Three days later, thanks to Qiao Chen's intervention, the Jiang family quickly agreed to terminate the contract.

Xiao Xin was just about to leave work when she learned the news.

The private room was filled with smoke and music. He handed the microphone to the person next to him, then jumped off the stage and plopped down on the sofa.

It was almost 4 a.m., and I had sung ten songs in a row, my throat was almost hoarse.

Xiao Xin poured himself a cup of hot water, tilted his head back, and took two sips to moisten his throat.

As soon as the manager stepped into the private room, his gaze immediately locked onto Xiao Xin, who was resting on the sofa.

As the customers left and the employees went home, he walked straight towards Xiao Xin, sat down next to him, and asked, "How's work going?"

Xiao Xin glanced at him, put the water glass in her hand on the coffee table, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and put it in her mouth before saying, "It's alright, but it's quite tiring on the voice."

He worked there for three days and sang for three days. The customers recognized him and asked him to sing. Xiao Xin didn't ask for anything else, just that they not take pictures or videos. Fortunately, the customers were easy to talk to and agreed to whatever Xiao Xin asked.

He hadn't drunk much alcohol these past few days, but his nicotine cravings seemed to have kicked in. His singing voice had shifted from a clear tone to a slightly smoky one, and he switched between various vocal registers with ease, captivating a group of women who screamed in delight.

Many people wanted his contact information, but Xiao Xin refused them all.

But he still accepted the tips from the customers, and in three days he had nearly 100,000 yuan.

Xiao Xin noticed the manager standing nearby, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Through the swirling smoke, he asked, "What's wrong? You're still at get off work at this hour. Is there something you need?"

The manager shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know that the Fu family and the Jiang family have terminated their contract. The boss hasn't been to the club these past few days, he's been busy with the Fu family, so I don't know what the situation is like with the Fu family now..."

Xiao Xin held a cigarette between his fingers, raised his hand to his lips, and then slowly lowered it again.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, looked up at the manager and asked, "When did this happen?"

Seeing his serious expression, the manager said slowly, "Just yesterday."

These past few days, Xiao Xin has been contacting Mo Xuan's assistant after work, but the assistant stammered that he had already resigned, and Xiao Xin has now completely lost contact with Mo Xuan.

Xiao Xin lowered his eyes, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Fu Yan said that he did not do the things that happened to the Mo family, but it must be related to the Fu family, so it could only have been done by someone else in the Fu family.

Without Mo Xuan's help, he is now isolated and helpless, unable to move an inch.

The people in the private room had mostly left, and the atmosphere between the two was too heavy. Xiao Xin didn't linger and patted the manager on the shoulder before heading out.

The manager glanced at his tired back, didn't try to stop him, patted his thigh, and got up.

...

At 8 p.m., Xiao Xin had just gone from the eighth floor to the fourth floor staff room when he saw the manager holding a staff meeting.

When Xiao Xin came in, the manager didn't notice and was still talking to himself.

Xiao Xin stood with his arms crossed, leaning lazily against the door, behind a group of people, waiting for the manager to assign him work tasks.

He kept his eyes down, not listening to what the manager was saying. The atmosphere was heavy, and no one around him spoke. The silence made Xiao Xin feel sleepy, and he drifted off into thought.

Xiao Xin only came to his senses when applause broke out all around him.

Cheng Ke turned her head and saw his blank stare. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about? The meeting is over. Let's go."

Xiao Xin nodded, straightened up, opened the door and walked out, then turned to Cheng Ke and asked, "Which room tonight?"

Cheng Ke walked beside him with her hands in her pockets, her hand naturally resting on his shoulder: "520, the VIP suite."

The VIP suite is not for the average person; those who do book it are not ordinary people either.

The interior is decorated in a lavish style, and the wine prices are also astronomical.

Xiao Xin didn't really understand, but he didn't care.

Seeing that he wasn't surprised, Cheng Ke continued, "Aren't you curious about who lives in those private rooms?"

Xiao Xin nodded: "Mm."

He just wants to have a stable job and doesn't like gossiping.

Cheng Ke could tell from his nonchalant attitude that he hadn't been listening to the manager.

But he didn't say anything, and pulled Xiao Xin into the dressing room.

It wasn't until Cheng Ke threw a set of male servant cosplay outfits at Xiao Xin that he belatedly realized what was happening.

Xiao Xin, holding the clothes, looked at the cat-ear lace headband Cheng Ke handed her and asked, "What's this?"

"Tonight's theme is male servants and young masters," Cheng Ke said, unbuttoning her shirt. Seeing his blank expression, she smiled and said, "The manager just mentioned it, but you didn't hear it, did you?"

Xiao Xin bit her lip, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face as she looked at the clothes in her hand: "Do I really have to wear this?"

Wearing these two pieces of clothing in the dead of winter is just asking for trouble, isn't it?

While Xiao Xin was asking the question, Cheng Ke had already skillfully put on her clothes. She looked up at Xiao Xin, who looked conflicted, and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to wear it?"

Xiao Xin gave a cold laugh, a chilling laugh, as if to say, "Do you want to wear this?"

Cheng Ke ignored his gaze, turned her back to Xiao Xin, and pointed to her back: "Brother Xin, help me unzip my jacket."

"..." Xiao Xin sighed, put down the clothes in her hand with a complicated expression, and awkwardly zipped up the zipper for him.

After Cheng Ke finished dressing, she turned around and looked Xiao Xin up and down, finally fixing her gaze thoughtfully on his face: "If you really don't want to wear it, you can talk to the manager about it?"

"..."

Seeing his hesitation, Cheng Ke continued to tempt him: "But I heard that the guests in that private room specifically requested you. If you go, you'll definitely make a lot of money tonight."

When money was mentioned, Xiao Xin didn't hesitate and immediately changed her clothes.

Cheng Ke pinched her chin and looked Xiao Xin up and down.

Xiao Xin had fair skin, and his well-proportioned figure was perfectly accentuated by the close-fitting servant's outfit. His long, straight legs were visible beneath the white lace trim, so white that they made Cheng Ke's eyes light up.

Cheng Ke pinched her chin and praised repeatedly, "No wonder she's the top courtesan, those legs..."

Xiao Xin felt a chill run down her spine under his scrutinizing gaze, and grabbed Cheng Ke's hand, trying to lead her towards the door: "Alright, let's go."

It would be a lie to say he didn't feel awkward wearing this for the first time.

“Wait a minute,” Cheng Ke stopped in his tracks and quickly said, “There’s still something missing.”

"What?" Xiao Xin turned around, and Cheng Ke put a pair of cat ears on his head, casually fiddling with them a couple of times. "I didn't expect Brother Xin to look so cute in this outfit, it's almost... "

Xiao Xin ignored him, glanced at him, and turned to leave.

His gait was arrogant and uncouth, but his reddened ear tips completely betrayed his true feelings.

Cheng Ke shook her head helplessly and followed Xiao Xin's steps.

A short while later, the manager led forty male models dressed in cat-eared servant outfits into the private room.

This was Xiao Xin's first time in this private room, and it was larger than he had imagined, easily accommodating more than a hundred people.

He followed the crowd inside, his eyes casually scanning his surroundings. He glanced to the side and suddenly met a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat. Fu Yan... what's he doing here?