After Differentiating into an O, Pampered by an A - Chapter 31

Ye Xing opened Weibo and searched for Shen Yushu’s name. After seeing the content, she got off the bed, went to the walk-in closet, and took out her own ring.

Damn, it really is a pair…

Seeing it on Shen Yushu’s hand, Ye Xing didn’t doubt its authenticity for a second; she just felt it was a hell of a coincidence.

Shortly after hanging up the phone, Ye Xing scrolled through Weibo for a bit longer. Suddenly, Lan Xinqiao’s Weibo was updated. Unlike the long-distance shots in the forum post, she attached a crystal-clear photo—the ring on her hand was identical to Ye Xing’s. Her caption was a subtle jab at Ye Xing for “binding” herself to her to hype up popularity.

Ye Xing looked at it, a faint smile playing on her lips. This Little Green Grass is quite the actress.

Ye Xing sat on the bed, watching the performance with interest. After seeing the comments under her Weibo bashing her, she slowly exited the app and dialed Ding Ling’s number.

Ding Ling was still working overtime. She picked up, her voice sounding rushed: “Hello, Ye Xing. The PR team and I are rushing to draft a clarification letter. I’ll call you back later.” The sound of rapid typing clicked through the phone.

Ye Xing raised her eyelashes, staring at a point in the air. She pursed her red lips, adding a touch of cold glamour to her face.

She spoke slowly: “Sister Ling, don’t bother drafting it. Do you think a letter or a statement is of any use against Lan Xinqiao? To deal with someone like that, I think it’s better to send her a ‘grand gift’ instead.”

“What do you mean?”

Just as Lan Xinqiao’s fans were immersed in supporting their “perfect” idol—believing a “flop” like Ye Xing didn’t even deserve to use her for hype—the clock struck 11:00 PM sharp.

An article detailing the “Rise of the Lan Actress” was forwarded en masse by marketing accounts. Inside, it detailed Lan Xinqiao’s “growth” from a “no-name” to her current status, including every “scandalous history” she had ever had, laid bare before the netizens.

In public, she was a pure-as-jade Omega “Little White Flower”; in private, she was a calculating actress who didn’t hesitate to trample on others to climb to the top. Every leak caused Lan Xinqiao’s persona to crumble.

[Oh, so the Little White Flower was actually this dirty?]

[Why are Lan’s fans still jumping around? Your sister’s house didn’t just collapse; the foundation is gone. And you said our Xing-xing was using you for hype? Pfft, as if you’re worthy?]

[I’m not a fan of either, but I suggest you go check Shen Yushu’s Weibo. She’s wearing the same ring.]

[???]

[Sisters, assemble at Shen Yushu’s Weibo immediately…]

Lan Xinqiao never expected Ye Xing would release this kind of dirt on her. Is she trying to destroy me?

Lan Xinqiao threw her phone aside in a rage. “Ye Xing, you’re playing for keeps, aren’t you? Sister Lin, I think we can send lawyer letters to those marketing accounts now!”

Lin Jie looked at the backlash on the internet with a headache; her phone was almost ringing off the hook. Suddenly, her gaze froze on her tablet. She said urgently, “Lan Xinqiao, your ring was exposed as a fake.”

Lan Xinqiao looked incredulous. “What? How could—”

Lin Jie turned the tablet toward her, the screen stopped on Shen Yushu’s Weibo. In the photo, a shimmering ring sat on Shen Yushu’s finger. Below, netizens had already dug up the brand, the designer, and the fact that it was a unique pair. Years ago, the Boucheron designer had gifted one to Ye Xing.

The remaining purchased ring was currently on Shen Yushu’s hand. Even more telling, beneath Shen Yushu’s post, the designer himself had replied in Chinese: “Shu, I finally see you wearing this ring.”

Even without the designer’s reply, no one would doubt that Shen Yushu of the Shen Group would ever wear a fake. This was something Lan Xinqiao hadn’t calculated.

Finding herself slapped in the face publicly before the entire internet, she gritted her teeth in rage, preparing to strike back, but was ultimately stopped by Lin Jie.

“Lan Xinqiao, if you still want to work in this industry, do not say another word. If you keep acting recklessly, I can’t guarantee I can save you.”

Seeing her manager’s solemn expression and the current state of the comments, Lan Xinqiao knew she had officially overplayed her hand.

“Fine, Sister Lin. Have the PR team help me. You’ve handled that dirt before, so think of something. The persona I’ve built over the years can’t just fall apart like this.” Lan Xinqiao’s face was dark, flames of anger burning in her eyes.

Ye Xing lay in bed, holding Little Grape and scrolling through the comments against Lan Xinqiao, the smile in her eyes deepening.

“Ye Xing, are you listening to me? Now that the post is out, Lan Xinqiao’s side must be frantic with clarifications. But this grudge is deep now; her manager won’t let it go. You just regained some popularity; I’m worried…”

Hearing Ding Ling’s concern, Ye Xing said nonchalantly, “Sister Ling, there’s nothing to worry about. Like you said, I just ‘turned over like a salted fish.’ I’ve been a flop for so long anyway; I’m not afraid of flopping again. But Lan Xinqiao is different—she has much more to lose than we do. So, we must let this ‘Little Green Grass’ see: it was fine to use me as a stepping stone before, but now? Get as far away as possible.”

Ding Ling nodded and reminded Ye Xing to rest early. Lan Xinqiao likely wouldn’t be able to stir up any more waves; she would handle the cleanup. Her artist’s beautiful face absolutely could not stay up late.

Ye Xing hung up, placed Little Grape on the soft carpet by the bed, sprayed some sleep-aid fragrance, and actually fell asleep.

In the dead of night, while Ye Xing was in a sweet dream, a storm erupted online again. Lan Xinqiao’s career was effectively terminated.

Morning.

Sunlight filtered through the intricate gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

“Meow~” Little Grape jumped onto the bed, waking Ye Xing. As she opened her bleary eyes, the doorbell began to ring incessantly.

“Who is it?”

Ye Xing checked the time—only 8:00 AM. A loose silk robe hung over her delicate white shoulders, her dark hair falling over her waist like a soft veil.

The moment she opened the door, Ding Ling rushed in, followed by Ning Youyou, who was holding several garment bags. Both were filled with excitement.

“Sorry to disturb our star’s beauty sleep, but we have no choice—work came knocking. There’s a commercial event this morning. Time is tight, so we came to pick you up directly.”

Ding Ling signaled Ning Youyou to lay the bags on the sofa. “Pick one. I chose these for you late last night. They aren’t the latest season, but with your figure and face, anything you wear is beautiful.”

Ye Xing looked at the dresses, bewildered. “Wait, Sister Ling, I still have work? Didn’t we get into a fight with ‘Little Green Grass’ last night?”

Ding Ling realized Ye Xing had been asleep and had no idea what happened afterward. Last night was essentially “The Night of Lan Xinqiao’s Fall.”

Ning Youyou, sensing the mood, clapped her hands. “Aiya, Sister Xing-xing, you have no idea! At midnight, an anonymous ID suddenly dropped major leaks with photos. Netizens are calling it ‘Lan Xinqiao’s Hotel Collection’—every picture is of her going to hotels with different Alphas.”

Holy crap, that spicy? Truly, one misses the best “melons” by sleeping early.

Without waiting for Youyou to finish, Ye Xing went to the bedroom to grab her phone. Although many photos had been handled by Lan Xinqiao’s PR, they were no match for the save-speed of millions of netizens. After looking through them, Ye Xing couldn’t help but admire Lan Xinqiao—she was quite capable!

“Not only that, the ID also exposed Lan Xinqiao’s benefactor. Turns out the benefactor has a wife, so the ‘Little White Flower’ turned into a ‘mistress’ instantly. Overnight, all her endorsements and events are gone. She’s effectively finished.”

Ding Ling had a look of joy she couldn’t hide. “Don’t talk nonsense; she isn’t dead. How can you say she’s ‘gone’? Youyou, go help your Sister Xing-xing get ready. We’re in a hurry.”

Ye Xing understood now. Looking at the two busy people, her mood improved visibly. “So, who was the hero who leaked all that?”

Ding Ling sat on the sofa checking the schedule. “No idea. Probably a fan who was sick of Lan Xinqiao.”

Ye Xing hummed and headed to the bathroom. After a bath, Ning Youyou helped her with simple makeup and hair. Eventually, Ye Xing chose a black tube-top gown. An hour later, she stepped out the door wearing a matching silk shawl.

Bang—

Unexpectedly, two door-closing sounds rang out at once.

Ye Xing raised her eyes. Shen Yushu was dressed in a white suit-skirt, her long hair swept to one side, radiating the unique charm of a mature woman. However, Ye Xing noticed that unlike usual, there was a trace of fatigue on her stunning face. She likely hadn’t rested well last night, though it didn’t diminish her beauty at all.

Regarding the ring post, Ye Xing had a suspicion. It wasn’t posted early or late, but exactly at that moment—and the Weibo account had no other content. Was it posted specifically for me? She wanted to ask, but her lips moved and ultimately remained shut.

Ding Ling and Ning Youyou greeted Shen Yushu warmly. Shen Yushu nodded politely in response, then her gaze swept over Ye Xing. “Morning. Going to an event?”

Ye Xing nodded slightly. “Morning.”

The four entered the elevator. Ye Xing stood near the buttons and reached out to press for the parking level. As she moved, the shawl on her shoulder slid down, revealing a shoulder as smooth as congealed fat.

Ye Xing didn’t care, but Shen Yushu’s cool voice came from beside her: “Isn’t it cold so early in the morning?”

Huh? Cold?

Ye Xing looked over in surprise, meeting the depths of Shen Yushu’s clear, beautiful eyes. She knit her brows. “It’s not cold! It’s the middle of summer.”

Because of the angle, Shen Yushu could clearly see Ye Xing’s exquisite, sexy collarbones and the beauty mark on her chest, which radiated a bewitching aura.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened. Sun Xi, seeing Shen Yushu emerge, immediately came forward to meet her, but noticed the boss’s mood didn’t seem great. Seeing Ye Xing and her staff follow, she greeted them loudly: “Hello, Miss Ye! Hello, ladies!”

Ye Xing had seen Sun Xi many times, but this was the first time she had been greeted so warmly, so she responded with a smile.

Seeing the smile Ye Xing gave Sun Xi, Shen Yushu immediately let out a light cough and shot Sun Xi a cold look. “Assistant Sun, are you not working?”

Sun Xi immediately opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat. “President Shen, are you sure you don’t want to rest at home today?”

Last night, Sun Xi had received a call from Shen Yushu, ordering her and the entire company’s PR department to work through the night to buy “black material” photos of Lan Xinqiao from various paparazzi at exorbitant prices. Sun Xi, on the front lines of gossip, understood instantly.

This Lan Xinqiao… she picked the wrong person’s woman to mess with—

Exhausted from the all-nighter, Sun Xi couldn’t help but yawn, her eyes tearing up. “President Shen, about you helping Miss Ye… she doesn’t seem to know?”

Shen Yushu gave Sun Xi a cold look, her eyes lowered. “None of your business. Drive properly. If there’s nothing at the office today, you can rest.”

“Thank you, President Shen!”

Shen Yushu didn’t say anything else. She looked down thoughtfully at her phone, her fingers gripping the edge. After a moment, she opened the WeChat chat with Ye Xing and slowly typed on the screen.

“Your dress today isn’t pretty!”