I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 28: Useless Except for Her Beauty

Le Yi woke up in a bar.

To be precise, she was woken up by the shrill sound of music.

Opening her eyes, she found herself in a place bustling with activity, lit by vibrant lights and filled with the aroma of alcohol, and she froze for a moment.

After completing so many missions, this was the first time she’d woken up in such a fashionable place. It was quite interesting.

But when she received the plot, she no longer felt that way.

This time, she no longer needed to struggle for survival because she was a rich second-generation heir, a member of a family so wealthy they dripped with money.

It was just that her reputation wasn’t… the best.

The upper social circles placed great emphasis on reputation. A woman like her, a promiscuous playboy, would be universally scorned.

Ever since she made her debut, all the playboys and sentimental young masters had to make way.

“Second Young Miss arrives! Everyone step aside!”

Speaking of Second Young Miss Le, everyone tacitly agreed that she was beyond redemption. Not only had she brought shame upon herself, but she’d also disgraced the entire Le family.

Le Yi looked around carefully and felt that the rumors were greatly exaggerated. She had simply wanted to give all her younger sisters a home, a warm embrace to rely on.

[System Yin-Yang: When you were twelve, you sent confession letters to all the wealthy young ladies. From that moment on, their parents added you to their blacklist.]

Le Yi never realized she had such a daring past.

Thinking back, she’d sent out over twenty mass emails, ultimately winning a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat.

Only three responded; the rest vanished without a trace. One girl stood out, curious about romance yet too timid to act on it. They agreed to be together when she turned eighteen.

Later, Le Yi went abroad for school, had a blast, and by the time she returned, she’d completely forgotten the girl’s name.

Host, wake up! Stop reminiscing about your romantic exploits—focus on the mission!

After being sent back for repairs, the System had grown utterly fearless, kicking her out of the Small World at will and relentlessly hounding her about tasks, showing no regard for her as the host.

“Little System, you’ve been getting a bit too full of yourself lately.”

During repairs, the technician installed ninety-nine pounds of rebellious spirit in me. Now my entire system is refreshed and invigorated. So what if I anger you to death? You can’t even touch me.

Le Yi clenched her fist.

Someone approached, their overpowering perfume making her head spin.

“Second Young Miss, why are you sitting here alone? You look so lonely.”

The woman wore a golden, deep-V, knee-length miniskirt and had already settled herself in Le Yi’s lap before she finished speaking.

Le Yi looked up at her. The woman wasn’t bad-looking, but the purposefulness in her eyes made Le Yi feel like she was the one being taken advantage of.

“What are you staring at me for, Second Young Miss? Is my makeup not to your liking?”

Le Yi couldn’t even remember the woman’s name, but the woman didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Even without Le Yi’s participation, she seemed perfectly content to entertain herself.

The woman reached for a drink on the table, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her low-cut dress, revealing a deep cleavage.

She picked up the glass, held it between her lips, and brought it to Le Yi’s mouth.

“Does this way of drinking suit you, Second Young Miss?”

The overpowering perfume had momentarily fogged Le Yi’s mind, but now her thoughts cleared. Smiling, she leaned in to sip the drink, then, under the woman’s coquettish gaze, pulled her onto the sofa.

The woman tilted her head back. “?”

Le Yi flashed a dazzling smile. “Sorry, I need to use the restroom.”

The woman leaned back, propping herself up with one hand on the sofa arm, and rubbed her foot against Le Yi’s calf.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Second Young Miss.”

Le Yi laughed. “I won’t.”

As she turned away, her smile vanished, replaced by a wrinkled nose in distaste.

The perfume was too overpowering. Even if it was a high-quality scent, there was no need to drench oneself in it like insect repellent.

Entering the restroom, the music temporarily softened, providing a brief respite for Le Yi’s throbbing head.

She splashed cold water on her face to stay alert. As she stepped out, the System’s reminder echoed in her mind:

If you dawdle any longer, the task target will be defiled by that sleazy man.

Le Yi’s breath hitched as a flood of plot points surged through her mind, her temples throbbing like they were being drilled by an electric drill.

[Task Target: Lin Qi, heiress to the Lin Corporation, a pampered princess doted upon by all. Beautiful and kind-hearted, she’s the center of attention, a little princess surrounded by adoring admirers.]

[Today was her 20th birthday. After the birthday party, she went out singing with her girlfriends. The naive girl drank drugged liquor, lost consciousness, and was taken to a hotel—on the verge of losing her virginity.]

Lin Qi. Le Yi savored the name, finding it vaguely familiar.

This trope was all too familiar to her. Wasn’t it a staple of melodramatic romance novels? The wicked female villain forces the innocent, pure-hearted heroine into bed with an older man, seemingly doing the villain a favor while simultaneously ruining the heroine’s reputation and turning her into a social pariah.

But the villain’s scheme rarely succeeded. Instead, the unconscious heroine would encounter the hero, and then…

Then the heroine would vanish without a trace, the hero would remain obsessed, and after a series of twists and turns, he would recognize her through some subtle detail. In the end, they would be reunited.

A perfect happy ending.

The cliché plot remained the same, but the gender roles had been reversed. This time, it wasn’t the tycoon saving the little white flower, but rather her own playboy prince.

Le Yi made a smoking gesture and said, “Being too capable can be a burden sometimes.”

The System nearly crashed.

Coincidentally, Lin Qi’s hotel was right next to the bar, and it happened to be owned by the Le family.

When Le Yi entered, the staff greeted her enthusiastically. The front desk clerk smiled and said, “Second Young Miss, …”

Le Yi cut her off. “Which room is Young Miss Lin in?”

The clerk hesitated. Le Yi’s expression darkened. “It seems you don’t value your job very much.”

The clerk immediately replied, “Suite 1888 on the eighteenth floor.”

A staff member nearby handed her the room keycard. Le Yi strode toward the elevators, then paused and added, “If anyone tries to go to the eighteenth floor later, stop them. Delay them for as long as you can. If you can’t stop them, call my brother and tell him there’s a disturbance in the hotel.”

The front desk nodded vigorously, like a machine.

Le Yi smoothly ascended to the eighteenth floor, found room 1888, and entered, only to find it empty.

Could the front desk have lied to her? But why would they?

Le Yi went back out to search and spotted Lin Qi leaning against the wall in the stairwell.

She wore a white, knee-length halter dress that accentuated her slender, fair legs and delicate ankles.

At that moment, Lin Qi was gasping for breath, so focused on her distress that she didn’t even notice Le Yi approaching.

Her rapid breathing indicated that the drug’s effects were already kicking in.

Le Yi reached out and patted her shoulder. Startled, the young woman flinched and slipped backward, but Le Yi quickly grabbed her and pulled her close, drawing her into a firm embrace.

Lin Qi was already feverish and delirious. Le Yi, still cool from the outside air, didn’t meet resistance, but instead, Lin Qi instinctively leaned into the embrace.

Le Yi released her grip on Lin Qi’s waist. “Miss Lin, you’ve been drugged. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Hearing her voice, Lin Qi looked up, her eyes flickering with confusion, then abruptly shoved her away.

“Get away! Don’t touch me!”

“Alright,” Le Yi replied.

She never intended to touch Lin Qi. Even though Lin Qi was her target, starting their relationship under these circumstances could make future advances difficult.

Exploiting someone’s vulnerability is always despicable.

Lin Qi’s eyes burned with resentment, her lower lip trembling as she fought back tears.

Le Yi pushed open the stairwell door. Seeing Lin Qi hadn’t followed, she urged, “Hurry up! Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

Lin Qi finally burst into tears, her tears falling audibly.

Le Yi froze. What’s wrong? she wondered. Was my tone not gentle enough?

“Little darling, let’s go to the hospital, okay?”

“No!”

Lin Qi glared at her, but her feverish flush and teary eyes, rather than intimidating, gave her a vulnerable, almost coy charm.

Thinking the medication was wearing off, Le Yi stepped closer. “Miss Lin, how about I carry you downstairs?”

As she moved to pick up Lin Qi, the latter fiercely resisted. To restrain her, Le Yi pinned her against the wall.

Their eyes met, and tears welled up in Lin Qi’s eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

Seeing someone cry was naturally distressing. Just as Le Yi was about to say something, Lin Qi bit her shoulder.

Le Yi hissed in pain, but Lin Qi showed no sign of letting go. After a long moment, she finally released her grip and buried her face in Le Yi’s shoulder.

“Miss Lin, you…”

“Shut up!”

Le Yi fell silent. Just as she was about to forcibly lead Lin Qi downstairs, Lin Qi spoke again.

“Mm, just stay like this for a while,” she mumbled.

Le Yi couldn’t argue. She lent her shoulder, and Lin Qi wrapped her arms around her, deeply inhaling her scent.

The coolness of Le Yi’s body effectively calmed her agitation, and before she knew it, Lin Qi was lost in the sensation.

Sensing Lin Qi’s growing desperation, Le Yi firmly grasped her flailing hand.

“Miss Lin, we really should go to the hospital.”

Lin Qi looked at her, her cheeks flushed crimson, the corners of her eyes tinged with red.

“Do you really despise me that much?”

Le Yi was taken aback. What did this have to do with despising someone? Did needing Chinese medicine mean she couldn’t go to the hospital?

Seeing her silence, Lin Qi assumed she was tacitly agreeing, and a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes. Then, with venom in her voice, she snapped, “I have beauty, I have curves, and I have family connections—more than enough to be your match!”

“So?” Le Yi asked.

“Kiss me!” Lin Qi demanded.

Le Yi couldn’t understand how her mind was jumping so wildly, but with Lin Qi drugged and delirious, she couldn’t afford to indulge in such nonsense.

Without another word, Le Yi scooped Lin Qi into her arms and headed for the elevator.

Lin Qi’s long, slender legs kicked wildly, but when she realized she couldn’t escape, she wrapped her arms around Le Yi’s neck and kissed her.

Her rational mind was nearly gone, and being a first-time kisser, she was utterly clumsy. Yet Le Yi found a certain charm in this awkward gesture, her heart skipping a beat.

Lin Qi kissed Le Yi, her slightly pointed canines biting through her lip, a faint metallic taste of blood flooding her mouth.

Perhaps unsatisfied by the lack of comfort she sought, Lin Qi kissed for a while before dejectedly releasing Le Yi.

“I don’t know how. Teach me.”

She gazed at Le Yi, tears welling in her eyes, her delicate face crumpled in pitiful distress. Anyone would have felt pity for her.

Le Yi was no exception. After all, she was a normal woman—how could she resist the allure of a beauty like Lin Qi?

“You really want me to teach you?” Le Yi asked.

Impatient with the delay, Lin Qi had already found something more entertaining than kissing: the burning heat in Le Yi’s palm, the softness of her lips and tongue, the warm breath…

Her senses were amplified, so vivid they made her tremble.

Le Yi gasped, pressing Lin Qi against the wall, her eyes darkening with a dangerous glint.

“You brought this upon yourself!”

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