Chapter 17 Please forgive me for stealing a bite from your fridge...
Several members were sitting in the rest area of Fanying Yoga Studio.
Among them were Lin Siyue and Zhang Ni.
Upon seeing that they were all members who frequently attended Gao Wen's classes, and considering the messages in the group yesterday, the receptionist knew that the visitors had ill intentions, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to greet them.
Lin Siyue didn't mince words; her meaning was very clear.
Course cancellation and refund.
"We do not offer refunds." The receptionist initially followed the rules.
"We want a refund today! Why shouldn't we get one? We're not going to attend classes anymore, so we deserve a refund!" Lin Siyue emphasized, raising her voice. "You have to give me my money back, or we won't leave!"
“That’s right,” Zhang Ni and several other members chimed in. “Give us our money back, we’re not taking the classes anymore!”
The receptionist saw members arriving for class one after another and was still gossiping and watching the excitement.
She was at her wit's end and quickly said, "I can't make this decision. Please be patient. I'll call the curator and we can talk things over."
"Hmph!" Lin Siyue said coldly, "They will definitely refund the money today."
Hearing her soft humming behind her, the receptionist was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. After calling the manager, she came back and pleaded in a low voice, "Sister, sister, I'm just an employee. You can talk to the manager when he arrives. I really can't make the decision about refunding the money."
The curator really went too far this time. Gao Wen didn't do anything wrong, yet she was being targeted like this.
She really couldn't stand on the curator's side and become an accomplice. Besides, she was just a lowly employee with a fixed salary and didn't want to be implicated.
Fifteen minutes later.
The curator arrived shortly after.
She usually styles her hair neatly, but today she came with her hair down and no makeup on, which shows how rushed she was.
The curator, being a shrewd person, rushed over and, upon seeing them, quickly composed himself, asking with a smile, "You're all long-time members, and the classes were going well. Why are you suddenly asking for a refund? Is there anything we can discuss?"
Seeing that the other party was so nice, Zhang Ni looked conflicted and silently stepped back.
She originally didn't want to come for a refund, as several beauty salons had already ripped her off, but Lin Siyue insisted on coming, saying she wanted to support Gao Wen and that of course, she should get a refund if she didn't attend the class, so she came along.
Since the curator had spoken kindly, the long-time members were even less inclined to escalate the conflict.
Lin Siyue wasn't one for social niceties and bluntly said, "If you don't want to continue, just get a refund."
The curator remembered Lin Siyue; she was the one who talked nonsense and stirred up trouble in the group.
Even if she was furious, she still had to force a smile: "You bought these courses at a promotional price, they were already discounted, so it wouldn't be fair to ask for a refund now, would it?"
“Then we’ll refund whatever’s left. We didn’t ask you to refund more than that.” Lin Siyue finished speaking and continued, “I won’t be taking your yoga classes anymore.”
Lin Siyue and Gao Wen were about the same age, and in the curator's eyes, they were just little kids. The curator, who prided herself on having been through decades of life in society, wouldn't even consider young girls like them worthy of her attention. However, not wanting to escalate the situation, she said with a troubled expression, "The money really can't be refunded. How about this, you can transfer the card to other members. We were originally going to charge a 500 yuan transfer fee, but now we'll waive it and make it free. Let's both compromise, is that alright?"
Lin Siyue's attitude was firm: "I don't want to transfer the contract. Wouldn't that be helping you sell the course? I want a refund now! Just give me a refund directly!"
The curator's tone was slightly harsh, attempting to intimidate her: "We did sign a contract back then, and it was clearly stated in the contract that we would not refund the course. You also signed it. This situation is really putting us in a difficult position."
Regardless of whether she attends classes or not, the money goes straight into her pocket; it's her money.
It would be a huge loss to make her take it out again.
These courses are only valid for one year. If they don't take them, they will automatically expire after one year, so it's like she got a free ride.
“This contract of yours is a blatant unfair contract. It has no basis or effect whatsoever,” Lin Siyue said to the curator with a stern face. “You must refund us, or I will call the consumer hotline to complain about you. Moreover, since you did not issue us an invoice, I will call the finance hotline to report you for tax evasion. I will also call the government hotline, the mayor’s hotline, and the national official website. I can also appeal.”
“The relevant departments in our city handle problems very efficiently, and I believe that many departments will definitely resolve this refund issue for me.”
When Lin Siyue said this, the curator was stunned. He was indeed a bit taken aback, and his face froze.
In business, the worst thing you can do is get entangled with relevant government departments.
In particular, they did not issue an invoice, and if they were to be investigated, who knows what they might find? They were somewhat guilty and afraid of causing even more serious consequences.
Zhang Ni looked at Lin Siyue with admiration and secretly gave her a thumbs up.
Wow, that's awesome.
The curator's smile faltered, and he invited them all into the conference room.
In the end, all the fees were refunded, totaling over 100,000 yuan.
As Lin Siyue and her group swaggered away, the curator was so angry she saw stars. The receptionist saw her cheeks twitching, looking both pitiful and funny.
Lin Siyue, Zhang Ni, and a few other members went downstairs to Yuhe Yoga Studio. Since it was free money anyway, they simply deposited it into the studio.
Zhang Ni vividly described to Gao Wen how Lin Siyue had just domineeringly taken back her membership fee: "As soon as she finished speaking, her aura was so strong that the curator's face changed instantly, like a balloon deflated. It was so funny."
Gao Wen gave Lin Siyue a thumbs up and said with a smile, "You're really good at protecting your own interests!"
She was talking about protecting her own interests, nothing else.
Society is always strange; kind words can lead to being taken advantage of by some people, and sometimes a firmer stance is needed to get the results you want.
When Gao Wen looked over, Lin Siyue felt a little embarrassed and said shyly, "Actually, it's nothing. I just searched online and those netizens taught me."
Every time Gao Wen praised her, she felt a little embarrassed.
Perhaps it's because Gao Wen is always so sincere, as if that's what she truly feels, without any pretense or affectation. Coupled with her gentle and soft voice and delicate, fair face, she's absolutely captivating.
Lin Siyue's heart would race slightly every time she was praised by her teacher when she was a child. She felt both excited and nervous!
Damn it! That woman!
"Are you having a class? There are two seats available." Gao Wen suddenly asked, "We're having aerial yoga today, it's going to be great for photos."
“I’ll go,” Zhang Ni volunteered.
Upon hearing that it was a great idea, Lin Siyue immediately raised her hand and exclaimed, "Me! Me! Me!"
Gao Wen stood up with a smile: "Let's go."
......
When faced with the opening of Yuhe Yoga Studio, Fanying Yoga Studio also took countermeasures, and they launched a major promotional campaign.
Unexpectedly, the refunds for Lin Siyue and the others were not the end, but the beginning.
The curator was startled by Lin Siyue and did not expect that there was a precedent for this kind of thing. It was like unloading a valve, and the subsequent events were no longer under her control.
Lin Siyue can cause trouble, and so can others.
Yuhe Yoga Studio has just been renovated and is located on the first floor, which is much more convenient than squeezing into the elevator to go up to the fifth or sixth floor.
Moreover, Gao Wen not only took small classes at Fanying Yoga Studio, but she also took large classes, which had far more members than the small classes.
Gao Wen's serious and responsible attitude and professional and meticulous patience cannot be distorted by the curator's words alone; many people feel that she is an exceptionally good teacher.
Fan Ying Yoga Studio launched a series of promotional activities, but unexpectedly, this led to a wave of membership cancellations. The studio manager was unable to resist the pressure and ended up refunding more than twenty members.
In those few days, she grew a lot of white hair, and her whole appearance was visibly haggard.
Each member represents a significant investment of time and resources, and the annual membership fee is calculated in the tens of thousands.
Refunding a card means losing more than just money; it means losing resources.
"Have any members whose memberships are expiring this week been renewed?" The curator rubbed his swollen temples and went over to ask the front desk.
Receptionist: "No, not a single one has been renewed."
"What?!" The curator's face turned ashen, and he couldn't help but shout angrily, "Weren't five or six members' memberships due? Did you even talk to them?"
“We negotiated, and they offered the lowest possible price. They said they took a trial class at Yuhe and thought it was good, so they signed up there,” the receptionist said decisively. “They even went as a group, saying that there would be a 10% discount for two or more people and a 15% discount for three people. But they didn’t sign up, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
The wave of membership cancellations and relocations continues to unfold at Fanying Yoga Studio.
It is said that nearly fifty members left in the end, including many members of small classes, which directly caused a major blow to Fan Ying Yoga Studio. The income was not cut in half, but it was still reduced by a small amount, which was enough to make the studio owner feel extremely distressed.
*
Yuhe Yoga Studio welcomed five new members today; they were very quick to sign up for memberships.
“They said they’d taken your classes before and came here because of you,” Xu Mei said half-jokingly as she saw Gao Wen come out. “I was thinking, we don’t actually need to worship the God of Wealth anymore; I’d like to worship you instead.”
“Sister Mei, I think it’s because you have great taste in decorating, plus the teachers here are all excellent. Many members who have taken classes here think it’s good, that’s why they come,” Gao Wen said with a helpless smile. “Maybe they think I’m the only person they know in this place. By the way, do you get a discount if you mention my name?”
Xu Mei was amused by Gao Wen: "Give me the lowest discount!"
"That's good." Gao Wen walked to the side, picked up a water glass, and drank some water.
She was really thirsty after attending three classes in a row.
Gao Wen is now a full-time teacher at Yuhe Yoga Studio. She no longer goes to the gym for classes because she has too many classes every day, from morning to night. However, the hourly rate is quite good, and her income has increased dramatically.
Gao Wen stood at the reception desk, sipping her water, and sent a message to Fang Han: "Senior, do you have the landlord's contact information? The faucet in my bathroom is broken."
Although it doesn't affect its use, she's not used to the look of it.
Fang Han quickly replied: [Yes, but the landlord won't pay attention.]
Gao Wen: [?]
Fang Han: [The landlord is traveling abroad. He said to fix minor problems himself and not to bother him unless necessary. The rent is already cheaper than other places.]
Gao Wen: [...]
Is this how rich people live a carefree life?
Xu Mei softly called out to Gao Wen, "Teacher Wenwen."
Gao Wen looked up.
“I have something nice for you,” Xu Mei said, opening the cabinet and handing her a gift box.
Gao Wen recognized the gift box; it was a third-prize prize from the opening event—an imported smart thermos cup, priced at nearly a thousand yuan. Its appearance and exquisite design appealed to her, but the price made her hesitate.
A thermos costs a thousand yuan, which is a bit extravagant.
"The opening event is over, and there's one water cup left. Here you go," Xu Mei said, then added, "You can use it yourself or give it away."
"Sister Mei, you're too kind to me. I was thinking of splurging on one more when I got my salary this month." Gao Wen took out the cup and examined it, her expression full of smiles.
Although it wasn't the gradient purple she wanted, the light blue was also very pretty.
She was in a very good mood. Since it was given by the boss, it was equivalent to an extra thousand yuan in her salary for the day.
"Of course, you're my lucky charm," Xu Mei said.
"Please don't tease me." Gao Wen chuckled. Xu Mei was very kind to all her employees, especially to her. She took great care of her. Although she admired her, Xu Mei was indeed a kind person, and she could feel her kindness.
*
evening.
Lin Heng's black Mercedes was parked on the side of the road. He picked up his phone and opened his WeChat Moments, where he saw Lin Siyue's latest post from just one minute ago.
Nine-square grid of yoga postures.
Each one looks incredibly difficult to create, and each is accompanied by the caption: Every bit of perseverance has meaning.
Lin Heng was surprised that Lin Siyue could stand on a chair and practice her balance so well. She had clearly only been taking classes for less than half a month. Anyone who didn't know better would think she had been learning dance since elementary school and had already developed a certain elegance.
Mutual relatives and friends in the circle naturally flooded the comments with likes and comments, with aunts and uncles praising it highly.
Recently, whenever Lin Siyue posts something like this on her WeChat Moments, she gets a lot of likes and comments. She has transformed from the "unemployed and lazy girl" that her relatives used to talk about into a positive, hardworking, and dedicated young woman.
Lin Heng saw Lin Siyue walking over and put his phone aside.
After their last argument, the two didn't speak to each other for two days. Later, Lin Siyue resumed her habit of going to the yoga studio every day and was all smiles. As the older brother, Lin Heng naturally wouldn't keep a long face.
Lin Heng couldn't bring himself to apologize, but he would pick up Lin Siyue after get off work as a way to ease tensions.
"Brother, have you been waiting long? Teacher Wenwen took and edited the photos for me, so it took a while." Lin Siyue said, then buried her head in admiring the photos on her phone. She looked at the comments, her mouth almost reaching her ears, "Although Teacher Wenwen is a bit harsh and strict in class, her photos are really beautiful, and she's also super good at editing photos. I love her to death!"
Lin Heng was about to drive away, but upon hearing Lin Siyue's words, he slowed down.
He had heard the same words from the group of female employees in the office.
Gao Wen is particularly good at taking photos and can also edit photos for the female employees. As a result, she gained a lot of goodwill from the moment she arrived, and her living conditions were much better than those of other interns.
Teacher Wenwen and Gao Wen—
Lin Heng was still having doubts when he saw a familiar figure across the street.
Gao Wen tied her hair up high, wore a mid-length thin coat, black yoga pants, and bright-colored sneakers, exuding youthful energy.
She was on the phone, making a call, and then greeted a middle-aged woman in yoga clothes warmly before waving goodbye.
At this point in time, wearing yoga clothes, Lin Heng has no reason to question anything further.
Teacher Wenwen is Gao Wen.
Upon learning this answer, Lin Heng was even more shocked than when Gao Wen resigned; his hands on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
Because, according to Lin Siyue, this teacher Wenwen has a high level of teaching ability, is very professional, and is very serious and responsible. Her classes are always full and she is very popular with students.
Is this what Gao Wen was talking about, what she wanted to do and what she was going to do?
"Brother? Why aren't you leaving yet?" Lin Siyue replied to the comment, looking at Lin Heng with a puzzled expression.
Lin Heng didn't reply, and stepped on the gas and drove forward.
My thoughts are like a hemp rope.
Across the street.
Gao Wen was on the phone with Fang Han and slowly walked back.
When the topic of the landlord came up today, she asked, "The landlord isn't here, what happens when we renew the lease?"
“Just make sure the money is transferred to his bank account on time; he often doesn’t accept WeChat messages,” Fang Han said.
Gao Wen was speechless once again: "Are all rich people like this?"
Refusing money? She's still too poor.
"I don't know," Fang Han walked to the hardware store, bought a faucet, quickened his pace and walked back, then thought for a moment, "Maybe?"
Gao Wen sighed and pursed her lips: "I'll have to find a repairman to replace my faucet."
Fang Han held the newly purchased faucet, his eyes darting around, and said in a steady tone, "There's a spare faucet in the kitchen. I'll help you change it; I know how."
Before Gao Wen returned, Fang Han went back first. He went into the kitchen and hid the newly bought faucet under the cabinet.
Xu Fei came out to get water, and Fang Han was startled because he felt guilty.
"Are you sneaking around like a thief?" Xu Fei observed him curiously, then walked closer and laughed, "You really did something wrong? Why is your face so red?"
Fang Han opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of fresh milk, and changed the subject: "Want some?"
"Tsk—this milk isn't cheap," Xu Fei said, holding the milk and looking into the refrigerator. "I'll drink this. Does your dear junior have any more?"
"It expires tomorrow," Fang Han earnestly instructed. "If you don't drink it tonight, remember to throw it away tomorrow."
Gao Wen likes this brand of drink. It only has a three-day shelf life. He bought another bottle today. If Xu Fei doesn't drink it, he will.
Xu Fei: "......"
When Gao Wen returned, she saw Xu Fei sitting at the dining table, drinking milk.
"Sister Xu Fei," Gao Wen greeted her with a smile.
Xu Fei smiled, raised the milk and said, "Fang Han gave this to me. There's still some for you in the fridge, remember to drink it."
She's a good person; people are obliged to help others.
Gao Wen was a little taken aback, and instinctively said, "Thank you."
After finishing the last sip of milk, Xu Fei closed the cap, threw the bottle into the trash can, turned around, winked at Fang Han, and waved, saying, "I'm going back to my room. Bye-bye, goodnight, have a good time."
She decided not to bother them.
Fang Han silently took out the faucet he had just hidden in the kitchen, put the milk in to heat it up, and said to Gao Wen, "You should drink a bottle too, it'll expire tomorrow."
"Okay." Gao Wen went to open the door for Fang Han first. Halfway there, her phone beeped with a low battery countdown, so she hurriedly went to find a charging cable. "Once I get my salary this month, I'm definitely going to buy the latest model!"
Fang Han stood at the door, watching her mutter to herself; she seemed rather cute.
Then, Gao Wen went to the kitchen, opened the microwave, and took out the milk. Her voice came from afar, still smiling, "Senior, this milk expires very easily. Even if it was bought on discount, I think it's more expensive than buying it individually, since you're sharing it for free."
Fang Han vaguely heard Gao Wen speaking, but his brain was no longer processing the meaning behind her words.
Entering her room felt like entering her private territory, making him blush slightly.
Her room had a faint fragrance in the air, just like the fragrance emanating from her.
Fang Han didn't dare to look around, his whole body tense, and he walked straight to the bathroom with his hands and feet moving in a daze. His mind even went blank for a moment. What was he supposed to do here?
Gao Wen walked in, drinking her milk, and called out, "Senior—"
Fang Han's heart skipped a beat when he heard Gao Wen call him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he cleared his throat, "Hmm?"
"Please forgive me for stealing a plum from your refrigerator." Gao Wen said, her eyes crinkling with a smile. To her, it truly felt like she had secretly eaten a candied fruit, trying to deceive her own body.
Fang Han was about to ask her to eat a few more when he remembered Gao Wen's strict diet, so he shut up. He decided not to emphasize it when she was "sneaking a bite" and to avoid making her feel guilty, which was for her own good.
"It's this faucet; it's loose as soon as you turn it on." Gao Wen squeezed into the bathroom, bypassed Fang Han, and reached out to fiddle with the faucet switch to demonstrate to him.
As she approached, her delicate fragrance wafted into Fang Han's nostrils.
The two of them squeezed into one bathroom. It wasn't crowded, but his body temperature still rose, and even his breathing became erratic.
"Can we change it?" Gao Wen asked.
".....able."
Gao Wen didn't expect that Fang Han could actually fix the faucet. He turned off the valve, drained the remaining water, and then squatted down to turn the screw and pull out the hose.
She hadn't expected it to be so complicated, so she squatted down to watch and took it very seriously.
Being watched by Gao Wen in such a confined space made it unbearable for Fang Han. He quickened his pace, took out a new faucet, quickly fitted the base, spiral tube, and sealing ring, and continued to tighten the screws.
I opened the valve and tested it; water gushed out.
"Wow—" Gao Wen watched Fang Han change so efficiently the whole time and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Can outstanding people do anything?"
Fang Han's smooth demeanor makes him look like a plumber to anyone who doesn't know him.
He's a top student; those hands should be used for coding.
"Wait a moment." Fang Han went to the kitchen, but quickly returned.
"What is this?" Gao Wen asked, looking at the "plastic strip" he was holding.
“Water barrier.” Fang Han squatted down, measured the width of the bathroom doorway, cut a water barrier of the same width with scissors, tore off the other end, and then stuck it to the door. He then stood up and said, “The bathroom’s water barrier design is too low. This is quick-drying and will be fixed in ten minutes. After it’s stuck on, the water from the bathroom won’t splash into the room.”
Gao Wen always takes a long time to shower. Sometimes when she washes clothes, the water overflows into the room, making everything wet, which is a little annoyed for her.
Fang Han's handling of the situation made Gao Wen feel that he was shining brightly. She had praised him a lot before, and she couldn't let him work for nothing.
She thought for a moment, then walked to the side and reluctantly took out the gift box that Xu Mei had given her that day from her bag.
Gao Wen called out to Fang Han before he went back into the house, "Senior."
Fang Han turned around, and a gift box appeared in front of him, which made him pause slightly and his heart began to beat wildly.
"These are leftover thermos bottles from the yoga studio's opening promotion. They're pretty good quality, so I got one for you. It's free anyway." Gao Wen held the gift box out again. "Here you go."
Fang Han did not answer immediately.
"Take it, consider it a thank you for your help today." Gao Wen was still reluctant to part with it, but since everything should be reciprocated, she quickly stuffed the gift box into Fang Han's hand, turned around and walked into the house, afraid that she would regret it if she was too slow and had to snatch it back.
Before closing the door, she peeked out with a bright smile: "Good night, sweet dreams."
Fang Han looked at the gift box in his hand, still warm from her touch. The corners of his lips slowly turned up, and his deep, clear eyes were filled with a gentle smile.
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Author's note: Lao Fang: She always thinks of me when she gets something good, right?
Author: You're so pathetic~~~ You're practically turning into an embryo by being coaxed into one by a leftover thermos from an event!!!
My darlings, I originally said I'd update at 9 AM and 6 PM, but I've combined the two updates into one, one update a day, 6,000 words a day.
Good morning!!! Today is another day of loving you all! [Orange heart]
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