My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back

Just as Xie Yi was about to push the door open.

“Slap!” A crisp smack resounded.

The blonde girl looked obedient and pretty, but her strike was fatally swift, evidently trained.

The slap not only stunned Qin Minjin but also everyone else in the conference room.

Qin Minjin was left in shock, her hair disheveled, mouth agape, gasping for air, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the girl: “You, you…”

Xu Xining smiled charmingly, her soft blonde hair swaying in front of her, regretfully saying, “Although I’m just an intern, you’re different, Qin Minjin, you are a breathtaking-thief!”

Her voice sharp at the end, she kicked Qin Minjin and her chair over, grabbed a folder, and slammed it against Qin’s face.

This action woke everyone in the room, who reacted with a loud uproar, rushing to help the fallen and restrain the aggressor.

Did they really think she was an easy target?

Dream on if you think she’ll suffer humiliation!

At thirteen, she was bullied and, like a little madwoman, wielded a chair, chasing and smashing another girl’s head until it bled.

The homeroom teacher, infuriated, called the parents, scolding both Old Xu and Xu Xining severely.

After all, she had cracked someone’s head open. Old Xu repeatedly promised to discipline his daughter properly and even paid for the girl’s medical expenses.

On the way home, Old Xu asked her about the incident, and a disheartened Xu Xining told him everything.

She intended to take full responsibility, but her actions also got Old Xu scolded, making her feel unusually downhearted.

To her surprise, after hearing everything, Old Xu burst out laughing: “I never thought those karate classes would go to waste, but remember, before you start a war, weigh the enemy’s strength. Only fight those you can beat, if not, call your dad to help.”

Xu Xining looked up at Old Xu, bewildered, thinking, Please, you’re supposed to be a university professor, how can you say things like this?

The twilight campus was covered with quiet yellow leaves, as Old Xu, bending down, looked into her eyes seriously: “This world is full of injustices, but I forbid any to befall you. I brought you into this world, not to suffer.”

Xu Xining scratched her face, “But the books say that solving problems with violence ends with losing everything…”

Old Xu laughed heartily, ruffling her hair: “How could you end up with nothing? You’ll always have your dad!”

…

Qin Minjin, utterly humiliated, crawled out from under the overturned chair, her hair a mess, angrily cursing: “Xu Xining, how dare you hit people! Just you wait! What the hell are you all doing stopping me?!” She shoved the people around her, yelling, “Get out of the way!”

The other interns, long fed up with her, now rallied.

They pretended to break up the fight but only restrained Qin Minjin, not Xu Xining, clearly taking sides.

Xu Xining dusted off her pristine blouse, smiling, “I might as well resign now. Since the editor-in-chief is in cahoots with you, I’m going straight to the general manager. I won’t rest until I have justice… What can I do, being a thoughtless student, unlike your grand achievement of stealing articles from interns over fifteen years?”

Qin Minjin pointed at her, furious, “Just try it! With your internship starting like this, and you resorting to violence, with such a tainted record, no company will ever hire you!”

Xu Xining stopped halfway, turned back with a smile, and slowly said, “Wow… I am so scared.”

Two colleagues burst into laughter, quickly stifling it, exchanging looks that conveyed both amazement and envy.

Xu Xining truly embodied what they all aspired yet dared not be.

Xie Yi stood under the wisteria, a wry smile shaking his head.

He was still worried about Xu Xining being mistreated, but she didn’t even give him a chance to intervene.

Xu Xining was truly fearless. From afar, she might appear like a delicately nurtured rose dewy with moisture, but anyone daring to pluck her would only find themselves bloodied by thorns.

He hadn’t expected Qin Minjin to target Xu Xining so viciously after their breakup.

But who could foresee that Xie Yi would be the one dumped?

Xie Yi chuckled, squinting at the retreating figure of Xu Xining as the sunlight filtered through the cascading wisteria, casting mottled shadows on him.

This wouldn’t do.

Not only would his next interview be for Xu Xining, but all his interviews would be for her, whatever Xu Xining desired, he would provide.

He needed to find a way to let the world know about the person Xie Yi loved.

But before that, he wanted Qin Minjin to pay a price.

Xie Yi pulled out his phone, casually dialed a number, looking up with a smile, “Got a moment to help me out again?… Brother?”

Qin Minjin was on the brink of madness!

She had never encountered someone so arrogantly outrageous as Xu Xining!

With all previous interns, she practiced a doctrine of appropriation, taking what she wanted, everyone else merely submitting silently; no one dared to defy her, let alone slap her!

Qin Minjin, teetering in her high heels, ranted into the phone to her editor uncle, “I don’t care what skills she has, what contributions she’s made, I want her fired now, immediately, today! I want her résumé to carry this indelible stain…”

The voice on the other end of the phone was still buzzing, but Qin Minjin froze: “Xie Yi? No, no, who are you?”

Standing in the middle of the road was a tall, slender man, hands in his pockets, his face strikingly similar to Xie Yi’s, yet his aura completely different.

His demeanor was noble and aloof, dressed impeccably in a white coat, his shirt buttoned up to his neck.

If Xie Yi was the flamboyant summer, then he was the restrained, ascetic winter, every line of his figure exuding a cold, solemn air.

Except for his eyes.

Those upward-slanting, peach-blossom eyes with a tiny mole at the corner, carrying a hint of a smile, his irresistibly addictive charm fatally flowing from those eyes.

He spoke softly, “Could you tell me the time?”

The man casually pulled out a golden pocket watch, letting it click open, dangling from his slender fingers.

Qin Minjin involuntarily looked, seeing the intricately detailed face with its several hands ticking in different rhythms.

Tick, tick, tick.

Suddenly, Qin Minjin’s eyes went blank, as if her soul had fled.

The man spoke unhurriedly: “Qin Minjin, you are a thief who steals others’ articles. All your achievements to date do not belong to you. When you see others, you will loudly repeat your wrongdoings until everyone hears.”

-A gifted hypnotist, capable of seeing and rewriting others’ psyches.

Qin Minjin numbly repeated, “When I see others, I will loudly repeat my wrongdoings… until everyone hears.”

“Very good, very obedient.” The man smiled, snapped his fingers in front of her, pocketed the watch, and brushed past her.

The wind lifted his snow-white coat tails, his voice like melting ice water.

“Now, you can leave.”

“And then, forget me.”

When Xu Xining slapped her, she was ready to be fired, even forsaking her internship salary, taking her water bottle, pillow, and a succulent that had died two months ago as she left.

With her bylined report stolen, wasn’t she entitled to seek revenge?

But the turn of events was completely unexpected.

First, the chairman of Pianyu Media issued a directive condemning workplace bullying, ordering Qin Minjin and her uncle, the editor-in-chief, to pack up and leave.

Feeling she had both merits and hard work on her side, plus being scolded by her uncle, Qin Minjin went to plead with the chairman, but as soon as she spoke, it was “Please give me another chance, after all, I am a thief who stole someone else’s articles, I owe Xu Xining an apology, and all the good reports I hold were written by interns.”

The chairman: “…”

Maybe listen to what you’re saying?

Qin Minjin: “No no no, what I meant to say, my bachelor’s degree is actually fake, my uncle pulled strings to make me an editor, he also took bribes during bidding opportunities, over the years he’s pocketed at least a couple hundred thousand.”

Uncle: “??? You what?!?”

Qin Minjin went insane! Killing herself and then her uncle! What a spectacular act of righteousness!

Unable to control her tongue, she furiously slapped herself.

But slapping herself was useless, she stumbled to the news department, raising her hands high, shouting, “I’m a thief! I stole Xu Xining’s article!!!”

Boy, the fervor, the volume, it was as resounding as Nietzsche proclaiming “God is dead”!

To ensure no one missed it in the restroom, Qin Minjin dashed there, loudly broadcasting her crimes outside the restroom.

Worried the men inside might not hear, she stood at the men’s restroom, sticking her head in and screaming, scaring the men into a stampede toward the stalls like shy maidens clutching their groins.

She even knocked on each stall door, shouting, “Did you hear that? Did you hear that?!”

The men on the toilets nearly cried out in terror, clutching their belts and screaming, “I heard it! I heard it! Somebody save me!!!”

Eventually, Qin Minjin was taken away as a deranged lunatic by security.

Everyone in the building crowded at the windows to watch the drama as she and her uncle pointed fingers and jumped up and down in rage.

But what good did it do?

Under the influence of hypnosis, she would confess all her misdeeds, and changing companies wouldn’t make a difference.

The stain she intended for Xu Xining’s résumé ultimately marred her own.

Xu Xining wasn’t there, she learned of the events from Yu Yuanyuan’s account, and honestly, she didn’t believe it: “I know you want to comfort me, but please, make up a believable story.”

However, a week later, completely giving up on work, Xu Xining was shocked to find her internship salary credited as usual for the month, plus a thirty thousand yuan bonus-for the “Unveiling the Mystery of Bailu Bridge Cave” series.

And at the same time, all platforms of Pianyu Media headlined with an apology for the misattribution of the report.

You know, Xu Xining was just an ordinary intern, and it was nearly impossible for a media to destroy its own image for her, especially occupying such a significant portion of the headline news and traffic.

Xu Xining felt like she was dreaming.

The news, incredibly, had been reclaimed.

The next day, Xu Xining received a call from Rong Kaifu, the chairman of Pianyu Media himself.

“Miss Xu, I’m calling to apologize,” he said, sounding exceptionally polite, almost reverent. “I hope the 24-hour public apology yesterday conveyed my sincerity.”

Xu Xining, ever easygoing, replied, “No, no, you’re too kind. I’m the one who should feel embarrassed.”

Even if she were a once-in-a-generation genius, it didn’t seem necessary to go to such lengths to retain her.

Chairman Rong, if you’re being held hostage, just blink.

Following the call, Rong Kaifu personally sent her a formal job offer. The salary was enticing, the benefits were astonishing, leaving one in awe.

Xu Xining hesitated for a moment before she couldn’t help but ask, “Chairman Rong, to be honest, did Xie Yi come to see you?”

Rong Kaifu’s reaction seemed genuine, “Xie Yi? You mean the Magician? Why would he come to see me?”

Xu Xining hung up the phone, filled with suspicion.

Not Xie Yi? Then who could it be?

Rong Kaifu put down the phone and, with a respectful and apologetic tone, asked, “Is this handling acceptable to you, Chairman Chang?”

Pianyu Media is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Xinghe Cultural Media, and Chairman Chang is the chairman of Xinghe Cultural Media.

Rong Kaifu usually only sees this unattainable president at annual meetings… and even then, he sits in a corner.

Chairman Chang turned to the man beside him, bowing even more respectfully than Rong Kaifu, “President Wen, what do you think?”

The man referred to as President Wen had golden hair and blue eyes, his gaze lowered, wearing a long, deep brown British-style coat, with a white glove covering his left hand.

As a person in power, he was almost too strikingly handsome, yet his demeanor was understated, with only a pair of glasses and a pocket watch as accessories.

Wen Nansen raised his eyes at the sound, exuding an aura of composed authority, yet his tone was gentle, “Thank you for your trouble.”

Xinghe Cultural Media is a subsidiary of Tianmu Group, a commercial empire that has rapidly risen over the past thirty years, nearly monopolizing all internet businesses.

And Wen Nansen… is a major shareholder of Tianmu Group, who had never appeared before.

Chairman Chang had heard of him, a founding investor with assets worth billions, but he never participated in decision-making or even showed up.

He seemed unconcerned about his annual revenue of hundreds of billions, much like a wealthy person who forgets about the cars gathering dust in their garage…

This was the first time Chairman Chang had seen the legendary Wen Nansen in his twenty years in office, and because he looked so young, Chairman Chang initially thought he was a charming fraud.

…

Who would have thought he would personally visit a subsidiary of a subsidiary just for an intern?!

Isn’t that a bit too outrageous?

It’s like you copied your deskmate’s homework yesterday, and the next day, the head of the education bureau personally visits the school, with the principal and head teacher bowing and scraping beside him, and the class teacher doesn’t even get to speak.

Amidst the crowd, the head of the education bureau walks straight up to you, with a serious expression, “You owe your deskmate an apology.”

Using a cannon to shoot a mosquito isn’t even like this! I copied homework, not committed a crime!

This kind of handling makes it hard not to suspect that the deskmate is the head of the education bureau’s illegitimate child!

So Xu Xining is his illegitimate child, right?! That’s the only explanation, right?! If she’s an illegitimate child, why is she still interning?! The thoughts of the wealthy are truly unfathomable!

Wen Nansen spoke again, “I have one more request.”

The two immediately listened attentively.

After all, even if Wen Nansen said, “I want Pianyu Media to close down, and you two can go home and drink the northwest wind,” they would have to comply.

Wen Nansen smiled, “I want a position at Pianyu Media.”

Rong Kaifu breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s too easy, President Wen. May I ask who will be working here?”

Wen Nansen replied, “Me.”

Rong Kaifu: “…”

Chairman Chang: “…”

Hello?!

This is outrageous! The head of the education bureau wants to take the class leader’s position!

After Wen Nansen left, Chairman Chang slumped in his chair, wiping sweat, while Rong Kaifu quickly poured him some tea, “Do you think President Wen is here for an inspection? But why would he personally work here? What position should I give him?”

Chairman Chang, being an old hand, glanced at him lightly, “As long as he can be close to Xu Xining, it should be fine.”

He straightened up, lowered his voice, and asked, “That Xu Xining… what’s her background? What does she look like?”

Rong Kaifu quickly had the HR department bring over her file.

Xu Xining’s resume was displayed on the screen.

A senior in the journalism department at Wenjuan University, with a GPA of 3.8, divorced parents, former cheerleader, skilled in photography and karate.

Chairman Chang looked for a while, unable to discern anything special, and finally focused on the ID photo.

A two-inch blue background photo, the girl wearing a white shirt, her golden hair tied high, smiling brightly at the camera, making one involuntarily smile along.

Chairman Chang leaned back in his chair, lost in thought, and after a long time, remarked, “…Indeed, a beauty that leaves a lasting impression.”

After receiving the bonus, Xu Xining happily treated the Good Man to a meal and bought Old Xu a fishing rod.

Old Xu had recently become obsessed with fishing, claiming that ever since he fished with a fishing master, he had been catching fish as thick as his thigh.

Xu Xining laughed, “Well, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight lately; your thigh is almost as thin as my arm.”

Seeing Xu Xining doubt his skills, Old Xu insisted on inviting her and Zhan Xingye to the park for fishing over the weekend, teasing that she’d be pleasantly surprised to see the fishing master.

Xu Xining figured it was probably another uncle who had held her as a child and didn’t pay much attention.

Recently, the internship at Pianyu Media had been exceptionally relaxed. After taking down Qin Minjin and her uncle, she became a sensation within the company.

Chairman Rong Kaifu’s attitude towards her was nothing short of reverential, as if serving an empress dowager.

On her first day back at work, Rong Kaifu, like a little eunuch, inquired, “Xiao Xu, is there anything you’re dissatisfied with regarding your salary and benefits?” I can change it.

Xu Xining, puzzled, replied, “It’s quite good.”

“Xiao Xu, if there’s anything you’re unhappy with, please tell me directly, don’t keep it to yourself.” Especially not to President Wen.

Rong Kaifu’s face was filled with the kind of affection a grand steward would have for a prince, his face full of wrinkles blooming like a chrysanthemum.

Xu Xining gave him a curious look.

Rong Kaifu immediately reacted, wishing he could prove his sincerity, “I have no special intentions towards you, our company is clean and honest, and we strictly prohibit workplace misconduct.”

Xu Xining smiled, “Chairman Rong, you’re truly a good man.”

Receiving the compliment, Rong Kaifu anticipated that she might speak well of him to Wen Nansen, and happily followed her around like a large lackey, “Is there anything you like to eat?”

Xu Xining honestly replied, “I like Lemon Candy,” and even took one out to eat in front of him.

The next day, Chairman Rong ordered that the entire building’s break rooms be stocked with Strange brand Lemon Candy.

Then, throughout the day, the building echoed with retching, wailing, and cursing: “What the hell is this stuff!!!!”

Xu Xining laughed until she almost fainted.

Strange brand Lemon Candy is a super sour candy used for pranks and jokes.

The kind of sourness that hits you like seeing your idol and best friend being lovey-dovey right in front of you.

Xu Xining had been eating it since she was a child, utterly addicted, and would occasionally give it to people she liked, secretly watching their reactions.

The least interesting was Zhan Xingye. When Xu Xining gave him candy, he was just happy, not caring about the taste at all.

Sometimes Xu Xining thought that even if she squeezed an entire tube of wasabi into his mouth, Zhan Xingye would just obediently open his mouth, happy to be fed, and if he had a tail, it would probably be wagging furiously.

The most interesting was Wen Nansen.

At the time, Xu Xining was just a child, and she used the excuse “if you want to be my friend, you have to eat this candy” to shove it into Wen Nansen’s mouth.

As a result, she watched as those emerald green eyes turned slightly red, then welled up with tears, as if countless emotions were being forcibly suppressed.

Xu Xining: …

Oh no, he was brought to tears by the sourness.

Xu Xining quickly asked, “Are you okay? Are you really that afraid of sour things? Spit it out, okay, I admit not everyone likes this candy…”

What happened afterward, Xu Xining couldn’t remember, but she never gave Wen Nansen candy again.

In the distance, a woman holding a little girl with pigtails walked into the newsroom, looking around. After asking, a colleague stood up and pointed in Xu Xining’s direction, leading them over.

Seeing this, Xu Xining went up to them, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Are you… Miss Xu Xining?” The mother was surprised by her age and appearance, bringing the little girl forward, “My daughter Lily was playing by the river that night and got swept away by the tide. Fortunately, a kind person saved her. I wanted to thank this person in person and ask if you could publish a notice to find them.”

Xu Xining understood, “No problem. Do you have more detailed information?”

The mother took out a crayon drawing and handed it over, “This is what Lily drew of the kind person… Honestly, I can’t make much of it, but this is all she remembers.”

Several colleagues gathered around to look, unable to help but laugh, “This is a bit… abstract, isn’t it?”

“Why is he floating on the water and glowing?”

“Aren’t the colors too bold? Blonde hair and blue eyes.”

“Why are the eyes drawn in gold QvQ?”

…

The colleagues chattered away, but Xu Xining remained silent.

A colleague asked her, “What do you think?”

Xu Xining was stunned, “Well, I think I might know this person.”

“You can recognize that?” The colleague was shocked, “…This QvQ?”

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s not QvQ,” Xu Xining said, pointing at the drawing, “That’s a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a dangling glasses chain…”

“Ah!!!” Lily suddenly shouted.

She jumped up, pointing excitedly behind Xu Xining, “That’s him!”