Stolen the Boss from My Ex's New Flame
Sui Xun
Shen Yuhuan, a minor actress on the fringes of fame, noticed her girlfriend of six months suddenly growing distant. At first, she didn't pay it much mind. But when Shen Yuhuan caught her girlfriend cozying up with a young idol in a hotel room, she felt as if an entire grassland had sprouted above her head. Shen Yuhuan: *Hmph.* Just trash—nothing lost in throwing it away. Unexpectedly, that young idol began flooding the media with hit pieces, relentlessly badmouthing and overshadowing Shen Yuhuan. Just as Shen Yuhuan was reaching her limit, she heard a rumor—the idol had a wealthy backer. And that backer, it seemed, was none other than CEO Jing Yuan, now sitting across from her, offering a contract. *"Thank you for your admiration, CEO Jing."* With a smile, Shen Yuhuan signed the contract, then grasped Jing Yuan’s fingertips: *"I heard you’re also in need of a fiancée. Do you think I’d be a good fit?"* Jing Yuan: *"?"* After joining Jingxin Entertainment, Shen Yuhuan seemed to unlock a sudden buff—brand deals poured in, film scripts awaited her choosing, and her career skyrocketed overnight, turning her into a sensation. Her cheating ex, stricken with regret, suddenly came crawling back, begging for reconciliation on set every day. Fed up, Shen Yuhuan stood at the entrance in full costume and told her to scram. The ex wept dramatically: *"Xiao Yu, I was wrong! It was just a fling—you’re the only one I love!"* Disgusted, Shen Yuhuan was about to snap when Jing Yuan appeared out of nowhere. Arm hooked possessively around Shen Yuhuan’s waist, the CEO—whose devastating beauty was matched only by her icy demeanor—growled: *"Stay away from my wife."* --- In Shencheng’s elite circles, everyone knew Jing Yuan—scion of the most powerful family, blessed with a face that could topple nations, yet living with monastic detachment, seemingly untouched by worldly desires. Rumors painted her as ruthless, decisively cutting ties without sentiment—an unmelting glacier of a woman. Still, countless suitors, men and women alike, attempted to scale this unapproachable peak, only to freeze at its base. When news broke of Jing Yuan’s marriage, the public reeled—who could it be? They dredged up every rumored childhood fling, even kindergarten *scandals*. No one suspected Shen Yuhuan. *"LMAO, just because they have a photo together, she thinks she can reach the Jings?"* *"That’s Shencheng’s top dynasty—not something a D-list celeb like her could ever cling to."* Then, after a viral poll pairing Jing Yuan with various "candidates," the perpetually silent CEO’s Weibo suddenly sprang to life: **Jing Yuan V**: *My wife* @Shen Yuhuan. *Stop provoking her—she’s hard to coax when angry.* --- **[Mini Theater]** On their second meeting, Shen Yuhuan boldly linked fingers with Jing Yuan to ask for her WeChat. From then on, she never stopped flirting: *"CEO Jing, what’s your type?"* *"Your lips look so kissable!"* *"Jing-jie, am I not pretty enough?"* When tabloids claimed the two had spent *three wild days* in a hotel—Shen Yuhuan so sore she had to be carried out—she nearly choked: *"We were rehearsing! And what ‘three days’?! This iceberg’s almost thirty with zero dating history—she’s probably frigid!"* Unbeknownst to her, Jing Yuan was right outside the door. Three days later, a thoroughly wrecked Shen Yuhuan whimpered for mercy. Jing Yuan, thumb grazing her swollen lips: *"Still think I’m frigid?"*