Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: It’s the Patron

Inside the top-tier VIP penthouse of Special Life, a trail of discarded coats, shirts, and lingerie lay scattered across the floor, stretching toward the bedroom like a path out of an old-school soap opera.

The lights in the bedroom were off because Ji Laizhi didn’t like them on. A layer of sweat soaked the back of her neck, and feeling a bit overwhelmed, she hooked her leg and pushed the shoulder of the person in front of her with her heel: “That’s enough.”

Shen Hehui raised her head. She initially wanted to kiss Ji Laizhi’s lips but, fearing she might be repulsed, turned to kiss her earlobe instead. Her face was flushed as she whispered, “Don’t you like it?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it; it was that she couldn’t take any more.

Ji Laizhi looked into those sparkling eyes and reached out to pinch the other woman’s full, shapely chin. She teased, “Even if I like it, we can’t keep going forever. My waist is very sore.”

Shen Hehui knew Ji Laizhi’s body inside out; she knew exactly where the limits were. Realizing that Ji Laizhi truly couldn’t handle more and wasn’t just flirting, she knelt beside her with a hint of regret and began to carefully massage her waist.

Ji Laizhi lay lazily on the bed, enjoying the “after-sales service.” She squinted her eyes and asked nonchalantly, “The ‘New Century’ competition is next week. The company registered you and Chen Wenxuan. How is the preparation going?”

New Century was a talent show open to all entertainment companies with transparent nationwide recruitment. Following right after the idol survival shows that had just ended, it had massive momentum and ample promotion. it was a “pie” with a limitless future.

They were looking for singers.

And Ji Laizhi was the specially invited “Golden Producer” for this program—and Shen Hehui’s current patron (Gold Medal Sponsor).

Shen Hehui nodded, her hands pressing against the firm skin of Ji Laizhi’s lower back. “It’s okay. I’ve never been on such a big show before, so I’m a little nervous.”

Ji Laizhi opened one eye a crack and reached out an arm to twist a lock of Shen Hehui’s hair between her fingers. She said flatly, “With your strength, you’ll definitely make it to the finals. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Shen Hehui obediently lowered her head to let her play with her hair, stopped mentioning her nerves, and after massaging for a while longer, asked, “Sister, can we meet tomorrow?”

Ji Laizhi said sleepily, “I have work tomorrow.”

Shen Hehui: “What about the day after?”

Ji Laizhi: “Work the day after, too.”

Shen Hehui said piteously, “Can’t you just… not have work?”

Ji Laizhi laughed. “If I don’t work, how am I supposed to support you, hmm?”

Shen Hehui bit her lip. After a long silence, she whispered, “I can support myself.”

Ji Laizhi gave the youngster some face: “Right, right, right, you can. Our future star… give me a hand. I’m going to take a shower before we talk about whether I work or not, okay?”

Ji Laizhi… Wang Qing closed the bathroom door and turned the shower head to the maximum. She gripped the sink, the veins on her hands bulging: “…What is going on???”

A pleasant voice echoed in Wang Qing’s mind: “Apologies, the system encountered a slight error. This world was already in operation. The host may not be able to have her own name and must play the role of ‘Ji Laizhi’.”

Wang Qing said speechlessly, “Who asked you about that? Didn’t I die from jumping off a building?”

The system was silent for two seconds, then had a realization: “Oh, that. Has the host ever read ‘Quick Transmigration’ novels? This is that situation.”

Wang Qing knit her elegant brows: “Did you get my consent?”

The system said matter-of-factly, “Is consent necessary? If the mission is successful, the host can be reborn.”

Wang Qing: “…”

System: “…”

The system added dryly, “There’s also a surprise gift pack.”

Wang Qing looked at the face in the mirror—exactly the same as the one she had before she died. It was beautiful to the point of being eerie. Her thick eyelashes cast deep shadows, and her cold, sinister gaze reached a level that was almost macabre.

In short, she looked like a beauty who was a bit mentally unstable.

…Then again, who with a stable mind would jump off a building?

The person and the system faced off like this for a while until the system finally sighed and proposed, “After the mission ends, I can grant you one wish.”

Wang Qing’s eyes narrowed. She licked her back molars: “Any wish at all?”

The system thought seriously: “Any wish at all.”

A slow smirk spread across Wang Qing’s lips. “Now that’s a bit interesting. Tell me your rules.”

The system said, “Hello, Host. This system’s code name is K216. This Quick Transmigration mission is to recycle the target character’s ‘fragments.’ Fragments must be recycled while the world is stable—meaning the target’s Love Value and Hate Value must both reach 100. At that point, you can move to the next world.”

“The target of this world is: Shen Hehui. Initial Love Value: 60. Hate Value: 0.”

Wang Qing was surprised: “The Love Value is that high already?”

System: “The world has already begun. The original character has already accumulated some Love Value. I will now introduce the basic situation.”

Three months ago, Shen Hehui had just turned eighteen. To pave the way for her debut, the company collaborated with many celebrities to promote her birthday banquet. More than a dozen A-list stars and top producers attended. They officially announced her recording for the New Century talent show next week, buying several trending searches.

On the night of the banquet, a drunk Ji Laizhi stared at Shen Hehui in the villa for a long time before she finally couldn’t resist and lured the girl into bed.

Fortunately, Shen Hehui wasn’t without her own motives. She was skilled, obedient, never overstepped her bounds, and knew how to act spoiled while maintaining her distance. Ji Laizhi liked her very much and hadn’t changed bed partners for three whole months.

This was the part Wang Qing hadn’t experienced. She had transmigrated directly onto the bed, and her body control had been locked by the system, so she couldn’t fly into a rage on the spot.

Shen Hehui’s family background wasn’t healthy—an abusive father, an indifferent mother, and a younger brother who was the “family crown jewel” waiting to be fed. The whole family relied on the broken her.

A few days before Shen Hehui entered the company, her entire family mysteriously died in a car accident on the highway. Only Shen Hehui was left. She entered the company at age ten and had been a child star doing commercials since then.

Wang Qing rubbed her chin: “Unhappy family of origin, constrained and controlled by the company, forced to be a ‘friend with benefits’ by a producer… a kid like this…”

System: “Is very pitiable?”

Wang Qing scoffed. “No. She must be very easy to fool.”

The system was speechless for a moment before prompting: “Please pay attention to the growth of the ‘Hate Value.’ When the Love Value reaches 100, the system will lock it. Therefore, it is recommended that the host prioritize maxing out the Love Value. Once the Hate Value starts rising, the Love Value becomes difficult to increase.”

Wang Qing understood: “Make her fall in love with me, then dump her?”

System: “…That is essentially the idea.”

Wang Qing stood under the shower, letting the hot water wash over her body, completely uncaring if the system could see her. “Have you guided many hosts?”

System: “…No, I am a new system.”

Wang Qing complimented, “You have a very nice voice.”

System: “Thank you.”

Wang Qing licked the corner of her mouth. “New system, want to know how a perfect host hooks a girl?”

System: “…Huh?”

Wasn’t that the kind of question the system was supposed to answer?

Wang Qing used her fingers to slick her wet hair back and cracked the bathroom door open: “Hehui, is there a bath towel out there?”

Shen Hehui gave an affirmative sound, rustled around for a bit, found a spare towel in the cabinet, and handed it to Wang Qing through the crack in the door.

Wang Qing watched those smooth, slender hands with interest. The neatly trimmed nails didn’t have a single rough edge. The curve of her fingers was enough to provoke illicit thoughts; they were like a perfect jade vase.

At the very least, this target’s appearance was indeed very pleasing.

Wang Qing didn’t touch the towel. Instead, she grabbed Shen Hehui’s wrist, pulled her inside, and pinned her against the wall without a word.

Shen Hehui was startled. Her almond eyes widened like a deer’s. Not even caring that her clothes were getting wet, she muttered, “…Sister, you’re so strong.”

Wang Qing’s lips and tongue lingered on the other’s chin for a moment before she looked up and asked, “How long have you been with me?”

Shen Hehui didn’t even have to think: “Two months and twenty-six days.”

Catching the slightly teasing look in Wang Qing’s eyes, Shen Hehui finally snapped out of it. She swallowed nervously and stubbornly wrapped her arms around Wang Qing’s waist: “You’re teasing me again.”

Wang Qing pressed closer, guiding Shen Hehui to kiss her. “Where am I teasing you? I just asked a casual question, and you told me everything. After telling me, you got shy all on your own. Can you not be so cute?”

Shen Hehui’s ears turned beet red. She gripped Wang Qing’s waist, lifted her onto the sink, and blocked her lips to stop her from talking further. The hot water in the bathroom was still running, and the humidity made everything restless. The bath towel they had brought in was forgotten in some corner.

In her blurred consciousness, Wang Qing looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly smiled. She tilted her head to whisper against Shen Hehui’s ear: “Look at me.”

Because of those three words, the mirror seemed to instantly transform into a cursed magic mirror—simultaneously enchanting Shen Hehui to look up while making her too afraid to do so.

Wang Qing repeated: “Look at me.”

Only then did Shen Hehui hesitantly look up. She saw those gorgeous, vividly colored eyes and the unmaskable smile within them. It was like a demon, bewitching her to perform better.

Wang Qing licked the corner of her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Do you like it? It’s because of you that I’ve become like this.”

Shen Hehui hurriedly blocked her lips again. This was already the countless time she had panicked since entering the bathroom. That mirror, shrouded in steam, had planted a seed in her heart. Even while kissing, she couldn’t help but anticipate and look to see what kind of expression was on that face in the mirror.

It was lethal.

Shen Hehui had training the next morning and returned to the company dormitory first. Wang Qing didn’t have the habit of letting people stay over. After her shower, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, lighting a cigarette.

She never rejected physical companionship. After all, humans have only three sources of happiness: sex, sleep, and food.

The system finally spoke: “This is the ‘perfect host’s’ method of hooking a girl?”

Wang Qing closed her eyes to rest. “What’s with that tone? Hurry up and report. How much did the Love Value increase just now?”

The system fell into a strange silence for a moment. “Zero.”

Wang Qing: “…?”

System: “Host, do you actually know what love is?”

Wang Qing said as a matter of course, “All of humanity knows.”

System: “Doing it doesn’t count.”

Now it was Wang Qing’s turn to fall into a strange silence. She finished her cigarette with a glass of red wine, thinking for a long time—something she hadn’t done in a while—before muttering, “Do kids these days actually prefer ‘pure love’?”