Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 17

Qin Jue also believed Lin Yuebai must hate her to the core right now.

She barged into Lin Yuebai’s livestream like a disruptor, lifting her chin with undeniable authority, her fingers lingering over the bite mark on Lin Yuebai’s neck.

Suppressing the helplessness in her eyes, Qin Jue melted the translucent gel-like ointment onto the reddened mark on Lin Yuebai’s neck.

The livestream camera faithfully captured it all.

In the room where only the two of them remained, Lin Yuebai’s breathing suddenly grew rapid.

The fingers caressing her neck felt unusually gentle—too gentle, even—tinged with a faint, teasing itch.

Lin Yuebai turned her head away, unwilling to glance at the barrage of comments flashing across the screen. Her phone vibrated incessantly beside her, a clear sign of her manager’s unraveling composure.

In the livestream:

“Holy sh1t, who is this sister? Her fingers are gorgeous.”

“Ahhhhhhh! Even with that red manicure, the edges are so neatly trimmed—I’m totally obsessed!”

“This is practically dom-level behavior…”

“This sister’s gaze is so tender, is she our Yuebai’s friend?”

“Must be a friend. Otherwise, how would she have a keycard to Yuebai’s hotel room?”

“Hey, bestie! Look, our Yuebai got bullied on set, and no one even cared about the bruise on her neck… qaq”

Lin Yuebai’s phone buzzed relentlessly as Zhuang Lan sent a string of question marks.

Zhuang Lan: How could you let President Qin in???!

Zhuang Lan: Don’t forget you’re live!

Zhuang Lan: AHHHHHHH, tell her to tone it down! Applying ointment is enough—anything more and the stream will get banned.

Zhuang Lan: Should I come rescue you?

Zhuang Lan: Never mind, just endure it. Only 10 minutes left until the stream ends.

Zhuang Lan: Stay safe. Contact me if anything happens.

Lin Yuebai’s chin remained tilted high, her gaze averted. Messages from her manager kept flooding her phone.

She couldn’t read a single word—all her senses were concentrated on the hand touching her neck.

So domineering, so unquestionable, yet the pressure of its touch was featherlight.

Lin Yuebai’s lashes fluttered like butterfly wings until the ointment fully covered the mark on her neck, finally releasing her.

Lin Yuebai’s voice came out hoarse. “Thank you.”

Qin Jue leaned against the small desk, pulling out a tissue to wipe the melted, watery ointment from her fingertips. Her movements were delicate, but under the dim lighting, her eyes were unreadable.

“Still streaming this late?”

The system had assigned Qin Jue a task—to stay in the livestream for a set duration.

Inside Qin Jue’s mind, the system flailed dramatically. “This is how you infiltrate the protagonist’s life, make her uncomfortable! See how she’s keeping her head down, not speaking? She’s definitely furious with you.”

Qin Jue mentally silenced the system’s incessant chatter.

Lin Yuebai: “Mm…”

She didn’t dare lift her head. Her ears and cheeks were burning red. If anyone noticed, it would spark another media frenzy, and she didn’t want to burden her manager further.

Her neck was scorching. Her face was scorching. If it were anyone else, Lin Yuebai would’ve suspected they’d laced the ointment with something intoxicating.

But Qin Jue had no reason to. In fact, Qin Jue could do anything to her, and it would be justified. This gentle application of medicine, however, was the anomaly.

Before the camera, Qin Jue raised her eyebrows slightly. She picked up a signed poster scattered on the bed with two fingers. The woman on the poster gazed at the lens with a golden tube of lipstick held vertically before her crimson lips. Her black dress exuded an exceptionally elegant aura, yet her peach blossom eyes transformed that solemn grace into a flirtatious glance.

Like a nun tightly wrapped in modest clothing, secretly handing a red rose to her beloved in the dead of night.

In the lower right corner of the poster was Lin Yuebai’s golden signature.

“A limited edition signed poster?”

Qin Jue tapped her fingers against the poster, producing a rustling paper sound.

Lin Yuebai nodded obediently, “Yes, it’s being given away through lucky draws on Weibo and the official lipstick flagship store.”

The live chat instantly flooded with screams of “Aaaaaah!”

“What kind of beautiful friendship is this Q&A?”

“Lin Yuebai looks so docile, lowering her head like a well-behaved student called on by the teacher.”

“Is this ‘friend’ of yours… proper?”

“Anyway, my friends wouldn’t lift my chin to apply medicine—they’d just throw the ointment at me and tell me to deal with it myself.”

“Dealing with it yourself sounds even more… fans self”

“Hey upstairs, this is a live stream, not the uncensored zone. Wipe your drool, thanks.”

“I don’t care about this friend business—I just want that signed poster!!! Printed signatures can’t compare to the real deal!”

Lin Yuebai’s gaze remained fixed on the poster suspended mid-air. Suddenly her throat felt unbearably dry, unable to produce a single syllable. Given Qin Jue’s status, she had no reason to join the livestream to boost Lin’s popularity, nor any need to personally apply medicine without taking things further.

Lin Yuebai noticed Qin Jue’s gentle expression as she examined the poster—no mockery or teasing, just genuine appreciation.

This tender side of Qin Jue shattered Lin’s previous perceptions, yet somehow felt intrinsically right.

“Nice poster. Nice signature too. I’ll take this one—hope your fans won’t accuse me of rigging the draw.”

Qin Jue rolled the poster into a cylinder, casually tied it with a ribbon into a bow, then spun it around her finger with a flourish.

“Miss Spokesmodel, since I didn’t buy the lipstick… could I get a signed poster?”

Lin Yuebai froze on the bed, blinking in confusion as fireworks seemed to explode in her ears. After a few seconds, she nodded vigorously.

“I can sign more—as many as you want…”

The young star’s eyes were too clear, her demeanor too artless, making even Qin Jue reluctant to tease her further.

System: “The protagonist’s face is red—must be from anger! Having her hard-signed poster snatched by the villain? She’s definitely plotting revenge now!”

From the system’s perspective, with one of the fair-draw posters now taken by the antagonist right during a public livestream, outrage over “rigged fairness” was inevitable.

Yet after Qin Jue left with the poster, the live chat went wild:

“…Did anyone screen-record that finger-spinning move just now?”

“AAAAAHHHH those fingers were so straight! The slightly prominent knuckles look so kissable, and those faintly visible veins on the back of her hand that pulsed when she gripped the poster—this is a gourmet feast for the eyes!”

“So… there’s really one less poster in the draw now?”

“No, Lin Yuebai just said she wanted to sign a few more posters to put inside, and I immediately clutched my chest.”

“Hey, don’t cause trouble, okay? As punishment, use that hand to touch my chin.”

Lin Yuebai held the marker pen, hesitating to continue signing. She thought if she’d known earlier that one of these posters would be taken by Qin Jue, she should have marked it or drawn a little butterfly on it.

To make the poster Qin Jue took different from all the others.

……

The smug system whined that the task was complete, and they could move on to the next phase.

With some days left before the next plot development, Qin Jue returned to her room and casually flipped through the production team’s account books.

Besides being the producer, she also served as an investor, having made some investments using the original owner’s resources. Now it was time to reap the rewards.

Bored, Qin Jue browsed through the crew’s financial expenditures and noticed something was off.

The production’s spending seemed excessively high.

The system chattered incessantly: “I detected the protagonist zoning out during the livestream. She must be thinking about how to kill you right now.”

Qin Jue: “.”