"You can leave now." Meng Sihan suddenly spoke, his voice weary.
As he spoke, he adjusted his posture, reclining on the soft sofa, and slightly closed his eyes.
Why is this man’s temper so peculiar? He’s the one who asked me to stay, chatted a bit, and now he’s asking me to leave? I even felt sorry for him just now, An Yin thought to herself.
An Yin glanced in the man’s direction and stammered, "Then I’m leaving."
Having said that, she took a step toward the door, and just as she was about to grab the doorknob, a hoarse voice came from behind.
"Come here, let’s add each other on WeChat."
On the sofa, Meng Sihan opened his dark eyes, speaking on a whim.
"I didn’t bring my phone." An Yin stopped, speaking bluntly.
"What’s your phone number? I’ll add you." Meng Sihan said, swiftly taking out his phone from his pocket.
His eyes had an intense look, focusing on her slender figure.
An Yin pondered for a few seconds, hesitating. Her expression was one of utmost difficulty.
Seeing this made Meng Sihan’s expression darken.
"If you’re unwilling, then just go." His voice was cold and sharp.
The man’s tone was quite harsh. An Yin was already timid, and upon hearing his words, her heart tightened, and she only wanted to leave quickly. But as she slightly turned the door lock, she recalled what he had said earlier.
She felt a pang of guilt.
In the end, she weakly looked at the man and recited her phone number, then added, "I’ll add you on WeChat after my shift."
As Meng Sihan spoke, he had already found her on WeChat and added her as a friend.
Upon hearing his nonchalant hum, An Yin immediately opened the door and left, afraid that the man would pull another trick.
Meng Sihan watched the young girl leave as if escaping a disaster. He only withdrew his gaze after a long while, tossing the phone onto the sofa beside him. The screen lit up, still showing An Yin’s WeChat profile picture...
Meng Sihan lay back, staring at the colorful lights on the ceiling, recalling that piece of jade he had seen before. His expression gradually turned grim.
The person who owns that piece of jade is named Zeng Yun.
Back then, when he escorted Zeng Yun home, he had subtly inquired about her parents’ names and learned that her mother’s surname was not An, raising doubts in Meng Sihan’s mind...
As An Yin opened the booth door, she saw Shi Qing standing by the door.
"What are you doing here today?" An Yin looked curious, and then, realizing something, she said with sudden realization, "You were worried about me!"
Getting stared at by her bright big eyes, Shi Qing felt uneasy, "Let’s go."
After speaking, Shi Qing took the lead to walk away.
An Yin energetically followed behind her, displaying a faint smile on her face, "Shi Qing, thank you."
Shi Qing felt increasingly embarrassed and quickened her pace.
An Yin, like a shadow, followed her, always beaming.
Before they could return to their duties, a security guard came with a message, asking them to go to Wen Mei’s office.
One after the other, they quickly appeared in the office. Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩
On Wen Mei’s desk were two conspicuous large red envelopes.
"Sister Mei, did you call us for something?" An Yin spoke up.
Upon entering, Shi Qing remained silent.
Wen Mei looked An Yin up and down, seeing that the girl’s eyes were still clear, and her attire was flawless. Concealing her inner doubts, she put on a charming smile.
"Here, this is your salary."
Wen Mei stepped forward with the red envelopes, placing them in their hands.
An Yin touched the envelope, noticing its substantial thickness.
Before An Yin could speak, Wen Mei, in high heels, approached her side and gently placed a hand on An Yin’s shoulder, feigning intimacy, "An Yin, you’ve worked hard tonight. The extra money inside is a reward from Young Master Meng."
When Wen Mei spoke, her pace was slow, and her voice seemed deliberately lowered a few pitches, making it sound tingling to the ears. However, to An Yin, it only felt odd when the other person spoke.
"Why would he give me a reward?" An Yin blinked her innocent eyes, looking at the other person.
Upon hearing this, Wen Mei’s smile froze slightly but was quickly masked, "Perhaps he feels a connection with you."
An Yin wanted to say something more, but Wen Mei patted her shoulder a few times to comfort her, "Don’t overthink it. In our line of work, receiving tips from customers is common. Don’t be alarmed, besides, didn’t you say you wanted to transfer to work inside the booths? Consider it a preview experience for today."
"Oh." An Yin, unaware of the bar’s rules, nodded somewhat reluctantly after Wen Mei finished speaking. She felt the red envelope in her hand was heavy.
This unexpected wealth made her uneasy, devoid of any joy.
"Alright, when your shift ends, go back to school early." Wen Mei gave them a gentle smile.
"Goodbye." An Yin lightly said.
Before leaving, Shi Qing glanced at Wen Mei, noticing she was also observing them. Shi Qing turned her head without any visible change in expression.
When the two entered the dressing room to change clothes, An Yin, curious about how much money was in her red envelope, secretly opened it.
"One, two, three..." She counted the bills one by one, and by the end, her eyes widened significantly.
When she came out, the red envelope was already hidden in her most secret pocket.
"Let’s go." Shi Qing maintained a composed expression, even from the moment she received the red envelope, her demeanor unchanged.
Once outside the bar, An Yin looked around, discovering no one was nearby, and approached Shi Qing nervously, "Shi Qing, do you think Sister Mei gave the wrong amount of money?"
"No." Shi Qing calmly uttered just two words.
In the evening, the cold wind pierced through from all directions, the chilling breeze making one shiver.
Shi Qing was wearing a purple coat, which had faded significantly from numerous washes, looking quite thin from a distance.
However, she seemed not to notice.
"But I received an extra ten thousand yuan." An Yin, fearing her own miscalculation, counted it twice. The result after deducting her salary was an extra ten thousand yuan.
After listening to An Yin, Shi Qing’s expression turned serious, not expecting that man to be so generous.
Shi Qing shifted the topic, "He didn’t bully you, right?"
"No." An Yin shook her head, then added, "We just chatted for a while, but his temper is really strange."
After hearing An Yin’s account, Shi Qing rubbed her forehead, "You should reconsider working in the booths. Although nothing happened today, over time, you can’t guarantee that others won’t harbor ill intentions."
During the time working at the bar, Shi Qing had seen many unsavory events. While most were consensual, those initially proud and dignified women would inevitably become ensnared by men’s wealth, willingly trading their bodies for material desires.
To Shi Qing, An Yin was different; her heart was pure and kind!