Making All the Crazy Beauties Hate Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: She Can’t Drink Anymore

“Her family died in a car accident; she’s the only one left. It’s very pitiful.”

“With a face like that, she was born to be a star.”

“Teacher Ji said she’d take her in; let her stay in the trainee dorms for now.”

“She has no ID or household registration, and she doesn’t remember anything. Shouldn’t we hand her over to the police station?”

“Why do you care so much? If something goes wrong, it’s the boss’s problem. Just get her to the dorm.”

A pair of hands rested on the top of Shen Hehui’s head: “So pitiful, her whole family passed away in an accident…”

It wasn’t an accident.

Shen Hehui thought with cold indifference.

The trainee dorms were small, like a rat hole. A dozen people lived in one room, bunk beds pressed tightly together. An entire floor shared two sinks and two toilets.

Shen Hehui returned to the dorm after a day’s work to find the atmosphere strange; everyone seemed to be sizing her up, intentionally or otherwise.

One girl stood up and demanded, “Hey, did you see the snacks I put under my pillow?”

“How bizarre,” Shen Hehui replied. “How would I have seen them?”

“You dare say that? You’re the only one who leaves early and returns late every day. You must have been greedy and stolen them!”

Shen Hehui wanted to sneer, but at barely ten years old, she couldn’t make a sound. She was surrounded by these peers who felt like dozens of mountains in that cramped room, nearly swallowing her whole.

Kill them.

Might as well kill them all.

Gouge out those eyes full of malice, soak them in jars, and place them in the most prominent spot at home—somewhere I can admire them every day.

…………

…Who is singing?

Someone gasped, “It’s Teacher Ji! It’s Teacher Ji and the boss!”

The crowd dispersed instantly, everyone scrambling to run out, jamming the hallway tight.

Shen Hehui turned her head stiffly. Surrounded by the crowd, “Teacher Ji” waved her hands helplessly: “Alright, alright, I’ll sing for everyone. Just be careful not to push.”

Those eyes, like dark wells, hooked Shen Hehui, dragging her closer and closer.

The woman stroked her head: “What’s your name?”

“She doesn’t have a name yet, Teacher Ji. She won’t say. We all just call her Little Shen.”

That’s right, her name wasn’t Shen Hehui.

Shen Hehui opened her eyes, staring blankly as she lay in the bright, spacious room.

She suddenly realized that Ji Laizhi’s eyes had begun to fascinate her—it seemed to have started only in the past month. In those childhood memories she had beautified, Ji Laizhi’s eyes held only contempt, frivolity, and a faint, cold glint.

Ji Laizhi was just that kind of person: famous since youth, she had played every game there was. She never grew a heart. A few years ago, she played too hard and couldn’t suppress the fallout, which was why she was forced to move behind the scenes.

She was a bad person; her eyes were clearly full of nothing but pleasure and schemes.

But Shen Hehui remembered that night, the woman curled in her arms, lazily listening to her nag about quitting smoking and drinking. That look, that defenseless expression—she was clearly just a harmless cat.

…What kind of person was she, really?

Wang Qing rummaged through the fridge for a long time before finding a bottle with only a bit left at the bottom. Too lazy to grab a glass, she drank straight from the bottle. Simultaneously, the system prompted: “Shen Hehui’s Affection Level +10. Current: 50.”

Wang Qing: “?”

Wang Qing: “Are you lagging? Say the current amount again?”

The system hesitated for a long time before saying: “50.”

Wang Qing: “…Is it you reporting false info, or is Shen Hehui secretly hating me?”

System: “Apologies, I don’t know what’s happening either.”

Wang Qing: “………”

Is it too late to change systems?

Wang Qing slammed the fridge door irritably and took out her phone to check her schedule.

Tomorrow is the first public performance livestream, followed by a cocktail party.

Wang Qing: “Have you checked? Is it a bug or what?”

The system emitted a faint electronic buzz: “I don’t know. I can only guarantee it’s not a bug. There are indeed two sets of affection values.”

Wang Qing: “Then which one should I follow?”

The system fell silent for a moment, not answering directly: “Shen Hehui is a highly intelligent murderer.”

They both knew that the car accident on the highway was no real accident.

Wang Qing tapped the wine bottle rhythmically: “Are you saying Shen Hehui is using fake affection values to deceive us?”

“She’s just a world character. How could she think that there would be an outsider and a system capable of measuring her affection, or package it up in advance?”

“Perhaps it wasn’t anticipated,” the system said. “Some people’s nature is deeply hidden. Maybe the attachment and adoration Shen Hehui shows now are all an act?”

Wang Qing sneered: “Impossible.”

System: “………”

System: “Do you really have to be that confident in your own charm?”

Wang Qing’s long, rounded fingers stroked the mouth of the bottle. She rested her legs on the table and hummed with a smirk: “If that’s really the case, then this is actually getting interesting.”

She took out her phone and asked the system, “What was the name of the girl who went to toast the boss that night at the villa?”

System: “Zhao Nanzhi. She’s currently Shen Hehui’s roommate.”

Wang Qing sent a message to the staff. A moment later, the other party pushed Zhao Nanzhi’s WeChat contact to her.

Zhao Nanzhi accepted almost instantly, greeting her: “Teacher Ji!”

Wang Qing curled her lips: “Are you coming to the cocktail party after the performance?”

Zhao Nanzhi: “Does Teacher want me to come? Hehe… but the guest list for that party seems already finalized. It’s very hard to get in.”

Wang Qing: “A small matter.”

Wang Qing: “Dress up pretty.”

System: “………”

System: “Are you going to grind Hate values at this critical juncture?”

“What?” Wang Qing sat with her feet up. “Using others to make Shen Hehui jealous is the lowest form of grinding Hate values. At most, it’s just flirting.”

System: “Weren’t you grinding it quite happily before?”

Wang Qing sighed and lay back on the sofa, not intending to share her thoughts with the system: “You said you’d do your best to assist me, so why are you pointing fingers again? Systems that talk too much get their tongues cut off.”

Faced with Wang Qing’s threat, the system was silent for two seconds before compromising: “Understood, Host.”

The boss of Xinghuo said she’d visit whenever she was free, but in reality, she came every day. Shen Hehui had run into her several times already. On the surface, she was visiting the contestants, but once there, she only looked for Wang Qing.

Every time they met, Shen Hehui had to put on a perfectly timed performance of jealousy—looking hesitant, wanting to ask but not daring to. It was actually quite exhausting.

For the first public performance, contestants were granted different stage times based on their ranks. Shen Hehui took the highest audience vote in the house with an original rap that exploded with tone and attitude, and as expected, she earned an invitation to the evening cocktail party.

The red carpet was set up outside the hall for the media to photograph. After the performance, Shen Hehui had to return to the dorm to change into her gown. As soon as she pushed open the door, she saw Zhao Nanzhi drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Zhao Nanzhi shot her a sidelong glance from the mirror, ignored her, put on her ten-centimeter red-bottomed heels, and left.

Shen Hehui’s phone received a message from Wang Qing: “Where are you?”

She called her directly: “Sister.”

Wang Qing hummed: “Come straight to me in a bit; I’ve saved a seat for you.”

Shen Hehui asked, “Who is Sister walking the red carpet with?”

Wang Qing gave a short laugh: “What, do you want to walk it with me?”

Shen Hehui: “Can’t I?”

Wang Qing said, “Of course you can. When you become the boss of Xinghuo one day, it’ll be my turn to beg you to take me on the red carpet.”

Wang Qing: “Hurry up and come. Be careful on the way.”

After hanging up, Wang Qing hid a small dose of powder under her fingernail and scrutinized her perfect makeup in the restroom mirror.

Today’s makeup was very deliberate, emphasizing her eyes; she used blush around the corners of her eyes to create a pinkish hue, giving her an almost tearful look.

However, Wang Qing’s own exotic features and aura diluted that feeling, so at first glance, she simply looked beautiful. One wouldn’t immediately notice the subtle touch of the beauty mark she had darkened at the corner of her eye.

Wang Qing: “These people are so interesting, finding excuses to throw a mixer every other day.”

System: “Isn’t that perfect for us?”

Wang Qing laughed without answering and headed into the venue, holding up the hem of her dress.

This gathering was to celebrate an investor’s birthday. The media presence allowed was limited; they could film at the entrance, but inside the venue, the curtains were drawn tight—no filming allowed.

Shen Hehui entered the hall with her “invitation,” wearing a floor-length black velvet gown.

Before the performance, the directors had hinted repeatedly: whoever took the highest score in the house would earn the right to enter the party.

Treating contestants like products and making the products compete to be put on the shelf—Shen Hehui had never heard a more beautiful joke.

It was only because she had “Ji Laizhi” behind her—a fact many in the industry knew—that they didn’t dare target her. But the others…

As soon as Zhao Nanzhi arrived, she was called away by the boss of Xinghuo. Her smoky-pink crystal dress emitted an overly cloying scent under the hall lights. Shen Hehui ignored her and turned to find Wang Qing.

Wang Qing was sitting at the host’s head table. She beckoned Shen Hehui over and introduced her to the investor: “This is a kid from our company. She just turned eighteen and doesn’t know anything. If she does something wrong in the program, please look out for her.”

Her words were clearly telling the program editors to pay attention. The investor was savvy and immediately said, “Oh, don’t mention it. Any kid Teacher Ji brings along doesn’t need us to worry. You’re Hehui, right? You truly look exactly like Teacher Ji did when she was young.”

Shen Hehui was happy to follow Wang Qing and listen to her pull resources for her, putting on a well-behaved act and smiling shyly.

The celebration at the villa before was just an internal production team event, but today’s cocktail party was different; many big names from the industry were here. Wang Qing led Shen Hehui to greet everyone one by one. in the eyes of many, it was like a mother wolf bringing her cub to join the pack.

They would accept Shen Hehui as a member of their team, as long as the person introducing her was influential enough.

This circle was like this: no matter how much it rotted and stank underneath, when everyone gathered on the surface, it was all glamorous. Red wine glasses swayed, and everyone looked like a real human being.

Meanwhile, Zhao Nanzhi, who had no one to introduce her, followed behind the boss of Xinghuo carrying a tray of wine glasses.

When they reached Wang Qing, her eyes finally lit up: “Teacher Ji…”

A hand reached out to interrupt the glass being handed over. Zhao Nanzhi turned her head to see Shen Hehui looking displeased: “She can’t drink anymore.”

Zhao Nanzhi looked pitifully at Wang Qing. Wang Qing sighed and took the glass, her fingernail brushing intentionally over the rim. She said to Shen Hehui, “Why are you being so fierce? Give her some face, you’re colleagues.”

With that, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wang Qing drained the red wine from the glass where her fingernail had just brushed.