The Scumbag's Official Wife

She was a wealthy heiress returning to high society with a purpose, calculating every step of her plan to perfection. But she never expected an unexpected complication to arise. He barged into her life with overwhelming force. At their first meeting, the young master acted like a shameless flirt, making sure she knew just how thick-skinned he was. At their second meeting, the young master said something infuriating: “It’s easy to feel insecure when you look like that, but why bother worrying about... your appearance? I don’t mind.” As he spoke, his gaze shamelessly lingered on her chest. The woman finally snapped back, “How unfortunate. I do mind you.” “Mm, that’s the kind of thing you say when your words don’t match your feelings. I like it,” the young master smoothly shot back. The man thoughtfully rescued the woman from a boring dinner party. Grateful, the kind-hearted woman said, “I didn’t know you could be so considerate.” The young master replied as if it were only natural. “Of course. My one and only distinguishing feature is that I have plenty of good qualities. Taking care of people is just one of my many insignificant virtues.” After a long stretch of shameless pestering and cunning maneuvering, the handsome man and beautiful woman got together. One day, the young master learned that someone was secretly pursuing her and said solemnly, “They’re all shameless wolves in respectable clothing. Don’t be naive and let those little girls fool you.” The woman was speechless. He made himself sound like a gentleman, as if he hadn’t thought about how he’d managed to win her over. One day, the young master was hard at work when the woman came to visit him. “What brought you here today?” The young master’s gloomy mood instantly lifted, and he hurried over to welcome her. “I heard you have seventy-two concubines, so I came to take a look,” the woman said with a sly smile. The young master put on a stern expression. “Which servant has been spreading such nonsense? Isn’t there only one empress in my harem now?” “Now? Does that mean you had a lot before?” Her expression changed. The young master lied without batting an eye. “No. It’s always been just you.” The woman who had once helped him showed up again. One day, an urgent phone call came in. He had to choose between his sick girlfriend and his former benefactor, and he knew he couldn’t be in two places at once, so he hesitated. Without thinking, she snatched his phone away. The man’s face instantly turned icy, as though she were some unreasonable, jealous shrew. She ignored his expression and told the woman on the phone to wait patiently, saying he’d be there soon. Then she handed the phone back. The man looked even more upset than before.