The Scumbag A Really Doesn't Want to Become Famous [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 13

Yu Yousheng’s hand was held by Jiang Musheng, the grip not too tight but with no intention of letting go. She quickly looked up and found herself lost in Jiang Musheng’s deep, night-like eyes.

Jiang Musheng’s eyes were universally acknowledged as beautiful, but when those peach-blossom eyes turned cold, an immediate sense of detachment arose, colder than the wind and snow outside.

“Teacher Jiang, don’t misunderstand—I… didn’t mean anything by it,” Yu Yousheng said. She knew that someone of Jiang Musheng’s status must be constantly surrounded by people trying to flatter her. Given that she had even rented Jiang Musheng’s apartment before, it was only natural for Jiang Musheng to be wary.

She steadied her emotions. “I heard Yangyang mention outside that your chilblains had flared up, so I came to help take care of you. I know if you hadn’t been out in the cold this morning, it wouldn’t have happened again.”

She really didn’t want Jiang Musheng to misunderstand her. Even if, in the future, her company might arrange for her to stir up publicity with Jiang Musheng—and Jiang Musheng might end up disliking her for it—Yu Yousheng didn’t want that to happen now.

“I don’t have chilblains, so I brought this for you.” Yu Yousheng unfolded a towel and looked at Jiang Musheng with hopeful eyes. “Here, would you like to wipe your hands?”

Afraid Jiang Musheng might still be guarded, she pointed at the turned-off camera. “There’s no filming right now, I promise my intentions are pure. Please believe me, Teacher Jiang.”

Yu Yousheng had made a name for herself early in her career with her striking beauty—a face that could “commit crimes”—and as an omega, her soft gaze carried an innate gentleness that was hard for anyone to resist.

Even Jiang Musheng.

Earlier, the itch in her hands had been unbearable, but now, seeing Yu Yousheng acting so carefully, Jiang Musheng’s attention had long since shifted.

When Jiang Musheng didn’t respond, Yu Yousheng took it as silent permission. She gently wiped Jiang Musheng’s hands clean, then carefully applied a thick layer of ointment to the reddened areas.

She had come in a hurry, so she hadn’t brought cotton swabs to apply the ointment. Smearing a big glob on directly would have been uncomfortable, so Yu Yousheng naturally used her fingers to slowly massage it in small circles, helping it absorb.

The moment Yu Yousheng’s fingers touched her, Jiang Musheng’s breath hitched slightly.

Yu Yousheng didn’t notice anything unusual. Her touch was light, afraid of hurting Jiang Musheng. As she rubbed, she asked, “Does it hurt?”

It didn’t hurt.

But it itched.

And this itch didn’t come from her hands—it rose from somewhere deeper, impossible to ignore.

Jiang Musheng couldn’t help but pull her hand back. Yu Yousheng looked up at her in confusion.

Jiang Musheng: “That’s enough.”

Yu Yousheng picked up the water basin. “Then rest well. After the ointment absorbs, apply a thick layer of hand cream before bed to lock in moisture. I looked it up—they say it helps heal faster.”

But she had only taken two steps toward the door when Jiang Musheng suddenly called her name. When Yu Yousheng turned back, Jiang Musheng spoke calmly, “Do you want that script—the one where we act opposite each other?”

Yu Yousheng was caught off guard, suddenly remembering their encounter outside the elevator. So Jiang Musheng had indeed heard everything she’d said that day.

“Y-yes,” Yu Yousheng admitted, suddenly embarrassed. She wanted to pat her cheeks but couldn’t free her hands, so she just laughed awkwardly. “What I said back then was a joke—please don’t take it seriously.”

“Moreover, the opportunity to act opposite Teacher Jiang is rare. Not just me—others would naturally fight tooth and nail for it too.”

Jiang Musheng motioned for Yu Yousheng to come closer.

Seeing that Jiang Musheng seemed to want to talk, Yu Yousheng approached hesitantly.

“Any advice, Teacher Jiang?”

Jiang Musheng gave her a thorough once-over before concluding, “You don’t seem like a scummy Alpha at all.”

“How did you know I wanted that role?” Yu Yousheng didn’t have time to dwell on it, her face twisting into frustration. “No one thinks I fit, not even that time at the bar when I ran into you and your friend… I was just practicing with my assistant.”

A look of realization dawned on Jiang Musheng’s face.

Yu Yousheng lowered her head. “I know I’m not good at acting.”

Jiang Musheng asked, “Do you know how this character’s arc unfolds later?”

Of course, Yu Yousheng didn’t. All she knew was that it was a scummy Alpha role, and to land it, she had to embody that persona completely—otherwise, she wouldn’t get the part.

This was a script with Jiang Musheng as the female lead, and even her agency only had that much information.

Wait, was Jiang Musheng hinting at spoilers? Though, as the lead, it made sense she’d already gotten the script. Yu Yousheng perked up immediately.

Jiang Musheng continued, “Later in the story, the scummy Alpha’s actor and the female lead end up together. The turning point in their relationship is the intimate scene you’re looking forward to—after the kiss.”

Yu Yousheng: “???”

What in the world was she hearing? This wasn’t an Alpha-Omega romance but a forbidden Alpha-Alpha love story?!

Perhaps her shock was too obvious, because Jiang Musheng added, “No need to be so surprised. In the character’s backstory, the scummy Alpha is just a facade—it’s actually a delicate, beautiful Omega in disguise. So naturally, they end up falling for the female lead.”

“And you,” Jiang Musheng studied Yu Yousheng again before musing, “only fit the first half for now.”

What? What?!

Yu Yousheng’s brain short-circuited. Between the absurdly dramatic plot twist and the question of which half she fit, she focused on the latter—only to realize:

In Jiang Musheng’s eyes, she was just a pretty Omega?!

She conveniently ignored the “delicate” part.

Forcing a smile, Yu Yousheng said, “You flatter me, Teacher Jiang.”

“Do I?”

“No, no!” The moment the words left her mouth, Yu Yousheng froze, realizing who she was talking to. Panicking, she blurted, “I—I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

Jiang Musheng suddenly stood and stepped closer. “You’re nervous talking to me?”

Of course!

Jiang Musheng, do you have no self-awareness at all?

Jiang Musheng was half a head taller, and the closer she got, the more overwhelming her presence became. Yu Yousheng’s forced smile vanished, and she lowered her head without a word. Her ears, however, had turned a faint shade of pink—all thanks to nerves.

“This isn’t how a scumbag Alpha would react to the protagonist.” Jiang Musheng chuckled softly. Yu Youqing thought she’d misheard, but didn’t dare look up, only to hear Jiang Musheng continue, “Since you know your acting isn’t good enough, you should practice properly.”

Yu Youqing’s voice was barely audible: “How should I practice?”

Jiang Musheng took two steps back, finally giving Yu Youqing room to breathe. If she could barely handle Jiang Musheng without any pheromones released, what would happen if Jiang Musheng actually used her pheromones to suppress someone? Wouldn’t the world come crashing down?

Suddenly, Li Rongcheng’s vivid description of that passionate scene in the living room flashed through her mind.

Stop! If she kept thinking like this, her brain would really short-circuit!!!

Belatedly, she repeated Jiang Musheng’s words: “…How should I practice?”

Jiang Musheng’s voice rang out: “Isn’t the best practice subject right in front of you?”

Yu Youqing: “?”

Had her ears failed before her brain did?

She looked up and met Jiang Musheng’s gaze, realizing Jiang Musheng had been staring at her all along.

Jiang Musheng smiled, the corners of her eyes curving gently upward, her composed demeanor a stark contrast to Yu Youqing’s flustered state. Yu Youqing admitted that just looking at Jiang Musheng’s face was enough to turn her into a complete fool—how could she possibly react properly?

Outside, snow continued to fall, but Yu Youqing felt as if she were in the height of summer, unbearably hot, her palms damp with sweat.

“And what should your character say at this moment?” Jiang Musheng rarely played the role of mentor like this. Unaware of how easily Yu Youqing could be teased, she curled her lips and said, “She would say—”

“Baby, are you sure?”

A moment later, Jiang Musheng added, “Come on, try it with me now.”

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