Chapter 7
What a headache. He had married a little idiot who spent fifty thousand yuan just to sleep with her own husband—and managed to get taken advantage of and bossed around in the process. And now she was trying to do mutual, repeat business with him?
Gu Shuangshuang stepped out of Room 807 in high spirits when her phone rang. Answering it, a furious roar blasted through the speaker: "How the hell does 'Pleasure World' run a business?! I ordered contraceptives at four o'clock, where the hell are they?!"
She blinked, confused. "Sir, may I ask..."
"I ordered two packs of imported ultra-thins and lubricant! Cloud International, Room 817!"
817... Crap, wrong room!
No wonder that fair young man had bolted in panic earlier, and why the top host had looked murderously dark... They hadn't ordered anything in the first place!
Shuangshuang glanced back at the shut door of 807, offering a silent apology in her heart. Hauling her backpack, she sprinted toward Room 817. The couple chewed her out thoroughly, but they bought the goods anyway.
"That basically counts as two orders!" In a great mood, she took the elevator down to the lobby. Stepping through the revolving doors, she spotted a tall, commanding silhouette standing near the steps.
Shuangshuang walked over and apologized with genuine sincerity: "Sorry, handsome host mister. It was a mix-up. If you don't want the condoms, you can return them."
The man didn't spare her a glance, staring coldly ahead.
Fine, consider them bought. You'll probably need them for your next client anyway.
Thinking of clients, Shuangshuang looked up and tugged playfully at the sleeve of his crisp shirt. "Mister, was that guy in the room earlier your client or what?"
Silence.
"Your side piece?"
Still dead quiet.
"Neither? Then the story must go like this! Handsome host mister, because of your good looks, you were controlled by a shadowy crime boss and forced to cater to rich older women for cash. Over time, your pure soul was corrupted, your preferences shifted, and you fell for men! Numbed from serving wealthy matrons, you desperately needed an outlet for your loneliness, so you lured young men to hotel rooms for scandalous trysts..."
The man turned around at last, his gaze razor-sharp. "Say one more word, and see if I don't engage in a scandalous tryst with you right here on these steps."
"..."
Between the blushing and the terror, she instantly shut her mouth and behaved.
Just then, a sleek car pulled up to the curb. The man walked down the steps with a cool expression.
Shuangshuang's eyes followed him, catching the emblem on the hood—a Bentley, the newest model!
A chauffeur stepped out, bowing respectfully as he opened the rear passenger door for him.
Shen Mocheng leaned in to get into the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the small figure still standing dumbfounded by the steps. Dusk was falling.
"Come here."
Shuangshuang scurried over, staring at the luxurious vehicle. Feeling skeptical, she asked, "This car... is it yours?"
His expression was aloof. "If it isn't mine, is it rented?"
"It has to be rented! At your rate of a hundred thousand a night, you'd have to work non-stop for over six months to afford this! By the time you bought it, you'd have died of exhaustion on the job."
"..."
Dead set on believing I'm an escort? Fine! Let's see what face you make when the day comes that you have to call me your husband!
Completely oblivious to the dark thoughts brewing in his mind, Gu Shuangshuang busied herself admiring the luxury car, whipping out her phone to snap photos from every single angle.
After photographing the sleek rear curve of the vehicle, she walked back to the passenger side. The window rolled down, revealing an impatient, handsome face. "Still loitering around?"
She hopped in without hesitation. "Thanks for the ride, mister!"
The ride settled into an eerie quiet; she was surprisingly well-behaved.
Shen Mocheng frowned and glanced over. The little idiot hadn't even taken off her backpack. Her back was stiff as an iron board, her hands resting primly on her knees in a textbook classroom posture. Her pale, delicate face was the picture of awkward constraint.
A faint smirk touched the man's lips. "A whole backpack full of that merchandise—doesn't it dig into your back?"
"...It's fine." Shuangshuang's face flushed. Only after he pointed it out did she dare slip the backpack off and place it at her feet.
Seeing her sudden, skittish obedience, he raised a brow. "Never ridden in a car like this before?"
Shuangshuang shook her head.
Though Gu Hai owned several luxury cars, she had never been granted the privilege of riding in one. Speaking of her father, calling him a father was overly generous—pimp was far more accurate.
Catching the fleeting flash of sorrow in her eyes, the man softened his tone: "Make yourself comfortable. It's just a rented car; you won't break it."
"You said it!" She beamed, letting out a relieved sigh as she curled up like a small kitten against the plush leather. "Is the rental fee expensive?"
"It's alright. A thousand a day."
A thousand a day is 'alright'?! "Renting it for six months is enough to buy a decent car."
"How would I drive a 'decent' car?" He shot her an amused look. "I'm the top host, after all."
True enough. No wonder he charged so much; his upkeep was ridiculous. Working in the escort industry at his age truly made him a pitiful soul!
Shuangshuang glanced at his luxury wristwatch and his tailored, aristocratic attire. All rented, no doubt.
The more she looked at him, the less she could hide the pity in her eyes. "Mister, I'll pay back that forty-eight thousand five hundred as fast as I can. I made a hundred and twenty today alone."
Looking at her satisfied little face, a faint smile crossed his lips, though his tone turned stern: "So you think skipping class to make money is acceptable?"
"I don't have a choice," Shuangshuang pouted. "Besides, professors are easy to fool! I heard they swapped out the lecturer for this morning's elective with some young loser, so I'm even less worried!"
"..." A young... loser?
The man's handsome face darkened with suppressed irritation. "Not even afraid of roll call?"
She grinned cheekily. "If he takes roll, I'll just say I have period cramps, a headache, a cold, banged my leg against my pants, or my joints hurt from the breeze~"
Shen Mocheng scoffed softly. "And with all those aches, you think the professor will have no way of dealing with you?"
"That's on the dumb professor for being easy to trick. If I were the teacher, I'd have plenty of nasty tricks—anyone who dares skip my class would remember me for the rest of their life~"
He replied casually, as if just passing the time: "Oh? What kind of tricks?"
"Take a tricky student like me, for instance. My ID photo is my absolute Achilles' heel. If he ever projected that hideous photo onto the big screen, my reputation as the Arts Department's Bust Goddess would be completely ruined!"
A wicked smirk played on the man's lips, followed by a slight knit of his brows. "Bust Goddess?"
Even as he asked, those deep, dark eyes dropped purposefully toward her chest.
"N-Nothing!" Blushing furiously, Shuangshuang clutched her backpack tightly against her chest.
A strange flutter stirred in her chest, keeping her quiet for the rest of the ride. After a while, he asked for her drop-off location.
Shuangshuang gave the university address.
As she prepared to step out, her phone rang with an unfamiliar number. Assuming it was a customer, she answered, only to hear an all-too-familiar, icy male voice.
Before the other end could continue, Shuangshuang's trembling fingers hit end call.
Shen Mocheng watched her closely. Her cheap phone had zero sound insulation; he had clearly heard the man on the other end call her "Shuangshuang."
Shuangshuang grabbed her backpack and got out, turning to offer a polite goodbye. But the man simply spun the steering wheel, leaving her behind with nothing but the arrogant rear of the luxury car.
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