Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 8

Mission: Share a bed completed.

At six in the morning, Yan He was startled awake by a voice in her head.

There was no joy, only an overwhelming urge to take a nap the moment she opened her eyes.

Her heart pounded for a while before her brain slowly booted up.

Wait, you system developers actually work at six in the morning?!

007 remained as cheerful as ever:  Good morning, Host!

Yan He muted it and burrowed deeper under the covers, determined to sleep.

Every day I want to sing at the top of my lungs—I really want to sleep for another five hundred years!

Less than half an hour later, the robotic voice returned with its artificial warmth.

Mission: Prepare a heartfelt breakfast for Qi Xingwan.

Me? Make breakfast? You’re asking someone who doesn’t even eat breakfast to make breakfast for the female lead?

I can’t wait to see how much Wish Points they’ll deduct!

Daily Mission, Wish Points: 500,000

Get up!

I hope whoever’s still sleeping falls out of bed.

Yan He glanced at the still-sleeping female lead and tiptoed back to the master bedroom to wash up.

The Favorability meter is so unpredictable—better not wake her.

Yan He couldn’t understand the Original Host’s fashion sense. After rummaging through the closet for ages, she finally found a normal T-shirt.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the window, and the cicadas’ chirping heralded the peak of summer.

Perhaps because the Original Host always slept late, the kitchen staff looked utterly shocked when they saw her.

“Miss, I’m so sorry! What would you like to eat? I’ll prepare it immediately!”

Yan He thought for a moment. “Just get me some frozen buns.”

“Buns, Miss? I’ll have the pastry chef make some fresh ones right away!”

The staff member reached for the phone, but Yan He quickly stopped her. “No need. I’ll make breakfast myself today. You can all go about your usual tasks.”

Qi Xingwan woke up to find the Alpha beside her gone.

To be honest, even though she knew Yan He couldn’t truly harm her, most Omegas couldn’t sleep peacefully with an Alpha who had hurt them sleeping beside them.

She was no exception.

Last night’s commotion had kept her up until the early hours, so she hadn’t noticed the Alpha getting up.

Strange. What does she want with me?

Qi Xingwan glanced at the clock. There was still some time before breakfast.

Judging by Yan He’s attitude last night, she’d probably cooled off and gone to hang out with her bad company.

Good. I need time to catch up on work anyway.

Her manager had been surprisingly patient, not pressuring her despite her extended break.

The clock ticked rhythmically as Qi Xingwan became engrossed in her script.

Knock, knock, knock

A knock at the door startled her. Instinctively, she covered the script with a book, took a deep breath to steady her voice, and called out, “Who is it?”

“Madam, breakfast is ready. Miss is waiting for you in the dining room.”

Strangely, Qi Xingwan’s first thought was, Will I have to eat like a pig again today?

Yan He, obsessed with appearances, had pursued her relentlessly in private but harbored resentment over her rejections. After their marriage, she often settled scores later.

Qi Xingwan sneered inwardly. Would Yan He really keep up this act in front of the servants?

“Qi Xingwan!” Yan He spotted the strikingly elegant female lead at once, waving enthusiastically. “Over here, over here! Sit here, okay?”

“Madam, you’re so fortunate! Miss woke up early and practiced for hours just to make you breakfast.”

What?

Yan He made breakfast?!

Is it too late to say I’m not hungry?

In the dozen seconds it took Yan He to stand up and lift the lid, Qi Xingwan seriously considered the possibility that Yan He had secretly taken out a massive insurance policy on her and was planning to commit fraud.

Surely… not?

The Yan Family didn’t seem the type to skimp on her allowance.

“Qi Xingwan?”

Hearing someone call her name, Qi Xingwan instinctively responded with a nasal hum. “Hmm?”

A bowl of egg noodles with a rather unappetizing appearance came into view.

The broth was murky, and irregularly shaped egg yolks floated on the surface.

Yan He looked a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry, there’s an egg for each of us—they’re all in the bowl. Start eating while I chop the corn into bite-sized pieces.”

With that, Yan He picked up a cleaver and began hacking at the corn with a ferocity that rivaled even a professional butcher.

Amidst the clang, clang, clang of the cleaver, Qi Xingwan fished out a shattered piece of egg white.

Clang!

Qi Xingwan took a bite of noodles.

Clang!

She bit into the fried egg.

Clang!!!

The corn finally split in two, one half hurtling into Qi Xingwan’s bowl like a cannonball, splashing broth everywhere.

Broth-splattered Qi Xingwan: “……”

Crack—

A fissure appeared on the expensive marble tabletop.

In that moment, Yan He seemed to see the Original Host being beaten in prison, her ribs breaking.

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Don’t be angry!” She frantically bowed to the female lead, begging for forgiveness.

Qi Xingwan caught the Alpha’s panicked expression. She raised her hand to grab a tissue to wipe herself.

Misunderstanding her intention, the Alpha bent over again, even lower than before, her head colliding with the chair back with a resounding thud.

“Augh!!!”

“Miss?!”

The wide hall echoed with the sound, terrifying the servants.

“I’m fine! Carry on with your work!” Yan He gritted her teeth in pain, stars dancing before her eyes, yet still determined to complete her task. “You, you should eat.”

Qi Xingwan glanced at the red, swollen bump on the Alpha’s forehead, then shook the noodles dangling from her chopsticks. “Eat what? These instant noodles?”

Ah… this is a bit awkward, isn’t it?

Qi Xingwan’s Favorability +10

Yan He’s eyes lit up as she pushed her bowl toward Qi Xingwan. “Eat mine!”

Qi Xingwan stared at the tightly intertwined noodles and scrambled eggs in the bowl, hesitating. “Do I have to finish it?”

She didn’t want to upset Yan He, but she rarely ate carbs in the morning.

“It’s okay. If you can’t finish it, just leave it. I’ll clean up later,” Yan He said generously, munching on her corn.

The first bowl of noodles had been a disaster. Too much salt, then too much water, then more salt to compensate. Had she even added too much soy sauce to the broth?

She silently prayed that the female lead’s taste buds were malfunctioning.

Qi Xingwan took a small sip, her expression changing drastically as she reached for the corn on the plate.

Yan He grabbed her hand protectively. “All three are mine!”

Qi Xingwan: “???”