Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 20

Haunted by her own guilt, Yan He kept Xiao Qi up talking until five in the morning before finally falling asleep.

She nearly failed her “sharing a bed” mission.

The robotic, machine-like voice that chimed at six sharp didn’t wake her, nor did her alarm.

What jolted her awake was the notification: “Qi Xingwan’s Favorability -10.”

Yan He slowly opened her left eye and glanced at the time: 7:59 AM.

Crap!

She bolted to the bathroom to wash up, moving with the urgency of someone whose pants were on fire.

It had been ages since she’d felt this frantic, like she was rushing into battle. She brushed her teeth while changing, only realizing she’d squeezed face wash onto her toothbrush when she put it in her mouth.

No time to fix it. Yan He splashed water on her face, grabbed her phone, and dashed out the door. As she hurried down the stairs, she considered jumping but feared breaking a leg.

The production crew was arriving today to film the pilot episode, and Yan He had specifically instructed the servants not to disturb them.

Hearing the commotion, everyone downstairs looked up.

Yan He’s jaw dropped. Well, well, while she was gone, Shen Tinglan and Qi Xingwan were already sitting together at breakfast.

The two women sat facing each other at the small dining table, chatting and laughing, surrounded by crew members filming with cameras. The atmosphere was positively sickeningly sweet.

Just as Yan He was about to speak, her foot slipped, sending her sprawling. Happy New Year, everyone!

Qi Xingwan, noticing Yan He’s mismatched shoes, stared in confusion: “???”

Shen Tinglan’s eyes lit up. She darted to her friend’s side and raised a hand. “Rise, my loyal subject.”

“Get lost,” Yan He snapped.

Shen Tinglan, sensing the moment, quickly grabbed a plate for her. “Breakfast was made by my sister-in-law. It’s delicious! You have to try it.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Yan He asked, reaching for a sandwich, her gaze fixed on Qi Xingwan.

“I did try to wake you,” Qi Xingwan replied calmly, sipping her milk. “You told me to get lost.”

Ah, this…

She’s got quite the nerve.

Yan He forced an awkward smile and glared at Shen Tinglan.

“Me?” Shen Tinglan pointed at herself in disbelief. “Wouldn’t it be weird for me to barge into your bedroom? What if—um, you know?”

Yan He’s brow twitched. She grabbed a sandwich and shoved it into Shen Tinglan’s mouth. “Ha ha, if you like it, have more!”

Close call. Almost ruined my reputation.

Yan He sighed in relief and asked between bites, “Have you all eaten? The kitchen’s in the back, there’s food inside.”

The staff exchanged awkward glances.

“We’ve already eaten, thank you, Miss Yan,” the group leader replied.

“Oh,” Yan He said. “Then spread out a bit. You’re all crowding around like you’re watching monkeys at the zoo… Can’t you just watch without drooling?”

Qi Xingwan hesitated, then decided to remind her, “We’re live-streaming.”

Yan He: “!!!”

Hahaha, the only group to oversleep! Classic Second Miss!

The God of Wealth’s Beloved: “Get Lost”

Old Corpse, why won’t you let my Dung Beetle play with you? After hitting someone yesterday, my child came home crying, saying they wanted to get a driver’s license. Are you helping that cockroach who runs red lights every day bully my kid? Damn you all! I’m going to fill your entire neighborhood’s sewers with sh1t!

Yan He’s personal actions have nothing to do with Qi Xingwan. My sister is still very professional.

Then who made Yan He unable to get up this morning?

Who could it be? It’s so hard to guess~

I know! It’s the hit-and-run Dung Beetle!

Wait, is this Yan He’s actual comment? Her kids are already this old?!

2+1, right? I heard Yan He gets pretty wild in private~

Spreading rumors is illegal. Evidence has been collected.

Ooh, did we hit a nerve with your precious Best Actress? Looks like she’s the one with the 2+1!

The live comments erupted into chaos, while the living room remained eerily silent.

Yan He initially maintained a refined image, taking small, delicate bites, eating only one type of food at a time.

But sensing the threat of Shen Tinglan’s rapid eating pace, she swiftly abandoned all pretense and began devouring her food like a wild boar.

Shen Tinglan hadn’t always been like this. After countless instances of having her food snatched away in the past two days, she had finally evolved into a werewolf-like glutton.

The group moderator wanted to move the segment along, but she didn’t dare interrupt the two Misses. She could only cast pleading glances at Qi Xingwan for help.

Qi Xingwan intercepted half a boiled egg and placed it in Shen Tinglan’s bowl.

Shen Tinglan beamed. “Thank you, Sister-in-law!”

Yan He’s heart shattered. “You’re helping her?!”

Even if they weren’t romantically involved, shouldn’t there be some respect for seniority? Shen Tinglan was just a latecomer, a drunkard—why did she get half a boiled egg more than me?

Qi Xingwan summoned her Best Actress skills, gently patting Yan He’s hand. “We’re filming the show now. I’ll make you some tomorrow.”

Yan He had been in this world for nearly a week, and this was the first time the Favorability Meter had spoken to her so kindly.

To be honest, it was terrifying, like the slow, deliberate chop of a knife cutting meat.

But remembering Qi Xingwan’s instructions from last night, Yan He understood: it was all an act.

Yan He smoothly picked up the thread. “Then you’ll be in charge of cooking from now on.”

Hearing this, Qi Xingwan suddenly felt relieved.

The personality with the intellectual disability was still present, and the original personality wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.

Hopefully, it never comes back.

“Miss Yan, Teacher Qi, here’s a form for you both to fill out.” The host led them to the sofa area to review the schedule. “Sit at opposite ends and don’t communicate.”

Yan He glanced down at the form:

Intimate Relationship Assessment

As any student knows, when a student meticulously writes out the word “Answer” stroke by stroke, it means that’s all they know how to write for the entire question.

Unfortunately, on this form, Yan He only knew how to write her name.

She couldn’t even answer the first question:

What are your and your lover’s favorite and least favorite foods?

Yan He:  Xiao Qi! Quick, check the book!

007:  Chapter 3 of the original work mentions that the Female Lead’s least favorite food is peanuts. The author hasn’t specified any other preferences, Host. You’ll have to improvise.

Yan He:  So I have to make it up?

007:  Based on recent observation data, your favorite food should be corn.

Yan He’s scalp tingled. She raised her hand and asked, “I have a question. If I fail, will you call my parents?”

Host: “? No.”

Yan He pressed her luck: “Then can I cheat?”

Live Comments: ???

When the host drew this group of guests, he had anticipated how to handle Yan He’s notorious arrogance and bullying. But he never imagined she would so brazenly admit she wanted to cheat, not even bothering to pretend.

“Miss Yan, this question must be answered individually.”

“Damn it!” Yan He clenched her fist, frustrated. “If I’d known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have consulted so many ‘expert’ advisors when trying to win her over.”

Yan He: Look how clever I am! I’ve already thought of a way out.

007: If only you’d apply that cleverness to the right things.

Yan He: Like what?

007: Conquering the Female Lead.

Heh, as if I don’t want to! It’s that damn progress bar on the scoring device that refuses to budge!

Yan He: Enough talk. Hurry up and flip through the book. Get as much as you can.

Fortunately, the original novel did mention this mini-quiz, albeit briefly. Every point counted—when you’re taking the test completely unprepared, you can’t afford to be picky.

15. What are the scents of your and your lover’s pheromones? Do you like their pheromone scent?

Yan He and Qi Xingwan froze simultaneously, glancing up at each other.

Their gazes met briefly before returning to their papers.

Qi Xingwan’s fingers tightened around her pen as she wrote a few words.