Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 12

Yan He nodded vigorously.

Yes! That’s exactly how you should promote me from now on!

Qi Xingwan: “Before we got married, you promised not to interfere with my work. Remember?”

Yan He: “Mhm!”

“Immediately after we signed the contract, the director received breach-of-contract fees and your warning.”

Ouch… That’s a slap in the face.

Yan He blushed with shame.

Qi Xingwan smiled faintly. “But one day, when you were in a good mood, you said you wouldn’t stop me from filming if I agreed to your conditions.”

Yan He loved to play and was the Yan Family’s darling, never lacking bad company.

The entertainment industry was a playground for the wealthy and a hub of extravagance. With some effort, it was easy to find a few of Second Miss Yan’s “closest friends.”

Qi Xingwan didn’t know exactly how they did it, but they managed to get the contract passed through layers of intermediaries and onto Yan He’s drinking table.

At the time, they had only been married a short while, and such embarrassing incidents had only happened once. Yan He hadn’t yet flown into a rage. After the absurd events of their wedding night and the subsequent lectures from her mother and sister, she had become much more restrained in her actions.

Gossip is human nature, and Yan He and Qi Xingwan’s marriage was undoubtedly a major headline. It was only natural that TV crews would be interested. As the news spread within their social circle, Yan He’s usual sycophants saw their chance to fan the flames.

Yan He got drunk easily. Surrounded by voices boasting, urging her on, and expressing envy, she insisted on Qi Xingwan signing a contract that very night.

Qi Xingwan, being sensible, naturally refused.

Surprisingly, the entertainment agency, also eyeing the potential buzz, subtly pressured her to accept the variety show.

The rest was straightforward. They negotiated and reached an agreement: Qi Xingwan would accompany Yan He on the show and fully cooperate, while Yan He would no longer interfere with her acting projects.

Having never read the original novel, Yan He couldn’t trigger plot events to unlock the Original Host’s memories. She knew nothing, yet she boldly claimed everything.

“I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll support your career this time!”

Qi Xingwan released her hands, stepped closer, and gazed at the Alpha’s head. Suddenly, she recalled the stray dog she’d fed on set. “Do you have any conditions?”

Yan He shook her head.

“Then why are you suddenly being so… obedient?”

The Yan He she knew had never been easy to deal with. A shrewdness ingrained in her bones, honed by growing up among cunning business executives, was practically instinct.

Why am I being obedient? Don’t you, the living scoreboard, have any clue?

“Listening to your wife leads to success,” a celebrity once said. “I think it makes perfect sense,” Yan He said, hanging her head dejectedly. “I used to be disobedient. If I don’t turn over a new leaf, I’ll end up homeless, getting bitten by dogs.”

The Original Host nearly got mauled to death by dogs before being arrested QwQ

“Which celebrity said that? I’ve never heard of it,” Qi Xingwan said, racking her brain to recall any celebrity who might have said such a thing.

Could it be a newcomer who’s risen to fame in the past few months?

That doesn’t seem likely. Celebrities with families have a harder time gaining fans, and Yan He doesn’t strike me as someone who’d watch obscure variety shows.

“It’s a celebrity from my world,” Yan He said with a smile. “You’re probably just too obscure.”

Qi Xingwan: “…Yan He.”

Yan He immediately cowered. “Woof.”

Qi Xingwan: “???”

I don’t understand, but I respect it.

Qi Xingwan took a step back, her expression slightly disgusted. “But Grandma doesn’t approve of my job. You—”

“No problem,” Yan He said. “I’ll have someone cut off the internet at home. If anyone dares take her to an internet cafe, I’ll throw a tantrum, cry, and threaten to hang myself until the cafe owner goes bankrupt.” Her ideas kept coming. “Then I’ll bribe the family doctor to tell Mom that Grandma’s been watching too much TV, worsening her presbyopia and myopia. At her age, that could lead to serious health complications.”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

Qi Xingwan: What are the symptoms of a brain injury?

Gu Ye: ?

Gu Ye: Did that bastard hit you again?!

Gu Ye: Xingwan, domestic violence only happens zero times or countless times. You can’t keep enduring this! You have to report her!

Gu Ye: Your mother is still your mother, but you can’t sacrifice your entire life for filial piety!

Gu Ye’s messages kept popping up one after another, leaving Qi Xingwan no chance to type a response.

Before she could finish reading one message, the next one would appear.

Impatient for a reply, Gu Ye called her.

“Hello? Why aren’t you replying to my messages? Don’t blame me for being blunt, but we still haven’t found out who drugged you. Any sane person can see that the Cheng Family benefited the most from this!”

Qi Xingwan: “I was typing. You’re just too fast.”

“Of course I’m fast! I’ve had these messages saved in my clipboard for ages, just waiting for the right moment to send them to you.”

Qi Xingwan suddenly understood. So that’s how it works! No wonder I could never get a word in during our chats.

“Everyone has two faces, you know? Take Yan He, for example. She acted like such a virtuous lady the day you were drugged, remaining composed even with you in her arms. But after the wedding? She showed her true colors that very day and started hitting people!”

Not that she remained composed because she wanted to. She would have gladly taken advantage of the situation if she could, but she simply lacked the ability.

Qi Xingwan sneered inwardly. Who would have thought that the notoriously spoiled and arrogant Second Miss Yan of the Yan Family would suffer from a pheromone disorder?

Not only can she not mark Omegas, she can’t even exert the pheromone suppression that Alphas pride themselves on.

“Qi Xingwan! Are you even listening to me?”

Qi Xingwan: “I’m listening. It’s not like I’ve suffered brain damage.”

“Heaven has eyes! That bastard finally got jumped?! Which saintly benefactor did this good deed? I’m going to commission a golden statue in their honor!”