Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 25

Lin Yuebai lay motionless in the darkness, not daring to blink.

She felt a hand caressing her shoulder and waist.

At the hollow of her neck came the tingling sensation of kisses—something she had never experienced before in her life.

The heat beneath the covers was unbearable. Lin Yuebai was drenched in sweat, yet when she touched her skin, there was no trace of moisture. Her entire body felt like it was being cooked alive, leaving her staring blankly at the ceiling.

The repeated whispers of “good girl” in her ear only made her curl up even tighter, as if she might shrink into nothingness.

No one had ever called her “good girl” before.

Her parents had never used such an endearing term for her. She had only heard other parents affectionately address their children that way. But she wasn’t Qin Jue’s child—they didn’t even share that kind of intimate relationship. At most, they were bedmates.

And they hadn’t even done anything yet—strictly speaking, they weren’t even that.

“Good girl, you’re so tense. Relax, it’s late.”

Qin Jue’s voice was low and husky. Following the system’s instructions, she maintained as much physical contact with Lin Yuebai as possible, pressing her lips unhesitatingly along the curve of her neck—from her collarbone to the side of her throat—before finally placing a soothing kiss between her brows.

There was no teasing in the gesture, only deep tenderness.

It was late. The little one needed to sleep soon, or she wouldn’t have the energy for filming tomorrow.

Before transmigrating into this world, Qin Jue had never even been in a relationship, let alone shared a bed with someone. Yet, surprisingly, she quickly adjusted to Lin Yuebai’s unfamiliar breathing and soon drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

In contrast, Lin Yuebai lay awake nearly the entire night.

Was she asleep?

Lin Yuebai found herself wrapped in Qin Jue’s embrace, curled up like a frightened rabbit, her heart pounding so violently it seemed to hammer against her ribs.

Qin Jue held her tightly.

The air around them grew thick, suffocating. The woman beside her remained oblivious, her breath warm against the top of Lin Yuebai’s head.

The girl’s cheeks burned hotter and hotter, until it felt like a mushroom cloud might erupt from her head at any moment.

Fine beads of sweat formed at her temples, the heat unbearable. Perhaps the hotel room’s temperature was just right, because soon the sweat vanished. Listening to the steady breathing beside her, Lin Yuebai didn’t dare move a finger, frozen in this strange position.

It didn’t seem dangerous.

Qin Jue hadn’t been presumptuous, nor had her hands wandered where they shouldn’t.

Instead, Lin Yuebai worried that the frantic beating of her own heart might wake the woman beside her.

She lay there completely bare, her skin pressed against the soft sheets and Qin Jue’s silk pajamas.

Even in sleep, Qin Jue wasn’t entirely still. Her fingers occasionally brushed against the small of Lin Yuebai’s back, sending shivers through her body.

But it was just a touch—nothing more.

Lin Yuebai didn’t fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, her knees rubbing together restlessly as her mind swirled with chaotic thoughts.

The next morning, she woke in a daze to find the other side of the bed empty.

The sheets were cold—Qin Jue had been gone for a long time.

Lin Yuebai was still unclothed, but now faint red marks from unintentional scratches adorned her lower back, and her shoulders bore traces of ambiguous kisses.

Between her legs, however, there was no unusual sensation.

The young girl fidgeted restlessly, her long lashes veiling the drowsy haze in her dark tea-colored eyes.

She lay naked beside Qin Jue, yet Qin Jue didn’t touch her.

Qin Jue didn’t touch her.

Why… why hadn’t Qin Jue touched her?

Lin Yuebai breathed in the lingering scent of rose and sandalwood from the sheets, burying half her face in the pillow on the other side.

Of course, she didn’t want Qin Jue to touch her. She had no desire to sleep with someone she had no emotional connection to—to be played with and left broken.

Yet she couldn’t bear the humiliation of stripping herself bare to please the other woman, only to be ignored, left with nothing but those inexplicable, lingering kiss marks.

Lin Yuebai closed her eyes for a moment, a spiteful thought surfacing—

Wasn’t that CEO Qin’s hand supposed to be elegant? Had it snapped? Broken?

After a long silence, a trace of desolation flickered in her eyes.

Of course. Qin Jue had played with countless beauties. With her status, men and women alike would throw themselves at her feet. What was she, Lin Yuebai, in comparison?

……

Qin Jue and the system were having breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

System: “Wow, I watched cartoons all night. What did you do to the protagonist?”

Qin Jue sipped her freshly squeezed orange juice indifferently. “Nothing. Just slept together.”

Literally, just slept.

The system detected that the protagonist was now brimming with negative emotions—shame, resentment, and unwillingness tangled together.

The system was meant to create hardships for the protagonist, all for her own good. “But—”

Transforming into a tiny ball of light, the system stealthily nibbled half a croissant from Qin Jue’s plate.

Zhong Yi, who had just arrived with documents: “…”

What had she just seen?

Was she still half-asleep?

In the blink of an eye, half the croissant had vanished, as if the world had glitched.

Qin Jue set her glass down gracefully. “What did you want to say?”

The system squirmed. “The protagonist is kind of pitiful… Could you go a little easier on her when you torment her? QAQ”

Its voice dropped to a whisper. “Rape is illegal, you know. If she reports you, it’ll mess up our mission progress!”

Qin Jue laughed, sending a fresh wave of terror through the system.

Even Qin Jue herself didn’t understand why the mission had progressed so quickly. Last night, she had pushed right up against the system’s set boundaries—physical contact had been made, yet somehow, the system had successfully registered Lin Yuebai’s negative emotions.

Did she dislike being touched?

Too bad. Qin Jue had a mission to complete, and touching her was unavoidable.

Her fingers absently rubbed together, as if the memory of Lin Yuebai’s silken skin still lingered on her fingertips—smooth as white satin, every inch of her. When her shoulder had been bitten, she had let out soft, kitten-like whimpers.

Pleasant to touch. Even more pleasant to hold.

Qin Jue had a meeting to attend today. Spotting her assistant hovering at the restaurant entrance, she beckoned her over.

“Everything settled?”

Zhong Yi: “It’s already been delivered to Miss Lin.”

Leaning back in her chair, Qin Jue gazed at the cityscape beyond the glass walls. “Pick a few suitable endorsements for her and let her choose. Then go to my garage and send her a car that fits.”

Zhong Yi was stunned. That Miss Lin was truly favored.

“Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately.”

……

Lin Yuebai was heading to the film set for shooting. With the Spring Festival holiday just around the corner, the crew was racing to wrap up before the celebrations. The shooting schedule was packed these days, but the atmosphere was lively as the finish line was in sight.

Just as Lin Yuebai was about to push the door open, her manager Zhuang Lan blocked her path.

“Hey, wait a moment.”

Zhuang Lan stood in the doorway, waving for the black-suited bodyguards to bring in the items. Each towering bodyguard stood over 1.9 meters tall, their imposing presence like mountains as they entered the hotel room, each carrying two paper bags before kneeling on one knee.

Lin Yuebai took a step back, startled.

Zhuang Lan handed her an inventory list. “President Qin sent you some gifts. Try on the shoes first to see if they fit. I’ll take a photo for your Weibo post.”

Even Zhuang Lan, who had seen it all in the industry, was taken aback by such extravagance from a patron.

Opening the luxury shoebox revealed this season’s latest high heels—the very pair she and Jing Xin had admired in the store yesterday. The silk uppers shimmered with subtle metallic luster under the light, adorned with delicate hand-embroidered white rose petals and tiny pearls replacing the stamens.

The six-centimeter heel was modest enough for daily wear.

Perfect for Lin Yuebai.

When she first saw Lin Yuebai, she hadn’t felt anything special, nor particularly fond.

In addition, Qin Jue had sent several exclusive handbags that required special purchases—all statement pieces meant to impress.

Standing on the carpet in her new heels, Lin Yuebai caught a glimpse in the mirror of the lingering red marks on her shoulders.

The bite marks wouldn’t fade so quickly; she’d need concealer for the set.

All because she shared a bed with Qin Jue—just talking?

What kind of preference was this?

Only into kissing and biting, but not sleeping with her?

Lin Yuebai clenched her fists before releasing them. Did Qin Jue really have no such intentions? Was she even a lesbian?

@LinYuebai: [Photo][Photo]

The photos, taken by her manager for routine updates, showed her slender ankles wrapped in a ribbon, like a carefully packaged gift with a ballerina’s grace.

“I get it now. I’m willing to be Yuebai’s dog.”

“I get it now. I’m willing to be Yuebai’s dog.”

“Please explain, what exactly is your relationship with that friend from yesterday?”

“I don’t care anymore, shipping them first.”

“Is this even food? And you’re eating it?”

“As we all know, Yuebai never posts about single items before. So according to my precise calculations, these shoes must be from that ‘good friend.'”

“What a good friend indeed.”

“What’s the mindset behind gifting shoes? I get it now! (Cat universe)”

“Such slender, beautiful ankles—I bet that good friend thinks so too (attempting to write fanfiction).”

“I’ve checked several stores, all out of stock. Your good friend must’ve put in real effort.”

Lin Yuebai ultimately didn’t wear the heels out. After storing them back in the box, she changed into her set clothes and left.

At the set, she ran into Qin Jue.

Qin Jue was speaking quietly to her chief assistant, her expression serious as she gazed into the distance, absently tracing the mechanical watch on her wrist while giving occasional low instructions.

Her demeanor exuded the calculated restraint unique to elites.

When their eyes met, Lin Yuebai quickly approached.

“Thank you.”

Qin Jue glanced at her, about to smile and nod when the system reminded her, causing her gaze to drift away lightly.

“Don’t forget your place.”

Passing by Lin Yuebai’s side, Qin Jue whispered teasingly in her ear, “I really like your body. For someone like you, there’s nothing else of value besides that. Make the most of your youth and earn some money from me while you can. Hmph.”

Lin Yuebai stiffened, the shy smile on her face momentarily blanking out.

Qin Jue silently apologized in her heart.

Sorry, I’ll send more gifts to your livestream tonight and find you some good endorsements.

The system nodded solemnly. “Wow, you’re really scum. Absolute scum.”

Qin Jue: “…”

The system: “Don’t feel guilty. Villains don’t get happy endings.”

Qin Jue thought, Thanks for that. Now shut up.

The system was still basking in the joy of mission success when Lin Yuebai stepped forward, grasped Qin Jue’s wrist, and—in full view of everyone—rose on her tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of her lips.

Zhong Yi, standing not far away, couldn’t hear their conversation but saw Miss Lin approach and kiss Qin Jue after the CEO passed by.

This is kind of adorable.

Qin Jue’s throat tightened. The system’s data streams froze. A deathly silence filled Qin Jue’s mind before fireworks suddenly exploded in her thoughts.

Lin Yuebai’s soft tongue traced Qin Jue’s lips.

Her voice was sweet, tender, and velvety, like a kitten turned into crème brûlée.

“I know. It’s my honor to please you.”

Lin Yuebai rubbed her thumb suggestively against the inside of Qin Jue’s wrist. “I really enjoy sleeping with you. With the New Year approaching and the weather so cold, I get chilly alone. Could I share your bed, CEO Qin?”

Lin Yuebai wasn’t skilled at acting coy. Her words were gentle yet earnest, her peach-blossom eyes fluttering as she gazed intently into Qin Jue’s.

In those dark tea-colored irises, she could see her own reflection.

The sound of her heartbeat grew deafening once more.

Lin Yuebai was stunning, but her personality wasn’t as fragile as she appeared. Instead, she carried a resilient aggression—the very trait Qin Jue admired most. She would never bow to fate, seizing every opportunity to climb higher.

Her ambition was hidden beneath layers of petals. Only those who got close enough could spot the thorns beneath the softness.

She saw Qin Jue as the express elevator to the top.

Qin Jue was momentarily dazed by the kiss, but Lin Yuebai deepened it—no longer just teasing with the tip of her tongue. Now, she tilted her head, pressing closer, her canine teeth lightly nipping Qin Jue’s lower lip like a kitten testing a fish.

“I love the shoes and bag you gave me. My agent mentioned you even sent me a car. You’re such a generous patron.”

Lin Yuebai’s voice was husky and muffled. Those nearby averted their eyes.

Qin Jue’s brain short-circuited. She had never kissed anyone before.

Before transmigrating into this novel, her mind had been consumed by career, ambition, and money. Who had time for romance? Love would only slow her down.

Her first kiss—gone.

Qin Jue’s eyes widened slowly as she felt another’s breath fill her mouth, her tongue entwined with another’s. The sounds around her—cars on the road, crew chatter, props being arranged—faded into the background.

Then Qin Jue reclaimed control.

She bit Lin Yuebai’s tongue.

“Ouch…”

Lin Yuebai pulled back from the overly deep kiss, eyes glistening with unshed tears as she wiped the moisture from her lips with a handkerchief.

Her tongue hurt from the bite.

Yet Lin Yuebai was certain Qin Jue didn’t dislike the kiss.

She hadn’t pushed her away immediately. Her tongue hadn’t resisted the intrusion—instead, she’d pressed forward into Lin’s mouth, stealing her breath.

How audacious. How domineering.

Qin Jue: “…”

The system screamed: “Stop looking like you’ve been taken advantage of!!! Why did the protagonist suddenly kiss you?!”

Qin Jue: “Maybe she hid poison in her mouth, planning to perish together with me?”

“Her tongue was so soft… tasted sweet.”

“Like marshmallow candy.”

System: “Ha!”

“And now you’re savoring the memory??”

The system didn’t buy her excuses and promptly shut itself down, refusing to acknowledge the protagonist’s current emotions as genuine pleasure—it must be a program malfunction.

“I’m running diagnostics. Don’t do anything reckless.”

The system shrank into a tiny glowing orb and initiated self-repair protocols.

Chastened by the system’s scolding, Qin Jue strode away but abruptly stopped after a few steps. Her ears burned unnaturally red, lips still flushed from the kiss.

“Know your place. Don’t… don’t get presumptuous just because you’re favored.”

Stumbling over her lines, Qin Jue led her entourage to the car and floored the accelerator. The black sedan swerved onto the main road and vanished in an instant.

Lin Yuebai stood alone in the empty space. Don’t get presumptuous just because you’re favored.

She wasn’t being presumptuous.

She was simply taking initiative to please her patron.

A fraction of the gloom lifted from Lin Yuebai’s heart as she turned to head for the film set.

As the Lunar New Year approached, Lin Yuebai’s phone vibrated with increasing frequency.

Seeing over 99 unread messages, she found a quiet moment to answer in privacy.

A woman’s voice speaking dialect came through: “Yuebai, are you coming home for New Year’s?”

It was Lin Yuebai’s mother. Their family lived in a northern village, far from town. Their circumstances could only be described as dire—her parents had once run a small business in town, occasionally traveling to the city. But after her father’s failed entrepreneurial attempt left them drowning in debt, they’d sold their county home and returned to rural poverty, surviving on meager farmland.

Yet her parents doted on their son, whose spending habits were bottomless.

“Your little brother misses you too, always saying your name. You’re such a big star now—we heard your pay is sky-high! So impressive. That boss of yours seems nice too—maybe she needs more workers? You could bring your brother along to help carry things…”

What began as familial warmth quickly circled back to her brother’s needs.

“Just tell me how much you want.”

Leaning against the storage room wall, Lin Yuebai maintained a mocking half-smile. She had money now, but every cent was earmarked.

“Don’t talk about money—we just want a family reunion.”

“Name your price.”

No one but Qin Jue ever called her “darling.”

“We’re thinking your brother should buy an apartment in the provincial capital. The down payment alone is over 500,000, then monthly mortgage payments of 10,000-plus. All together it comes to…”

The woman’s voice on the phone grew increasingly assertive. “Yuebai, raising you wasn’t easy for us. A few hundred thousand is nothing to you—just loose change from your fingertips would be enough for your brother to buy a house and get married. You have no idea how hard it is for young men to find wives these days…”

“Oh, and since you’re in that circle with so many pretty girls, why don’t you keep an eye out for your brother? Find him someone hardworking and down-to-earth. Our family’s circumstances aren’t bad, we just want someone reliable. Your brother’s quite clever, just not fond of studying, but it’s not like he’s unworthy…”

As her mother’s rambling continued, Lin Yuebai held the phone to her ear with her left hand, her mind already wandering to thoughts of Qin Jue.

Qin Jue always spoke with biting sarcasm, but her sharpness was unlike anyone Yuebai had ever met before.

There was never contempt in her eyes.

Her movements were always gentle.

The worst she’d ever done was bite Yuebai’s shoulder.

What a strange person.

After merely biting her shoulder once, she’d offered her endorsements, luxury goods, even a car.

Must be nice having money to burn.

“Yuebai? Yuebai? Are you listening? Don’t worry, we’ll put your name on the property deed when your brother buys the house. I’ll save a room for you, okay?”

Yuebai suddenly felt exhausted, having no patience for empty promises.

“I have to go. If you’re desperate, I know some loan sharks who might help.”

She ended the call with a tap, then opened her contacts and stared at her mother’s profile picture. She rarely examined her mother’s features closely, but now she inexplicably zoomed in, studying the familiar middle-aged face.

They didn’t look alike.

A fleeting question crossed Yuebai’s mind, but she didn’t dwell on it, instead transferring money to an account.

Soon Fang Xun called, sighing. “I know you’re tight on cash, but no one can predict how that project will turn out. Aurora disbanded so long ago—you really don’t have to…”

Yuebai replied quietly, “…I was still their captain.”

“Captain, my dear captain, do you have any idea how hard it is for a singer with no connections in this industry? Investments are bottomless pits…”

After some vague responses, Yuebai hung up. Aurora’s disbandment had been partly due to their former label prioritizing boy groups. The thought haunted her—if only she’d worked harder, pushed further, maybe they could have stayed together.

When Aurora dissolved, their two youngest members had just turned eighteen. Blessed with beautiful voices—one gifted in lyrics, the other in composition—they’d clung to her, their captain, like sisters. Trapped by contracts, they’d struggled to make rent through scattered gigs.

Now that Mengzhen Entertainment had gone bankrupt, everyone was free.

If only she’d tried harder, pushed further…

…

Meanwhile, Qin Jue attended a meeting. In the backseat of her car, her fingers flew across the keyboard as her eyes scanned line after line.

She was considering founding a venture capital firm.

Before transmigrating into the book, she had dabbled in investment—handling project sourcing and evaluation. Though she’d worked in physical industries before crossing over, virtual ventures truly made money.

But it was still too early now. Qin Jue pressed her throbbing temples, closed her laptop, and remembered her plan to invest in an original small home appliance brand.

From market research to product positioning, sales channels, and most importantly, advertising—she needed to weigh in on every step. She didn’t intend to take the fiercely competitive route. Perhaps an electronic dictionary the size of half a palm would be a good choice.

It would cater to students, a demographic largely free from financial burdens, making them less price-sensitive. A certain degree of premium pricing was feasible, but the challenge lay in making the design appealing enough.

Qin Jue closed her eyes, her mind flooded with memories of the sleepless nights she had spent working before transmigrating.

So much so that she didn’t even notice when the system arrived.

The system said gloomily, “After careful calculation, I’ve determined that the protagonist is currently in dire need of money. You should go humiliate them with your wealth immediately.”

Qin Jue: “?”

The system: “The protagonist’s account has several large expenditures, leaving them critically short on liquid funds.”

The driver pulled up to the entrance of the film set. The crew was discussing where to go for their wrap-up dinner, while Lin Yuebai stood alone in the distance. The night breeze ruffled her long hair, and she wore a slightly worn coat that looked like it had seen years of use.

A black sedan stopped in front of Lin Yuebai. The window rolled down, revealing a cold, haughty profile. The woman’s red lips curled faintly, her fox-like eyes sweeping over Lin Yuebai with scrutiny.

“Dressed like that, people would think my family went bankrupt. One day apart, and you’re already out here embarrassing me.”

Lin Yuebai was startled. The coat she wore was warm, and years of use had made it soft and comfortable.

She really wasn’t trying to play poor on purpose.

“I—”

The woman in the black car cut her off. “Isn’t money the reason you stick by my side? Show me what you’ve got that’s worth my spending on you.”

Without hesitation, Lin Yuebai obediently got into the car and nestled close to Qin Jue.

The system: “…?”

Qin Jue: ?

Lin Yuebai gently touched the inside of Qin Jue’s wrist. “Shall we go?”