The Scumbag A Really Doesn't Want to Become Famous [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 47

The words “girlfriend” whispered near Yu Youqing’s ear were utterly bewitching.

She didn’t dare look at Jiang Musheng’s expression again, quickly shifting her gaze to the wine glass instead. Knowing she harbored such thoughts in her heart, just one glance from Jiang Musheng had been enough to make her feel that another look would leave her utterly defenseless, Jiang Musheng would surely see right through her.

Her hesitation lasted only a moment, but to Jiang Musheng, it felt like an entire century had passed.

How could Jiang Musheng not know that Xu Liyu and Lin Xuqiao were testing Yu Youqing on her behalf? So even a second or two of delay felt unbearably long to her now, overly sensitive as she was not just long, but like a clear rejection.

Just as Yu Youqing was about to raise her glass and drink, Jiang Musheng picked up her own glass, clinked it against Lin Xuqiao’s first, and downed it in one go, faster than she had ever drunk before.

“I’ll take the penalty drink. Don’t make things difficult for her,” Jiang Musheng said with a slight frown, clearly not enjoying the alcohol. Lin Xuqiao had only meant to play matchmaker, but now the atmosphere had turned awkward. As Jiang Musheng tilted her head back to finish the drink, Yu Youqing’s expression stiffened momentarily.

“Hey, wait, what are you doing? Drinking so fast when we weren’t seriously punishing you,” Lin Xuqiao thought to herself, This is bad. Their well-intentioned meddling might have backfired, but now she had no way to stop it.

Jiang Musheng poured herself another full glass. “Second round.”

Xu Liyu, slightly tipsy, blinked at Yu Youqing and pointed at Jiang Musheng. “What’s she doing? Drinking alone in a bad mood? You should talk to her. This is weird, she’s never this serious when we joke around like this.”

The moment Jiang Musheng downed that first glass, it was as if cold water had been poured over Yu Youqing’s head, snapping her back to reality. A faint bitterness welled up in her heart. Already tipsy, her emotions only intensified. Hearing Xu Liyu’s words, she realized Jiang Musheng was trying so hard to draw a line between them, otherwise, why would she, who had never cared before, suddenly care so much now?

If that was the case, then Jiang Musheng was being quite clear-headed. Even if Yu Youqing resembled that unattainable white moonlight, Jiang Musheng knew she wasn’t the one in her heart.

The more Yu Youqing thought about it, the more bitter she felt, her lips pressing into a tight line.

But when she saw Jiang Musheng drinking so recklessly and pouring herself a second glass, worry still rose in her chest, damn it all.

She hated how weak she was. She knew she should retreat to a safe distance from Jiang Musheng, but the woman’s very presence was a natural pull, she simply couldn’t ignore her.

“Jiang,  take it easy. Are you okay?” Urged by Xu Liyu, Yu Youqing finally spoke up, her voice quieter than before, her mood clearly subdued.

Jiang Musheng paused.

Was Yu Youqing concerned about her?

I guess it counts, it does. Jiang Musheng made up her own mind, and the stifling frustration in her chest eased considerably the moment she heard Yu Youqing speak.

No matter how upset she felt, whenever she faced Yu Youqing, she would unconsciously adjust her state, not wanting to appear too miserable.

“I’m fine. I’ll stop after this last drink,” Jiang Musheng said softly, her gaze fixed on Yu Youqing.

Yu Youqing hesitated, holding back her words.

She couldn’t drink for Jiang Musheng.

Xu Liyu and Lin Xuqiao also hesitated.

They both knew, what did this amount of alcohol mean to Jiang Musheng? This was nothing. But the atmosphere was all wrong. Both of them were silently wallowing in their own emotions, yet still pretending in front of each other that they were fine.

Lin Xuqiao really wanted to say, “Then just don’t drink anymore,” but she also knew Jiang Musheng’s temper.

She was probably just angry at herself, Jiang Musheng never took her frustrations out on others. But trying to persuade her now would be pointless. Unless a miracle happened like Yu Youqing suddenly announcing she’d be Jiang Musheng’s girlfriendnothing would change.

But that was impossible right now.

Lin Xuqiao didn’t even dare to speak.

This time, Jiang Musheng drank quickly too, tilting her head back and downing it in one smooth motion.

“Never seen someone pour drinks for themselves so aggressively,” Xu Liyu muttered into Yu Youqing’s ear. “She must be drunk by now.”

“I’ve never seen Musheng drink so.” Xu Liyu’s voice trailed off, so quiet that Yu Youqing couldn’t catch the rest. “Drink what?” Yu Youqing asked.

Xu Liyu giggled, though it was unclear whether she was drunk or not. “I said, I’ve never seen Musheng drink this fast. She must be wasted.”

Yu Youqing turned her attention back to Jiang Musheng and noticed that after finishing this drink, she had gone completely silent.

“Xiao Yu,” Lin Xuqiao suddenly said, “let’s switch seats.”

Yu Youqing: “Huh?”

“Look at her.” Lin Xuqiao gestured toward Xu Liyu, who had already slumped over, her head nearly resting on Yu Youqing’s shoulder. “She’s drunk. I’ll take care of her.”

Yu Youqing hurriedly steadied Xu Liyu’s head and switched places with Lin Xuqiao. She ended up sitting beside Jiang Musheng, though there was still a fist’s width of distance between them. When Yu Youqing glanced at Jiang Musheng, she saw that despite all the alcohol, the woman showed no outward signs of being drunk.

“Jiang-laoshi?” she called, but Jiang Musheng didn’t react at all.

So Yu Youqing gathered her courage and closed the gap between them, eliminating that small distance unilaterally. Still, Jiang Musheng didn’t react.

Now Yu Youqing was certain, Jiang Musheng was definitely drunk. She wasn’t acting like her usual self at all, her reactions sluggish.

“Jiang-laoshi, should we head back?” Yu Youqing thought to herself that there was no point in holding onto her own little grievances with a drunk alpha. She had come here for a reason to take care of Jiang Musheng, hadn’t she?

Across from them, Xu Liyu had also collapsed, and Lin Xuqiao was too busy tending to her to pay attention to their side.

Fortunately, Jiang Musheng finally responded.

She turned to Yu Youqing with a smile. “You came over.”

“Yes, I’m here. I’ll take you back.” Yu Youqing found the drunken Jiang Musheng displaying a childlike demeanor, and her own tone softened into a coaxing one. “Does your head hurt? Do you feel nauseous?”

Truth be told, Yu Youqing had also drunk too much. Lin Xuqiao was right, this liquor had a strong delayed effect and took a long time to wear off. Even as she asked about Jiang Musheng’s condition, Yu Youqing was struggling against the hazy, intoxicating fog clouding her own mind. She felt a throbbing headache, both mentally and physically.

She needed to take care of Jiang Musheng, yet the moment she got close, an inexplicable urge to be nearer to her arose.

The more she drank, the stronger the restless stirring in her heart became whenever she approached Jiang Musheng. It was as if a fire had been lit inside her, threatening to burn through her chest. Yet Jiang Musheng’s presence felt like a soothing lake, something she craved desperately.

Yu Youqing was certain this wasn’t her special period, she didn’t need any suppressants, nor was she emitting any pheromones. There were other alphas around, yet she only felt this longing for Jiang Musheng.

Even drunk, Jiang Musheng must still have enough control over her pheromones; otherwise, Yu Youqing knew she wouldn’t be sitting here unaffected.

Jiang Musheng hadn’t looked away since her eyes landed on Yu Youqing.

“And you?” she asked.

Yu Youqing, dizzy, avoided Jiang Musheng’s warm gaze and shook her head, signaling she was fine.

“Then I’m fine too. What’s a headache?” Jiang Musheng asked.

The question made Yu Youqing laugh. She pressed a hand to her own forehead and patiently explained, “This is our head. When it hurts here, that’s a headache.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Musheng reached out, but instead of touching her own head, she gently placed her hand over Yu Youqing’s, resting it atop her fingers. “Mm, I understand now.”

Yu Youqing blinked twice. Why had Jiang Musheng, trapped her hand like this?

If Jiang Musheng weren’t drunk, she might have thought this was deliberate that Jiang Musheng also wanted to be closer. But in her current state, any unusual behavior could be dismissed as the alcohol’s doing.

She wriggled her hand free from Jiang Musheng’s grasp.

Just then, Lin Xuqiao managed to briefly escape Xu Liyu’s torment. Exasperated, she turned to Yu Youqing. “This is a handful. I can’t escort you two either. There’s a designated driver waiting outside privacy won’t be an issue. Are you okay? If so, could you take care of Musheng?”

Yu Youqing nodded. “I know. Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

“Do you need any help here?” Yu Youqing asked, noticing how heavily Xu Liyu seemed intoxicated, relentlessly pestering Lin Xuqiao, pinching and squeezing her face while drunkenly forbidding any resistance.

Lin Xuqiao replied calmly, “No need. I’m used to this. She’s always like this when she drinks every year, without fail. Just, never mind. Let me know once you’ve safely dropped Musheng off. If you really can’t handle it, call me.”

Yu Youqing nodded in agreement. While she was talking with Lin Xuqiao, Jiang Musheng had been sitting quietly without making a sound, appearing quite well-behaved. Yet her entire demeanor carried an undeniable presence her clothing and appearance were anything but docile so when the word “well-behaved” popped into Yu Youqing’s mind, she found it amusing.

She was about to take Jiang Musheng outside and asked softly, “Can you still walk?”

Jiang Musheng hummed in response, paused for a moment, then after two seconds added two more words: “I can.”

Just as Yu Youqing was about to stand up, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. She hadn’t expected that she would be the one struggling to stay steady. Instinctively, she reached for the table to brace herself, but her body was already tilting backward, her fingers failing to grasp the edge.

A pair of hands circled her waist from behind, steadying her and using their own body as support.

Jiang Musheng effortlessly helped Yu Youqing stand, her hands lingering as if afraid Yu Youqing might stumble again. Her voice was low, brushing against Yu Youqing’s ear: “Careful. Can’t stand steady?”

Yu Youqing sprang out of Jiang Musheng’s arms like a coiled spring, but the movement was too abrupt. Almost instantly, she felt nauseous again. Remembering that she was supposed to be taking care of Jiang Musheng, she forced herself to hold it in.

“I’m fine, let’s go.” Once they got into the car and sat down, she’d be fine that was what Yu Youqing told herself. But why did she feel like Jiang Musheng was in much better shape than she was? Was it just her imagination?

Yu Youqing didn’t dare hold Jiang Musheng’s hand now. Honestly, she was afraid that if she fell, she might drag Jiang Musheng down with her.

“Stay close to me.”

Jiang Musheng obeyed without question, sticking close to Yu Youqing’s side. Her hands hovered at her sides, ready to steady Yu Youqing at the slightest sign of discomfort.

Only when they were both seated in the back of the car did Yu Youqing finally exhale in relief. She had clearly overestimated her alcohol tolerance,how could she be this lightweight? And yet, Jiang Musheng’s tolerance seemed even worse than hers.

With the lively atmosphere of the dinner table gone, the car was now quiet. The hired driver was professional, the moment they got in, he discreetly raised the partition, turning the back seat into a relatively private space.

Jiang Musheng kept watching Yu Youqing. Though she wasn’t staring outright, her attention never left her.

This girl was incredibly earnest. It was clear that as the alcohol took stronger effect, her movements became increasingly unsteady, yet she remained dutifully focused on her self-imposed duty of taking care of Jiang Musheng.

Jiang Musheng, in turn, played her role diligently, pretending to be drunk without giving herself away while also making sure Yu Youqing was alright.

It was actually quite amusing, precisely because Yu Youqing was drunk.

As the car smoothly made its way home, Yu Youqing became the silent one. Fortunately, the driver’s skill kept the ride steady, easing the discomfort in her stomach. At least she no longer felt like she was about to throw up. She knew Jiang Musheng was beside her, so even as her body grew increasingly limp, she only leaned against the car window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass in an attempt to lower her rising body temperature.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Jiang Musheng looked at Yu Yousheng leaning there. “If your head hurts, don’t rest against that.”

Yu Yousheng had closed her eyes, perhaps not hearing clearly, so she made no movement to adjust. She just felt suddenly very hot, the car’s heater was on, making her want to loosen her clothes. She realized she was drunk, but beyond that, she was completely unaware. The collar of her outfit had been zipped all the way up, but now it felt restrictive, so she reached to pull down the zipper. Yet her hands had no strength, and after struggling for a while, she still couldn’t get it undone.

Eyes shut, she seemed to be getting frustrated with herself. After failing for so long, she let out a pitiful whimper, “What kind of clothes are these?”

Then she muttered, “Never wearing this again.”

She was blaming her own outfit.

The car’s interior was cramped, so no matter how softly she spoke, Jiang Musheng heard every word.

Jiang Musheng had never seen this side of Yu Yousheng before. Usually, in front of her, Yu Yousheng carried a composed, stubborn demeanor.

Seeing her like this now, Jiang Musheng was reminded of what people used to say about Yu Yousheng years ago. Back then, Yu Yousheng was at the peak of her fame, though her body of work was limited. The media claimed she had nothing but her face, a face so stunning it left no room for criticism, the undisputed top “vase” of the entertainment industry.

Jiang Musheng thought only one of those remarks held true.

That face really was breathtakingly beautiful.

Yu Yousheng’s beauty was unique, the kind that lingered in memory. Despite being steeped in the entertainment industry for so long, her eyes still held a brightness and purity that defied the environment. She had never changed, not even after enduring years of slander and misunderstandings her inner world remained untouched, pristine.

Bright as the morning star.

Only now, with her defenses down, did she reveal her true expressions: pouting in frustration, quick to impatience, sulking when things didn’t go her way even if it was just a stubborn zipper.

This was the Yu Yousheng Jiang Musheng remembered, the one she knew.

Jiang Musheng watched her, a softness in her heart, as if recalling some tender, amusing memory. After a while, seeing Yu Yousheng still uncomfortable, she leaned over to help. Just as she moved closer, Yu Yousheng shifted her weight and tumbled straight into Jiang Musheng’s arms.

A faint, sweet-and-sour scent, like cherries, mingled with the aroma of alcohol, drifted into Jiang Musheng’s senses. It was as if ripe cherries had been dropped into a glass of red wine, their juices blending seamlessly with the liquor.

Jiang Musheng’s gaze darkened slightly. She glanced at Yu Yousheng’s pale neck but quickly averted her eyes. After all this time together, Jiang Musheng had never caught a whiff of Yu Yousheng’s pheromones proof she was truly drunk.

“Are you okay?” Jiang Musheng felt the warmth of the person nestled against her but heard no response. She called again, “Yu Yousheng?”

But Yu Youqing didn’t hear any of it. For some reason, her attention was entirely focused on the stubborn zipper of her clothes that wouldn’t budge. Her previously composed face was now flushed red as she leaned against Jiang Musheng’s shoulder, squirming occasionally while muttering, “So hot, don’t wanna wear this, why just won’t come off?”

Jiang Musheng even thought that if she could still resist helping, Yu Youqing might actually cry from frustration with her own clothes.

Yet helping Yu Youqing undress while she was drunk seemed even more inappropriate.

Seeing Yu Youqing fidgeting and about to lean the other way, Jiang Musheng steadied her, letting her settle more comfortably in her arms though it felt like taking advantage of the situation.

“…”

This was truly a dilemma.

But unable to bear Yu Youqing’s discomfort any longer, Jiang Musheng finally reached over to pull the zipper down slightly, just enough to relieve the tightness. The tracksuit already had an outer jacket, so Yu Youqing wasn’t wearing much underneath. When the zipper lowered, the faint edge of her collarbone became visible.

The streetlights outside cast a glow through the car window, deepening the shadows along the delicate hollow of her collarbone.

Jiang Musheng’s hand paused on the zipper before she self-consciously tugged it back up, covering the exposed skin.

Relieved from the discomfort, Yu Youqing sighed contentedly, unaware of where she was resting. Still, she remembered to murmur, “Thank you, Teacher Jiang!”

Jiang Musheng couldn’t respond. With Yu Youqing so close, her pheromones lingered around them. Oblivious to the effect she was having, Yu Youqing tilted her head, her soft lips nearly brushing Jiang Musheng’s earlobe. Her voice, sweet and almost coquettish, carried a tone entirely unlike her usual self.

Calling her “Teacher Jiang” in that way made Jiang Musheng wish she weren’t one at all.

She had no experience with this. Though she was an alpha many admired, Jiang Musheng had always maintained impeccable self-restraint, never allowing herself to grow this intimate with any omega. Her life in the industry was unusually simple, almost abnormally so. At her level of fame, countless had expressed interest, yet she had never responded, rejecting advances so seamlessly that no traces remained. Even when others deliberately released pheromones in her presence, her formidable self-control remained unshaken.

But now? Yu Youqing’s unintentional, faint pheromones alone had dismantled her composure.

Though she had been the one to guide Yu Youqing’s head to her shoulder, the situation had spiraled beyond her expectations. She was willingly suffering the consequences and enjoying it. Yet as Yu Youqing shifted in her arms, Jiang Musheng froze, not daring to move. Assuming Yu Youqing was unaware of her position, Jiang Musheng sat as still as a wall to avoid alerting her.

The car hit a bump, jostling them. For a fleeting second, Yu Youqing’s lips pressed against Jiang Musheng’s ear then immediately pulled away.

Yu Youqing didn’t know what had happened and nestled her head back against Jiang Musheng’s shoulder. The jolt had tousled Yu Youqing’s hair, and Jiang Musheng let out a soft sigh, her ears completely red and burning hot. She knew if she lowered her head now, she might just end up kissing Yu Youqing directly.

The car was silent, the bright moon casting its glow, yet even the ink-dark night couldn’t conceal the surging emotions beneath its light.

Suddenly, Jiang Musheng grasped Yu Youqing’s shoulders, trying to make her sit properly in her seat and stop teasing her like this. But no seat, no matter how comfortable, could compare to the reassuring embrace of an alpha. Yu Youqing began to whimper restlessly again, seeking out her comfortable spot, only to be pulled this way and that, nearly toppling over.

Jiang Musheng had no choice but to pull Yu Youqing back into her embrace again. Yu immediately quieted down, nestling comfortably into her favorite position. Right by Jiang Musheng’s ear, her voice softened like a kitten’s purr: “Jiang Musheng!”

With stiff arms holding the other firmly, Jiang Musheng felt her breathing quicken as Yu drew closer. She told herself she was only holding Yu tight to prevent her from slipping away, but the intensifying pheromones made her breaths grow increasingly rapid and restless.

The kitten was being mischievous, always scratching at her heartstrings. So the alpha wondered could she afford to be petty just once, to take advantage of the situation and misbehave like the kitten, even if only this once?

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