Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 2

The system screamed in her mind: “In the original novel, the antagonist didn’t let Lin Yuebai inside!!!”

Qin Jue replied internally: “Relax. Compared to leaving her out in the rain, letting her in makes it much easier to create hardships for her.”

The system hesitated: “Really?”

It was still a newly born system, unfamiliar with the cunning loopholes in human language.

Lin Yuebai looked up and met the face that should have been utterly detestable.

Qin Jue raised the warm glass of milk in her hand.

“Sorry, I was just showering and didn’t notice anyone at the door.”

She took a towel from the cabinet and draped it over Lin Yuebai’s shoulders.

“Come in.”

Dazed, Lin Yuebai wrapped herself in the towel and began shivering in the warmth of the room.

She numbly sat on the sofa, the surrounding heat quickly enveloping her. Instinctively, she curled her reddened, frozen fingers and toes.

Looking up, the dazzling crystal chandelier cast its glow onto the plush carpet, exuding an expensive sheen. A wet stain had formed on the lambskin sofa where she sat, and she hurriedly wiped it with the towel.

Her gaze wandered through the opulent surroundings as her body trembled from the cold.

So… President Qin really let her in?

A cup of perfectly warmed milk was pressed into her hands, the heat of the glass startling her chilled palms.

“Thank you.”

Her voice was hoarse, fragile like a crystal ornament that might shatter at a touch. Her lips, which should have been cherry-blossom pink, were now an unnatural flushed red.

While Lin Yuebai discreetly observed Qin Jue, the latter was also studying her.

The original novel had lavished praise on the protagonist, describing her as peerless—purer than the first snow of early winter, more resilient than the cypress standing atop a mountain peak.

But now, Qin Jue only saw a shivering little girl.

A little girl who was quietly drinking the milk she had handed her.

“President Qin, I— cough— cough—”

Lin Yuebai tried to speak, but a sudden itch in her throat sent her doubling over in violent, gut-wrenching coughs, as if she might hack up pieces of her lungs.

“Sorry, I— cough—”

The coughing didn’t stop, her face flushing with humiliation and exertion.

Damn this body.

How could she not know? She was practically throwing herself at someone’s mercy.

Standing outside in the rain, begging to be exploited—so lowly, so willing to trample her own dignity underfoot, all for the hope that those in power might spare her a few crumbs from their table.

The longer she coughed, the colder her heart grew.

She mocked herself inwardly—President Qin probably regretted letting her in now.

A soft sigh came from above her. A dry, gentle towel brushed against her cheeks before being draped over her dripping hair…

That sigh held no mockery, no scorn.

Qin Jue pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, is this the family doctor? Could you come over? I have someone here who—”

Lin Yuebai’s heart pounded violently.

What did Qin Jue mean by this?

Did she think she was dirty? Was the doctor coming to inspect her?

It wasn’t surprising that Lin Yuebai’s thoughts spiraled—Qin Jue’s reputation wasn’t exactly spotless.

She wanted to explain that she was clean, but her lips parted without words. Instead, she clung to the warm milk, taking small, greedy sips.

She caught a faint whiff of agarwood and roses from Qin Jue’s scent.

It smelled lovely.

The system detected Lin Yuebai’s emotional fluctuations and set off fireworks in the host’s mind,

“Host, you’re amazing! Lin Yuebai is having emotional fluctuations! She’ll definitely remember today’s humiliation and turn it into motivation to strive!”

Qin Jue didn’t notice the poor girl’s inner turmoil.

“I have a sister here who caught a chill and might have a slight fever. Please come as soon as possible.”

Lin Yuebai suddenly looked up at the voice from above, meeting Qin Jue’s gentle, smiling eyes.

Qin Jue sighed inwardly. Look how pitiful our protagonist has been bullied.

She leaned half against the sofa, her collar slightly open from the movement, revealing a stretch of fair skin. Still groggy from last night’s drinking, her temples throbbed with pain.

Qin Jue had no intention of being a villain who would inevitably face revenge.

Seeing the doctor arrive soon after, she turned and went upstairs to change into pajamas. By the time she came back down, the doctor was already examining Lin Yuebai.

The Qin family’s private doctor kept his head down, silently writing a medical report for the young celebrity.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was probably the same Lin Yuebai who had caused such a stir on Weibo.

She looked fair and beautiful, but her body was completely drained. It was a miracle she was still conscious.

Qin Jue crossed her left leg over her right, lazily reclining on the sofa as she scrolled through the comments on Weibo.

The original owner wasn’t close to her family—her mother had died young, and though her father hadn’t remarried, he had many mistresses outside.

Fortunately, her mother had left her a substantial inheritance, including shares in several investment companies, one of which happened to be an entertainment firm she was currently investing in.

Qin Jue beckoned. “Come here, let me take a look at you.”

One hand still scrolling through online gossip, she casually waved the other in the air, summoning the young celebrity over.

Lin Yuebai’s face paled before she stiffly stepped in front of President Qin.

“President Qin, I—”

She wasn’t coughing anymore, and the family doctor nearby, accustomed to such scenes, stood obediently to the side.

Qin Jue patted the narrow single-seater sofa beside her. “Come here.”

Her gaze shifted from her phone screen to the scratches on Lin Yuebai’s thighs—marks from scraping against the steps at her doorstep.

Lin Yuebai clutched her damp skirt, revealing fair thighs marred by a shocking red abrasion.

The towel wrapped around her waist shielded the view from the family doctor behind her.

The broken skin of the abrasion oozed tiny beads of bl00d, glinting sharply under the crystal chandelier.

The dark red droplets gathered into a thin line, trickling down her thigh.

The stark contrast against her pale skin was striking.

The surrounding skin was red and swollen, making her look like a crumpled doll.

Lin Yuebai had trained in dance since childhood, enduring long hours of rigorous practice, leaving her legs long and toned—undoubtedly pleasant to the touch.

She bit her lip instinctively, knowing full well what awaited her.

A flicker of resignation and despair flashed in her eyes.

She still held the cup of long-cold milk in her hands.

The System: “In the original novel, the antagonist deliberately aggravated Lin Yuebai’s wounds to torment her, making her suffer and causing her to collapse on stage from exhaustion. You could move this scene forward.”

The System noticed that although the host’s expression was gentle, her efficiency was high—clearly, she was cut out to be a villain.

“You’d better listen to me and complete the mission, or else… or else I’ll shock you!”

Qin Jue recalled that the novel did describe the wounds—how the antagonist poured red wine over Lin Yuebai’s injuries, reveling in her trembling.

Given the System’s level of idiocy, as long as she roughly followed the plot, it should be fine, right?

Qin Jue’s gaze briefly swept over Lin Yuebai’s thigh before she retrieved a cooling ointment and iodine from the drawer, following her memory.

Qin Jue: “How is her condition?”

The family doctor behind her lowered her head, avoiding what shouldn’t be seen, silently pitying Miss Lin.

Few outside knew that this young CEO Qin had a penchant for tormenting others—the more bl00d she saw, the more excited she became, unable to resist inflicting pain.

Thinking of the hefty salary the Qin family provided, the doctor steadied her voice and said:

“Aside from a low-grade fever and cold, the patient has severe gastrointestinal issues based on past records—clear signs of gastritis and some intestinal dysfunction. Combined with long-term irregular eating habits, she’s now slightly malnourished.”

There wasn’t much she could do. She only hoped that CEO Qin would spare Lin Yuebai today, given her poor health.

Anything beyond that wasn’t for a family doctor to interfere with.

“Understood. Prepare a medical report for me.”

The doctor relaxed slightly and turned to her work.

Qin Jue’s voice was calm but firm: “Lift the hem of your skirt.”

She didn’t want the radiant protagonist from the novel to have a scar on her leg.

While reading the story, she had admired Lin Yuebai’s resilience and was relieved the author hadn’t randomly paired her with anyone.

If she treated Lin Yuebai well, maybe she wouldn’t hold a grudge once she grew stronger?

Qin Jue dipped a cotton swab in iodine, her movements so gentle it was as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

When the swab touched the reddened abrasion on Lin Yuebai’s thigh, her body tensed, her fingers clutching the skirt trembling slightly.

“Don’t move.”

The investor wrapped an arm around Lin Yuebai’s waist, holding her in place as she tried to pull away.

The skirt was tugged higher, the white lace at the top of her stockings peeking through.

Lin Yuebai’s lips quivered, her teeth instinctively biting her lower lip.

What kind of game was this now?!

A flash of humiliation and weariness crossed Lin Yuebai’s eyes. CEO Qin didn’t usually play the forceful type—was she going for tenderness today?

Each swipe of the iodine swab felt like a dull knife scraping her skin.

Did Qin Jue enjoy seeing her endure the pain?

She was no saint, so why put on this gentle act for show!

Yet despite it all, Lin Yuebai didn’t flee.

Qin Jue meticulously disinfected the wound, applying iodine before unscrewing the ointment. She dabbed a bit of the transparent gel onto paper and spread it evenly over the injury.

With most of the light blocked by the figure in front of her, Qin Jue had to lean closer to inspect the wound.

The trembling of the thigh muscles became even more pronounced.

Lin Yuebai suppressed the trembling in her legs, her body swaying slightly despite her efforts.

“Stop, that’s enough. Really, enough.”

The cool ointment spread over her burning thighs, creating a strange mix of itchiness, numbness, and icy discomfort.

It felt like another form of torture.

Qin Jue: “Don’t move. I remember this ointment isn’t supposed to sting.”

How could a protagonist who had endured so many hardships be this delicate?

After slathering a thick layer of the transparent ointment over the wound, Qin Jue let out a long sigh.

She didn’t want to be electrocuted by the system, nor did she want to end up like in the original story—kneeling on the ground, getting slapped by a pretty girl, and then inexplicably dying in a car accident.

“Go change your clothes. Tonight, you can sleep in any empty room on the second floor.”

Qin Jue didn’t look at Lin Yuebai, instead accepting the medical report handed to her by the family doctor. She snapped a photo and posted it on Weibo.

Before treating Lin Yuebai’s injuries, she had already arranged for all the malicious trending topics about her to be taken down.

She was also considering replacing Lin Yuebai’s manager.

# Lin Yuebai’s Medical Report #

@Starlight Entertainment: “Recently, there have been inappropriate speculations and false statements circulating online regarding Lin Yuebai’s condition during the program… Lin Yuebai has long suffered from chronic stomach issues. The prolonged work stress and irregular lifestyle have severely affected her gastric health. Due to missed meals during work, her bl00d sugar dropped drastically, leading to her collapse. We ask for your understanding.”

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The photos showed several pages of medical reports.

Qin Jue instructed the legal department to monitor all accounts spreading defamatory content online. Each one would receive a lawyer’s letter—they could settle it in court.

Lin Yuebai knew nothing about this. She stood unsteadily before the indifferent investor, clutching her skirt.

She thought of the decade of hard work now wasted, the searing pain in her stomach, the sudden disbandment of her team, and the TV series that had been shelved indefinitely.

She knew what the other party wanted.

“President Qin,” Lin Yuebai swallowed her humiliation and resentment, bending down to take Qin Jue’s hand and placing it against the scorching skin of her inner thigh.

“About the rumors online… I’ll trouble you to handle it. I… I’ll do anything.”

She thought she had hidden her shame well, but it was painfully obvious.

The system cheered in Qin Jue’s mind, throwing confetti: “Host, you’re doing great!”

As for the Weibo clarification—that wasn’t part of the system’s constraints.