Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 36

Ke Wenxin was deeply upset.

Not only had she failed to secure the house and lost face, but she had also fallen on her rear while packing.

It was truly a day of misfortune.

Leaving Li Jin to finish packing, she went out alone to find some amusement.

With Zhou Yunuo and Mu Xuyuan at the town’s elementary school, Yan He, being the closest, became Singer Ke’s target for entertainment.

As soon as Ke Wenxin entered the house, she flashed the staff ID she had snatched from the cameraman and greeted the elderly homeowner warmly. “Hello, Grandma! I’m a staff member from the production team across the street. The Director sent me to supervise the guests’ work.”

“Welcome, welcome! Come in and enjoy the air conditioning; it’s scorching outside,” the old woman said warmly. “Those two young ladies are working so diligently! Our roof hasn’t been cleaned in years—we’re so grateful to them!”

“? Two?” Ke Wenxin paused, surprised. “The Alpha is helping too?”

Yan He? The pampered Eldest Miss helping with chores?

This is like using a butter knife to shave a bull—I’ve never seen anything like it!

“Yes, little Yan is pulling weeds with such vigor, just like the ox we used to have. They’re clearing vines in the backyard. Would you like to see?”

Of course she would.

The backyard the old woman mentioned was actually a small vegetable garden.

Normally, it would have been a pleasant sight with its cultivated crops and blooming flowers, but now it lay in a state of neglect.

“Oh dear, my late wife used to tend to these flowers and plants in the backyard. After she passed, it all fell into disrepair. These vines have grown everywhere, even climbing onto the roof. I’m so grateful for your help in clearing them.”

In the backyard, Yan He wielded pruning shears with both hands, snipping vines left and right, while Qi Xingwan held the ladder steady for her.

Ke Wenxin approached with a cheerful grin, adopting a mock-serious tone. “You can’t just toss these vines on the ground like that! You need to clean them up properly. Look how dirty you’ve gotten Grandma’s shears! Can’t you take care of your tools? If you don’t work hard, you won’t get a floor mat to sleep on tonight!”

Yan He yanked away a particularly stubborn vine and turned to Qi Xingwan. “How could Director Han lose to her?! Was that morning run just for show? I can’t believe someone with such short legs could cycle so fast!”

“???” Ke Wenxin bristled. “What do you mean, ‘How could he lose to me’?”

Qi Xingwan paused thoughtfully before shaking her head. “That doesn’t make sense. Director Han used to do mountain biking. She must have been faking it.”

“Oh, I get it,” Yan He said. “Losing to Director Han was too embarrassing, so she came here for comfort. So… should we comfort her?”

“Hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Ke Wenxin protested.

Qi Xingwan asked, “Do you want to sleep on the floor in her room tonight?”

Yan He frowned in thought, then plucked a small wildflower from a vine and handed it to Ke Wenxin. “Here, a little flower for you.”

Ke Wenxin’s forehead twitched. “You’re the one who needs comforting! I was only a hundred meters behind Director Han! Even Li Jin, an Alpha, wasn’t as fast as me!”

Yan He clapped enthusiastically, her voice soothing like she was talking to a child. “Wow~ you’re amazing!”

My Xinxin is truly amazing!

Director Han actually enjoys this? I never would have guessed she’d be into sports. I always thought she was the refined Alpha type.

Teacher He’s been eating well behind our backs, huh? doge meme

I wouldn’t have noticed if the Eldest Miss hadn’t pointed it out, but Director Han’s legs are definitely the shortest among the guests. facepalm emoji

That’s normal. As you get older, your muscles shrink.

? Are you serious? She’s only 33! What am I supposed to do as a nearly 40-year-old auntie?

The others are celebrities with perfect proportions, of course they’d look good. Directors just need talent.

A 45-year-old Terracotta Warrior is curious: why are young people so anxious about their age?

Big auntie, big. Every year is crucial, a turning point.

My mom just signed me up for summer cram school so I can “cut corners and overtake the competition”…

That’s… very life-like.

Facing Yan He, who was offering her a small flower, Ke Wenxin felt like she was punching cotton.

She nudged Qi Xingwan and complained, “You ungrateful little thing! I came all the way here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”

“Move into the shade,” Qi Xingwan said with a smile, pointing to the area under the eaves. “Why aren’t you getting your bl00d drawn?”

“The line’s too long. First place gets to go first.” Ke Wenxin raised a hand to shield her eyes, leaned weakly against the wall, and feigned tears. “If I’d known Miss Yan was here, I wouldn’t have bothered coming. You have plenty of other sisters anyway—younger, more capable, better at conversation, and—”

Yan He, still trimming vines, interjected sharply, “Well, you do seem pretty useless, huh?”

Ke Wenxin let out a muffled sob and clutched her mouth, looking even more frail. “So it’s my fault after all. Of course, how could I ever compare to Miss Yan? She buys you ~candy~.”

Yan He couldn’t stand the word “candy.” Her foot slipped, and she tumbled straight down.

Qi Xingwan: “! Yan He!”

Ke Wenxin: “Holy sh1t, I—”

“I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m okay!” Yan He hung upside down from the chair, her hands gripping the ladder behind her. She swallowed hard.

That was close.

Luckily, she had been sitting cautiously on the chair while working. When her foot slipped, she had just stood up, giving her enough time to react and hook her leg around a ladder rung.

Of course, I must also thank the wise and mighty Female Lead for holding the ladder steady. Otherwise, I’d be covered in bruises right now.

The scoring system is such a lifesaver!

Yan He climbed down and sat on the steps to catch her breath, her face brimming with gratitude. “Qi Xingwan, you’re such a good person! I—”

“You’re going to give me another gift…” Qi Xingwan said helplessly. “Are you a robot or something?”

Yan He tilted her head.

Ke Wenxin, relieved to see Yan He was unharmed, translated, “Old Qi thinks you’re terrible at talking. I never realized you were so agile, Yan He.”

“Thank you for the compliment, rising pop star. After all, I’m not like you—the moment you open your mouth, fans within a hundred miles spontaneously combust without even needing to get wet. Just look at that spectacle! So grand! A single pot of food lasts all day. It’s a good thing they call themselves fans, not rice noodles, or else many older Min Yue People, deemed unsuitable for Claypot Rice, would quietly crumble into dust.”

Ke Wenxin: “???”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

What is she even saying?

I don’t know, it sounds like she’s complimenting Xinxin’s singing.

Nonsense! She clearly said she wants to turn the Min Yue People into Claypot Rice!

Is it tasty?

Delicious! But cockroaches are even better. The first bite hits you with their intense body aroma, while their dying struggles bring their legs and antennae into brief contact with your tongue and teeth. First-timers, be warned: it might sting a little. Overcome that, and you’ll savor their tender, juicy innards and the satisfyingly chewy exoskeleton.

Sharing a new way to eat them: chew the cockroach thoroughly, like sucking the juice from sugarcane. The crushed innards release a burst of flavor—it’s absolutely divine!

You guys really know how to eat!

I’m craving some now. Ordering a hundred to snack on while watching dramas.

Are you guys being abstract or serious?! Buddha doesn’t understand.jpg

@Kun Dao Bu Shui Jiao Sorry, bestie, I saw it first!

That helpless feeling when you can’t reach through the screen and slap some sense into them…