"Instructor Mu, I’m telling you, I want to go back to school." An Ran, now completely drunk, stubbornly stood at the entrance and refused to step inside, clinging to her words despite the dizziness in her head.
Seeing the kiss mark on An Ran’s snow-white neck, Mu Xingfeng’s face turned icy cold: "Why do you want to work at a bar?"
"Bars make more money, I need money." An Ran hiccupped, her body swaying uncontrollably, speaking the honest truth.
But her honesty completely enraged Mu Xingfeng.
"You’re that short on money? Do you understand how dangerous bars can be for a girl?"
He had given her an extra fifty thousand yuan, under the guise of a bravery reward. That money should have been enough for her tuition and daily expenses. He couldn’t understand how a student could be so desperate for money, willing to risk her safety to work in such a place.
"If you need money, you could ask me. I said before, I can support you, take care of you." Mu Xingfeng continued, speaking his true feelings. If the little girl was willing, he could pamper her completely, giving her whatever she wanted, letting her focus on her studies and bask in his affection.
"You? Why... would I take your money? You’ve already given me the reward, we... have no relationship anymore." An Ran, intoxicated, started to speak incoherently, but her mind was clear. She knew the man in front of her had a fiancée, everything he said about supporting her and giving her money were just sweet lies.
"An Ran, you really want to sever ties with me? No matter what, I won’t allow you to work in a bar again." Mu Xingfeng suppressed his anger, his voice cold and frightening.
No bar work? If she didn’t work at the bar, how would she pay her tuition? This time was just an accident, she was unlucky to run into that scumbag Ye Sheng, next time she would just avoid the private rooms.
Thinking of this, An Ran shook her head, her body swaying along with it. Mu Xingfeng caught her as she was about to fall, but she pushed him away: "I don’t need you to take care of me, let go of me, I want to go back to school."
"An Ran, is there something you’re hiding from me?" Mu Xingfeng looked at the intoxicated, muddled little girl, a question he had been wanting to ask for weeks.
Hiding something from him? An Ran laughed foolishly, it wasn’t her hiding something from him, it was he who had been hiding something from her, making her almost foolishly become the third party. Being confronted by the fiancée at home made her so ashamed she couldn’t lift her head.
"Why can’t I hide something from you? Instructor Mu, you’re not my instructor anymore, stop acting like a leader trying to control me." An Ran felt wronged, fueled by alcohol, and shouted recklessly.
"You think I’m controlling you? Using my authority to oppress you?" Mu Xingfeng angrily pointed at his own nose.
"Also, I don’t want to live with you, don’t need you playing the good guy here."
"Fine, very well," Mu Xingfeng had reached the edge of his anger, suppressing the urge to pin this stubborn girl down and punish her harshly. The last shred of reason told him not to hurt her further. Finally, through gritted teeth, he said: "If that’s the case, I won’t care about you anymore, won’t oppress you. If you don’t want to live with me, I’ll let you go."
The loud sound of the door slamming reminded An Ran how angry Mu Xingfeng was. Looking at the tightly closed door, An Ran felt a wave of nausea. She had drunk too much today, her stomach was now churning. No longer caring about anything else, she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, crouching by the toilet and vomiting furiously.