Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 8

Qin Jue seemed genuinely worried about failing the 20-second intimate contact task. She removed her hand from the blond man’s chin, wiped it with a disinfectant wipe in disgust, and then kicked him hard in the leg.

High heels made the kick especially painful.

The blond man instantly fell to the ground, looking at Qin Jue and Lin Yuebai with terror.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Sister Yuebai, I shouldn’t have run my mouth just now…”

Zhuang Lan’s first instinct was to shield Lin Yuebai behind her, but then she realized—with Qin Jue here, who could possibly harm her artist?

Qin Jue pressed the tip of her black high heel into the man’s thigh and ground it forcefully.

The system stammered, “Enough, enough, that’s more than enough.”

Qin Jue: “Really enough?”

The system: “…It’s already past 20 seconds. Mission complete.”

Qin Jue sighed regretfully. “I wanted to do it a few more times.”

The system: “…”

The system was surprised this even counted.

Qin Jue discovered that the system’s judgment criteria were incredibly simplistic—so-called “intimate contact” only required skin-to-skin touch.

A palm touching a cheek—wasn’t that skin-to-skin contact?

Fingers grazing a chin—now that was downright ambiguous.

If you ignored the fact that the blond man was covered in injuries, that is…

While internally bantering with the system, Qin Jue’s expression remained icy. It darkened further when she glanced at Lin Yuebai.

“You just stood there and let someone bully you?”

Step by step, Qin Jue approached Lin Yuebai. She tossed the used alcohol wipe casually into the trash bin in the corner.

Her already fair and powerful fingers now glistened faintly with moisture.

Lin Yuebai had indeed been angry earlier, but her nature was to endure silently.

Unless pushed to the brink, she never showed it.

Her parents, having failed to extort money from her, had gone to her agency instead…

A deep sense of helplessness weighed on Lin Yuebai. Her family was a bottomless pit. She had already repaid the cost of her upbringing many times over, yet they remained unsatisfied.

Lin Yuebai had no intention of yielding. Thanks to her drama and endorsement earnings already deposited in her account, she could afford to pay—she just didn’t want to.

This money was earned through her own hard work.

Lin Yuebai lifted her gaze to meet Qin Jue’s indifferent eyes. In the past, she would have been frightened by now, but an unusual thought crossed her mind.

Had she just been… protected?

Had President Qin been standing up for her?

Qin Jue: “You have time to space out right now?”

Lin Yuebai blinked, realizing she’d been lost in thought about the other woman, and finally shook her head.

“Thank you.”

The system, recovering from its earlier bewilderment, checked the protagonist’s emotions and found something amiss.

“Shouldn’t the protagonist be terrified and helpless at your violent image???”

“In the original plot, there’s a scene where the villain, displeased by the protagonist being hit on, smashes a liquor bottle over the cannon fodder’s head, scaring the protagonist half to death.”

Qin Jue: “…Maybe it’s because I didn’t use a liquor bottle this time?”

The system agreed: “When we get to that part later, try using a bottle?”

After some discussion, the system and its host concluded that the bottle must be the key.

Contrary to Qin Jue’s expectations, Lin Yuebai obediently stepped closer and hooked her pinky finger around Qin Jue’s.

“Just now, my agent told me that the lipstick commercial needs to pass review before it can air. The review process is quite tedious, and if it doesn’t pass… I currently don’t have any commercial deals at all.”

Lin Yuebai walked beside Qin Jue, dressed in a black high-slit dress.

She naturally knew what the other party wanted. She glanced down at the blond team leader who had fallen to the ground, then averted her gaze.

The dense crowd parted like the Red Sea, making way for the widest path.

Qin Jue felt a twinge of guilt, but due to circumstances, she couldn’t show it.

“Were you scared just now?”

She noticed Lin Yuebai’s noticeably pale face. “Getting scared so easily, how pathetic.”

The current protagonist was still somewhat immature, not yet grown into the unflappable person she would become later.

Every cell in Lin Yuebai’s body was screaming at her to be afraid, to run away.

Even when she saw Qin Jue’s hands, she couldn’t help imagining how much it would hurt if those slaps landed on her face.

But now, Lin Yuebai suppressed all her terror.

“I’ll be more careful in the future. About the commercial…”

Lin Yuebai got into the back seat of the car. President Qin had changed cars again—this time to a more business-oriented MPV with spacious interiors. The second-row seats were first-class quality, favored by many high-profile celebrities in the industry. The soundproofing and entertainment system were excellent, providing ultimate privacy.

Qin Jue took the car keys from her bag and tossed them onto Lin Yuebai.

“It’s yours.”

Lin Yuebai suddenly felt something cold in her hands, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes widening in surprise.

She hadn’t even begged for the lipstick commercial to air smoothly, and now she was being given a car?

In the later parts of the novel, Lin Yuebai would buy this car herself, but Qin Jue felt she shouldn’t have to go through so much hardship just to obtain a vehicle for daily use.

Unlike the system’s rigidity, Qin Jue hoped Lin Yuebai’s path wouldn’t be so difficult.

When she had read the book, she had felt sympathy for Lin Yuebai.

Qin Jue leaned back in the second row, casually pulling out a tablet to work.

“There are clothes in the back. Change here. You’re coming with me to a drinking engagement.”

The clothes were placed in a paper bag, atop which sat a small coconut cake.

Qin Jue rested her chin on one hand, glancing sideways as Lin Yuebai took small bites of the cake. She wasn’t cowering in the corner like a frightened rabbit anymore—she was now willingly eating the food offered to her.

A sign she was starting to warm up.

Following the villain’s persona, Qin Jue said, “You’d better understand your place. You’re just a kept lover of mine. Being taken out to meet people is an honor for you. Know your place.”

Qin Jue’s fingers gripping the tablet trembled slightly.

What an embarrassing line to say.

The system nodded in satisfaction. “Good delivery. You need to fiercely express your possessiveness over the protagonist in front of others, so everyone knows she belongs to you.”

The system noticed the light had completely drained from the host’s eyes.

Belongs to her…

Did being someone’s possession come with cake?

Lin Yuebai obediently replied, “You’re absolutely right.”

The coconut cake was delicious, but one was too small—she secretly wanted another.

The system’s glow flickered for a moment.

Right about what? You weren’t this compliant in the original!

The system couldn’t figure out why the protagonist was acting differently from the original story, but since it detected emotional fluctuations in Lin Yuebai’s heart, it supposed this counted as acceptable.

Lin Yuebai changed into a long dress, layered with a lightweight yet warm beige cashmere coat.

The outfit fit perfectly, tailored to her measurements—not revealing, but elegant, like a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.

During the entire process of changing, Qin Jue didn’t spare her a single glance. Even when Lin Yuebai deliberately turned her back toward her, Qin Jue remained indifferent, engrossed in the company documents in her hands.

Her mother had left her a venture capital firm, which meant Qin Jue was well-versed in the financial ups and downs of many companies on the market.

However, the original owner of this body had been too preoccupied with indulgence and never bothered with business matters, leaving some assets outside her control.

Her mother had passed away early, and her so-called father had illegitimate children outside—one of whom was just as ambitious as he was.

By the time she had sorted through the work at hand, the car had already stopped in front of a private club.

Qin Jue tucked her tablet into her bag and reached out to take the protagonist’s hand. In the original plot, the villain treated the protagonist as her possession, always interlocking their fingers as if to flaunt that Lin Yuebai was her latest plaything.

The system projected the original dialogue in front of Qin Jue’s eyes.

She clasped Lin Yuebai’s hand and pulled her close. “Remember what you need from me. Be good.”

Mentally apologizing for the intrusion, Qin Jue tugged her even closer. “I like obedient girls.”

Inside the private room were Qin Jue’s usual crowd of dubious friends. The moment they saw her, they erupted in rowdy cheers.

One of them shouted, “Another new girl? Isn’t this the hot forensic doctor everyone’s talking about? You actually got her? Damn, Qin Jue, you’re something else.”

Qin Jue’s gaze remained cool. “She’s my girlfriend. My only girlfriend.”