I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 14

The phone was in Chu Qiao’s hand. Already angry, her fury intensified when she saw Zhu Qiong’s name. She moved to hang up, but Le Yi stopped her.

“Don’t hang up. She probably called because she saw the trending news. Let’s exchange information; we might be able to find out who sent Li Xianyun to jail.”

Chu Qiao nearly blurted out that she was the anonymous hero who exposed Li Xianyun’s misdeeds.

“Isn’t it enough that Li Xianyun is being punished? Why do we need to know who’s behind it? Do you want to meet the hen that laid the egg just because the egg tastes good?”

Le Yi hummed in acknowledgment, then snatched the phone away when Chu Qiao wasn’t looking.

“You can’t say that. Such a good person is rare in the entertainment industry.”

The Chu family was already among the most influential in the country. Though their influence had waned, they remained a formidable force, and few dared to cross them.

Now that someone fearless had appeared, Le Yi saw an opportunity to help Chu Qiao reclaim her family’s position.

To spare Chu Qiao’s feelings, Le Yi never revealed that Li Xianyun’s patron was the Chu family. Yet this was no secret in the industry.

Li Xianyun was Li Xiaomei’s nephew. From the moment he entered the entertainment industry, he’d been showered with money. Over the years, Li Xiaomei had invested vast resources in him, but Li Xianyun proved to be beyond redemption.

Even actors with only a shred of talent rose to fame with such resources behind them, yet Li Xianyun remained obscure.

After years of struggle, he remained a third-rate actor, his TV dramas flopping one after another.

Undeterred, he turned to the big screen, making perfunctory appearances in major directors’ films.

He spent a fortune, but his star never rose. It was like feeding Changbai Mountain ginseng to pigs.

Yet Li Xiaomei never gave up on him, a testament to her deep affection for her nephew.

Zhu Qiong answered the call, immediately asking if everything was alright. After Le Yi assured her she was fine, the line fell silent.

Her negligence had nearly caused a disaster. Now, anything she said would sound like an excuse.

Le Yi, however, didn’t hold it against her. The incident was in the past, and dwelling on it served no purpose. Besides, it was ultimately her own carelessness. Zhu Qiong wasn’t obligated to stay by her side at all times.

“Did you see the trending news? Li Xianyun’s gone too far, even heaven couldn’t stand by and let him continue. They sent a righteous savior to bring him down. Wonder who the hero is. Any news?”

Zhu Qiong replied, “Nothing. I didn’t hear a whisper beforehand. Usually, there’s some buzz before these things happen. This was too sudden, as if…”

Someone seemed eager to take revenge.

Li Xianyun had been safe for so long, but the moment he targeted Le Yi, he was doomed.

It could have been a coincidence, after all, Le Yi had few connections in the industry, and no one would stand up for her.

Le Yi asked, “What’s wrong?”

Zhu Qiong snapped out of her thoughts. “Nothing.”

Le Yi teased, “I thought you were the one who did it?”

Zhu Qiong sighed helplessly. “Like I could pull off something like that. You know who’s backing him.”

Le Yi glanced at Chu Qiao, then excused herself, taking her phone outside to avoid being overheard.

Chu Qiao grew increasingly angry, her movements becoming violent as she sliced a strawberry with such force that the chopping board nearly cracked.

Le Yi glanced at her, realizing the little diva was upset, and quickly ended the call.

Zhu Qiong stared at her phone, her eyes gradually dimming.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Le Yi had grown distant, wondering if they could ever return to their previous closeness, where they shared everything.

Le Yi entered the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, a smile creeping across her face as she watched the sullen, bristling cat.

“You’re quite spirited now. Is your stomach feeling better?”

Chu Qiao didn’t turn around, but the knife in her hand fell with noticeably less force.

“Sister’s having such a lively chat with Zhu Qiong. Does she even care about my stomachache?”

Le Yi, sensing Chu Qiao’s sulky mood, walked over and wrapped her arms around her from behind, gently taking hold of her hand holding the knife.

“You’re cutting too hard. At this rate, the neighbors will be complaining soon.”

Le Yi’s voice was soft, her lips brushing against Chu Qiao’s earlobe as she spoke. Chu Qiao shivered at the warmth of her breath, instinctively shrinking into Le Yi’s embrace. Seizing the opportunity, Le Yi deftly removed the fruit knife from her hand.

Chu Qiao turned to look at her, letting out a low whimper. Le Yi placed her hand on Chu Qiao’s stomach, gently kneading the skin.

“Still so irritable? Looks like you’re not fully recovered yet. Let Sister massage it some more.”

Though slightly disappointed, Chu Qiao couldn’t resist the tingles spreading across her skin wherever Le Yi’s hands touched. The fingertips, slightly cool, circled her stomach in gentle strokes, sending waves of ticklish pleasure through her.

Chu Qiao could barely stand on her own, leaning heavily against Le Yi’s supporting frame. Le Yi plucked a strawberry, bit it in half, and offered it to her. As Chu Qiao tilted her head back to eat, Le Yi gripped her neck, capturing her lips in a kiss that mingled with the sweet juice of the strawberry.

The strawberry-flavored kiss lingered, deepening until their breaths mingled. Strawberry juice dripped from the corner of Chu Qiao’s lips, her lips flushed crimson from the dual effects of the kiss and the berry, harmonizing with the blush on her cheeks.

Le Yi gazed at her, a smile playing on her lips. “Better now?”

Chu Qiao, her eyes glistening with desire, replied softly, “No.”

Le Yi pressed Chu Qiao against the kitchen counter, her voice thick and husky. “Then how can I make it better?”

Chu Qiao rubbed against her hand, turning with eyes that shimmered like silk, every glance filled with coquetry.

“Sister knows.”

This little kitten seemed to have learned some mischief; she needed a proper lesson.

Le Yi nipped at the pale nape of Chu Qiao’s neck, the slight pain bringing tears to her eyes.

The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate. Chu Qiao’s breathing quickened, her legs went weak, and she called out softly to Le Yi, her voice soft and alluring, like a kitten’s purr.

Knowing the moment had come, Le Yi abruptly released her, stepping back to create distance.

Chu Qiao looked at her in confusion, her eyes clear with bewilderment.

“Sister?”

Le Yi wiped her hands, then moved closer as Chu Qiao turned, her gaze playful as she stared at the pitiful, vulnerable figure before her.

Le Yi lifted Chu Qiao onto the counter. Under Chu Qiao’s expectant gaze, she lowered her head and began fastening the buttons on her nightgown.

“Don’t catch a cold with your stomach in this condition.”

Chu Qiao was certain Le Yi had done it deliberately. Sure enough, after fastening the last button, Le Yi picked her up, stuffed a handful of sliced strawberries into her hand, and left.

…Left!

Chu Qiao’s expression shifted rapidly, unable to swallow her indignation. She carried the strawberries out and, under Le Yi’s sly gaze, pressed her down onto the sofa.

Just as Le Yi was about to speak, Chu Qiao stuffed a large strawberry into her mouth.

Le Yi’s hands were pinned above her head, leaving her no choice but to reach for the strawberry with her tongue, rolling it into her mouth. The sight made Chu Qiao’s heart burn with frustration.

“Sister, is the strawberry good?”

After finally managing to get the strawberry into her mouth, Le Yi mumbled through a mouthful of fruit, asking her to let go.

Smiling, Chu Qiao released her hands and leaned closer to her lips.

“Then try something else.”

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