[A pseudo-scumbag seme who loves giving brutal critiques but has a good heart and can adapt × a seemingly docile CEO uke who is always one step away from an episode]
"Tiny eyes, pale skin like a vampire's, and long hair. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were acting in a ghost story..." Scum Seme No. 1, forced to bind with a System, began tearing into the man in front of him who claimed to be his wife.
System: "Hey, hey, hey! Don't forget you're playing a scum seme right now! You know, a total scumbag who only thinks about cheating and gets caught red-handed?"
"Go kiss your wife and hug him already. Maybe he'll take pity on you and give you two hundred yuan as he kicks you out..."
The scum seme acted like he didn't hear a thing. He stepped forward, pinched the man's waist, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's really this narrow? Is it fake?"
The man: "...Let go! Get out of my house! You've already left with nothing!"
The scum seme still didn't seem to hear him. He took the man by the hand and led him inside. "I only believe what I see with my own eyes. Come on, let's go in and talk."
System: "...There's no saving him. Let it all burn."
But later, it watched with its own eyes as the scum seme climbed into his wife's bed, held his wife's hand, and kissed his wife's lips... Ahem.
System: I've been fooled. He's nowhere near as honest as I thought.
*
In everyone's eyes, the once-womanizing scum seme, who had nothing but good looks and had married above his station, suddenly turned over a new leaf and made his marriage sweeter than honey. The other scumbags came one after another to ask for advice, but all they got was this:
"I didn't do anything. You just have to tell the truth."
For example:
"Honey, that outfit really looks awful on you. But if you change into this one, with your slim waist and long legs... you'll look so gorgeous I won't be able to take my eyes off you. I could go three rounds tonight."
"..."
"Also, honey, could you stop cooking from now on? It's really awful. Are those hands meant for cooking? Don't ruin those hands that look like a hand model's, okay? Promise me."
"...All right."
"Honey, that Mr. Wang with the beady eyes and stubby build asked you to dinner again? Could you not go? Wouldn't that ruin your appetite? Stay home and eat with me."
"...How many times have I told you not to comment on other people's looks?!"
"Oh, but he likes you."
"...Fine. I won't go."
*
The CEO uke, who indulged him without limit and saw him through a tenfold rosy filter, always said the same thing:
"He doesn't mean any harm. He's just..."
"A little sharp-tongued."
The scum seme poked his head out from behind the CEO: "Did you hear that?"
Bystanders 123, who had come to complain: "...Sorry to bother you. We'll get out of your hair."
Theme: Feelings aren't the same as words
