I'm a Professional at Being a Scumbag [Quick Wear] - Chapter 9

Though Chu Qiao didn’t know who they were talking about, their vulgar and depraved thoughts made her feel nauseous.

After finishing their conversation, the two men left, their arms around each other.

Only then did Chu Qiao realize that one of them was Li Xianyun.

Seeing this scum, Chu Qiao’s fists clenched. Recalling the way he had looked at her sister earlier, a dark premonition immediately surfaced in her mind.

Are they planning to harm my sister?

Without wasting another moment, Chu Qiao slipped away silently. She scanned the row of private rooms, most of which were occupied by paunchy men, showing no signs of Le Yi’s presence.

As time ticked by, with over a dozen rooms still unchecked, Chu Qiao grew increasingly anxious. In desperation, she grabbed a passing red-haired staff member, snatched her walkie-talkie, and demanded, “Which room are the actresses in?”

Chu Qiao’s tall stature and icy demeanor radiated overwhelming pressure. The red-haired woman froze, staring at her blankly, speechless.

“Don’t be afraid. Just tell me which room they’re in, and I won’t hurt you.”

The red-haired woman stammered, “I… I don’t know.”

Chu Qiao didn’t have time for games. She threw the walkie-talkie to the ground and crushed it under her heel. “I’m asking you one last time: which private room are they in?”

The red-haired woman cowered, pointing to the right. “In Huanxisha, on the right.”

Chu Qiao grabbed her arm. “You’re coming with me.”

Letting her go would risk her calling for backup to sabotage their plans. Keeping her close was the safer option.

Halfway through her foot soak, Xiao Qing excused herself, saying she felt stuffy and wanted some fresh air.

Zhu Qiong glanced at her and closed her eyes again.

She barely knew Xiao Qing; they’d only exchanged a few words at Director Xu’s dinner earlier that day.

Zhu Qiong had initially liked the girl, but Xiao Qing’s remark, “Sister Qiong is the biggest star here,” had soured her impression.

Whether sincere or not, the comment had left a bad taste in her mouth.

After about ten minutes, Xiao Qing still hadn’t returned. A waiter entered the room and addressed Zhu Qiong: “Miss Zhu, your friend is being harassed by some men. They asked me to fetch you for help.”

Zhu Qiong frowned. “Why come to me? Shouldn’t you handle this yourselves?”

They barely knew each other. Why would they ask her for help?

Zhu Qiong sensed something was amiss.

The server hesitated, then said, “Miss Xiao is afraid that making a scene will bring negative attention, so she asked me to find you.”

Zhu Qiong remained unmoved. The server pressed further, “Miss Zhu, Miss Xiao trusts you enough to send me. What if something happens to her…?”

Just then, the foot massage technician entered with her tools. Zhu Qiong glanced at the sleeping Le Yi and instructed the technician, “Stay here with her and make absolutely sure she’s safe.”

The technician nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave her side for a moment.”

Only then did Zhu Qiong feel reassured enough to follow the server to find Xiao Qing.

As soon as the door closed, the technician’s expression shifted. She glanced at Le Yi and scoffed disdainfully.

“Not even that pretty. And she’s an actress? I could do that too.”

After her rant, she pulled out her phone and typed, “It’s done. Come quickly.”

In the opposite VIP room, Li Xianyun was flirting with his own technician. Hearing the message, he whistled to the man beside him.

The man raised an eyebrow, and they exchanged a knowing glance before slipping out silently.

Tang Sha opened his eyes, his gaze filled with worry.

Li Xianyun seemed to have sensed something and kept a close watch on Tang Sha, giving him no chance to slip away.

The other man had arrived midway through their conversation, so he had no idea what they were plotting.

Li Xianyun turned to look at Tang Sha, the sinister grin still playing on his lips.

“Brother Tang Sha, we’re friends now. You’ll have to show this little brother the ropes.”

Tang Sha forced a smile, saying nothing.

Brother? Little brother? I’m younger than you, you old fool.

Zhao Wei darted into the private room where Le Yi was waiting. Once inside, he gave the masseuse a pointed look, signaling her to leave.

The masseuse stood up, protesting, “Just dismissing me like that? Am I your servant?”

Zhao Wei, already anticipating the pleasure of having the beauty in his arms, didn’t bother arguing. He transferred a thousand yuan to her.

“Stand guard outside. There’ll be plenty in it for you once I’m done.”

The masseuse sneered, glanced at Le Yi, and pushed the door open to leave.

Zhao Wei approached Le Yi, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Such a stunning beauty, and an actress too. I’ll savor every moment.

But first, he had business to attend to. Zhao Wei pulled out his phone and snapped several quick photos.

Feeling unsatisfied, he took several 360-degree videos from all angles.

Le Yi’s sleep was restless. She could hear voices, but her thoughts were muddled, as if she were lost in a fog.

Her body grew increasingly hot, desperately craving some kind of release, but she couldn’t even open her eyes.

A strange man’s voice seemed to whisper in her ear. A white flash seared through Le Yi’s mind, and a sharp pain, like a needle piercing her temple, jolted her awake.

The System wiped a bead of sweat. Thank goodness I woke the host in time! Otherwise, things could have gotten really bad.

Light flooded her vision as Le Yi opened her eyes. A man she didn’t recognize was staring at her with a leering expression. She recoiled in terror, springing to her feet.

“Who are you?!”

Zhao Wei’s eyes lit up at her alertness. “This is getting even more interesting.”

Sensing his malicious intent, Le Yi’s voice turned icy. “I don’t care who you are. This is the women’s lounge. Get out!”

She reached for her phone, but it was on the small table beside her, and she barely had the strength to keep from collapsing.

“Get out? You’re joking, my dear. I came here specifically for you. I can’t leave empty-handed, now can I?”

He lunged at Le Yi, who screamed in terror and dodged to the side.

Zhao Wei pursued relentlessly, and Le Yi stumbled to the ground, stars exploding behind her eyes.

What’s happening? Where are Zhu Qiong and Xiao Qing?

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision blurred.

Don’t pass out!

Despite her desperate efforts to stay conscious, her eyelids felt like lead, slowly drooping shut.

Zhao Wei reached out with his groping hand, almost touching Le Yi, when the booth door was kicked open with a violent crash.

Chu Qiao nearly shattered at the sight before her.

If she had arrived even a moment later…

She couldn’t bear to think about it.

Chu Qiao shoved the red-haired woman inside and slammed the door shut.

Seeing her furious entrance, Zhao Wei demanded, “Who are you?”

Chu Qiao’s knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists, her eyes radiating icy fury.

“I’m here to take your life!”

Before Zhao Wei could react, a brutal kick slammed into his chest, followed by a relentless barrage of punches to his face, leaving him no chance to breathe.

The masseuse froze in terror, rooted to the spot. It took her several moments to regain her senses, then she screamed and tried to flee.

Chu Qiao turned her head, her voice utterly devoid of warmth. “Stop!”

The red-haired woman stiffened, frozen in place with her hand on the door handle, afraid to move.

Zhao Wei lay half-dead, gasping for air. Chu Qiao had intended to kill him outright, but Le Yi whimpered in pain.

Chu Qiao paused, then stomped viciously on Zhao Wei’s groin, crushing his genitals until they were pulp. Only then did she scoop up Le Yi and stride out, pausing briefly beside the red-haired woman.

“Watch your mouth. You know what to say and what to keep quiet about!”

The red-haired woman’s legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, whimpering, “I didn’t see anything! I didn’t hear anything!”

Chu Qiao draped her coat over Le Yi, burying her face, and strode away.

The red-haired woman, terrified, huddled behind the door, trembling as she listened to Zhao Wei’s weak cries for help.

“Help me… please help me…”

She glanced at him, then clutched her head, repeating, “I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything!”

Chu Qiao had initially planned to take Le Yi home, but Le Yi kept squirming in her arms, restless and agitated.

As they stepped out of the bathhouse, Le Yi opened her eyes, glanced at Chu Qiao, then closed them again, seemingly reassured.

“So, you’re my little wolf cub after all,” Chu Qiao murmured.

She didn’t understand the strange nickname Le Yi had given her, but seeing the flush on Le Yi’s face and her rapid breathing, Chu Qiao knew the answer.

She must have been drugged. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be like this.

Le Yi nuzzled against her, whimpering in discontent.

“So hot… so hot…”

Not wanting anyone to see Le Yi’s flushed, feverish state, Chu Qiao took her to the nearest hotel.

Chu Qiao had intended to give Le Yi a lukewarm bath to cool her down, but as soon as she set her on the sofa, Le Yi clung to her.

“Qiaoqiao, be good… let Sister kiss you.”

Before Chu Qiao could react, Le Yi pressed her lips against hers, easily prying open her teeth and entwining their tongues.

Le Yi felt some of the restlessness in her heart ease, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

She pressed Chu Qiao onto the sofa, straddled her lap, and reached for her own clothes.

It’s too hot. I need to take these off.

Chu Qiao watched the rare, breathtaking sight without blinking, her throat bobbing repeatedly as her own heart pounded harder.

After baring herself, Le Yi began stripping Chu Qiao’s clothes off as well, until she felt her cool skin. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

“So cool… it feels so good.”

Chu Qiao swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around Le Yi’s slender waist. Suppressing her own rising desire, she said, “Sister, let me take you to the shower. A shower will make you feel better.”

She knew Le Yi didn’t want to be the submissive one, so she had always restrained herself from touching her. More than her own desires, she feared Le Yi’s anger if she crossed that line.

Le Yi, who had been nuzzling Chu Qiao’s neck, tilted her head back to look at her, her peach-blossom eyes curving upward with irresistible allure.

“Qiaoqiao, why won’t you kiss me?”

With those words, Chu Qiao’s defenses crumbled completely. She took a deep breath, pressed her hand against the back of Le Yi’s head, and kissed her deeply.

Her hand, which had been around Le Yi’s waist, slid down her spine…