I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 27.1: I Only Love Your Money (The End.)

Le Yi’s mind was blank, her body seemingly disconnected from her consciousness.

She lay on the carpet like a stranded fish, surrounded by scattered toys.

Chu Qiao held a pink remote control, her dark eyes reflecting only Le Yi’s image, devoid of any starlight.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, making Chu Qiao crave more.

The pink button was connected to a cord of the same color, about fifteen centimeters long, its other end attached to Le Yi’s body.

With just a gentle press, she would have an uncontrollable puppet doll, every reaction stemming from the exquisite notes that escaped her lips, her unfocused gaze, her slightly parted lips…

The mere thought sent a burning heat through Chu Qiao’s veins, her heart surging with adrenaline-like excitement, swelling with growing desire.

Le Yi regained a sliver of awareness and stared directly at Chu Qiao. Meeting her gaze, Chu Qiao found her own reflection in Le Yi’s dazed eyes.

Chu Qiao’s eyes held a dark, unfathomable depth, yet Le Yi felt no sense of drowning, as if a hook were drawing her soul closer.

“Qiaoqiao…”

Her voice, usually clear and crisp, now carried a husky, sensual quality that made Le Yi’s heart itch.

Chu Qiao chuckled softly, pressed a button, and leaned down.

Le Yi’s brows furrowed sharply, her lips parting soundlessly.

Chu Qiao whispered into her ear, her voice as light as morning mist, “Sister, won’t you save your smiles just for me from now on?”

Le Yi didn’t realize how beautiful she looked when she smiled, but Chu Qiao did.

The thought of that smile belonging to anyone else made Chu Qiao restless, nearly driving her to lock Le Yi away.

Le Yi found Chu Qiao’s words overly domineering. How could something as natural as a smile be controlled?

Seeing her silence, Chu Qiao didn’t grow angry but smiled instead, her slightly curved eyes gleaming with a stubborn light.

“Perhaps we should build a golden cage instead?”

Le Yi immediately grew wary. “What… what for?” she stammered.

Chu Qiao laughed again, her mood clearly buoyant.

“What do you think, Sister?” Chu Qiao casually twirled a strand of Le Yi’s loose hair. “Keeping you locked up wouldn’t be so bad. I don’t want to, but Sister really doesn’t listen.”

Le Yi gained further insight into Chu Qiao’s obsessive behavior and immediately stopped resisting her.

“I think there’s still room for negotiation on this matter. What do you think?”

“Oh? Sister doesn’t want to stay by my side?”

Chu Qiao pressed a second button. Le Yi immediately bit her lip, tears slowly welling in her eyes.

Chu Qiao was pleased with her reaction, her smile deepening.

“Sister doesn’t deny it. It seems that’s really how you feel.”

Le Yi:?!

Damn it, let me speak!

Overwhelmed by panic and anger, Le Yi gasped for air like a dying fish, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind wandering.

Several patches of the carpet were now damp. Seeing this, Chu Qiao picked up Le Yi and cradled her against her chest, letting her rest against her body.

Completely drained, Le Yi slumped limply in Chu Qiao’s arms like a soft kitten.

After a long pause, she finally stirred, her voice even hoarser than before. “You can’t lock me up.”

She spoke against Chu Qiao’s shoulder, her lips brushing against her ear, her voice a mixture of playful coyness and gentle reproach that melted Chu Qiao’s heart.

“Then will Sister be good?”

Le Yi nodded slightly, murmuring a soft “mm-hmm” through her nose, sounding utterly obedient.

How could Chu Qiao bear to tease her now? Her arms tightened around Le Yi’s waist, and she nuzzled her hair.

“What am I to do with you?”

She couldn’t hit her, scold her, or even speak to her with any firmness. All she could do was coddle her like a precious treasure.

This is where I’ll fall in love.

Even if she could do it all over, she’d still choose to fall for Le Yi.

After calming down, Le Yi felt utterly drained. Her mind and body seemed disconnected, drifting in a hazy void.

Sensing Chu Qiao’s gentle nuzzling, she instinctively returned the gesture. Chu Qiao tightened her embrace, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

“Sister isn’t satisfied yet?”

Le Yi: “?”

Chu Qiao’s voice sounded husky. “If not, then stop tempting me. Otherwise, tonight…”

Le Yi immediately stilled, nestling motionless in her arms, even her breathing shallow.

Chu Qiao let out a soft chuckle, her clear, melodious voice resonating as her chest gently trembled. A warmth spread through Le Yi’s heart as she buried her face in the crook of Chu Qiao’s neck and closed her eyes.

This moment of peace felt more profound than all the tranquility she had experienced in the past four years combined.

Le Yi thought to herself that she must be utterly lost.

Chu Qiao’s long legs stretched across the sofa, glowing with a luminous jade-like radiance. Her usually impassive eyes held a newfound tenderness, and her expression was gentle, a stark contrast to the fierce businesswoman who dominated the corporate world.

If Chu Ji could see her now, he would be utterly shocked. After all, Chu Qiao maintained a poker face with everyone except Le Yi.

Le Yi didn’t remember falling asleep. When she woke, the first thing she saw was a pair of shapely collarbones.

A small mole adorned Chu Qiao’s collarbone, exuding an intensely sensual allure. Le Yi stared at it for a few seconds, her lustful instincts flaring. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to the spot.

Chu Qiao awoke to a ticklish sensation. Looking down, she found a fluffy head nestled against her chest.

“…”

Le Yi’s kisses weren’t enough; she began to suck. After a few moments, she sensed a scorching gaze above her. Looking up, she met Chu Qiao’s burning stare.

Unfazed by being caught, Le Yi said, “Just go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

Chu Qiao pressed her hand against the back of Le Yi’s head and rasped, “Do you really think I can do that?”

Le Yi thought she could, but Chu Qiao quickly proved her wrong through action.

Knowing she had no resistance to Le Yi, Chu Qiao stopped trying.

Le Yi was subjected to a fierce barrage of kisses, until her lips went numb.

“Don’t worry about me?”

Le Yi shrank back strategically and whimpered weakly, “I was wrong.”

But she didn’t change her ways, and dared to do it again next time.

Chu Qiao, charmed by her submissive act, pressed a kiss to her forehead. Seizing the opportunity, Le Yi rolled off the bed and bounded into the bathroom like a little rabbit.

If she lingered any longer, who knew what other mischief Chu Qiao would get up to? She had to escape those magic claws quickly.

Chu Qiao turned over, her gaze lingering on the silhouette visible through the frosted glass, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Le Yi deliberately waited a moment, relieved that Chu Qiao didn’t follow. She relaxed into her shower, but just as she lathered up with shower gel, the bathroom door swung open.

“Sister must be tired. Let me help you scrub your back.”

Le Yi watched the approaching figure, thinking there was really no need for this.

******

Le Yi had planned to meet the director at ten o’clock, but she was two hours late. When she apologized profusely, the director smiled and said, “I understand. You’re newlyweds.”

The comment left Le Yi utterly bewildered. What did he mean by “newlyweds”? She had been abroad for four years, had rumors of her marriage already spread?

The director’s gaze was shrewd, but he refused to elaborate. Le Yi could only swallow her questions.

She had no idea how the director knew she had returned. The next day, he presented her with the script, claiming the role had been specifically tailored for her and urging her to accept.

After carefully reading the script, Le Yi found the character challenging and compelling. Considering the director’s past support, she had no reason to refuse.

Besides, what else was she doing with her time? If not acting, what else was there?

After agreeing to the role, Le Yi began studying the script daily, meticulously rehearsing her lines. Meanwhile, Chu Qiao remained as busy as ever, juggling her thesis and company affairs.

Yet no matter how occupied she was, she always returned home promptly. As soon as she entered, she would cling to Le Yi for kisses, acting like an affectionate, clingy puppy.

One day, while Chu Qiao was nuzzling against Le Yi, the latter was deep in thought about a scene. Chu Qiao pouted.

“If I knew this would happen, I wouldn’t have vouched for you. Now you don’t even have time for me.”

Le Yi paused, lowering her gaze. “Did you tell Director Li Mu that we’re married?”

Chu Qiao raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with herself.

Le Yi rubbed Chu Qiao’s head and sighed helplessly. “No wonder he was talking about newlyweds. You really do say whatever comes to mind.”

Chu Qiao’s expression suddenly turned serious, her throat bobbing. “Sister…”

“Hmm?” Le Yi put the script on the coffee table and lay back on the sofa, letting Chu Qiao lean against her.

Chu Qiao rested her face against Le Yi’s chest, her phoenix eyes wide and round as she gazed up at her, filled with a complex mix of emotions.

“Just say what’s on your mind.”

Chu Qiao hesitated, pausing for a long time before burying her face in Le Yi’s chest. “It’s nothing. I’ll say it another time.”

Just then, Chu Qiao had desperately wanted to ask Le Yi if she would marry her. But proposing couldn’t be so casual, especially after her failed confession last time. She was afraid that if Le Yi refused, it might scare her off—then the risk wouldn’t be worth the reward.

Le Yi had been back in the country for some time now, and Chu Qiao could sense that their relationship had changed. But she dared not jump to conclusions, afraid to assume that Le Yi actually liked her.

Perhaps Le Yi only felt pity for her, the same way she had in the past.

Chu Qiao’s mood sank. She tightened her arms around Le Yi’s waist and buried her face deeper.

Noticing her sudden gloominess, Le Yi quickly asked, “What’s wrong? Is work bothering you?”

Chu Qiao remained silent for a long moment before finally lifting her head.

“Sister, kiss me.”

She was occasionally willful, and Le Yi always indulged her, just as she did this time.

Le Yi lowered her head to kiss her, pressing her hand against the back of Chu Qiao’s head, fingers tangling in her soft, smooth hair with extraordinary tenderness.

Chu Qiao only wanted to confirm Le Yi’s love for her. Finding the tenderness neither here nor there, she took the initiative to make the kiss more passionate.

As Le Yi’s lips were sucked and her tongue entwined, her mouth thoroughly explored, she gradually felt suffocated.

Chu Qiao released her, her lips moving to the side of her ear, breathing softly.

“Sister, I love you.”

This was the first time she had said such words since they reunited.

Le Yi’s heart skipped a beat as she gazed into Chu Qiao’s bottomless eyes, instinctively wanting to respond.

“Qiaoqiao, I…”

Chu Qiao pressed a finger to her lips, pleading. “Sister, don’t reject me.”

Without giving Le Yi a chance to speak, she kissed her again, her hands growing restless at the same time.

Le Yi tightened her arms around Chu Qiao’s waist, yielding to her every desire.

How lacking in confidence am I, to assume rejection before even hearing her out?

Could it be that all these years, all I’ve given her is insecurity?

Le Yi tried to reflect, but her thoughts were quickly disrupted.

******

When news of Li Xiaomei’s death reached Chu Qiao, she wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, she took Le Yi out for a candlelit dinner.

Le Yi remarked, “I heard she died while trying to escape. Seems like karma’s a bitch.”

A dark glint flashed in Chu Qiao’s eyes as she murmured softly in agreement.

“Sister, let’s have a toast. To celebrating my vengeance being served.”

Le Yi eagerly clinked glasses with her and drained the wine in one gulp.

Li Xiaomei’s death meant no one would ever discover that Chu Qiao had meticulously planned everything long before the woman’s planned departure.

The day after Li Xiaomei left, she was intercepted the moment she stepped out of the villa. She was then taken to the cemetery and forced to kneel before Chu Qiao’s parents’ graves to repent.

Chu Ji handled the operation with his usual efficiency, given his expertise in such matters.

Chu Qiao observed the scene. Li Xiaomei’s remorse seemed genuine enough, her forehead was bleeding from repeatedly striking the ground.

But Chu Qiao felt it was far from sufficient.

For the next half-month, Li Xiaomei returned daily to repent until she was on the verge of a breakdown, barely hanging on. Only then did Chu Qiao finally release her.

What happened after that remained unclear. Perhaps Li Xiaomei seized an opportunity, stole a car with faulty brakes, and met with a fatal accident.

“I heard she was driving a car with malfunctioning brakes when she crashed into a guardrail and died instantly,” Le Yi remarked.

Le Yi spoke casually, her expression relaxed. After all, Li Xiaomei’s death was a cause for celebration.

“Is that so? Then she was truly unlucky,” Chu Qiao replied, returning the sliced steak to Le Yi with a gentle smile.

Le Yi glanced at her, then lowered her head with a smile, suppressing the emotion in her eyes.

The little brat still won’t tell me the truth. Does she think I’ll hold a grudge if I find out?

How could that be? Li Xiaomei was such a vile person—ten deaths wouldn’t be enough for her.

But if the little wolf cub doesn’t want to tell me, that’s fine. I’m not one to pry into every detail.

After Li Xiaomei’s death, the Chu family completely collapsed. Their companies either went bankrupt or were acquired, with Chu Qiao playing a significant role in the process.

She didn’t inherit the Chu family name but continued using “Feiyue” as the group’s name, focusing on developing and expanding her own business.

With Li Xiaomei dead and the Chu family dismantled, Le Yi’s mission was complete.

The System sent multiple daily notifications urging her to leave the Small World, but Le Yi pretended not to hear. When annoyed, she even blocked it, causing the System’s data to become disordered several times before it finally crashed.

Le Yi shrugged, saying, “It’s none of my business. It’s just too fragile.”

The System, sent for repair, promptly crashed again.

The seasons changed, time passed, and another winter arrived.

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