Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 41

The system couldn’t take it anymore. “Isn’t this just blatant entrapment?”

Qin Jue’s coffee dripped onto the floor, her coat completely stained. Lin Yuebai quickly grabbed tissues to wipe her clothes.

Qin Jue: “Isn’t it normal for a villain to stage an accident?”

The system hesitated, words caught in its throat, before finally giving a thumbs up. “…”

Why wasn’t this considered disrupting the live broadcast?

In the TK Coffee flagship store’s livestream:

“Ahhh!!! Who’s screaming? Oh wait, it’s me!”

“Qin Jue is really… I’m so mad! How can these hands properly take care of our little moon?”

“I suspect the comment above is being suggestive, but I have no proof.”

“Am I the only one who noticed? When her friend fumbled the cup, based on the angle, it should’ve spilled on Little Moon, but it ended up on herself instead.”

“I just rewatched the replay, and it’s true!”

“…Was it on purpose? Did she deliberately let Little Moon wipe her abdomen to show off her abs? That must be it!”

“Not just showing off abs—she’s openly giving Little Moon a chance to touch her.”

“Lin Yuebai is eating too well. I’m kind of jealous.”

The livestream descended into chaos. The director and host were both stunned, but the two at the center of the storm remained oblivious.

Lin Yuebai pressed a wad of tissues against Qin Jue’s shirt. Qin Jue had removed her coat, and her soaked blouse clung tightly to her skin, drawing all eyes.

Lin Yuebai whispered an apology, “I didn’t catch it properly. I’m sorry.”

Qin Jue smiled without responding.

Lin Yuebai: “I have spare clothes in the dressing room. Do you want to change?”

Their hushed conversation, picked up by the mics, sounded like two small animals rustling.

The system couldn’t hold back. “Your job is to steal the audience’s attention from the protagonist and ruin her livestream.”

System: “You’re not doing enough.”

The system was also conflicted—worried Qin Jue might go too far and hinder the protagonist’s growth, yet anxious she might secretly sabotage things.

With a deep sigh, the system’s glowing form drooped.

Qin Jue told the system to shut up for now. Maintaining her composure, she took a new cup and demonstrated how to make a mocha, finishing by drawing a cute white swan with the milk foam.

Qin Jue spoke gently, “Please forgive the earlier mishap.”

All eyes remained fixed on her damp shirt, stained with coffee and chocolate syrup—uncomfortable, yet she showed no sign of discomfort as she explained the coffee machine’s details.

“TK’s coffee machines are an established brand. The latest model has over a dozen patents and is unique both domestically and internationally. Thanks to our factory technicians’ innovations, our national products continue to improve in quality and creativity.”

Qin Jue’s commentary wasn’t boring, but everyone was completely baffled by what she was saying—all they could focus on was how her soaked shirt clung to her abdomen, accentuating her well-defined muscle lines.

“I’ll just close my eyes and place an order right away. Thanks! By the way, if I buy two coffee machines, can I touch my ‘good friend’s’ abs?”

“Genuine question—why is this investor being called a ‘good friend’?”

“Because even though they’re clearly dating, Qin Jue refuses to admit it and just introduces herself as Lin Yuebai’s ‘good friend.'”

“Trying too hard to cover it up—this is hilarious, LOL.”

“I really want to touch CEO Qin’s stomach. It looks like it would feel amazing.”

“Ugh, I should be under the bed right now.”

“LMAO, Lin Yuebai couldn’t stop staring at Qin Jue’s wet shirt either and even tried to cover her up with a handkerchief, hahaha.”

Qin Jue: “Is the mission complete?”

The system reluctantly confirmed the task was done—Qin Jue’s drenched shirt had stolen everyone’s attention.

The livestream’s focus was entirely on her toned abdomen, and no one could look away.

Ironically, fewer people were paying attention to Lin Yuebai, but her fans didn’t mind at all—they were too busy admiring Qin Jue’s physique.

“I’m not exaggerating, but with this kind of figure, charm, and eloquence, my ‘good friend’ would definitely be the top attraction at a nightclub.”

“The way she casually explained the coffee machine details with one hand in her pocket and the other holding a pen was seriously mesmerizing.”

“I have no idea what she’s saying—I just know that pen should be poking into me somewhere.”

“Put some pants on, will you? This is a livestream, not the uncensored zone.”

“Did anyone else notice Little Moon just gulped?!”

The livestream hadn’t even ended before the stock sold out, and the factory was rushing to produce more.

Customers who ordered within the next two days would receive a Lin Yuebai postcard and some merch.

Lin Yuebai had previously shot a few promotional photos, which were now randomly included in the gift boxes.

After the livestream ended, Qin Jue went to the dressing room, tossed her shirt aside, wiped off the sticky liquid with a wet wipe, and casually threw on one of Lin Yuebai’s outfits.

Lin Yuebai was slimmer and half a head shorter, so the clothes were a size too small, clinging tightly to Qin Jue’s frame.

Lin Yuebai still had work to do, so Qin Jue sat on the cramped dressing room sofa, watching the rain outside grow heavier.

System: “Friendly reminder—Lin Yuebai’s father is also watching this livestream.”

Qin Jue pulled some strings to secure a batch of coffee machines for her company’s year-end prizes, making sure to snatch up all the exclusive merch boxes for herself.

Heavy raindrops hammered against the window with a rhythmic patter.

Qin Jue’s WeChat kept buzzing. She glanced at it and saw messages from Jing Yuanjie.

Jing Yuanjie: I was watching the livestream. Yuebai worked hard today.

Jing Yuanjie: I didn’t expect CEO Qin to personally make an appearance—truly setting an example for the rest of us. I’m getting old; I can’t keep up with the younger generation.

Jing Yuanjie: I’d like to order a batch of coffee machines—quite a large quantity. Does the warehouse still have stock?

Jing Yuanjie’s status showed he was still typing. Qin Jue raised an eyebrow, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, when the system suddenly reminded her:

In the original novel, the antagonist’s attitude toward the protagonist’s father wasn’t exactly friendly.

In the original novel, even though Lin Yuebai became the young lady of a wealthy family, her status still wasn’t as high as the antagonist’s, making it even easier for the antagonist to manipulate her.

The antagonist knew Lin Yuebai cared deeply about her family, so they acted even more recklessly.

Qin Jue sensed the old man’s probing gaze. The corners of her lips curled slightly as she leisurely sipped half a glass of lemon water before tilting her head back fully against the sofa.

The rich scent of coffee still clung to her—likely from that latte she’d practically marinated in.

Jing Yuanjie’s lengthy, elaborate writing was nothing more than concern over the barrage of comments flooding the livestream.

Everyone in the industry knew Lin Yuebai belonged to Qin Jue, and now even the fans were fully aware—some even cracking crude jokes about it.

How could Jing Yuanjie not feel uneasy after seeing that?

He had never believed that this CEO Qin would stay with Lin Yuebai forever. Hell, Lin Yuebai’s name hadn’t even been changed on the household register yet.

System: “Even the old man now thinks you’re a complete monster. You’re really nailing this villain role—hard to imagine you run a legitimate business in real life.”

Qin Jue: “You were just worried I wouldn’t complete the mission.”

Was the system really worried about her failing the task?

No—it was worried she wouldn’t show up, and equally worried she’d go too far.

Qin Jue had talked too much earlier, leaving her brain slightly oxygen-deprived. Now, with her eyes closed for a quick rest, one hand tapped effortlessly across the keyboard without even looking—typing flawlessly as if performing a magic trick.

The system watched in amazement, snapping a mental screenshot.

There was something effortlessly cool about her, yet undeniably weary.

A kind of beauty even the system couldn’t help but admire.

Qin Jue: “The factory is in production, but the chairman will need a few more days. It’s not easy for Lin Yuebai to establish herself in this industry—as the investor behind her agency, of course I have to look out for her. Don’t you agree?”

A few more messages popped up in the chat. Qin Jue felt her phone vibrate but didn’t bother opening her eyes.

Zhuang Lan had bought Lin Yuebai a trending hashtag for the livestream, but it still couldn’t compete with the impact Qin Jue had made in the chat.

Those who came for Lin Yuebai, for the coffee machine, or just to ship the two—everyone got exactly what they wanted.

The system’s mission was conveniently completed too.

Efficient allocation—maximized results.

Lately, Qin Jue had been buried in work, faint shadows lingering under her eyes. This was the sight that greeted Lin Yuebai when she pushed the door open.

Coffee machine sales were no longer a concern. Even those uninterested in the machine might buy the brand’s instant or freeze-dried coffee later. Customers who already owned the machine would return for premium beans—this was never meant to be a one-time transaction.

Maybe they could even roll out capsule coffee machines next. Li Shilai’s company had a dedicated team handling production and technical development—already well-established. Offline distribution could wait; for now, online sales took priority. Eventually, franchisees and distributors would come knocking—no need to rush.

Lin Yuebai pushed the door open to this scene.

Qin Jue’s slightly snug shirt strained against the luminous mother-of-pearl buttons, the crisp cotton fabric outlining her figure in perfect detail.

Her long lashes cast shadows on her face, her expression weary between her brows. Beside her hand was a half-finished glass of lemon water, the label indicating seven parts sugar.

She really had a sweet tooth. Lin Yuebai was surprised—most corporate executives she’d met either preferred coffee or alcohol. Someone like Qin Jue who relied on sugar for energy was rare.

Hearing sounds at the door, Qin Jue opened her eyes, expecting staff. A faint exhaustion and resistance lingered in her gaze until she recognized the visitor, her expression softening instantly.

“You worked hard during the livestream. I originally ordered a gift for your father’s birthday, but production took longer than expected—it just arrived now.”

Qin Jue spoke softly, forcing Lin Yuebai to lean closer. The young girl obediently settled onto her lap, burying her face against Qin Jue’s shoulder.

The small sofa barely accommodated two adults, creaking in protest at the crowding. Lin Yuebai pressed a kiss to Qin Jue’s neck, leaving a loud “mwah” sound.

“Thank you for paving the way for me. Without you, Director Qin, I truly wouldn’t know what to do now.”

Lin Yuebai cooed like a kitten, her peripheral vision catching Qin Jue’s phone displaying a chat with her father.

Jing Yuanjie: Our Yuebai is still young. Thank you for your care, Director Qin—this should have been our duty as parents, yet we failed for over twenty years.

Jing Yuanjie: That child is introverted and rarely speaks. Please be patient with her. If she makes mistakes, let me know—I’ll communicate with her.

More messages followed, but Lin Yuebai didn’t read them, nor did she want to.

She almost laughed. Since being with Director Qin, she’d never suffered any mistreatment, contrary to assumptions that Qin Jue would bully her.

Qin Jue gently stroked Lin Yuebai’s hair as the girl clung tighter.

Such a child.

In the quiet dressing room, Qin Jue traced Lin Yuebai’s spine, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch before deliberately relaxing, as if presenting their softest state for contact.

“Your father worries about you,” Qin Jue murmured, studying Lin Yuebai’s expression. “After twenty years of raising another’s child as their own, now that they’ve found you, they probably still yearn for Jing Xin abroad.”

System: “Yes! Exactly like this—stir conflict between the protagonist and her parents!”

The system chattered like a demon crawled from hell, though its adorable appearance bore no resemblance to one.

System: “The protagonist’s pride won’t tolerate you disparaging her birth parents.”

Qin Jue nodded agreement.

Lin Yuebai’s body stiffened momentarily before she offered a docile smile.

“You can’t have it both ways. If parents fail to recognize their own child, there must be consequences. No one gets to demand everything—that’s just human greed.”

Lin Yuebai had long been deprived of her parents’ care, and she no longer valued familial affection. A dark thought crossed her mind—if her parents were truly worried about her suffering by Qin Jue’s side, why didn’t they just take her back and raise her in their villa? Instead, they chose to accept the shares Qin Jue offered, watching at the dinner table as Qin Jue doted on her, never daring to voice any refusal.

At the end of the day, they simply thought Qin Jue liked her, and since Qin Jue was wealthy and influential, it would only benefit the family business.

Lin Yuebai admitted her thoughts were cynical. After struggling in the entertainment industry for so long, she had long become a pragmatic person who valued money over people.

She believed that whoever gave her a lot of money and a lot of favoritism must love her. Just like Qin Jue—she never hesitated to spend on her, personally becoming an investor and producer just to promote her. She even humbled herself in a livestream, explaining every tiny detail of a coffee machine, enduring a soaked shirt just to ensure the broadcast went perfectly.

Sometimes, Qin Jue didn’t speak like a normal person, but she always did everything just right.

Her emotions recognized before her reason did—perhaps this was simply love.

The system detected negative emotions rising in Lin Yuebai. “Host, she’s definitely cursing you in her mind right now, heh heh heh.”

Qin Jue: “Mm, it’s getting late. Time to clock out.”

Qin Jue stroked the girl’s fluffy head in her arms and kissed her forehead.

“I brought you a gift—it’s in the car. Want to go take a look?”

The shadow that had just flickered in Lin Yuebai’s eyes instantly brightened. “Okay!”

She pushed aside all her dark thoughts. She already had everything she wanted—a respectable background, someone determined to make her famous. Her mood was exceptionally good.

“Do you want to change your name?”

Qin Jue, walking ahead, turned to ask casually.

“…I’m a public figure now. Changing my name wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“It’s fine. Just the name on your ID and household register. You’ll still be Lin Yuebai publicly—no one else would know.”

“Okay. What name does Sister Qin Jue think I should have?”

Standing in the elevator, Qin Jue found it amusing. This kid follows me around like a clingy little puppy.

“Your parents should be the ones naming you. What kind of outsider would I be to decide?”

Lin Yuebai mumbled softly, “You’re not an outsider.”

She rested her forehead against Qin Jue’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of the same laundry detergent on her shirt, feeling deeply content.

If I could become more famous, more capable, more worthy of Qin Jue… would I occupy a bigger space in her heart?

Qin Jue had no idea what the girl beside her was thinking. She raised an umbrella to shield Lin Yuebai from the rain before settling into the driver’s seat.

In the back seat lay a large golden nanmu wood box tied with a pink satin ribbon.

Lin Yuebai didn’t rush to untie it. Instead, she took a photo with her phone to commemorate the moment before carefully opening the box—inside was a bow and arrow.

To be precise, it was a compound bow from a renowned international archery brand. Featuring an advanced parallelogram design to enhance shooting accuracy, it also came equipped with an exceptional vibration dampening system that made each shot quieter, steadier, and more effortless while maintaining shooting consistency.

The 50-pound draw weight was somewhat challenging for Lin Yuebai, but her well-trained back muscles allowed her to shoot continuously without issue.

Lin Yuebai drew a sharp breath, her eyes filled with both surprise and delight. She had never handled anything so high-end before—previously, she had only used whatever training bows her coach tossed her way.

Back at the training camp, she had only attended a few hobby classes, mainly for the sake of filming a variety show. But she never expected Qin Jue to remember it all this time.

The bow was made of carbon fiber, making it lightweight yet highly durable. Lin Yuebai couldn’t resist running her fingers over its cool surface, utterly enchanted.

From the driver’s seat, Qin Jue chuckled softly. “In a while, I’ll take you hunting in the mountains. A friend owns a private estate where we can shoot freely—it’s all legal. If you want to try something else later, I’ll take you abroad when I have time.”

Lin Yuebai nodded eagerly. “This must’ve been expensive, right? How much? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

A laugh came from the driver’s seat. “No need. Just let me watch you shoot—it’s a treat in itself.”

“Consider it a celebration for reclaiming the life you deserve.”

Lin Yuebai cradled the compound bow, unable to put it down even as Qin Jue pulled up to her apartment building.

“Next week, I’ll take you out. In the meantime, I’ll have a tailor make you a hunting outfit. After that, there’s an endorsement shoot I need you for—thanks in advance.”

Qin Jue smoothly retrieved a pair of slippers she often wore from the shoe rack. Though this was Lin Yuebai’s apartment, everything came in pairs—their toothbrushes stood side by side, they shared the same toothpaste, and even their electric toothbrushes were a matching couple’s set.

Outside, the rain grew heavier, as if the sky had cracked open, pouring down in sheets that lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Dry-firing the bow could hurt you. Don’t play with it too much.”

Qin Jue, slightly damp from the rain, headed to the shower, turning on the TV as she passed. The screen lit up with a period drama Lin Yuebai had starred in—a palace intrigue story.

With the show playing in the background, Lin Yuebai sat cross-legged on the sofa, fiddling with the bow before raising her phone to snap a photo for Weibo.

@Lin Yuebai: The best gift in the world.

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The photos showed a box tied with a pink ribbon and a mirror selfie of her drawing the bowstring.

The tall, slender girl still wore the dress from her livestream. As she pulled the string taut, the defined muscles of her back and the strength in her forearms became strikingly apparent.

It was astonishing—how could such a lean frame contain so much power?

The comments section erupted in excitement.

Qin Jue’s phone buzzed twice from the bathroom. She had set Lin Yuebai as a special contact, so every Weibo post triggered a notification.

Moonlight Shines on Me: Little Moon’s posture is perfect—she looks so cool with a bow!

Moonlight Shines on Me: This must be Cupid, shooting straight into my heart.

Moonlight Shines on Me: Whoever gave this gift put so much thought into it.

The system couldn’t take it anymore: “Host, you’re being a little creepy here.”

While bullying the protagonist, they were also secretly stalking them on Weibo—what a truly wicked person, a complete scoundrel!

Qin Jue had been liking, commenting, and reposting for three years straight before flipping her phone face down by the bathtub.

“Can’t my feelings for Lin Yuebai just be pure admiration?”

As hot water poured from the showerhead above, Qin Jue’s phone buzzed again. She unlocked it to see a message from a stranger.

Well, not exactly a stranger—it was the father of this body she now inhabited.

Old Man: Qin Jue, you’ve had enough fun running wild outside. It’s time to come home.

Old Man: Your uncle is hosting a banquet at the estate next week. Don’t forget to attend.

In the original novel, there was this scene where the antagonist brought Lin Yuebai as his travel companion to a manor banquet. Others bullied her for being a lowly actress unworthy of such occasions, ordering her around with drinks, while the antagonist merely crossed his arms and watched the show with amusement. He even took her deep into the woods during a horseback hunt, leaving her lost until she barely managed to find her way out by nightfall.

The system trembled in fear. “So that’s why you gave the protagonist a bow and arrows—you were setting up this plot all along!”

What a terrifying, wicked host!

After her bath, Qin Jue walked out wrapped in a robe and saw Lin Yuebai struggling to paint her toenails on the sofa.

Lin Yuebai was focused on applying a plum-colored, cat-eye nail polish that shimmered beautifully under the light.

Suddenly, her ankle was seized and pulled onto Qin Jue’s lap. Lin Yuebai let out a soft gasp, her lower back pressing into the cushion as her trapped ankle left her immobilized.

“Let me do it for you.”

Her pale, slender foot rested on Qin Jue’s knee. Steam still rose from Qin Jue’s body, her half-dried hair dripping water, making her look like a bewitching siren who had just emerged from a pool to lure victims to their doom.

Lin Yuebai’s mind wavered for a moment—until the back of her foot was lightly smacked.

“Stay still.”

Who knew feet could be as expressive as a kitten’s paws, splaying out like blooming flowers?