Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Don’t Treat Me Like Someone You Can Kick Away…

Although the job of music director was indeed leisurely, and the production team was simply happy to have the name “Ji Laizhi” attached to it, there were still occasions that required her presence. On the evening of the following day, the production team held a celebratory dinner at a seaside villa for the contestants who had successfully advanced past the first round. Naturally, the first half was filmed by cameras.

The entrance of the contestants alone took half a day to film. Facing the lens, everyone diligently played their established personas. Shen Hehui found it difficult to go to the second floor to look for Wang Qing, so she stayed on the first floor, bored out of her mind.

The contestants participating in the competition were a motley crew of all sorts, but those who could stay at least had no problems with their singing. Shen Hehui had the biggest reputation among this group, so naturally, she had the most people revolving around her. A sweet-looking girl approached, holding a wine glass to toast her: “Teacher Shen, I’ve heard much about your great name.”

Shen Hehui glanced at her, knowing she was a popular contestant, and gave a noncommittal nod without taking the glass.

The girl was very likable in appearance and didn’t seem to notice Shen Hehui’s aloofness at all. As she pressed closer, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Seeing that Shen Hehui was ignoring her, the girl actually became even more enthusiastic: “Tell me about it. We’re all here to make friends. If you don’t have a girlfriend, let’s get to know each other. Later, when the show is over, we can hang out together. We have a group chat, we can play games together…”

Shen Hehui suddenly interrupted: “I do.”

The girl was completely immersed in her own imaginings and took two seconds to realize which question Shen Hehui was answering. She let out a small “ah” of surprise: “Your agency, Xinghuo, actually allows artists to date before debut?”

“A reminder, friend. Our customary rule is that a sugar mommy doesn’t count as a girlfriend.”

Shen Hehui insisted stubbornly: “I do.”

The girl pursed her lips and waved her hand: “Alright, but we can still be friends. My name is—”

“Excuse me,” Shen Hehui interrupted her, “I need to use the restroom.”

People in this circle knew how to play best. Wang Qing could even be called devoted by comparison, as she only had one bed partner at any given time. When they parted, it was always on good terms; she was generous and never had a partner cause a scene at the company or leak her privacy as a joke.

But that didn’t mean Shen Hehui didn’t mind; she just had no standing to mind.

The girl’s sugary-sweet gaze made Shen Hehui not want to look at her for another second. She went into the restroom to wash her face, planning to go straight to the second floor.

There were no cameras on the second floor; it was where the behind-the-scenes staff stayed. From producers to directors to investors, basically everyone was there. Big shots gathered in clusters, proving a bit more adept at socializing than the “future stars” downstairs.

When Shen Hehui went upstairs, Wang Qing had already finished two rounds of drinks. Her face was flushed, and she was laughing happily while chatting with people.

Beside her was the boss of Xinghuo, who had arrived at some point wearing a very formal evening gown. Her hand was almost wrapped around Wang Qing’s waist.

The system prompted: “Target approaching.”

Wang Qing drained the dregs of her wine glass: “As if you need to tell me?”

System: “…”

Wang Qing took the initiative to hand her empty glass to the boss. The boss was stunned for a moment, and then her words carried a hint of irrepressible joy: “Do you want me to refill your wine?”

Wang Qing smiled: “Either way is fine.”

The show’s investor saw Shen Hehui out of the corner of his eye and beckoned her over: “Little Shen—my, the contestants from Xinghuo really have that star quality. The post-production staff were just discussing it; once the first episode airs, a championship is practically guaranteed. Of course, Teacher Ji’s song was excellent, hahaha.”

Only then did Wang Qing turn back to glance at Shen Hehui. She then shifted away from the boss’s hand—making sure this movement was “unobtrusive” yet visible to Shen Hehui. She smiled and asked, “Is it over downstairs?”

In Shen Hehui’s ears, this sentence automatically translated to “Why are you here?” She replied tepidly, “I’m sorry to interrupt you.”

“Not at all, not at all,” the investor pulled her over with such intimacy it was as if he wanted her to recognize him as a godmother on the spot. “The cameras downstairs are so boring. They’re just filming some behind-the-scenes filler. Stay here and play with us; there will be good food in a bit.”

The more status a person had in the entertainment industry, the more their “play” revolved around three things: eating well, drinking well, and f-u-c-k-i-n-g well. Shen Hehui could bet that within half an hour, contestants from downstairs would consciously find their way up. She glanced at Wang Qing and saw a flicker of guilt on that breathtakingly beautiful face.

Wang Qing didn’t want her to come up.

The system prompted: “Hate value increased by 10 points. Current: 10.”

System: “Don’t play it too far.”

Wang Qing: “? Play what too far.”

System: “I suggest focusing on affection points first. If the hate value gets too high, affection will be hard to increase. Host should understand this logic.”

Wang Qing: “Did you not do a background check before choosing a host?”

Wang Qing: “Since you chose me as your host, do not point fingers at my behavior. The system should understand this logic, right?”

System: “………”

The conventional rule that failing the mission leads to death held no sway over Wang Qing. Her original cause of death was suicide; she was only willing to do the mission now because she found it fun.

If no leverage could be found over her, this host would become very troublesome. What if she didn’t feel like playing one day and simply offed herself? What would the system do?

Unfortunately, no leverage could be found for now. The system tried to soften its tone: “Understood. I will do my best to assist the Host.”

Wang Qing gave a satisfied “mm.” Even as she communicated with the system in her mind, her mask-like, flawless expression didn’t falter for a second. With a slight tipsiness from the alcohol and a flushed face, the system couldn’t even tell if she was acting.

In the second half of the party, recording on the first floor ended. People called several contestants up to play cards, and some came up of their own volition—among them was the girl who had greeted Shen Hehui downstairs earlier.

Wang Qing went to the restroom to wash her face. When she looked up, she saw Shen Hehui leaning against the wall by the door.

She was likely truly drunk; her gait wasn’t quite straight. Shen Hehui supported her arm and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to take you back to your room?”

Wang Qing blinked a couple of times: “But I want to play mahjong.”

Shen Hehui acted as if she hadn’t heard. Supporting Wang Qing’s arm, she led her to the elevator and pressed the fifth floor.

Wang Qing couldn’t stand steadily, so she had to lean into Shen Hehui’s embrace. Shen Hehui smelled of her familiar herbal fragrance and a bit of clean soap—she had probably just washed her hands.

Wang Qing murmured, “You’re so strong.”

Shen Hehui didn’t answer and pulled her toward the room.

Wang Qing continued, “Why are you ignoring me?”

Shen Hehui still did not answer.

The production team had prepared rooms for everyone. Wang Qing’s room was on the fifth floor. Shen Hehui fished the key out of her pocket, and as soon as the door opened, she pinned her against the wall and kissed her.

Having drunk too much, Wang Qing forgot how to breathe. After a moment, she began hitting Shen Hehui’s shoulders haphazardly. Their lips parted, and she panted restlessly.

Shen Hehui pressed against the tip of her nose, her hand cushioning the back of Wang Qing’s head: “I don’t want you to go play cards.”

Wang Qing said with blurred consciousness: “Hmm?”

Shen Hehui was silent for a while, panting heavily. After suppressing it for a long time, she still said aggrievedly, “Look only at me, okay?”

Probably three floors below the fifth, those people could never imagine that the Shen Hehui who was so cool, arrogant, and in control on stage was this good at acting spoiled in private—almost to the point of being unreasonable.

Wang Qing wrapped her arms around her neck and mumbled feigned ignorance: “What?”

Shen Hehui bit her lip hard.

Wang Qing let out a small hiss of pain and compromised: “Then it depends on whether there’s an entertainment activity more fun than playing cards.”

The tips of Shen Hehui’s ears were red. Having tasted the red wine in Wang Qing’s mouth, she seemed drunk as well. Lifting Wang Qing by the waist, she carried her toward the bedroom.

In all fairness, Wang Qing believed there truly was no bed partner more compatible with her than Shen Hehui. She had never seen someone so attentive; some things didn’t even need to be said—with one look, Shen Hehui knew her needs. She was meticulous and considerate, knowing exactly where to kiss, with what pressure, and what kind of sweet words to whisper.

Wang Qing stroked Shen Hehui’s face, her consciousness hazy: “It’s so hot.”

Shen Hehui pressed against her forehead: “…It is indeed very hot.”

“Sister, don’t leave me.”

“Don’t treat me like a puppy you can kick away with one foot.”

The next day was a rare day off. Wang Qing slept until very late, only showing signs of waking up in the late afternoon. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Hehui busy moving about, tidying something up.

Wang Qing rubbed her aching head: “You really have a lot of energy.”

Shen Hehui quickly leaned in: “I brewed some hangover medicine for you. Do you want to drink it?”

Wang Qing: “Are you sure that’s not something that should have been drunk last night?”

Shen Hehui scratched her head: “I don’t really know. Do you want honey water or hot water then?”

Wang Qing waved her hand: “Right now I just want to go back to sleep.”

Just as she closed her eyes, Shen Hehui leaned in relentlessly: “Sister, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

Wang Qing raised a hand in permission: “Speak.”

“It’s just…” Shen Hehui spoke cautiously: “You… you only have me as a younger sister, right?”

Wang Qing endured it for a moment, then couldn’t help but turn her head and laugh.

Shen Hehui said anxiously: “What are you laughing at? Do you have others? We said long ago, you can’t treat me like this…”

Wang Qing: “Alright, alright. You’re trying to say that I can only have you as my one bed partner, right?”

Shen Hehui said slowly: “Something… like that.”

Wang Qing nodded: “Fine, I promise you. Anything else?”

Shen Hehui pulled Wang Qing’s hand to stop her from sleeping: “Also, can you attend these wine parties less often in the future? I don’t like those investors and bosses, and I don’t like you drinking.”

Wang Qing nodded: “That is open to discussion. When you earn big money and keep me in return, I’ll stop attending.”

Shen Hehui said with a face full of seriousness: “I will work hard.”

Looking at her solemn expression, Wang Qing couldn’t help but laugh again: “Then work hard slowly. I’m going back to sleep.”

Wang Qing closed her eyes to rest for a while, feeling Shen Hehui motionless beside her. She then opened her eyes again: “What’s wrong? Is there something else?”

Shen Hehui bit her lip and said with red ears: “Can I give you a kiss?”

Wang Qing: “…Do you have to be in heat so early in the morning?”

Shen Hehui gave Wang Qing several kisses on the face before going to the bathroom, satisfied, to wash Wang Qing’s undergarments. After dismissing Shen Hehui while fighting off drowsiness, Wang Qing finally closed her eyes for another nap.

And in a place where she couldn’t see, Shen Hehui finished tidying the room, tossed the changed sheets into the washing machine, washed and hung up Wang Qing’s clothes, and then washed her hands clean. She splashed water onto the mirror, the droplets winding down, distorting that cold and sinister face.