Zhang Yongzhen pursed her lips and glanced at her sideways, mocking, "Why are you putting on such an arrogant act, treating others like cannon fodder? Only a fool would be fooled by you like this. You really are a restless, fickle person, relying on your looks to seduce people indiscriminately."
Jiang Shuya glanced at her coldly, feeling uneasy about Tangtang being alone upstairs. She didn't want to get entangled with her and was about to leave when she heard her say, "So eager to leave? I guessed right! Feeling guilty."
"It's not that I'm guilty, it's just that I really don't want to get entangled with you, and I don't want to explain myself to you, because you're not worthy." Jiang Shuya raised an eyebrow and gave her a disdainful look.
"You, you slut!" Zhang Yongzhen was so angry that her face turned red, and she wanted to raise her hand to slap her again.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuya, quick-witted and agile, stopped her and even pushed her. Seeing her retreat, Jiang Shuya turned and ran away quickly: it was not a good time to fight her head-on, she might not be a match for Zhang Yongzhen.
Zhang Yongzhen was tall and strong, while she herself was thin and frail. Although she wasn't short, there was a clear difference between her and Zhang Yongzhen. Sometimes she would underestimate her, wondering what kind of feed they ate to grow so big and fat. With her delicate figure, she was no match for them and could never win.
However, being born in the countryside is not very popular. Rural people prefer men who are fat and strong, who are good at working in the fields during busy farming seasons and are adept at managing household chores. They are practically on par with men.
Seeing her run away, Zhang Yongzhen gritted her teeth and said, "You think you can run away on the first day and not on the fifteenth? Just wait and see, next time I see you, I will definitely not let you off."
In a corner of the 1912 bar,
At this moment, Lin Moxiao was utterly despondent. She sat alone in a bar, drinking alone, her sorrows welling up inside her. She drank one glass after another, unable to shake off the gloom and recall the past.
He had loved her for so long, only to receive a word of gratitude in return. What could be more heartbreaking than that? The piercing pain struck again, making it hard for him to breathe, and the feeling of powerless exhaustion made him feel endless loneliness and solitude.
Through his blurry, drunken eyes, a figure appeared before him, snatching the wine glass from his hand and accusing him, "Stop drinking! You'll die if you drink any more, you know? Is it worth it for her?"
Lin Moxiao, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, looked at the dazed person before him, and gave a painful, mocking laugh, muttering to himself, "How pathetic. I liked her for five years, and all I got in return was a word of gratitude."
Wang Yingying glanced helplessly at the person lying in front of her, a bitter feeling welling up inside her. She gave a bitter smile. "Isn't this the price you have to pay? You should bear it, and you should realize that leaving her will make things better."
Lin Moxiao, slumped over the table, kept shaking his head. Wang Yingying frowned and pulled him up. "Come on, let's go home."
The two stumbled into the Jade Mountain Apartment. Lin Moxiao, who was completely drunk, still retained a sliver of reason.
Entering the room, she lay down on the bed, realizing there was someone else beside her. Half-closing her eyes, she struggled to sit up and said, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Exhausted and panting, Wang Yingying, who had supported him all the way, was infuriated when he told her to leave. "Lin Moxiao, wake up! I'm the one who helped you all the way back. Where is the person you care about? Can he come and keep you company?"
Only I would be so foolish as to focus all my attention on you.
Wang Yingying's face contorted in pain as she whispered aggrievedly, "Do you know, to be worthy of you, I had plastic surgery—I got a nose job, Botox injections, hyaluronic acid fillers, and laser body sculpting."
In order to be worthy of Lin Moxiao, Wang Yingying took a risk and ruthlessly harmed herself. Whether it was to satisfy her lack of aesthetic sense or to truly bewitch Lin Moxiao, it was a very bizarre idea.
"Enough, I don't want to hear any of this. You should know very well why I helped you in the first place. You spend all your time in nightclubs, getting plied with alcohol by those scumbags, drowning your sorrows in alcohol until you vomit blood. You've wasted the best years of your life."
Lin Moxiao staggered to the door, then turned back to look at her; "I'd forgotten, you actually have a high alcohol tolerance. You did it on purpose that day, didn't you? Just because I didn't call you out doesn't mean I'm a fool."
Wang Yingying looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "You helping me means you care about me, right? There are so many women in the bar, why did you only help me? Or am I so easy to talk to, so easily used as a tool for you to sleep with?"
Lin Moxiao rubbed his throbbing head, tilted his head back, closed his eyes tightly, and pursed his lips, saying:
"Do you think I don't know how you ended up in my bed the first time we met at the Jingfeng Hotel? You set me up, didn't you? You treated me like a fool. I didn't expose you, I gave you enough face. If you don't care about the dignity I've given you, then I'll just have to tear things apart."
"Let's do a proper accounting. I've spent hundreds of thousands on you, haven't I? The spending records are all there. Isn't that enough to buy back six months of your youth?"
Wang Yingying never expected that Lin Moxiao had already seen through everything. In his irrational state, he spoke with reason and evidence. Was this what they called speaking the truth while drunk, or had he planned this all along? She hesitated for a long time, her eyes already filled with tears, frozen in place, unable to utter a word.
Lin Moxiao turned and went into the study. Hearing the door next door close tightly, Wang Yingying felt a chill run down her spine.
She recalled that six months ago, she and some of her girlfriends from the nightclub were joking around in a bar, sharing their daily achievements and performance. The daily income of a hostess in a bar was quite considerable.
She often encounters generous customers and can earn several thousand yuan a day. Wang Yingying is outstanding in appearance, has a high alcohol tolerance, and a gentle personality, making her very likable. She is also the highest-earning hostess in the hotel.
With more money comes a bigger ambition. They buy the best of everything, especially luxury goods. They often work overtime and stay up all night to buy an LV bag, drinking until dawn, sometimes even drinking to the point of vomiting blood, just to satisfy their vanity.
That day, she met Lin Moxiao and his colleagues at the bar. She was attracted by the upright demeanor of these men, especially the handsome Lin Moxiao, who was very different from all the customers she had ever met. He was like a noble saint advising her that youth is fleeting and she should not waste it here. She should live a down-to-earth life and should not be drunk and wasting her time.
From that moment on, Wang Yingying was deeply infatuated with him. She was in a daze every day, eager to see him. Following Lin Moxiao's advice, she found a proper job, hoping to meet him again. However, it was too difficult to see him. She waited for a long time, but he did not come.
One day, he appeared alone in a bar and drank a lot of alcohol by himself. She knew her chance had come and eagerly went up to help him to the Jingfeng Hotel.
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