Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 5

Lin Tong cleared her throat twice, forcing a smile as she changed the subject. “The young lady asked Doctor Wu to examine you.”

“Oh, to bring me medicine,” Qi Xingwan said expressionlessly, cooperating with the examination numbly. “Remember to leave extra emergency suppressants. I’m not ready to die yet.”

Qi Xingwan’s favorability -200

The corner of Yan He’s mouth lifted for only a second before life’s harsh realities flattened it again.

To be honest, she did feel a little like dying.

And she felt a little guilty.

After all, the notification of the favorability decrease had sounded just as she was sneaking a bite.

The chefs in wealthy households were truly something else. Even porridge could taste like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Yan He pushed open the door just as the doctor was prescribing medication.

She stepped aside to let the maid behind her pass, asking with concern, “Um, will these wounds leave scars?”

“No, Madam always treats them promptly. Just apply the ointment regularly for the next few days, eat light meals, and avoid scratching if the scabs itch,” Doctor Wu paused, remembering the whip marks on the patient’s back. He added tactfully, “If I recall correctly, Madam is a public figure. Second Miss, if you want to play, perhaps you could find other ways.”

Qi Xingwan hadn’t expected it to be just a check-up, let alone that the doctor would say such a thing. Her hand paused as she packed up the medical kit, her silence seeming to tacitly confirm someone’s peculiar tastes.

Yan He, ignoring the heat creeping up her ears, shot a panicked glance at Qi Xingwan and repeatedly thanked the doctor.

Lin Tong, fearing Doctor Wu might utter something even more shocking, grabbed her arm and hurried her away.

The servants, having arranged the dishes, quietly withdrew.

Only Yan He, trembling with fear, and the composed Qi Xingwan remained in the room.

“Um, I’m sorry,” Yan He said, crouching down to look at Qi Xingwan. “Something like this won’t happen again.”

Having assumed the Original Host’s identity, an apology was necessary.

She couldn’t explain the truth about being transmigrated into a book and inhabiting another’s body—not yet, at least.

With her negative affinity points, any attempt to reveal the truth would instantly land her face-to-face with a brain slice of Albert Einstein.

Qi Xingwan closed the medical kit and glanced at the lavish dinner spread. “Can I eat?”

“Ah? Yes, yes, of course! Come, let me help you over.”

“No need.”

“Oh, then take your time.”

Yan He switched tactics, serving half a bowl of millet pumpkin porridge. “Is this enough?”

“Can I eat dinner now?” Qi Xingwan didn’t take the bowl of plain congee and repeated her earlier question, as if seeking confirmation.

“Of course,” Yan He replied. “If you don’t eat now, it’ll be too late.”

Is this how the Original Host, that wretched bully, used to torment the female lead? Yan He wondered.

Puzzled, Yan He briefly looked up from the bowl and said, “Eat quickly, but be careful not to burn yourself.”

Qi Xingwan’s eyes flickered. Unwilling to watch Yan He continue her act, she cut through the pretense: “I’m wearing your pajamas.”

So what? Yan He swallowed the mouthful of congee with difficulty and stammered, “Th-then why don’t you wear a bib while you eat?”

This unexpected response caught Qi Xingwan off guard. Her suspicious and wary gaze settled on Yan He, making her feel like she was being stared at by a shady taxi driver outside the school gate.

Yan He mentally repeated “Don’t take the taxi” three times to steady her resolve. “If you’re uncomfortable, you can change into something else.”

Qi Xingwan stopped arguing and lowered her head to drink the congee. Her raven-feather lashes perfectly concealed the lingering traces of suspicion in her eyes.

What trick is Yan He playing now?

Yan He had always been pampered and fastidious, meticulous about her attire. Even her casual clothes were categorized by occasion and status. How could she possibly tolerate eating dinner in someone else’s pajamas?

Qi Xingwan braced herself for Yan He’s sudden change of mood, determined to eat as much as possible before it happened. She devoured her food with unusual speed.

Yan He, already a voracious eater, worried that eating too slowly would displease the female lead and cost her favor points. She hastily sped up her pace.

Qi Xingwan inwardly panicked and silently accelerated her own eating, determined to keep up.

The two of them ate with the fervor of starving ghosts encountering a lavish banquet.

After finishing her meal with bated breath and taking a bathroom break, Qi Xingwan returned to find Yan He still eating, her face nearly buried in the bowl, unwilling to even lift her head.

The anticipated confrontation never materialized. Instead, Qi Xingwan witnessed only a gluttonous pig.

Her expression grew complex, unsure how to describe her current feelings.

Yan He was undoubtedly a skilled actress; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to deceive both Qi Xingwan and so many others to achieve her goals.

Yet Yan He was also someone who cared deeply about her image and reputation. Even when wearing a facade of virtuous gentlemanly pursuit, she had insisted on maintaining strict distinctions between her home and public attire.

Now that they were married, what could Qi Xingwan possibly possess that would drive Yan He to abandon all pretense of decorum and… devour her food like this?

Qi Xingwan pursed her lips, hesitating whether to interrupt her.

The porridge bowls were admittedly small, but… three bowls seemed excessive, didn’t it?

When did Yan He become such a glutton?!

And a glutton who wasn’t picky about food…

Qi Xingwan pressed her temple, suddenly realizing that Yan He was acting very strange today—strange from head to toe.

She pulled out a tissue and handed it to Yan He, testing the waters. “I’m going to grab a banana. Want one?”

Yan He accepted the tissue, looking flattered. “Oh, thank you. I—”

Just logging in, 007 was immediately hit with a critical blow, emitting a sharp, explosive warning:  “Hurry, say no! The Original Host is allergic to bananas!!!” 

Yan He: “! I don’t want one! Stay away from me when you eat it!”

Qi Xingwan’s favorability -20

Yan He: “???”