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After the last incident of helping others, I managed to secure two business deals.
After three months of constant hustle, I finally received payment for a Wuling Hongguang.
People are becoming increasingly stingy these days; with the economy in decline, even Employer has started to tighten their purse strings. I decided to take a break and recharge before diving back into work.
Perhaps I hadn’t clarified things well enough last time, but Xiao Fu always seems suspicious of my profession. He believes that after graduation, I took a wrong turn and ended up in the business of prostitution.
Over the past three months, I often found him lurking downstairs at my building, seemingly waiting for the perfect moment to catch me in the act.
I think he’s out of his mind.
With a face like mine—not to brag, but it’s more than just good-looking—why would I resort to selling myself?
I’m not only attractive but also smart; I never earn money through hard labor. Prostitution is too lowbrow and exhausting for someone like me.
But he doesn’t understand, and I can’t be bothered to explain my complicated career, which has led us to this current situation.
During my laid-back days, I would often see him in the morning at the breakfast shop next to my home, sipping soy milk. In the evenings, when I took out the trash, he would be there too, standing at my building’s entrance with a bag of food, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
One time, jokingly, I asked him, “Want to come upstairs for some instant noodles?”
He shot me a glare and ran off.
I found him somewhat endearing yet also a bit peculiar.
As I became more familiar with him, I would intentionally go to the breakfast shop where he drank soy milk in the mornings, just to have a bowl of tofu pudding and chat with him.
Encouraged by my actions, he started to engage in conversation with me, albeit casually. I would often joke around in front of him, saying things like how tired I was last night or how small that guy was, mixing both risqué and innocent topics.
Each time, his face would turn red with embarrassment as he looked at me with a mix of disappointment and exasperation. Eventually, he began to lecture me, insisting that I should do something serious for a living or find a job.
I would always laugh it off and brush him aside, yet his persistence never wavered.
One time, I lied to him, claiming I was broke. To my surprise, the next day he handed me a card and said with a frown, "I don’t earn much myself, but there’s some money on this card. It’s not enough for you to splurge, but it should cover your food and drinks. You need to find a job and earn some legitimate money."
His gesture made me feel guilty instead.
I could only deceive him further by saying I would look for a job the next day. Later, to avoid him, I started going to a café after putting on my makeup in the mornings. After a few days of this routine, Xiao Fu gradually faded from my life.
Out of sight, out of mind; he reminded me too much of my father.
Strangely enough, despite spending so much time together, we hadn’t even added each other on WeChat. Our encounters were purely coincidental as he wandered around near my home, which felt quite innocent.
So when I suddenly didn’t see him for a few days, I initially felt relieved to be free from his constant buzzing in my ear. However, after a few more days passed, I found myself feeling out of sorts and starting to miss him.
During those days when I missed him the most, he unexpectedly appeared one day in a hurry.
I was holding some barbecue in one hand and wearing flip-flops when I saw a man running toward me with a big smile on his face.
A wave of youthful male energy hit me as I walked in.
My heart suddenly raced, pounding like it did when I bumped into him at the corner of the school store back in high school.
Unfortunately, this "father figure" didn’t say anything nice; instead, he remarked, "Lin Yu Tang, what are you doing out here at this hour? Skipping work again?"
I felt a rush of frustration and thought we both had issues.
I turned and headed upstairs, not giving him a chance to say anything more condescending.
Later, he came looking for me while I was busy with a new client, strolling outside with a hefty Sugar Daddy when I happened to run into Xiao Fu.
He hesitated, glancing between me and the man I was with, his face showing a mix of disappointment and resignation before he walked away.
After that, I never saw him again; he stopped coming to find me.
A twinge of sadness lingered in my heart, but compared to money, men didn’t mean much. I adjusted my mindset and prepared to focus on my career.
Little did I know, while I was "working," the police showed up again, and it was Xiao Fu who came knocking.
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