Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 7

Qin Jue thought she hadn’t heard clearly, so she repeated herself.

“I said, from now on, you belong to me. I spent over 200 million to terminate your contract—enough to buy out the rest of your life. You can’t get close to anyone else, and you can’t do anything I disapprove of. You are my property.”

The system nodded eagerly.

Yes, exactly like this.

Bully her, provoke her, watch the protagonist suppress her emotions, watch her transform through suffering.

Lin Yuebai seemed utterly unable to comprehend Qin Jue and the system’s silent expectations. She simply nodded and said,

“I understand.”

A faint, shy smile appeared on her lips.

What exactly did she understand?

In Qin Jue’s mind, the system twisted into a suspicious question mark.

Had the host not made herself clear enough?

Why wasn’t the protagonist trembling in pain? Why weren’t her eyes red from holding back? Why was she smiling at her?

The system and Qin Jue locked eyes in their shared consciousness, both seeing confusion reflected in the other.

After a moment of silence, Qin Jue withdrew her finger from Lin Yuebai’s lips and casually picked up a gold tube of lipstick. Tilting Lin Yuebai’s chin up, she carefully traced the outline of her lips with the lipstick.

Yet Qin Jue hadn’t expected Lin Yuebai to simply accept it so readily, leaving her at a loss for how to proceed.

Outside the door, Zhuang Lan waited and waited, but the makeup room door remained shut. The makeup artist shot her a questioning look.

Zhuang Lan called out softly, “Yuebai? It’s almost time for the shoot.”

She had seen Qin Jue enter earlier, and her heart clenched with worry.

Everyone in the industry knew Qin Jue’s reputation—not just within the business, but even in tabloid gossip.

Those who caught this heiress’s eye would be lucky to escape unscathed.

Zhuang Lan knocked twice more, but there was still no response from inside.

Perhaps because the door wasn’t fully closed, on the third knock, it swung open slightly.

The room was silent. Qin Jue leaned against the vanity, slowly twisting the lipstick up, while the other girl sat obediently on the makeup stool before her, head slightly raised, eyes half-lidded, lips pressed together nervously.

“I heard someone outside,” Lin Yuebai murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

The hand holding the lipstick had distinct, slender knuckles—not soft, but strong and sinewy, the kind of hand that exuded power and would look perfect adorned with rings.

“Don’t move. Almost done.”

Zhuang Lan gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

Her pupils shook, and her grip on her phone trembled slightly.

This was the makeup room—people came and went outside. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

How could Qin Jue dare?

The red lipstick touched Lin Yuebai’s soft lips, leaving behind a vivid, glossy stain.

It didn’t seem like just a lipstick—it was as if a red-tipped finger were pressing against another girl’s lips, teasing them with just the right amount of pressure, enacting some private torment only the two of them understood.

The gold tube Qin Jue held looked less like a lipstick and more like a pope’s scepter, marking a believer with an indelible sign.

And Lin Yuebai, forced to endure the application, could only part her lips slightly, making it easier for her.

Qin Jue lowered her lashes, her eyes shadowed and unreadable.

System: “In the original plot, as the villain, you need to openly humiliate the protagonist while being observed by others, making it clear that the protagonist is your possession, and forcing them to feel ashamed in front of acquaintances!”

The system faintly sensed something was off, but it also detected Lin Yuebai’s abnormally rapid heart rate,

And the manager secretly watching from the doorway.

Lin Yuebai’s back stiffened, her palms breaking into a fine sweat.

She knew all too well this was a form of degradation.

As the person before her had said—they’d paid her penalty fees, secured her lipstick endorsement, and ensured “Forensic Mysteries” could air. Naturally, they expected compensation in return.

She was trapped like fish on a chopping block.

Compared to being harassed by some greasy, lecherous company executive, Qin Jue merely applying lipstick for her was already showing remarkable restraint.

Lin Yuebai hated being touched, and she especially disliked having to look up at someone.

Every inch of her radiated resistance, yet her body involuntarily leaned forward, making it easier for the lipstick application.

The torment continued until her tormentor grew bored, casually tossing the golden lipstick tube aside.

“Won’t disturb your commercial shoot any longer,”

Qin Jue bent down, using her soft thumb to stroke Lin Yuebai’s cheek, tilting the woman’s chin to meet her gaze.

Her cascading hair fell like a curtain, blocking outsiders’ view.

Her movements were gentle, almost like lovers whispering sweet nothings.

“Our Team Aurora leader has her own career to focus on, doesn’t she?”

Lin Yuebai’s heart rate peaked at that moment, creating a suffocating sense of oxygen deprivation.

When she tried to speak, no sound emerged from her throat.

“Mmm.”

Qin Jue seemed pleased by her docile response and left after pushing the door open.

Contrary to Lin Yuebai’s assumption that she’d left satisfied, Qin Jue stood alone in the empty restroom, splashing cold water on her face.

Her mind was quietly collapsing.

Qin Jue thought desperately: “Can I not do such cringey moves next time? I looked like a sexual harassment creep just now!”

System: “In the original plot, you were supposed to stick your fingers in the protagonist’s mouth. I didn’t even force you to complete that—I went easy on you.”

The system grumbled, “Besides, you didn’t grip hard at all. There aren’t even visible bruises on Lin Yuebai’s chin like in the original story.”

Qin Jue said: “She has a commercial to shoot soon. We can’t ruin her makeup.”

System: “You keep considering the protagonist’s situation—are you even a proper villain?”

Qin Jue had no rebuttal. She splashed more cold water to cool down.

System: “In the original story, the villain had no boundaries—not just targeting girls but also getting involved with male idol group members. According to system calculations, you need physical contact lasting over 20 seconds with a certain male idol, strong enough to trigger intense emotional fluctuations.”

The system emphasized, “This is crucial plot. Fail to complete it, and I’ll electrocute you—no amount of cupcake bribes will help.”

Before transmigrating, Qin Jue had always been exclusively attracted to women. She’d realized her preference for girls when she came of age, though she’d never met the right person in reality. Combined with her demanding career during its upward trajectory, she’d never considered dating.

Men had confessed to her before, but she’d rejected them all.

She neither liked men nor had any plans for romance or marriage.

Her ambition had reached outrageous levels—otherwise she wouldn’t be reading this no-romance novel.

Qin Jue pressed her throbbing temples and wiped the cold water from her face with a tissue.

“Got it.”

……

Perhaps because of Qin Jue’s earlier intimate interaction with her, Lin Yuebai’s emotions were perfectly aligned, making the photoshoot go exceptionally smoothly.

The studio lights blazed brilliantly, as if gathering all the brilliance in the world onto Lin Yuebai.

She wore a sharply tailored black evening gown—the deep V-neckline accentuating her delicate collarbones, the slit rising mid-thigh—yet under the lens, it didn’t come off as vulgar, instead showcasing her flawless figure to perfection.

The girl in the frame lightly picked up the lipstick, slightly parted her lips, and traced the outline of her lips in the air with the lipstick.

At the moment her gaze turned slightly hazy, she flicked the tip of her tongue lightly against her lips.

Aurora had previously leaned toward a youthful, girlish aesthetic, but Qin Jue believed Lin Yuebai suited a more mature style far better.

Behind the camera, Zhuang Lan nodded repeatedly.

“Excellent, excellent—she’s definitely going to blow up. Make sure to print plenty of posters.”

Having worked in the entertainment industry for years, Zhuang Lan could tell at a glance which artists were destined for stardom.

She couldn’t help but sigh—Lin Yuebai’s former boss had been unbelievably foolish, diverting funds meant for promoting her to some so-called boy group. Now that boy group was languishing in mediocrity, their commercial value propped up solely by a few big-spending fans. On paper, their numbers looked decent, but once actual endorsement deals were signed, it became clear that their previous “success” was just a facade.

After several such incidents, the boy group’s commercial value plummeted.

Zhuang Lan raised her camera and snapped a few candid shots of Lin Yuebai during her break, posting them on Weibo.

@LinYuebai: [Image]

“OHHHHHHHH BLACK DRESS SIS IS SO GORGEOUS WAHHHHH WHY IS SHE STILL SO THIN @StarlightEnt????? YOU JUST SIGNED HER AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN FEEDING HER PROPERLY?????”

“@StarlightEnt, be decent for once. How long has it been since your last announcement about Lin Yuebai’s poor health, and now you’re already making her work again??? Treating her like a money-making machine, huh (though I’ll buy everything anyway.”

“I always thought Little Moon didn’t suit the sweet girl-next-door vibe. Her mature forensic examiner role in Forensic Mysteries was perfect for her—please keep this up!!”

“Who took these photos? Why only side profiles??? If you can’t do your job right, plenty of others can (dog head).”

Their time in the studio was limited, so Lin Yuebai had to leave quickly after finishing—another artist was scheduled for a skincare shoot next.

As Zhuang Lan adjusted Lin Yuebai’s dress, she showed her the candid shots while walking forward.

Before they could exit, they ran headlong into another group.

Five or six boy band members strode at the center, flanked by assistants on either side—an entourage in full force.

At the front was a young man with blond hair, his demeanor starkly different from the gentle image he projected on camera. Off-screen, his eyes carried an unshakable sharpness.

“Well, well—if it isn’t Sister Yuebai? Your manager said you’re under President Qin now. What, she couldn’t even spare you a few more assistants?”

The blond leader looked Lin Yuebai up and down. “Just one manager tagging along? I almost mistook both of you for staff.”

“It seems President Qin doesn’t think much of you either. Could it be you didn’t serve her well enough? Then again, someone like President Qin would naturally look down on the likes of you, groveling at her doorstep.”

A burst of mocking laughter rose behind her.

Lin Yuebai stood quietly in the corridor. She knew exactly why these people despised her—because they too had tried to curry favor with Qin Jue, only to be rejected.

The blond team leader leaned down as he passed by, whispering in her ear, “How pitiful, the once glorious Captain Aurora. I suggest you share some of that ‘service money’ from President Qin with your parents. Save them the embarrassment of making scenes outside the agency.”

“Those who can’t bring enough profit to the company should just scram and free up valuable resources.”

“Honestly, you should wear less and make your dance moves more suggestive. Plenty of male fans would eat that up. Then you could sell some private videos and photos—”

Another wave of cruel laughter followed.

Lin Yuebai’s face drained of color. Her rosy lips, paired with those unfathomably dark eyes, took on an icy chill.

Male idol groups sold far better than female ones domestically. The company executives, eyeing the lucrative boy band market, had hastily cobbled together this current group through imitation. After some flashy marketing, they’d debuted purely for profit.

As the blond leader opened his mouth to continue, a searing pain exploded across his cheek.

The next instant, an iron grip seized his chin, leaving immediate bruises. The six-foot-tall man was forced to bend down, his terrified gaze meeting a pair of dark amber eyes.

“You—!”

Qin Jue thought to her system, “Twenty seconds of physical contact, right? Start the countdown.”

That slap had held nothing back—enough to draw bl00d from the corner of the man’s mouth.

Qin Jue’s voice was glacial. “Is this how you speak to your senior?”

“Apologize.”

The system: !!!

This is what you meant by intimate contact?!