Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 60

Song Wei was utterly terrified by Qin Jue at this point, not daring to say a word and simply complying with whatever she demanded.

Ning Peng was nothing more than an annoying pest his father had left by his side—always nagging him to do this or that. Song Wei had no interest in managing the company, yet he was constantly forced to handle its affairs.

Having someone take Ning Peng away was actually a blessing. Far from feeling coerced, Song Wei was grateful for Qin Jue’s understanding.

Qin Jue glanced down disdainfully at Song Wei’s bloated belly, swollen from years of heavy drinking.

She waved a hand dismissively. “I have other matters to attend to. You may leave. Have your manager discuss the follow-up cooperation with me.”

A document lay on the table. Song Wei barely skimmed it before scribbling his signature.

Though Qin Jue had obtained what she wanted, she didn’t rush to leave.

In this foreign bar, unfamiliar music played in a language she couldn’t understand.

Lin Yuebai wanted to leave, but Qin Jue held her firmly in place—refusing to let her go.

Her task wasn’t finished yet.

The young woman obediently sat on the armrest of the sofa until Qin Jue abruptly lifted her and settled her onto her lap.

Qin Jue pinched the back of her neck like she was handling a kitten. “Now, let’s settle matters between us.”

The bar reeked of smoke and alcohol—a smell Lin Yuebai disliked—but Qin Jue’s sandalwood and rose fragrance masked the unpleasant odors perfectly.

The crystal chandelier overhead swayed with the vibrations of the percussion instruments. A woman in a deep red suit picked up a glass of tequila and pressed the salted rim against the lips of the girl in her arms.

Lin Yuebai tasted the sharp tang of salt on her tongue.

Qin Jue, shrouded in darkness, recalled listening to an audiobook of this very story while waiting in a bar long ago.

She couldn’t remember the exact plot anymore—only that someone named Lin Yuebai had stayed by her side for a long time.

Snapping back to the present, Qin Jue’s lips lingered over Lin Yuebai’s collarbone. The girl’s long white halter neckline had slipped askew, revealing the lipstick mark Qin Jue had just left.

“Our little moon has quite the colorful past,” Qin Jue murmured, her voice husky and teasing. “You’ve known so many people—why is it I’ve never heard of a single one?”

Lin Yuebai’s heart pounded like a drum. Her head spun as if submerged in tequila.

“President Qin, that’s all in the past.”

Qin Jue suddenly tightened her grip on Lin Yuebai’s trembling wrist and fingertips, kissing them ruthlessly.

“That bastard touched your right hand.”

“Mhm, President Qin, don’t—”

Knowing escape was futile, Lin Yuebai resigned herself to Qin Jue’s relentless kisses and nips. She wondered if Qin Jue’s wrist had fully healed—was she hurting herself by gripping her so tightly?

Lost in thought, Lin Yuebai gasped as a sudden sting pierced her neck. Qin Jue pressed the tequila glass to her lips and tipped the entire shot down her throat.

Qin Jue wasn’t forceful—the girl in her arms didn’t resist at all, looking thoroughly overwhelmed.

The burning liquor mixed with coarse salt slid down Lin Yuebai’s throat. She instinctively choked back a cough, her face flushing crimson from the alcohol’s harshness—she couldn’t even taste its richness.

“Have you ever been forced to drink like this before?”

The sound of the system notifying Qin Jue of her completed mission rang in her ears.

Lin Yuebai’s eyes were brimming with tears as she pressed against Qin Jue’s shoulder, coughing violently.

“No… I drank it myself.”

Lin Yuebai hated alcohol, but surprisingly, she didn’t dislike what Qin Jue was doing now.

Her brows relaxed as she licked Qin Jue’s neck with a crimson tongue. “President Qin is worried about me.”

Qin Jue remained silent.

It wasn’t until Lin Yuebai softly called her “Sister Qin Jue” several times that she finally relented.

Qin Jue hadn’t drunk today, but the scent of alcohol in the bar had already left her half-intoxicated. She nibbled at Lin Yuebai’s shoulder strap with her teeth, pulling the girl in her arms even closer.

“The coffee machines are selling well overseas. How about I give you twenty percent of the shares?”

Though phrased as a question, there was no room for negotiation in Qin Jue’s tone.

Lin Yuebai’s pupils dilated briefly before her body went completely limp.

“The Qin family isn’t stable right now. You don’t need to worry about me, President Qin. I know you mean well, but I’ve grown up—I can earn my own money now. I don’t need to always rely on you…”

Lin Yuebai’s words were cut off. “Our little moon has grown up and become so capable. But what if your sister wants to give you things anyway?”

Outside, rain had begun to fall at some point. The heavy droplets mixed with the noisy music and the surrounding chatter in languages they couldn’t understand, making everything feel like a dream.

Qin Jue kissed her ear, the jingling golden accessories on her body pressing against Lin Yuebai’s skin, raising goosebumps.

Lin Yuebai’s ears turned red. She had long lost the strength to resist, only letting out soft whimpers near Qin Jue’s ear.

“Don’t worry about the Qin family. I’ll try to give you all the good things—consider it my apology for not meeting you sooner, alright?”

“Thank you…”

Seeing Lin Yuebai so obedient melted Qin Jue’s heart.

“It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have made you drink.”

Just a small shot of tequila—it wouldn’t make anyone lose consciousness, and there was no coercion involved.

Lin Yuebai was already a little drunk. She tilted her head and said, “I wanted to, Sister.”

If it was Qin Jue, she would always be willing.

Qin Jue didn’t catch it. “What?”

Lin Yuebai lifted her head, her voice even softer. “I wanted to, Sister.”

…

A distorted electronic voice chimed in: “Sis, I beg you to stop sexually harassing the protagonist.”

“Shut up, let me sleep a little longer.”

Qin Jue was in this country for a business trip with other work to attend to. When she woke up the next day, Lin Yuebai had already been called away by the film crew.

Song Wei had sent Ning Peng directly to her hotel the previous night. The secretary had arranged for her to check in, but Ning Peng had waited in the room for a long time without Qin Jue showing up.

Qin Jue woke up alone in the hotel room, with only a messy white strapless dress beside her—one of the straps had snapped, and there were lipstick stains on it.

The break looked rough, as if it had been bitten through.

Qin Jue hadn’t drunk last night, so she remembered everything clearly—Lin Yuebai sitting on her lap, trying to kiss her, being carried into the car by Qin Jue, only for the girl to remain restless, kissing and nibbling at her hand until Qin Jue accidentally bit through her dress strap.

Rubbing her throbbing temples, Qin Jue wrapped herself in the blanket and shifted to lie on Lin Yuebai’s side of the bed.

The system wouldn’t let Qin Jue continue sleeping. “We’ve completed our mission and know the protagonist had a miserable past. Stop sexually harassing her—look, you’ve even bitten through her clothes.”

In the system’s eyes, Qin Jue was an utterly wicked villain.

Qin Jue half-opened her eyes, still groggy from sleep. “What sexual harassment?”

The system was too angry to respond.

Qin Jue got up to wash up and saw Ning Peng already waiting at her door for permission to enter.

System: “The protagonist is filming today for a local auction—her moment to shine. She’s no longer the same person who’d be mocked for being penniless. The antagonist wants to compete for treasures but, with the Qin family’s decline, can’t afford to bid high and ends up being humiliated.”

Qin Jue listened to Ning Peng discuss work with one ear while the system briefed her on mission details with the other.

System: “Your task is simple—just attend the auction, place bids you can’t afford, and get mocked by peers.”

In the original plot, the hot-tempered antagonist, furious at being surpassed by someone she once looked down on, would spread rumors about having had an affair with the protagonist.

Qin Jue twirled an onyx tablet carved with a crescent moon.

System: “No need to bully the protagonist today. This mission’s so easy you could do it blindfolded.”

The system thought its plan was flawless.

Qin Jue silenced the system and poured Ning Peng some local black tea. “You’re exceptionally capable. I’d like to offer five times your previous salary to work for me.”

Ning Peng held the warm cup, studying Qin Jue silently.

She’d heard of Qin Jue’s notorious reputation back home—the woman had practically no redeeming qualities. It was common knowledge how she’d partnered with that actress surnamed Lin to wreak havoc in the entertainment industry, turning the Qin family upside down and cutting all familial ties.

Yet one couldn’t deny Qin Jue’s competence.

Ning Peng: “President Song gave me my big break. Now that he’s gone, I should support the younger Songs.”

Her short hair gleamed in sunlight, exuding a comforting elder-sister aura that softened her elite demeanor.

Qin Jue slid a document across the table. “Truth be told, that ‘younger Song’ you mentioned just returned today. The moment Song Wei lands, police will be waiting at the airport.”

Last night, Qin Jue had indulged Lin Yuebai’s antics—holding her on the bed’s edge while kneeling to kiss her inner thighs—until the tearful actress called Qin Jue a vindictive villain and threw incriminating documents on the floor.

Naturally, Qin Jue wouldn’t share those original files, only photocopies detailing Song Wei’s illegal activities.

“My approach? Report to police and media. Since the Songs don’t know how to raise proper heirs, I’ll educate them for your benefactor.”

As Ning Peng read, her expression darkened considerably.

Yesterday, when she saw Song Wei summon Lin Yuebai, she immediately sensed trouble. Before leaving, she handed her car keys to Lin Yuebai—if Song Wei truly forced himself upon this innocent Miss Lin, she could drive away through the back gate.

She had only known the general outline before, none of the details. Song Wei didn’t trust her and disliked being controlled by her. A few extra words would earn her a scolding, so Ning Fan simply focused on work matters and never pried into Song Wei’s personal affairs.

Ning Fan placed the documents on the table, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh.

“What does President Qin want to say?”

Qin Jue leaned slightly against the armrest. “Our company has recently developed a line of smart home appliances and needs offline distribution channels and e-commerce advertising. You’re more skilled in this area than I am…”

Ning Fan listened patiently, her frown deepening the more she heard.

At first, she wanted to refuse—even if she wasn’t with the Song family, she didn’t necessarily have to work under Qin Jue. With her abilities, she could secure a place anywhere.

But the more she listened, the more something felt off. Qin Jue’s words seemed layered, not entirely like a pure businesswoman’s.

Qin Jue: “Simply put, I want to give Lin Yuebai more endorsement opportunities. How do you think we should promote her for the best effect?”

Ning Fan: “…”

This person wasn’t much more reliable either.

Ning Fan: “So all of this is for Miss Lin?”

Qin Jue rested against the chair’s armrest, fingers tracing the agate moon pendant hanging from her tablet, but said nothing.

…

Zhong Yi was also stunned. “So all of this is for President Qin?”

Zhong Yi had gone abroad with Qin Jue. As her secretary, she had watched helplessly last night as her boss flung a glass of wine into a business partner’s face—and the partner had looked utterly horrified.

Zhong Yi had been eagerly spectating the drama until she saw her boss pull Miss Lin onto her lap and bite the strap of her dress…

She didn’t dare watch further and quickly slipped away.

Now that the day’s shoot had ended, Zhong Yi was brought by Lin Yuebai to a local auction house. The auction was invitation-only, attended exclusively by long-standing clients.

Lin Yuebai had somehow obtained two invitations and brought Zhong Yi along to broaden her horizons.

The crystal chandelier overhead cast fragmented light across the domed ceiling. Lin Yuebai wore an all-too-familiar suit jacket draped over her shoulders.

Zhong Yi recognized it—Qin Jue had worn it before.

The jacket was slightly oversized on Lin Yuebai, not quite fitting, but she was so beautiful that the mismatch went unnoticed.

Lin Yuebai: “Take a few photos for me.”

Her gaze remained fixed on the aquamarine crown displayed at the highest point.

Each aquamarine was as large as an egg, crystal-clear and finely cut, reflecting dazzling brilliance.

Nine aquamarines were arranged from largest to smallest, the crown itself designed in concentric circles, its silver base studded with diamonds.

Zhong Yi wasn’t much of a photographer, but Lin Yuebai was stunning no matter how she was captured.

“Starting bid: three million. Minimum increment: one hundred thousand.”

As the auctioneer’s gavel fell, Zhong Yi quietly translated his words for Lin Yuebai.

Lin Yuebai nodded—she understood.

Not only did she understand, she also had the money.

Seated in front of Lin Yuebai was a noblewoman with high cheekbones and golden hair who raised her bidding paddle. Though many participants were raising their paddles in the auction hall, the auctioneer always managed to spot who had raised theirs first.

Lin Yuebai’s gaze lingered on the ruby earrings worn by the noblewoman ahead—they looked rather old, their craftsmanship suggesting they were antique pieces from the same era.

Someone from the filming crew was a member of this auction house but couldn’t attend due to work obligations. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yuebai had come to see if there was anything novel.

Her interest was particularly drawn to the crown on display.

She thought Qin Jue would probably adore such an extravagant piece.

As the bidding price climbed to 4.5 million, Lin Yuebai raised her paddle, and the auctioneer’s attention immediately snapped to her.

Zhong Yi winced at the sum. “Miss Lin, the currency here isn’t domestic—we need to account for the exchange rate. Honestly, it’s already overpriced.”

Pulling out her phone, Zhong Yi tapped into the calculator, and a staggering figure flashed on the screen.

Lin Yuebai glanced at it. “Hardly worth mentioning.”

Zhong Yi: “…”

I really want to fight you rich people.

Qin Jue sat on the second floor, propping her chin lazily on one hand as she watched Lin Yuebai below, frequently raising her own bidding number.

Once, she lifted it so abruptly that she knocked over the champagne flute resting on the table.

Qin Jue strategically raised her paddle a few times, pushing the price past 5 million.

Ning Peng, seated behind her, twitched at the corner of her eye. “President Qin, considering the company’s current cash flow, I suggest you exercise some restraint.”

Ning Peng had seen wealthy individuals splurge on their beloved treasures, but someone like Qin Jue—who raised her paddle without even looking—struck her as utterly frivolous.

Qin Jue chuckled. “This is all I can spare, honestly. I don’t actually have much money on me.”

The air was thick with the scent of expensive spices—a fragrance Qin Jue disliked, yet traces of it clung stubbornly to her clothes, refusing to be shaken off.

She sighed. “No helping it. Raising a child is just too expensive.”

Ning Peng watched as Qin Jue made her final bid, driving the price to 5.5 million before finally stopping.

“President Qin has a child?”

Qin Jue’s gaze drifted downward, and Ning Peng noticed the woman who had spilled her champagne earlier in her haste.

With another paddle raise, that woman was visibly growing impatient, glaring sharply toward the second floor—though the obstructing pillar kept her from spotting the persistent troublemaker.

Upon closer inspection, the woman’s silhouette looked familiar.

Miss Lin?

Ning Peng: “…President Qin, when you say ‘raising a child,’ you don’t mean—”

Ning Peng had seen absurd things, but Qin Jue took it to another level.

There was a five- or six-year age gap between them—Lin Yuebai was in her early twenties, while Qin Jue was already pushing thirty.

She’s clearly leveraging her experience and resources to corrupt a young woman.

This is just not right.

System: “Detecting hostile remarks in your vicinity. You truly are a model villain.”

As the gavel fell, the final price settled at 5.7 million.

Lin Yuebai went to pay with her card. Having already deposited a 500,000-yuan guarantee, she only needed to cover the remaining sum.

Glancing back at the velvet box in her hand, she admired the dazzling aquamarine crown inside, its brilliance matched by a pair of accompanying aquamarine earrings.

Actually, she preferred rubies. Given Qin Jue’s personality, vibrant colors might suit her better.

Lin Yuebai’s lips curled slightly at the thought of the person who had kept bidding against her, maliciously driving up the price—another surge of irritation.

But in the end, the item ended up in her hands. A faint smirk of satisfaction played on Little Moon’s lips.

She wanted to prove her worth, to make Qin Jue realize her significance by gifting something extravagant.

With newfound competitiveness, her steps grew noticeably lighter.

As Lin Yuebai turned, clutching the velvet gift box, she suddenly spotted two familiar figures.

Qin Jue stood at the front, with a short-haired woman behind her.

Qin Jue acted as if she hadn’t noticed Lin Yuebai, tilting her head slightly to say to the woman beside her, “We were so close to winning the bid. What a shame.”

Ning Peng thought her expression was a bit exaggerated.

“Miss Lin has excellent taste, though the price was inflated. I looked it up earlier—that crown was crafted over 600 years ago by a queen for her daughter’s wedding. Legend says any princess who wears it will be blessed by the sea, no matter how far she travels.”

The system coughed dryly, reminding Qin Jue to stick to the script.

Qin Jue’s brows and eyes brimmed with arrogance. “A mere million or so—if the Qin family hadn’t hit a rough patch, I wouldn’t have hesitated to bid. That kid only has money now because she’s been landing more ads and movie roles lately. Look how smug she is.”

Out of respect for her new boss, Ning Peng humored her with a few words.

“Miss Lin is quite talented.”

The words sounded odd—superficially dismissive, yet somehow boastful about how well her own protégé was doing.

Lin Yuebai and Zhong Yi stood not far away, close enough to catch most of the conversation.

Had Qin Jue been the one bidding against her?

Why did Qin Jue want the crown?

Not only had she tried to buy the crown, but last night, she’d even mentioned gifting her 20% of the company’s shares.

Lin Yuebai’s face suddenly flushed. Clutching the crown tighter, she wondered if she should have let Qin Jue win the bid after all.

Then she paused—what exactly did Qin Jue mean? Was she short on funds because of the Qin family’s troubles?

Without a word, Lin Yuebai took a few steps forward, hiding behind a Roman column.

Qin Jue spoke lightly, “You wouldn’t know this, but the kid I’m raising acts all cold and distant in public—so unapproachable. But in private? Utterly well-behaved. Gets bullied and won’t even complain. Still, she has her strengths. Hears a piano piece once and can play it flawlessly. Watches a teacher demonstrate a performance, and she’ll replicate it almost perfectly. Just too reserved, too introverted—always worrying me.”

She turned with a helpless smile. “Tell me, isn’t raising a kid like that exhausting?”

Ning Peng: “…”

She was on the verge of occupational hazard. Was it too late to quit?

Qin Jue told the system, “Mission complete.”

The system reluctantly echoed, “Mission complete.”

By the system’s standards, the villain had successfully spread rumors in public about having an affair with the protagonist, fulfilling the task requirements. But something about it felt off.

The system thought it over—wasn’t there actually some truth to it?

The villain had been endlessly harassing the protagonist, who, cowed by her tyranny, dared not resist. But the more it pondered, the more wrong it seemed…

Shaking its head, the system decided not to dwell on it. The deeper it thought, the more its head ached.

Who knows if the protagonist standing not far away, seeing the villain’s shameless distortion of truth, would be burning with rage?

The system was beginning to feel uncertain.

Lin Yuebai held the crown and silently walked away, tugging at Zhong Yi’s sleeve.

The system thought that someone with the protagonist’s noble character would never stoop to the villain’s level.

By taking away the fruits of victory itself, she had already delivered a scathing contempt to the villain.

But the system had clearly celebrated too soon.

That evening, Lin Yuebai borrowed a car from the film crew and drove Qin Jue up the mountain to see the night view.

She remained quiet the entire way. Several times, she wanted to say that she didn’t cost much to take care of—that if Qin Jue was facing financial difficulties, she didn’t need to spend much on her, since she had long been able to earn her own money.

But in the end, she never spoke up.

On one side of the cliff was the glittering city, and on the other, the restless, churning sea.

Qin Jue was pulled out of the car, and Lin Yuebai made her sit on a bench before blindfolding her with a necktie.

The young woman behind her whispered, “President Qin, don’t open your eyes. I have something to give you.”

The cool silk of the tie blocked her vision, and then she felt something press against her forehead—something encircling her hair.

Immediately after, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, and scorching lips pressed against her cheek.

“President Qin, you smell like someone else’s perfume. Where did you go today?”