After Transmigrating as a Scum Omega, I Had a Happy Ending with My Ex-Wife [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 1

Su Hua had been frozen in this position for half an hour.

She was lying on the sofa in a “Ge You Slump,” clutching her phone.

Her eyes were vacant, her thoughts adrift.

When her assistant, Xiao Dong, pushed the door open and saw this scene, she felt a sudden prickle of fear.

“Sister Su Su,” Xiao Dong called out cautiously, terrified that if she spoke too loudly and startled her, she would be the one to suffer the consequences.

She called once, but there was no reaction. She called again.

“Hmm?” Su Hua turned her head to look at her.

Xiao Dong shrunk her neck back and handed over a document. “Sister Qing asked me to give this to you.”

Su Hua’s gaze fell on the document. After a few seconds, she reached out. “Give it here.”

Xiao Dong shuffled forward a few steps, placed the document in her hand, and then quickly retreated to her original spot three meters away.

Su Hua arched an eyebrow. “Why are you hiding so far away? Am I going to eat you?”

Xiao Dong shook her head violently, her head bowed, not daring to make a sound.

Su Hua didn’t say more, shifting her focus to the document in her hand.

It was a contract for a variety show. “Dreamy Youth?”

Xiao Dong offered a timely explanation: “It’s a very popular idol survival show from the last couple of years. Several celebrities became huge hits through this program.”

Su Hua searched the original owner’s memories, only to find they were filled with scenes of eating, drinking, and playing. The original owner knew nothing about the industry; despite being in show business, she paid it no mind, living her life like a complete airhead.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache as she continued reading the contract.

“Sister Qing already signed me up?” she asked, remembering something.

“Yes,” Xiao Dong nodded quickly. “Sister Qing also said you have to go to the filming site in three days.”

“So soon?” Su Hua raised an eyebrow.

Xiao Dong didn’t dare say another word. In Sister Qing’s words: only by stuffing Su Hua in there for three months of lockdown—with no phone and nothing but constant daily training—could they stop “Sister Su Su” from stirring up trouble.

Of course, Xiao Dong didn’t dare voice these thoughts. She kept her head down and waited by the side.

What followed was a boundless silence, broken only by the sound of the person on the sofa flipping through pages. At one point, the rustling of paper stopped.

Xiao Dong peeked up timidly. The afternoon sunlight was streaming through the window, bathing the woman in a golden glow that made her look soft and beautiful.

If only she could always stay this quiet, Xiao Dong thought to herself.

Su Hua didn’t know her little assistant was judging her. At that moment, her finger was resting on the “Mentors” column. There were several names listed, but one in particular captured her entire attention.

“Film Queen Fu is a mentor for this season?” After tapping the name a few times, Su Hua looked up.

Xiao Dong blinked in surprise, then nodded. “Yes.”

“Nothing else. You can go back now.” Su Hua closed the contract and handed it back.

“Alright.” Xiao Dong let out a silent sigh of relief. She took the contract, packed it away, and left without further disturbance, closing the door behind her.

Left alone in the living room, Su Hua slumped back onto the sofa once more. She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead, shielding her eyes. A small brown mole was faintly visible at the corner of her eye.

“Fu Mo.” A smile played on her lips.

Suddenly, the smile froze, turning into a bitter one. She moved her hand, revealing bright, clear eyes—eyes that would have never appeared on the face of the original Su Hua.

Because the current Su Hua was no longer the original. This Su Hua had transmigrated. She had been on her way to an awards ceremony when a car accident knocked her unconscious. When she woke up, she was in the body of this Su Hua, who shared her name.

She had been here for five days. For five days, she had locked herself in this house, digesting the original owner’s memories while reading the comments trashing her online.

#Film Queen Fu Finally Divorced#

#Su Hua Get Out of the Entertainment Industry#

These two hashtags had rocketed to the top of the trending charts. Even after five days, the heat hadn’t died down.

As a top-tier star in her previous life, Su Hua had never seen such a spectacle. She had debuted at the peak and worked industriously for years—no scandals, no bad dramas. When she wasn’t posting photos on Weibo for business, she was honing her acting skills.

In all her years in the industry, she had never been “blacklisted” or hated.

However, since inhabiting this body, she had experienced all the things she never got to try in her previous life: being cursed into the trending charts and being loathed by her peers.

Looking at the comments on the trending tags, Su Hua thought for a moment and then returned to the original owner’s main Weibo page.

Total posts: 5,896. Frequency: roughly two posts a day. Content: either food, travel, or selfies with various internet influencers.

Su Hua: “…”

This was the tenth time in five days she had looked at the original owner’s Weibo. Though it was still hard to look at, her mindset was much calmer now.

She had come to terms with it. Since she was here and in the body of someone with the same name, God must have sent her here for a mission.

After waiting five days for a divine sign, she had instead received a survival show from her manager. Su Hua decided to treat this as her first mission.

The original owner hadn’t had a gig in over six months. This show was her first job of the year; she couldn’t afford to screw it up.

Looking at those posts on the original owner’s Weibo, she began deleting them one by one.

The “anti-fans” who were constantly monitoring her noticed immediately and began shouting on Weibo.

[Su Hua, are you deleting posts because you have a guilty conscience?]

[You cheated on Film Queen Fu during your marriage, and now you want to delete the evidence of you hanging out with these influencers? No way, we’ve already taken screenshots!]

[Everyone come look! A certain scum Omega is deleting her Weibo posts!]

Su Hua was unaware of the online commotion. She remained focused on deleting them one by one. By the time she had cleared over a hundred, her fingers were stiff, and she regretted sending Xiao Dong away.

Just then, her manager called. She answered, “Sister Qing.”

“Su Hua, what kind of trouble are you stirring up now?!” On the other end, the manager sounded like she was about to explode. Without giving Su Hua a chance to speak, she snapped, “Leave the Weibo alone! The company will handle it. You are forbidden from logging in again. Just stay home.” She was about to hang up.

Su Hua quickly said, “Wait.”

“What now?”

“Do you want to take over my Weibo?”

In the past, Su Hua had controlled this account herself. Every time the company tried to take over, she had flatly refused. Sister Qing assumed she was refusing again and said coldly, “The company has the right to manage your account. Su Hua, you need to think clearly, right now you—”

“No, I mean, if you take over my Weibo, could I trouble you with something?” Su Hua interrupted.

“What is it?” The manager followed her lead, but just as she was about to say Su Hua wasn’t in a position to make demands, the voice on the other end spoke:

“Can you help me delete the posts?”

Sister Qing: “…?”

Su Hua said, “Only keep the important stuff like past endorsements or significant reposts. Delete everything else for me.”

Sister Qing’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, sure.”

This was a first for Sister Qing. The woman who couldn’t be persuaded to delete a single post was now asking to wipe the slate clean. It felt eerie.

“Are you trying to pull some kind of stunt again?” Traumatized by Su Hua’s past behavior, Sister Qing asked reflexively.

The company’s PR team couldn’t even keep up with this woman’s ability to cause trouble; Sister Qing had to be on guard.

“No,” Su Hua said honestly. “I just want to turn over a new leaf.”

Sister Qing’s first reaction was that this was a fairy tale; her second was that Su Hua was definitely up to something. Thinking about the show in three days, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Come to the company first. While there’s still time, I’ll have the dance instructor train you for a few days.”

Su Hua wanted to say she already knew how to dance, but remembering the original owner was tone-deaf and uncoordinated, she swallowed her words. If she refused now, the manager would definitely think her “turning over a new leaf” talk was total bullshit.

“Fine,” she replied concisely.

Xiao Dong, having been turned back halfway by a call from Sister Qing, knocked on the door. “Sister Su Su.”

Su Hua packed up briefly. Although the original owner’s acting and character were poor, her skin was excellent—young and full of collagen.

Even though she was an eighteenth-tier artist and few people would recognize her on the street, her other identity was a magnet for trouble: the wife of Film Queen Fu.

Though they were divorced now, the label of “Film Queen Fu’s Ex-Wife” was one she couldn’t just peel off.

The car soon reached the company parking lot. Su Hua opened the door and got out. Just as she entered the elevator, two other people walked in. They were artists from the same company. Upon seeing her, one woman looked shocked, then sneered, “Oh, look who it is. Isn’t this the human trash Su Hua who cheated on Film Queen Fu?”

Su Hua had seen plenty of disdain from colleagues on Weibo lately, but this was her first time experiencing it in person.

She had wanted to see how the original owner handled such situations, but when she saw the memories of the original owner pulling hair and throwing tantrums, Su Hua shuddered. She couldn’t bring herself to do that.

The female artist who had just spoken suddenly realized that the person in front of her was someone who dared to publicly rip hair and slap faces. Panicking, she went into full defensive mode, watching Su Hua warily.

But until the elevator reached the 15th floor, the woman opposite her didn’t move. She stared straight ahead, as if she hadn’t heard a single word of the mockery.

As Su Hua and her assistant walked out, the artist and her own assistant exchanged bewildered glances. Was that really Su Hua? Could they have mistaken her for someone else?