Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 28

Who said life doesn’t have an audience?

She was surrounded by melon-eating spectators, like melon-eating badgers in a field of gossip.

Under the scrutiny of so many onlookers, Yan He suddenly turned sentimental. “A’Cong is my beloved treasure! Whenever I’m feeling down or overwhelmed, only A’Cong can comfort me and give me courage.”

“Yan He! You—!” Du Yihan gritted his teeth. “You’re married!”

“So what if I’m married? Does marriage mean I can’t have my own private space?” Yan He planted her hands on her hips, striking a defiant pose. “A’Cong and I have been together for ten years! You think a mere marriage can make me abandon him? Is that fair to A’Cong?!”

Qi Xingwan closed her eyes, her emotions a tangled mess.

She knew something like this would happen.

Yan He’s quiet demeanor always meant trouble was brewing.

After staying silent the entire journey, she had been gathering her strength, now ready to lure the entire internet into her trap.

“Yan—”

“Old Qi…” Ke Wenxin rushed over, her eyes brimming with sympathy, and wrapped her arms around Qi Xingwan. “Your relatives are heartless! How could they force you to marry someone like this?!”

Qi Xingwan’s closed eyes were perfectly timed. Her friends assumed she was heartbroken and humiliated, trying to hold back tears. Each of them felt a pang of sympathy.

Zhou Yunuo shoved aside Mu Xu’s hand, which had been trying to restrain her, and rushed forward to hug Qi Xingwan. But when she got close, she realized there was no room—Ke Wenxin had already claimed the spot.

Fortunately, Zhou Yunuo had always been quick-witted. She simply circled around to Qi Xingwan’s back and wrapped her arms around her from behind.

Zhou Yunuo’s small mouth opened, and she unleashed a torrent of curses. “You bastard, Yan He! I was blind to praise you as talented yesterday! You’re a real piece of trash! If you love your stupid A’Cong so much, why did you agree to this marriage? Do you have no sense of responsibility? No conscience?!”

Since Yan He had already sunk to such shameless depths, Zhou Yunuo had nothing left to fear.

The group had come here precisely to trap Yan He, and now they all adopted righteous stances, grilling her with questions.

Sandwiched between them, Qi Xingwan struggled to speak. “A—”

“A’Cong is just a little pet I use to relieve stress and emotions,” Yan He said with a blissful smile. “Besides, I’ve been more into Xiao Mei lately. It’s more lively and adorable than A’Cong, and its singing is much better too.”

Qi Xingwan: “???” Was she raising beauty sponges at home?

Du Yihan’s vision darkened, his chest aching with fury. “Scumbag!”

Qi Xingwan: “Yihan—”

He Jiamu: “Animal.”

Ke Wenxin unleashed a broadside: “None of you Alphas are any good!”

Li Jin, once again caught in the crossfire, muttered, “Bastard.”

Mu Xu pursed his lips, took a step back, and distanced himself from the storm.

Zhou Yunuo noticed her movement, a cold smile twisting her lips. Just as she was about to speak, the “scumbag” himself came bounding over, grinning like an idiot.

“Qi Xingwan, look! They’re trying to break me and A’Cong up! It’s outrageous!”

The group: “You—”

Qi Xingwan’s voice held a hint of despair. “A’Cong is her pet onion.”

“???”

The live comments vanished for three seconds before being flooded with “???”.

Zhou Yunuo’s wide eyes widened further in confusion. “W-what kind of onion?”

Qi Xingwan: “The kind you eat, of course. She finds chopping onions therapeutic.”

Zhou Yunuo: “???”

Ke Wenxin released her, her hands and feet awkward with embarrassment. “You scared me to death! Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Qi Xingwan: “…I couldn’t get a word in.”

Du Yihan’s expression softened slightly. “Then what kind of food is Xiao Mei?”

“You’re the food! Xiao Mei is my islander. She’s a hamster named Meixue,” Yan He said, shaking her head and sighing. “I spent three hours refreshing the game and still couldn’t get a perfect island, and I lost Little Fatty too. Luckily, Xiao Mei was there to keep me company during my saddest moments.”

The veteran cadre member He Jiamu, confused, whispered to Du Yihan, “What’s the connection between Little Fatty and a hamster? Is she hallucinating?”

Du Yihan: “…I don’t know. It’s probably a game.”

Zhou Yunuo offered a sharp critique: “See? I told you her intelligence wasn’t quite normal.”

Ke Wenxin grinned at Qi Xingwan. “Your wife.”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

Qi: Not familiar. Don’t tag me.

Who cuts onions to relieve stress? I don’t get it. JPG.

Who invented Yan He? She’s actually pretty entertaining.

She’s doing this on purpose… Such a schemer! She’s definitely trying to incite netizens to bully Director Han online!

Am I the only one shipping them? Cold Best Actress & Onion Girl

Upstairs must be starving. What’s so compelling about those two?

Open your damn eyes and look properly! Qiqi is completely ignoring that Second-Generation Scion!

Bullshit! Qi Xingwan was clearly trying hard to explain herself!

So what’s this “Little Fatty” thing?

You guys just don’t understand Little Fatty’s charm!

Oh, the one doing the Switch commercials.

Does she have depression? That’s why she likes cutting onions to make herself cry.

Who? You mean that bouncy Yan He?

Not only is she bouncing around herself, but she also tried to drag Qi Xingwan into singing “Today’s a Good Day”… Absurd.JPG

This whole act is so damn annoying, just like my friend who’s always causing trouble unless I keep her in line…

The brief commotion quickly subsided.

Director Zhao, seeing the backend data, was so excited he wanted to turn the episode into a free-for-all brawl.

After all, Yan He had been acting like a total jerk the entire time, racking up maximum hate points.

The guests followed Director Zhao, who was playing the role of a tour guide, as they strolled through Love Town.

“Welcome to Love Town!” Director Zhao announced. “Here, the residents live simple lives with their loved ones, enjoying meals of coarse tea and plain rice, tending gardens, and fishing. They rise with the sun and rest at sunset, far from the city’s clamor.”

“Over the next few days, you’ll immerse yourselves in Love Town, reminiscing about your romantic memories and rediscovering the spark of your relationships.”

Director Zhao led the guests into a traditional-style house. “This house has four types of rooms,” he explained. “And wouldn’t you know it, we have exactly four couples! What a coincidence!”

Du Yihan & He Jiamu: “……”

Ke Wenxin & Li Jin: “……”

Yan He loudly quipped, “How long has she had this condition?”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

Zhou Yunuo chimed in, “I got goosebumps so bad one died of embarrassment. Can I claim that as a workplace injury?”

Mu Xusheng, playing along with dramatic flair, added, “What a coincidence! How will the rooms be assigned?”

“No rush,” Director Zhao said. “Let me give you a tour first.”

The residential building had a single entrance leading to a small courtyard, roughly thirty square meters in area.

Beyond the courtyard stood a two-story, retro-style building shaped like the Chinese character 口.

The ground floor living area was bright and spacious, with an open kitchen connected to a round table for eight. A serving counter extended from the kitchen to a long table where four people could squeeze together.

“Room A is on the second floor,” Director Zhao said, unlocking the door with a key. “Ta-da! A luxurious king-size suite!”

“The bathroom has separate wet and dry areas, and the south-facing balcony comes with a washing machine and dryer. There’s also a small sofa, desk, mini-fridge, air conditioning, and an extra-large wardrobe. Tempted yet? Want to stay?”

Yan He: “Director Zhao, did you used to work in sales?”

Zhou Yunuo: “Hard to say. Good luck to her.”

Yan He nodded. “Probably not, then.”

To deliver such a perfect sales pitch without any experience…

Yan He nudged Qi Xingwan’s arm, her voice earnest. “Look at Director Zhao’s full, rounded face. This guy has the makings of a sales champion! Terrifying!”

Qi Xingwan: “……” Where did she even learn this stuff?