After Differentiating into an O, Pampered by an A - Chapter 16

Ye Xing’s lips curled slightly as she nodded with a smile. “Alright, Miss Shen.”

She knew it was impossible for Shen Yushu to want her autograph; the only fan crazy enough to chase her like this had to be Shen Xiaoqian. If a few signatures could buy her a peaceful life, Ye Xing felt it was a bargain even if she had to sign until her hand bled.

She opened her door, ready to head in and get to work for the little niece. But just as she stepped inside, Shen Yushu called out to her again.

“Ye Xing!”

Ye Xing leaned back out. “Mm? I’m here.”

Shen Yushu slowly pulled out her phone and walked over to her. Beneath her beautiful brows, her eyes were like shimmering pools of water. Her voice was calm. “Leave me your contact information.”

Perhaps afraid Ye Xing would misunderstand, she added slowly, “If Shen Xiaoqian looks for you again, you can call me directly.”

Thinking about the misunderstanding with Kong Zhen at the office today gave Shen Yushu a headache. In such situations, having a phone number would likely make things much more convenient.

Ye Xing didn’t think much of it. She blinked her beautiful lashes, pulled out her phone, and generously brought up her WeChat QR code. After Shen Yushu scanned it, Ye Xing withdrew her phone and shook the envelope in her hand.

“I’ll let you know once I’ve finished signing these.”

“Mm.”

Two door-closing sounds rang out simultaneously.

After her workout, Ye Xing felt sticky. She dropped her things and headed straight for the shower. Twenty minutes later, she emerged wearing a smooth silk camisole nightgown with a matching robe draped loosely over her shoulders—lazy and sexy. She walked to the small table by the sofa, accepted Shen Yushu’s friend request, and opened the envelope.

Next door.

Shen Yushu sat in her study. Her phone on the desk chimed. Seeing that it had taken Ye Xing quite a while to accept her request, her brow furrowed slightly. By tacit agreement, neither sent an introductory message to the other.

Shen Yushu opened her laptop, preparing to reply to work emails, when the doorbell suddenly rang. Upon opening the door, she saw Ye Xing standing there, her face dark with frustration as she held up the envelope.

“Eldest Miss Shen, please stop messing with me, okay? I can’t sign these photos. Please, spare me.”

Without waiting for a response, she shoved the items back into Shen Yushu’s hands. Seeing Ye Xing’s upset expression, Shen Yushu methodically opened the envelope.

The moment she pulled out the photos, ripples formed in her calm eyes. Her fingertips felt as if they had been scorched where they touched the glossy paper, and she quickly shoved them back in. Her red lips parted, and her face turned visibly awkward.

“I will call Shen Xiaoqian immediately.”

With that, she slammed the door shut.

“Hey, give the photos back to me first—” Ye Xing stood outside the door, catching a mouthful of cold air.

Damn, was the original host really that wild? To think she took such scandalous, high-exposure “boudoir” photos.

Ye Xing felt like she was experiencing “social death.” Her heart was so tired.

Shen Yushu returned to her study and threw the envelope onto the desk. A few of Ye Xing’s “private” celebrity photos slid out. In the photos, Ye Xing had an incredibly pure face and eyes as clear as a spring, yet her shimmering peach-blossom eyes held a faint, misty quality. Innocence and seduction were not contradictory here. Her body radiated a bewitching sexiness; her graceful proportions were enough to make any Omega’s blood boil—pure yet provocative.

It was as if the air itself was filled with the scent of Ye Xing’s pheromones.

Shen Yushu kept her gaze lowered, her emotions unreadable, but the tips of her fingers holding the phone turned slightly white.

In the school dormitory, Shen Xiaoqian was reporting her progress to her sisters. She claimed that, barring any accidents, they would have Ye Xing’s signed photos by tomorrow.

The moment she said this, her two roommates turned into “screaming chickens.”

“Ahhh! Xiaoqian, really? Are you sure Ye Xing will sign for us?”

Shen Xiaoqian raised her brows proudly, her fair face full of triumph. “It’s truer than pearls!” After all, her aunt never broke a promise.

“Shen Xiaoqian, you’re the best! Hahaha, do you think Ye Xing will blush when she sees the photos we found?” Deng Yao’s face was red as she hugged a pillow.

Lu Huanmo, who had been playing games, had long since gone AFK. She rubbed her hands excitedly. “Mhm, how could she not? Those are the limited-edition ‘Pure Innocent Girl’ boudoir photos from when our Little Xing-xing first debuted!”

Seeing their sneaky expressions, Shen Xiaoqian looked confused. “Uh… what are you talking about? What limited-edition photos?”

She was about to press for more when her phone rang. Seeing it was Shen Yushu, she answered excitedly. The next second, a wail erupted from the dormitory.

“I really wasn’t looking at porn—!”

Shen Xiaoqian, who had been “killed” by her friends before she could even start her mission, had her credit card frozen by Shen Yushu for the next week and was told to focus on her studies with a “pure and quiet heart.”

Fortunately, she behaved and didn’t provoke Shen Yushu further. Eventually, she received a package delivered by Sun Xi outside the school. When she opened it, she found Ye Xing’s actual signatures—but the photos had all been replaced with notebooks featuring the slogan: “Study Hard, Make Progress Every Day.”

One for her, and one for each of her roommates. The other two were both grieved and amused; they were so stunned they practically choked Shen Xiaoqian, demanding she return Ye Xing’s limited-edition private photos.

Shen Xiaoqian wanted to cry but had no tears.

News that Director Li Guan was restarting the second season of Let’s Fall in Love! spread quickly. For a variety show that had once been a phenomenon and a massive hit, the second season naturally drew the attention of every star in the industry. Alpha and Omega celebrities alike were doing everything they could to get in contact with the production.

Ding Ling, who wanted to rebuild Ye Xing’s reputation, was no exception. After their last dinner with the director, they had chatted happily. Drawing on her years in the industry, Ding Ling’s intuition told her the chance of collaboration was about eighty or ninety percent.

However, when Ding Ling went back to talk about the show’s content later, a small hiccup occurred. Li Guan began to make excuses and avoided meeting her.

Ye Xing propped her head on her slender arm, leaning lazily against the sofa. She spit a grape seed into a tissue. Facing Ding Ling’s early morning venting, she understood the situation.

“Sister Ling, the director’s meaning is obvious. She doesn’t want me on the show.”

Ding Ling shook her head, hesitating before finally blurting out her suspicion. “No, I asked around privately with the sponsors. Even though you were a ‘flop’ before, you’re beautiful. What does a dating show need? It needs guests with pleasant faces. But…”

Ye Xing rolled her eyes and stretched out her long, white legs. “Don’t diss your own artist like that. ‘But’ what?”

Ding Ling thought for a moment and decided to be direct. “Sigh, you saw it last time. Director Li Guan has a bit of an interest in you. You left early last dinner, and she’s mentioned wanting to see you again several times since. I’ve been playing ‘Tai Chi’ to dodge the subject, but I suspect she’s blocking you because of it.”

Ye Xing’s pinkish fingertips held a purple grape. Her beautiful eyes were tinged with a peach-blossom hue, her gaze shimmering. Her tone was light and somewhat nonchalant. “Oh, so a creep director is blocking me. Fine, Sister Ling. Should we go see this director today?”

Sensing something, Ding Ling immediately stopped her sternly. “Ye Xing, I don’t care how you play in your private life, but this is work. If you get tagged with a ‘casting couch’ (hidden rules) scandal, you won’t just be a flop star; you’ll be digging your own grave. Forget it. At worst, we just won’t do this show.”

Ye Xing’s brows furrowed instantly. “Sister Ling, what are you thinking? I plan to show my sincerity to the director. Whether it works or not is one thing, but at least we tried, right? As for ‘hidden rules,’ you’re overthinking it.”

These words left Ding Ling stunned. Her “motherly” heart almost couldn’t take the shock of such maturity.

Ye Xing wiped her hands and headed to the closet. After getting ready, she emerged in a champagne-colored dress, her dark hair tied back lazily with a silk scarf—looking both sweet and ethereal. Ding Ling followed behind her.

But just as Ye Xing stepped out the door, the lock next door clicked. She ran right into Shen Yushu, who was also heading out.

Their gazes met as they scanned each other. Shen Yushu’s brow furrowed. She looked down at her own champagne-colored suit, her emotions unreadable.

Ye Xing, however, gave a brilliant smile.

“Sister, morning! What a coincidence—we’re ‘color-clashing’ again today!”