Scumbag Woman, But Pampering My Wife - Chapter 9

Qin Jue’s single utterance of “girlfriend”
not only startled Lin Yuebai but also gave the system a shock.

All sounds in the private room came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had pressed pause.

The system screamed inside Qin Jue’s head, “Girlfriend?! Which part of the script I gave you said anything about a girlfriend?!”

Fuming, the system spun around in Qin Jue’s mind, itching to give her a piece of its mind right then and there.

Qin Jue offered no defense for her words and simply asked the system to project the next segment of the plot in front of her.

The system grumbled, “You better complete the mission properly. Every bit of humiliation inflicted on the protagonist now will contribute to her growth later.”

The system’s logic was simple and crude—just like the book described, the more hardships one endured, the stronger and more resilient they would become.

But Qin Jue didn’t see it that way.

Perhaps because she had suffered enough herself, she had no desire to inflict that kind of pain on others.

Naturally, the system couldn’t grasp Qin Jue’s thoughts and projected a lengthy segment of the plot before her.

After reading it, Qin Jue’s lips twitched slightly. “Got it.”

The system let out a villainous cackle inside Qin Jue’s head.

“In the original plot, the antagonist never treated Lin Yuebai as an equal. Not only did she verbally and physically abuse her, but she also forced her to feed her wine mouth-to-mouth in front of everyone.”

The system continued, “During this wine-feeding scene, there must be at least 20 seconds of skin contact. You must deliver the classic line: ‘Good girl, being by my side is a privilege for you. Don’t push your luck—there’s plenty of suffering waiting for you later.'”

Qin Jue: “…”

Qin Jue took her seat. Dressed in a loose black suit today, she gripped Lin Yuebai’s wrist with her black leather-gloved hand and pulled her close.

The private room was spacious and lavish, its decor screaming extravagance—though Qin Jue found it a bit tacky. The dazzling chandelier overhead cast brilliant light, each crystal pendant polished to a sparkling shine.

Artworks of indeterminate value hung on the walls, and high heels sank into the plush carpet as if stepping on clouds.

Lin Yuebai had been to places like this before, but she never belonged.

The spoiled rich kids lounging around Qin Jue reclined lazily on the couches, their flashy brand logos glaringly large, bracelets glinting coldly under the lights.

Most people would feel out of place in such a setting, but Lin Yuebai harbored a peculiar thought.

It wasn’t as nice as Qin Jue’s home.

“Come on, let’s toast to our CEO Qin!”

A rich kid sitting beside Qin Jue raised a glass of red wine, winking at her.

“CEO Qin hasn’t partied with us in ages. We were starting to think some little vixen had stolen your heart.”

“Shut it! Didn’t you hear? She just said ‘girlfriend,’ not ‘little vixen.’”

“Yeah, yeah, girlfriend,” another chimed in teasingly. “Our CEO Qin’s status is different from ours. She’s the sole heir of the Qin family—must be busy with corporate work lately.”

The crowd around them echoed the sentiment, and before long, a glass of wine found its way into Qin Jue’s hand.

The accompanying models—both men and women, dressed provocatively with sultry figures—flitted among the rich kids with practiced ease, pouring drinks and lighting cigarettes.

The atmosphere reeked of decadence.

The light from the crystal chandelier overhead suddenly dimmed as deafening music erupted from the speakers by the dance floor on one side of the private room, accompanied by a kaleidoscope of colored lights.

Qin Jue took a sip of her drink. “I’ve indeed been quite busy.”

She lounged lazily against the sofa, her eyes unusually clear—as if existing on a different plane from this chaotic scene of revelry. One of her hands remained firmly placed on Lin Yuebai’s waist.

The presence of that hand was overwhelming. Through the fabric of clothing, it occasionally kneaded and pressed against the curve of her waist and abdomen, making half of Lin Yuebai’s body feel weak.

Taking advantage of the rich second-generation heirs being preoccupied with their own amusements, Qin Jue hadn’t forgotten the system’s requirement:

20 seconds of skin contact.

Or feeding her alcohol.

When she’d read this novel, she hadn’t realized how despicable this scene would feel.

The original story did include this segment—except the antagonist had been pushed away by Lin Yuebai the moment she tried to touch her lips.

Lin Yuebai couldn’t handle alcohol; even a slight amount would leave her completely intoxicated.

Because the original antagonist failed in her attempt, she later blocked one of Lin Yuebai’s resources out of spite, preventing her from auditioning for what would have been a massively popular drama.

The red-haired heir who had just toasted Qin Jue noticed the commotion.

“Yuebai, where are your manners? You should be pouring drinks for President Qin! Look at her empty glass—how inappropriate is that?”

A model sitting beside the red-haired heir giggled. Lin Yuebai studied her briefly, recognizing her as some internet celebrity.

“Exactly! Are you expecting President Qin to serve you instead? How shameless.”

Qin Jue leaned back on the sofa, half-lidded eyes watching some idiot throwing money around on the dance floor.

She thought to herself how low-class the rich kids the original owner associated with were. The friends she’d made before transmigrating into this novel would never engage in such tasteless antics.

Probably because Qin Jue had always been career-driven no matter where she went. Even after achieving moderate success in the industry, she never rested on her laurels—so all her acquaintances were equally ambitious.

Even during casual dinners, their conversations revolved around industry trends.

Lin Yuebai’s face paled momentarily before she obediently picked up a bottle of red wine and poured it into Qin Jue’s glass.

“President Qin.”

“You can call me by my name.”

Amid the noisy music, Qin Jue’s voice was just loud enough for Lin Yuebai to hear.

“That wouldn’t be proper.”

The young woman’s posture as she bent to pour the wine was stiff, as if she’d never done anything like this before.

In this private room, she knew no one except Qin Jue.

Qin Jue had become her only refuge—except now, even this so-called refuge was about to violate her.

Qin Jue silently apologized in her heart before suddenly pulling Lin Yuebai’s wrist, yanking her onto her lap.

“Sit properly.”

The abrupt weightlessness nearly made Lin Yuebai scream, drawing cheers from those around them.

Seated in the shadows, Qin Jue’s expression was hard to discern—but she resembled nothing so much as a dangerous big cat lurking in the darkness.

Lin Yuebai’s heart pounded violently in her throat.

Not here, please…

Her back trembled slightly with fear. Thanks to being well-cared for these past few days, her cheeks had filled out slightly—but now they were drained of color.

No.

Lin Yuebai prayed silently in her heart.

“Qin Jue, let’s not do this here. We can go back, and I’ll let you do whatever you want then.”

Perhaps because she’d been treated kindly these past days, Lin Yuebai had almost forgotten her place.

She was never the official girlfriend—just a kept mistress.

Unworthy of public acknowledgment, cheap, and contemptible.

Lin Yuebai felt the hand resting on her waist, fingers lightly teasing the soft flesh there.

Her dress had ridden up from her awkward position, leaving only the draped coat to shield her from prying eyes.

Nervousness coated her back in a cold sweat.

The dark crimson liquid swirling in Qin Jue’s wineglass didn’t look like wine—more like bl00d.

As if she were a vampire, thirsting for the bl00d of a young girl.

The thought sent a shiver down Lin Yuebai’s spine.

Unaware that her frightened expression made her look like a bristling kitten waiting to be soothed.

Qin Jue raised her glass, silently apologizing in her heart:

“She’s been sitting on my lap for less than twenty seconds—does that not count as close contact?”

System verdict: Failure.

Qin Jue: “…”

Lin Yuebai is going to make me pay for this later.

Suppressing her emotions, Qin Jue kept her face impassive, only the faintest curve lifting the corner of her lips.

“If you’re pouring wine, at least show some sincerity.”

Her voice was so soft only Lin Yuebai could hear it over the clamor of music.

The stem of the glass pressed against Lin Yuebai’s soft lips, forcing her to take a sip.

The rich flavor spread across her tongue.

“Hold it in your mouth.”

Qin Jue’s command was calm.

The ruby-red wine exuded an intoxicating aroma. Lin Yuebai’s gaze lingered on Qin Jue’s fingers wrapped around the glass—slender, defined, not the fragile kind that might snap at a touch.

From Qin Jue’s perspective, the crimson wine trickled down the corner of Lin Yuebai’s lips. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lashes fluttering like the wings of a black butterfly.

Qin Jue: “Now, feed it to me.”

Lin Yuebai’s peach-blossom eyes widened in disbelief.

Qin Jue didn’t expect this to work—in the original plot, Lin Yuebai would have fled by now.

Probably after slapping her across the face first.

Qin Jue almost hoped the system would grant her pain immunity. A pretty girl like Lin Yuebai wouldn’t hold back.

But contrary to her expectations, Lin Yuebai leaned in, pressing her lips to Qin Jue’s.

A fleeting touch.

As she closed the distance, strands of Lin Yuebai’s hair lifted slightly, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

Her scent reached Qin Jue before the taste of wine did.

For a disorienting moment, Qin Jue wondered—if Lin Yuebai did slap her, would the fragrance arrive before the sting?

The warmth of wine, infused with Lin Yuebai’s breath, rushed over her. Qin Jue’s pulse spiked, her throat tightening as she swallowed nervously.

She was supposed to be the one in control, yet her heart was racing faster than Lin Yuebai’s.

Instinctively, Qin Jue parted her lips, accepting the wine still carrying the girl’s body heat.

It slid down her throat. She couldn’t tell if the sweetness came from the wine or from Lin Yuebai herself.

Her body stiffened, thoughts in disarray. She averted her gaze, not daring to meet Lin Yuebai’s eyes.

The pounding of her heart drowned out even the blaring music.

Five seconds left until twenty.

Every drop of wine had already passed into Qin Jue’s mouth.

Qin Jue’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Fortunately, she was in darkness—otherwise, her expression would have looked even more disheveled than Lin Yuebai’s.

At the peak of her distress, she still had to recite the system’s lines.

“Ahem, good child. Staying by my side is your good fortune. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit—later, you’ll suffer plenty.”

“Cough, cough—you, feed me another bite.”