I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 18

Chu Qiao felt her emotions were showing too clearly and suppressed the coldness in her eyes, leaving only concern.

Le Yi blinked, wondering if she was hallucinating.

For a fleeting moment, Chu Qiao’s expression had seemed unfamiliar, but upon closer inspection, she couldn’t pinpoint anything unusual.

Chu Qiao asked again, “What happened to your face?”

Le Yi replied casually, “I got hit. It’s fine.”

Chu Qiao frowned, her eyes darkening. “Who hit you?”

She reached out to touch Le Yi’s swollen cheek. The cool sensation felt soothing, and Le Yi instinctively leaned into the touch.

“You wouldn’t know them anyway,” Le Yi said, as if showing off a piece of candy. “Besides, I already got my revenge. By the way, what are you doing here?”

She had assumed Chu Qiao had rushed in earlier to rescue her, but now it seemed Chu Qiao was actually here. Moreover, this floor and all above it were VIP levels not open to the public. How had she gotten up here?

Chu Qiao hesitated, then said with a playful look, “I was waiting for Sister on the first floor, but since you took so long, I just couldn’t wait to see you anymore, so I came looking.”

“Are regular customers allowed up here?” Le Yi asked.

Seeing that Le Yi seemed intent on pressing the matter, Chu Qiao quickly changed the subject. “Your face is swollen like this. I should take you to the hospital to get some medicine.”

Le Yi smiled, turned to the sink, and splashed a handful of cold water on her face. “It’s not as bad as you say. It’ll go down soon.”

Still worried, Chu Qiao feared Le Yi might be bullied again. But then her phone rang, revealing that her secret escape had been discovered.

The group had only put pressure on her and offered no useful advice, insisting she stay put. The mere thought of their nagging gave Chu Qiao a headache.

“Why didn’t you answer?” Le Yi asked, noticing she’d hung up.

Since coming to Xining, Chu Qiao had been withdrawn for a long time, with few close friends. Her phone contacts were limited to her homeroom teacher and Le Yi. Now someone else was calling, proof that the child she’d nurtured had grown up!

Le Yi had intended to gossip, but Chu Qiao hung up without a word.

Chu Qiao took a deep breath, pushing her irritation aside.

“People who aren’t important don’t deserve a call back.”

Le Yi: “A harassing call?”

Chu Qiao: “You could say that.”

Le Yi lost interest. After the water on her face dried, she prepared to leave, but Chu Qiao grabbed her sleeve, stopping her.

“It might be a while. Why don’t you go sit at a bubble tea shop?”

As she spoke, Le Yi transferred 500 yuan to Chu Qiao. Seeing this, Chu Qiao helplessly tapped to return it.

“I have money.”

She was indeed well-off. The company had turned a profit in its first year, and the past two years had seen steady growth. The balance in her bank account far exceeded Le Yi’s.

Thinking Chu Qiao was simply too modest to accept, Le Yi added another 20 yuan and sent it again.

“520. Will you take it this time?”

“Yes.”

Chu Qiao cheerfully accepted the money. After Le Yi left, she turned and walked toward the elevator.

In the top-floor conference room, a group of vengeful ghosts were still waiting for her.

Zhao Ke’s smear campaign against her hadn’t stopped. On Weibo, she insinuated that Chu Qiao had pushed out female actors on the set and had violent tendencies.

At first, fans thought she was just talking, but then she directly posted a medical report and photos of the injuries on her face.

This solidified the accusations.

Le Yi didn’t see the post until after the dinner party, three hours after she’d posted it. Someone had clearly suppressed the post’s visibility; it didn’t appear in the trending topics, and searching for it yielded no results.

Despite this, she refused to back down. She directly tagged Zhao Ke in a follow-up post: “Weren’t you the one who started it?” She accompanied the message with a close-up photo of her injury, daring Zhao Ke to respond.

At first, Zhao Ke fired back with a retort. But then, as if struck speechless, she fell silent and didn’t reply to Le Yi for the rest of the night.

Soon, it was time for the film launch ceremony. Le Yi attended with the other main cast members, and she ran into Zhao Ke in a narrow hallway.

Zhao Ke snorted coldly through her nose, her expression still dripping with contempt.

Le Yi didn’t need Zhao Ke’s approval. She simply treated her as if she were invisible, bypassing her to greet others with warm smiles.

Whether it was intentional or not, during the group photo, the assistant deliberately positioned Le Yi and Zhao Ke next to each other, then barked with an annoying grin, “Alright, everyone, look at the camera and smile!”

Le Yi didn’t mind, but Zhao Ke deliberately flaunting her cleavage was the last straw.

As if everyone doesn’t have a cleavage.

Le Yi was already nearly a C-cup, but lately, Chu Qiao had been either pinching or nibbling at her breasts, making them seem even fuller.

As the weather warmed up, Le Yi wore a tank dress with a short knit sweater over it. Showing off her figure was easy. She just needed to remove the sweater.

Le Yi took off the sweater and leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. Her cleavage and collarbone were perfectly displayed.

Zhu Qiong, who was half-squatting for a photo in front of her, heard the movement and turned around. Her eyes were instantly captivated by a soft, plump mass of flesh.

Zhu Qiong: …

(This is a bashful expression. You can tell, right?)

Zhao Ke rolled her eyes in frustration and yanked her dress down, exposing most of her chest.

Le Yi didn’t bother arguing. She maintained her pose, offering a perfectly calibrated smile to the camera.

The tease is always best, just enough to tantalize, never too much. Less is more.

Director Xu Jianchuan’s films never lacked for buzz. The opening ceremony had barely concluded when entertainment news outlets, big-name bloggers, and marketing accounts were already buzzing with discussion online.

Chu Qiao was still arguing with Chu Ji about the ribbon-cutting ceremony when her phone beeped, a notification for a new Weibo post from Le Yi.

Le Yi had always been at the top of her WeChat contacts, a featured account on her Weibo, and the only contact on her phone.

When Chu Qiao saw the group photo Le Yi had posted, she smiled at first, but her expression gradually shifted to concern.

Isn’t that dress a little too revealing?

Having tasted the sweetness of that particular area, she knew how tempting it was. This outfit would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention.

The thought that her allure might fuel vulgar fantasies made Chu Qiao irritable.

I need to find a way to hide it, so only I can see.

As expected, Le Yi’s popularity surged. While many had initially followed the drama surrounding her and Zhao Ke, they soon discovered her striking beauty, enviable figure, and exceptional acting skills. Aside from a limited number of works and a long period of being “promised” without delivering, she had no scandalous secrets.

Her former company, sensing renewed interest, tried to renew her contract, but Le Yi coldly rejected them.

After being screwed over for so long, I’d be a 250 if I didn’t learn my lesson.

But even Le Yi couldn’t cover all her bases. Without an agent or assistant, she might look unprofessional if others noticed. Thus, she considered whether she should hire an agent and assistant.

Chu Qiao clung to Le Yi, wanting to cuddle and kiss, while Le Yi, preoccupied with work, was naturally somewhat distracted.

Chu Qiao, a little displeased, asked, “Sister, are you already tired of me?”

Le Yi put her tablet on the coffee table, rubbed her aching temples, and wrapped her arms around Chu Qiao, who was sprawled across her lap.

“Stop imagining nonsense. I’m looking for an assistant and a manager.”

Chu Qiao hummed in understanding, her eyes already turning as she formed a plan.

The next day, Chu Qiao broke tradition and went to the company. Chu Ji confirmed several times that the sun hadn’t risen from the west.

“Wow, what wind blew you here today?”

Chu Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. “I want to start an entertainment company.”

Though suspicious, Chu Ji didn’t immediately object. His younger sister, despite her age, had always been mature in her thinking and prudent in her actions. Could she have another business plan up her sleeve?

“We’ve only just established ourselves in the gaming industry. If you want a piece of the entertainment pie, there’s no rush. We can plan it after the company goes public.”

“No,” Chu Qiao insisted. “It has to be prioritized immediately.”

She couldn’t trust anyone else to handle Le Yi.

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