Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 3

Qi Xingwan’s Favorability -40

Qi Xingwan’s Favorability -30

Qi Xingwan’s Favorability -20

Qi Xingwan’s Favorability -10

Yan He listened to the series of notifications about the female lead’s favorability plummeting and fell into deep thought.

This wasn’t part of my plan!

She swore to the heavens that her hands and mouth had acted independently of her brain—it was absolutely not intentional!

Bad habits are truly terrifying QwQ

Ding! Dialogue Performance Progress +1. Plot Performance Completed.

Unlocked Character Favorability Inquiry Function. Host can now check favorability at any time.

System Follow-Up Service Activated. 007 is at your service~

Yan He swallowed the curse that had risen to her lips. “So, you were originally planning to just dump me here and let me fend for myself?”

Triggering the plot automatically unlocks memories related to the Original Host. The world’s consciousness has automatically optimized details not explicitly described in the original work.

Yan He:  …Answer me.

007 awkwardly transformed into a ball of data.  We’re overwhelmed. The number of believers like you has been increasing exponentially in recent years. Ten system administrators have already crashed from overwork. White chrysanthemum emoji

Yan He felt a pang of guilt.  They—

“It’s fine. After the inspection, we’ll just swap out the chip and they can get back to work. We’ll treat these few hours of downtime as a New Year’s vacation.”

Yan He:  “……”

“Host, do you want to check Qi Xingwan’s current favorability rating?”

Yan He nodded. She desperately needed information about the female lead.

“Qi Xingwan’s current favorability rating: -∞”

Yan He:  “???”

007’s data visibly glitched, then transformed into a massive question mark.

“Don’t panic! It’s probably a bug!”

007 reverted to a jumble of code and hurried away.

The emperor wasn’t worried, but his eunuch was. Yan He, for her part, remained unconcerned.

There’s a world of difference between being the only one late and having a whole group of people late with you.

If the favorability rating had been a few hundred negative, Yan He would have cautiously tried to win the female lead’s favor.

If it had been a few thousand negative, she would have tirelessly grinded for favorability day and night.

But with the female lead’s favorability rating at negative infinity, she might as well peacefully pass away.

The oval vanity mirror reflected both their figures. Qi Xingwan watched Yan He’s expression shift repeatedly before she finally lifted her toothbrush cup and drained it in one gulp.

After finishing, she felt nothing amiss, and even wanted more.

Qi Xingwan lowered her gaze, watching the steady stream of water pour into the cup, her confusion deepening.

Even with a water purification system, unboiled water was unsafe to drink.

Humans couldn’t drink it, but pets could.

Yan He had intended to humiliate her this way, yet she herself was drinking it.

Qi Xingwan sneered inwardly. She’d better drink more and get a deadly illness.

Qi Xingwan’s favorability +1

Upon receiving the system notification, Yan He paused her hand under the faucet.

What does this mean?

Is she a cat? A grown woman still playing with water…

Yan He set down the toothbrush cup, cupped some water in her hand, and flicked it lightly onto Qi Xingwan’s face.

Qi Xingwan raised a hand to wipe away the droplets, glaring coldly at her.

Qi Xingwan’s favorability -10

Knowing she was in the wrong, Yan He shoved the full cup into Qi Xingwan’s hand, saying awkwardly, “Don’t be mad. Want to throw it back?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Qi Xingwan aimed the cup and forcefully splashed the water into Yan He’s face.

Splashing back would invite Yan He’s retaliation. Not splashing back would give Yan He an excuse to beat and berate her for disobedience.

Either way, the outcome was the same.

While Yan He wiped her face, Qi Xingwan broke free from her grasp, turned to face the corner, covered her head, and waited quietly.

Qi Xingwan’s favorability -50

The notification chimed, and Yan He stared blankly at the female lead huddled in the corner.

The synopsis had mentioned that the Original Host often took her anger out on Qi Xingwan.

Yet Qi Xingwan didn’t even try to escape the bathroom.

She simply crouched there, curled up, utterly silent.

Not even a curse escaped her lips.

Abuse and beatings—four simple words that summarized over a hundred thousand words, perhaps even more, of plot. But for the female lead, these words carried a weight heavier than Mount Tai.

Yan He’s heart clenched sharply, an indescribable ache flooding her chest.

In a daze, she seemed to see a frail figure, also clutching its head and huddled in a corner, gradually merging with the female lead.

Rubbing the corners of her stinging eyes, Yan He approached and spoke softly, “Qi Xingwan, let me help you apply the medicine, okay?”

Qi Xingwan had braced herself for the Alpha’s wrath and a beating, but nothing happened.

The volatile Alpha merely crouched beside her, moving with surprising gentleness, her gaze tender and almost pleading. It reminded Qi Xingwan of the stray dogs she used to feed on set.

Look, she’s acting again.

What’s she after this time?

The wounds on her body throbbed faintly, and her stomach, tormented by hunger, let out a weak protest. Qi Xingwan tugged at the corner of her lips and said, “Miss Yan, you’re no less impressive than a professionally trained performer.”

This was the longest sentence the female lead had spoken since Qi Xingwan had transmigrated into the novel.

Sarcastic, yet her voice was remarkably pleasant.

It reminded Yan He of the thin mist that drifted through the warm winter night, both ethereal and distant. Her voice, hoarse with weakness, carried a hint of raspiness, like a mournful melody plucked from a string, its notes weaving around the listener’s heart like the mist itself.

Yan He wasn’t angry at being insulted; she was actually a little pleased.

As a teacher-in-training who could deliver a flawless 45-minute live stream—performing singing, dancing, and rapping on the fly, all while maintaining perfect mic control and zero mishaps—she knew she surpassed most idols.

Qi Xingwan waited a moment. Seeing Yan He still lost in thought, seemingly with no intention of striking her, she cautiously rose to her feet and began moving toward the exit, leaning against the wall for support.

She moved slowly. Her knees, stiff and aching from kneeling for so long, felt like an old, poorly maintained machine forced into operation. The pain from the wound on her back intensified, and the gnawing hunger made it hard to breathe.

“Don’t go out,” the Alpha said, snapping out of her reverie. She blocked Qi Xingwan’s path, glanced at her wounds, and frowned. “Take a shower first. I’ll apply medicine afterward.”

Qi Xingwan’s favorability -100