Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 21

Lin Yuebai tugged at Qin Jue’s clothes, exposing half of her shoulder.

She didn’t dare meet Qin Jue’s gaze, afraid that if she looked too long, the other woman might pounce on her like a starving tiger and push her to the ground.

Qin Jue could tell Lin Yuebai wasn’t willing, but even if she forced the issue, the girl wouldn’t resist.

How pitiful.

Qin Jue bent down and poked the faint plumpness on Lin Yuebai’s cheek—a rare sign of health she had managed to nurture.

“You really don’t know anything, do you?”

In her mind, the system chimed, signaling the completion of a task. It cheered, praising Qin Jue as a natural-born villain who didn’t need to be taught how to bully someone.

Qin Jue was speechless. She remained silent.

Subjectively, she had no intention of humiliating Lin Yuebai. But watching a beauty bend down to undo her clothes was indeed a unique pleasure—one most people would never experience in their lifetime.

To Lin Yuebai, Qin Jue’s silence seemed like tacit approval. She closed her eyes briefly, then lifted her pale fingers to unbuckle the belt fastened above Qin Jue’s trousers.

Today, Qin Jue hadn’t forgotten the system’s task: make Lin Yuebai undress her. She spread her arms and glanced down at the girl struggling with the belt.

Qin Jue stood with her arms open, and Lin Yuebai, belatedly realizing, rose to her feet.

The crystal chandelier overhead was dazzlingly bright. To the side, a glass wall revealed not a cityscape but dense, overlapping forests—this was the city’s edge, where few ventured, ensuring no prying eyes could witness what happened behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Everything was eerily still.

In the distance, an owl hooted. A night heron hunched by the riverside, attempting to fish, only to be displaced by an opportunistic egret that seized the prime spot. The heron flapped its broad wings and retreated to a tree branch.

Qin Jue withdrew her gaze. She had stood with open arms for too long, waiting for Lin Yuebai to undress her, only to see the girl tilt her head in confusion—and then wrap her arms around Qin Jue in a tight hug.

Both the system and Qin Jue fell into stunned silence.

Lin Yuebai: ?

Wasn’t this what she wanted?

Qin Jue pressed her lips together. She wanted to laugh, but this wasn’t the time. Instead, she bit the tip of her tongue, using the faint pain to keep her expression neutral.

So cute.

Even cuter.

She really didn’t understand a thing.

The awkward tension made Lin Yuebai’s pale face flush crimson, her entire body radiating embarrassment.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly withdrew from the hug and bent down to resume undoing Qin Jue’s clothes.

“Sorry, I thought—”

“No need to apologize.”

The loose suit jacket slid to the floor. The high-quality fabric shimmered under the light, revealing intricate, classical patterns woven into what appeared to be plain black material.

At first glance, the design was refined and elegant, but upon closer inspection, the traditional motifs betrayed a hidden, almost provocative flair—outwardly proper, yet inwardly anything but.

Lin Yuebai suppressed the strange, complicated feelings in her heart. She was currently lost in thought, unwilling to face what was coming. She thought President Qin probably wasn’t as terrible as rumors suggested—at least not so bad that she’d be pinned to the bed and taken advantage of. Otherwise, she wouldn’t still be standing here unharmed.

In truth, Lin Yuebai wasn’t as afraid of Qin Jue anymore. While her rational mind screamed warnings, emotionally she felt Qin Jue wasn’t so bad after all.

But the next moment, as she knelt on one knee to remove Qin Jue’s socks, Lin Yuebai suddenly sensed something amiss. Beneath the tailored suit pants weren’t ankle socks, but sheer black stockings stretching all the way up.

Who wears stockings under suit pants?

Lin Yuebai’s shoulder suddenly bore weight. Startled, she looked up to see a trouser leg brush past her ear.

Qin Jue had placed one foot on her shoulder—not forcefully, just resting it there lightly. Through the sheer fabric, the faint pink of her heel was visible.

Lin Yuebai’s breath caught, her eyes widening with disbelief and a trace of alarm.

In Qin Jue’s mind, the system whistled like a tornado, making silly popping sounds that seemed rather foolish.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect! Look at the protagonist’s trembling pupils—she must be utterly shocked by your villainous behavior!”

Qin Jue was distracted, fiddling with a hard card in her hand—the payment card Lin Yuebai had just given her.

A card fluttered down onto the plush carpet before the kneeling Lin Yuebai, whose pale knees had turned slightly red from the position.

The bank card landing by her knee jolted Lin Yuebai’s dazed mind back to clarity.

“You can’t even serve someone properly. What are you good for?”

Qin Jue’s voice drifted over like a feather brushing against Lin Yuebai’s heart, leaving her skin tingling all over.

She truly didn’t know how—she never expected Qin Jue to wear stockings under suit pants. How bizarre. How utterly alluring.

Lin Yuebai quickly reined in her wandering thoughts. She watched Qin Jue walk into the bathroom, soon hearing the rush of water. Alone in the room, Lin Yuebai clenched the bank card tightly, but her gaze fell on the jasmine milk tea with moonlit pearls placed by the door.

Was Qin Jue drinking the milk tea she was about to endorse?

A complex, electrifying sensation prickled through Lin Yuebai. She hurried to the door and examined the drink—still over half full—then inconspicuously pressed her lips to the straw.

The ice hadn’t fully melted yet. The fragrant, slightly bitter jasmine tea blended seamlessly with the smooth milk, while coconut jelly added delightful texture.

Only thirty percent sweetness.

It really was delicious—even better than what her agent had bought her.

That night, after drying her hair, Qin Jue simply held Lin Yuebai and slept. Contrary to the system’s expectations of the protagonist lying awake fuming, Lin Yuebai fell asleep quickly.

Like a well-behaved white lion cat closing its eyes.

Filming progressed smoothly, wrapping up in under three months.

Resting in the simple makeup room, Lin Yuebai spread today’s script across her lap.

Zhuang Lan hurried over, brows furrowed deeply.

“The director said a guest actor is coming today. Guess who it is after what I’ve heard?”

Lin Yuebai’s heart clenched with sudden foreboding.

She clutched the script tightly in her hand, a blanket draped over her shoulders as she hurried out from indoors. From a distance, she could see Qin Jue leaning against a black sedan, one hand resting on the car door as he bent down to exchange quiet words and soft laughter with a woman inside the vehicle.

She wore a pair of moderately high heels, and from the subtle details, it was clear that beneath her loose suit pants were black stockings.

Lin Yuebai shook her head, dispelling the chaotic thoughts in her mind, then rose on tiptoe to see who was sitting in the black car.

It was Jing Xin…

The actress who had arrived late to the open auditions for Workplace Breakthrough and tried to pull strings to get in.

Alerted by the system, Qin Jue glanced up in Lin Yuebai’s direction and flashed her a roguish smile.