Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Move by Yourself, Coax the Little One

Wang Qing spent half an hour figuring out the basic background. The agency Ji Laizhi belongs to is a prominent name in the domestic entertainment industry; they have produced A-list actors, acclaimed veterans, traffic stars, and idol singers, but in the early years, they truly built their fortune on singers.

Furthermore, almost all the songs back then were written by Ji Laizhi in her teens. She sang for two years herself, but at her peak, she chose to retreat behind the scenes to focus on creation. With talent, strength, and a solid reputation, she is the company’s shining golden brand.

As for her private life, such things are merely icing on the cake for those with power; playing around a bit is within reason—after all, it’s “art.”

None of this was particularly noteworthy—just a mundane family and life experience. There was only one point: the current boss of the company is Ji Laizhi’s ex-girlfriend. The two were once close friends who shared hardships together.

Wang Qing had already brainstormed the future plot direction in her head and planned to go meet this “ex-girlfriend” first.

The next morning, at the company’s shareholders’ meeting, Wang Qing was the last to arrive. She held a hand-ground iced latte, wearing a simple business white shirt, a basic Bulgari gingko leaf necklace, a black skirt, and a Patek Philippe ladies’ watch. Her hair had been cut by half and rested casually on her shoulders, looking simple yet elegant.

Entering the conference room, she naturally took the top seat, removed her sunglasses, and scanned everyone present.

She didn’t recognize most of the employees. Seated at the very end were two girls. One was Shen Hehui, who was expressionless, coldly looking down at her phone. When her eyes met Wang Qing’s, she gave a casual, slight nod.

One could not tell at all that the two were lingering in a bathroom just the night before.

However, judging by last night’s performance, Wang Qing had no idea Shen Hehui went for the “cool girl” style. At a shareholders’ meeting like this, she didn’t even lift her head; her right ear was pierced with four or five black studs. She wore no makeup, had a cold face, a loose black jacket, and ignored everyone.

She looked quite the part.

Sitting at the head of the table was an elegant woman with great temperament. Originally expressionless, she gave a gentle smile upon seeing Wang Qing enter: “Still the same as always, loving to be late. Why didn’t you wear slippers today?”

Wang Qing smirked: “I’m in a good mood and felt like dressing up. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course not,” the boss took a sip of hot tea and began the meeting. “Today is mainly to discuss organizing a program. New Century is the biggest survival show IP of the last two years, and the company has invested in it. Therefore, we were given two direct-entry spots that bypass national auditions. We’ve settled on Hehui and Wenxuan. The song selection is still being finalized. Laizhi, do you have any thoughts?”

Wang Qing reacted for a moment before remembering she was now “Ji Laizhi.” She originally wanted to say that with a face like Shen Hehui’s, she would definitely debut unless the fact that she was being “kept” was exposed. But then she reconsidered: the ex-girlfriend was sitting at the top, and the current f-u-c-k buddy was sitting at the bottom…

Wouldn’t this scene be quite interesting?

Wang Qing smiled: “I’ll listen to you.”

Shen Hehui’s hand playing with the phone paused. Even the boss herself was stunned, looking somewhat flattered, and then said: “The show is still missing a music director. Do you want to go? The contract salary is very good, and the workload isn’t heavy. You’d mostly be helping contestants revise songs and check lyrics. There’s an independent apartment and great catering.”

Wang Qing nodded: “Are you going?”

With just two sentences, she almost hooked the boss’s mouth into a wide grin. This stable and calm big boss actually appeared a bit flustered because of Wang Qing’s words.

The boss rubbed the back of her hand: “…Do you want me to go?”

Wang Qing curled her lips, her pitch-black eyes darting around like a pair of brilliant, transparent gems.

She saw Shen Hehui put down her phone and stare fixedly in this direction.

Wang Qing said with a half-smile: “Ah, I’m fine either way.”

The boss pursed her lips, seemingly weighing it very seriously: “Depending on the work schedule, I might go for a site visit. At that time, if there’s anything you’re not used to or if you feel wronged, tell me directly.”

The boss smiled: “Anyway, you have my contact info, right?”

Do I? I forgot. Whatever. Wang Qing was only interested in Shen Hehui’s reaction right now. After all, by comparison, the boss’s face was indeed a bit mundane; she hadn’t memorized it at all.

Wang Qing took a sip of coffee and said: “If the debut songs haven’t been chosen yet, I’ll write them.”

“Huh?”

“Real or fake? Teacher Ji, you haven’t taken this kind of work in a long time.”

“If that’s the case, we don’t need to worry about it becoming a massive hit.”

“Publicity department, prepare a few trending topics first. We’ll push them up along with the show later.”

The boss also raised her eyebrows in surprise: “You’re going to write them? You haven’t taken songs for singers below the second tier for a long time. For two trainees’ initial stage, does it need to be so grand?”

“Grand?” Wang Qing raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you say New Century is the biggest IP of the last two years? Besides, since I’m going to be the music director, I naturally have to bring out something convincing.”

The boss looked at Wang Qing, then at Shen Hehui, and ultimately said nothing, only adding gently: “Mm, with your level, I am naturally at ease.”

Wang Qing stayed at the company until the afternoon. After handling her work, she flagrantly left early and bought a bottle of Fenjiu in an alley near the office.

The alley was long and contained only one bar—a “web celebrity” shop. It marketed itself on the “wine fragrance doesn’t fear deep alleys” brand. The bricks and road in the alley were specially aged, with damp moss crawling in the wall cracks. Though it was only evening, the streetlights were already on.

Wang Qing glanced at the shadow behind her. Without turning around, she smiled: “Trainees can skip class too?”

Shen Hehui had self-awareness; she knew she had no right to ask about Ji Laizhi and the boss, nor could she control it. For a girl her age, the many piercings in her ears were mostly just to signal an attitude. But now that there were no outsiders, her apricot eyes widened with clarity: “I… I can sing a song written by you?”

“What kind of question is that,” Wang Qing took the packaged bottle and walked while saying, “If there were no benefits at all, what would be the point of you following me?”

Shen Hehui pursed her thin lips, neither arguing nor agreeing. She pulled up her hoodie cap and followed obediently behind Wang Qing for a while before tentatively asking: “Can I still come find you tonight?”

Since you’re already here, why wouldn’t you?

It was inevitable to run into acquaintances near the company, so Wang Qing simply took Shen Hehui back to her own home—a quadrangle-style luxury penthouse in a hutong. One could tell how much money was spent just by looking at the renovation.

The hutongs nowadays aren’t like they used to be; many houses have been converted into storefronts for various businesses. Near Wang Qing’s house, there were three beauty salons, two milk bars, a large supermarket, and an unmanned vending shop.

Shen Hehui followed Wang Qing into the unmanned shop and came out with red ears. Although they had been bed partners for three months, usually the other person just sent a message calling her over, and everything was provided in the hotel. Going into a shop to pick out supplies herself was a first-time experience.

And she was going home with Wang Qing.

Having been a bed partner for nearly three months, Shen Hehui had never been to Wang Qing’s home. To her, “home” was a contradictory place—both hated and longed for, like a swamp that she couldn’t escape; the harder she struggled, the deeper she sank.

What would Wang Qing’s home… be like?

The system suddenly prompted: “Target’s Affection Level increased by 10 points. Current: 70.”

Wang Qing looked at the bag of various supplies in her hand and the red ears of Shen Hehui beside her, remaining silent for a long moment: “Does the kid actually like pure love or not?”

The things Wang Qing picked herself were eventually going to be used on her. In the bathroom, Shen Hehui held a black hair tie in her mouth, rested her chin on Wang Qing’s shoulder, and hugged her waist, murmuring: “Sister, do you like this one?”

“How about this?”

She felt Wang Qing’s reactions while kissing her neck, finding the little thing that made Wang Qing react the most. She hooked her arm under Wang Qing’s knees and carried her to the bed in the bedroom.

In the box, there was a pair of plastic handcuffs tied with pink bows, the inner rings lined with velvet. Shen Hehui asked: “Is this okay?”

Wang Qing gave it only one look before refusing. She didn’t like any form of restraint or the feeling of being controlled; she only felt secure when everything developed within her expectations.

Seeing her refuse, Shen Hehui felt a bit let down but didn’t force it. She kissed and licked the corners of Wang Qing’s eyes: “You’re crying, Sister.”

Only at this moment, with her logic evaporated by the heat and l-u-s-t, and her consciousness blurred, did the sour jealousy Shen Hehui deliberately buried in her heart begin to churn and surge upward. Even though Sister was currently m-a-k-i-n-g l-o-v-e with her, crying from pleasure with eyes full of her, she just couldn’t forget the smile Wang Qing gave the boss during the day.

The current flowing between them, the boss’s seemingly flustered little movements, the familiarity in their words—everything kept reminding Shen Hehui that those were years belonging solely to the two of them, years she had not participated in.

Loving someone older brings this sense of displacement. Most of what she had seen, Wang Qing had seen long ago. Those high-spirited, foolish years of youth were shared with another person.

This feeling made Shen Hehui very uncomfortable. She kissed from Wang Qing’s jawline down to her collarbone, and then suddenly bit down.

Wang Qing quickly reached out to push her: “Don’t leave a mark…”

The corners of Shen Hehui’s eyes were flush red. She endured for a long while before finally compromising, gently licking the spot without biting hard. She took Wang Qing’s hand and placed it on her abdomen: “I have abs.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to try? Do it yourself.”

Shen Hehui pulled Wang Qing on top of her and kissed the corner of her mouth: “Move by yourself. Do you know how?”

Wang Qing narrowed her eyes and pinched Shen Hehui’s chin: “You’re throwing a temper.”

Shen Hehui noticed sensitively that Ji Laizhi seemed to have become exceptionally good at seducing people in just two days—the angle of her tilted eyes, the shifts in her gaze, her lips, even the beads of sweat were all sending Shen Hehui a message: Come and possess me.

She could even accurately capture her tiny emotional changes, something the old Ji Laizhi wouldn’t do; generally, she just had to lie there and enjoy.

Now… Shen Hehui looked at those pitch-black eyes that seemed like bottomless pits and felt as if Ji Laizhi had been possessed by a succubus.

Wang Qing extended the tip of her tongue and licked her lips, saying slowly: “Fine, I’ll move by myself, to coax the little one—”