi’s major covered a wide range of subjects. The main focus, game modeling, had many sub-categories. Students usually specialized based on their interests—some liked large scenes, some preferred character modeling, others enjoyed complex smoke and water effects. Few students, like Yuan Yi, could independently create an entire game.
The workload was immense, which was why she had only managed to produce a small demo after more than half a year. If the response hadn’t been good, she hadn’t planned on developing it into her graduation project.
To achieve results quickly, division of labor was necessary.
If she could regain the initiative at the company this time, she would definitely need a trustworthy second-in-command. Qin Wei, who excelled at scene creation, was the perfect choice.
She understood the principle that when one person succeeds, they must bring their best friend along for the ride.
Qin Wei’s message popped up: [As long as you secure the deal, I’ll directly integrate the prototype of my project into your scene for interaction. Sister, I’m counting on you. You must win over Director Cheng.]
Yuan Yi looked at the second half of the sentence and felt it sounded a little ambiguous.
Qin Wei, aware of Yuan Yi’s actions toward He Xun at noon, deliberately teased her: [@Heartbroken Little Yuan, whose heart are you breaking for?]
Yuan Yi: [I’m heartbroken because I used so many tricks and still haven’t met Director Cheng, wuwuwuwuwu]
Qin Wei: [So fake, hahahahaha. Are you sure you’re not just crying out saliva?]
“Hello, what would you like?”
“Raspberry chocolate.”
The voice sounded familiar, successfully diverting Yuan Yi’s attention from her phone.
A familiar figure turned away from the ordering counter. The staff member clearly remembered Peng Cheng and thoughtfully pointed toward Yuan Yi’s table: “Your friend is at that table. She’s been waiting for a while.”
Yuan Yi froze for half a second: Huh? Me?
Peng Cheng was already walking over. For some reason, Yuan Yi felt there was something in Peng Cheng’s eyes that she couldn’t decipher. She had intended to offer a normal greeting, but the moment Peng Cheng stood before her, Yuan Yi immediately sprang up like a coiled spring.
Peng Cheng wore a trench coat, dark gray wide-leg trousers, and high heels. Standing in front of her, Yuan Yi felt that maintaining eye contact for five seconds required immense willpower.
Yuan Yi noticed that Peng Cheng seemed to favor vests in her attire, and she suited them perfectly, effortlessly carrying the elegant nobility of old money style.
She was truly beautiful. Yuan Yi couldn’t look for five seconds; falling for the ice queen was as easy as breathing.
“Director Cheng! What a coincidence? Why are you here?”
“I came to find you.” Peng Cheng nodded, signaling that Yuan Yi didn’t need to be so nervous. “My assistant called you, but you hung up.”
“Called me?” Yuan Yi looked blankly at her phone on the table. Peng Cheng naturally followed her gaze.
The chat interface between Yuan Yi and Qin Wei was still displayed. Yuan Yi immediately realized her mistake and quickly picked up her phone, saying, “That’s not what I meant! It’s not what you think!”
Peng Cheng said, “Actually, I didn’t see anything.”
Yuan Yi felt a sense of powerlessness, like she had kicked an iron plate.
She sheepishly sat down and checked her phone, finding several missed calls, but all from unfamiliar numbers. Fearing He Xun might be trying to harass her in disguise, Yuan Yi had a habit of not answering unknown numbers.
Peng Cheng’s ice cream arrived. Yuan Yi ate her fig ice cream ball bite by bite, considering whether she should say something to Peng Cheng.
Peng Cheng didn’t usually eat desserts, including ice cream. She tasted a spoonful of the raspberry chocolate—it was very sweet.
Why did so many people love this combination of extreme sweetness and cold temperature?
“I know about you and He Xun.”
Yuan Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
Here it comes, that familiar opening line.
Next, a five-million-yuan check would probably be slapped onto her face, demanding she leave He Xun.
If that happened, Yuan Yi would definitely accept it and leave without looking back, being an honest person.
Peng Cheng took another bite, feeling the cold cream melt on her lips and tongue, and noticed the change in Yuan Yi’s expression.
A moment ago, Yuan Yi had been flustered by her arrival, but as soon as He Xun was mentioned, her eyes immediately became intense.
Peng Cheng frowned slightly: “Why are you so devoted to He Xun?”
Yuan Yi froze: “…Me?”
What a coincidence.
Besides the two of them, no one else was out eating ice cream during these cold working hours.
Yuan Yi blinked, trying to find a hint of accusation or scrutiny on Peng Cheng’s face, but there was none.
Peng Cheng’s question, like her previous inquiries, showed she was confused about the situation and simply wanted an answer.
If she answered as the current Yuan Yi, she had nothing to say; she now viewed He Xun as dirt beneath her shoes and a flood—just a tool.
From the perspective of her previous life, it was different. She could only say it was because her brain was waterlogged, and He Xun was the one who poured the water, which was why she was so devoted.
Initially, she approached him with the intention of climbing the social ladder and living a good life. The gifts and money He Xun gave her taught Yuan Yi that money could do anything, turning her insincerity into something half-genuine.
The turning point occurred at the Peng family gathering in Shuyuan City, where He Xun took her.
A heavy snowstorm caused a fire at the Wanshan Resort Center in Shuyuan City. During a family hunting activity, Yuan Yi got separated from the main group while trying to photograph a reindeer He Xun liked.
She didn’t catch up but stepped on a weak spot near the non-viewing area boundary and fell into a snow pit. Snow cascaded down, burying her. The bottom of the pit was covered in perennially frozen ice, slowly draining all her body heat.
She was found when she was already unconscious, and everything after that was a blur of white. When she woke up, a haggard He Xun was tightly holding her hand, and she had a cast on her leg.
He Xun said that Peng Cheng had turned back and found her, but then a blizzard struck, making it impossible for cars to enter. He Xun claimed he carried Yuan Yi down the mountain to find rescue, breaking his leg in the process.
Yuan Yi never saw Peng Cheng. He Xun said, “You know about my Aunt’s leg condition; how could she walk far in the snow? She had other matters and left first on a private jet.”
She wasn’t without suspicion. He Xun recuperated for three months, and Yuan Yi stayed by his side for three months, yet she never saw Peng Cheng once.
When they met again, Peng Cheng seemed completely normal, and no one ever mentioned the danger of that day again.
The life-saving grace, combined with the money, and He Xun’s promise to marry her, solidified her genuine feelings. She treated He Xun with sincerity.
Unfortunately, being sincere to someone was the beginning of being trampled upon. She had walked into He Xun’s trap, as if she had never escaped that cold snow pit that day.
“Actually, I’m not devoted to He Xun now. It depends on the situation,” Yuan Yi said tactfully. “He Xun keeps harassing me to quit my job, so those words were a last resort, just nonsense.”
Peng Cheng: “Including being heartbroken because you didn’t meet me?”
Ah? You clearly saw everything! Yuan Yi knew she had kicked an iron plate and admitted honestly, “That part wasn’t nonsense. Director Cheng, you have to believe that even rotten people have sincerity.”
She was talking nonsense again.
Peng Cheng said, “Since you are so unwilling to resign, why don’t you fight for yourself more?”
Yuan Yi paused, immediately realizing that Peng Cheng knew everything. The game was hers, and she was supposed to be the one negotiating the collaboration. Instead, she went out for ice cream.
Who exactly was in the ice cream shop? Who loved ice cream so much?
“I didn’t realize there were so many people more rotten than me in this world,” Yuan Yi said, not very tactfully. “I can’t compete with them. I went to your company this morning to find you, but your staff said you were very busy.”
Busy?
Peng Cheng looked at the ice cream in front of her. While listening to Yuan Yi speak, she had unconsciously eaten a chunk out of the small mountain.
“You have my WeChat number. Why didn’t you contact me?”
Yuan Yi was astonished: “Director Cheng, that would be using back channels! Don’t you hate that the most?”
“…” Peng Cheng didn’t know whether to say Yuan Yi understood her well. She paused and said, “Your electric blanket is in my car. I’ll get it for you.”
Yuan Yi gasped and asked foolishly, “Do you have something similar at home?”
“No.”
“Then you should use it first.” Yuan Yi quickly pulled out an identical light blue blanket from her backpack and draped it over Peng Cheng’s legs. “It’s cold, put this on. This is a custom design I had made myself; it’s not sold externally.”
Peng Cheng looked down. Several small cats on the blanket stared back at her with round eyes. A familiar warmth spread from her knees.
This was excellent merchandise, worth selling in the winter.
Peng Cheng looked up at the smiling Yuan Yi, a hint of amusement in her dark eyes: “Doesn’t this count as using back channels?”
Yuan Yi: “Director Cheng, I’m not that vulgar. This is a token of my sincerity. Look here, this is my sketch portfolio. All the cat protagonists for the game are already drawn.”
Yuan Yi took out the portfolio she had prepared, placed it on the table, and waited obediently for Peng Cheng to review it.
While Peng Cheng flipped through the sketches, Yuan Yi finally asked, “Director Cheng, do you think I’m walking the right path now?”
Peng Cheng didn’t reply, only looking at Yuan Yi’s ice cream.
“It’s okay, but not particularly delicious. It’s not as sweet as raspberry chocolate.” Yuan Yi smiled, took a clean spoon, scooped a small ball from her own bowl, and offered it. “Would you like to try it?”
Her spoon was aimed at Peng Cheng, the soft ice cream ball already reaching her lips.
Despite being a cold substance, Peng Cheng felt a certain warmth approaching her, touching her fine pores little by little.
Peng Cheng frowned: “Do you know what you are doing?”
She was slightly confused about whether Yuan Yi’s “right path” referred to feeding her ice cream or this beautiful portfolio.
Yuan Yi wanted to say she knew.
Her rebirth was inherently defying the heavens, so doing something outrageous was perfectly normal.
The only thing was, this unconventional path was proceeding a little too smoothly.
The air was silent for a few seconds. Yuan Yi’s spoon took a turn and nonchalantly slipped into her own mouth, her smile natural: “It’s the first time I’ve seen such a presumptuous ice cream ball. No wonder it’s mediocre.”
She knew it. She really couldn’t look at Peng Cheng for more than five seconds. She was such a good woman that even a straight woman would be moved.
She was outrageous, she deserved to die, she couldn’t handle it. She blamed the heavens, the earth, and herself, but not Peng Cheng. The embarrassed Yuan Yi decided to find an enemy later to torment.
Peng Cheng across the table remained silent, her lips pressed together, as if nothing had just happened.
Author’s Note:
Who opened their mouth just now? I won’t say.