Chapter 15
My phone suddenly rang, and it was Xu Dong.
"Jiayang, my bid was successful, and my dad was very pleased with my performance," he said.
"Congratulations." Finally, some good news.
"How should I thank you, brother?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Anything is fine."
"You treat, okay? This weekend, I'll give you a big gift."
Qiao Fei
Every newborn is bare, their only "clothing" being their thin, transparent skin, like a uniform without rank, not distinguishing between the high and the low or the rich and the poor.
But this equality is merely fleeting. Fate decrees that among these infants, some will lead a life of luxury while others will struggle to make a living.
Cheng Jiayang, the favored son of heaven, tormented himself over a minor emotional setback, contemplating death; whereas I was worried about making ends meet, plotting how to quickly secure a substantial sum of money to overcome difficulties, indifferent to the means, as long as it was swift.
Fortunately, I wasn't the only one with problems. Headmaster Julia of "Allure," powerful as she was, was also fretting: Inadvertently, a group of beauties under her command had been poached by a newly opened competitor. She now furiously sharpened her nail file on her pinkie, her eyes glaring sideways as she muttered angrily, "The old saying goes, 'women of low status are heartless, actors are ungrateful.'"
As I collected my drink commission at the bar, I looked at her and thought, she was so filled with hate that she even included herself in her tirade.
"Feifei," she called out as I was about to leave, "Hold on a moment, sister has something to tell you."
People don't make mistakes without a reason. With the right timing, location, and an element of surprise, plus a little catalyst to hasten the reaction, slowly you're dragged into the abyss.
Sister Julia was just such a catalyst.
"Help sister out with a major client," she said.
"It's a matter of reputation, I can't let them mock me. Help your sister out, sixty thousand yuan, all yours, I won't take a cent."
Sixty thousand yuan.
I frowned, uneasy about this neither large nor small fortune. Sister Julia mistook my concern for hesitation. She grabbed my hand and her eyes almost immediately welled up with tears.
"Feifei, tell me, since you came here, has sister treated you well? When you were upset, did I pressure you? When you had your period, didn't I lend you my pad?"
I quickly said, "Please stop. You used the pad as a handkerchief. Okay, I'll do it, but I have two conditions."
"Tell sister," she said.
"Sister, I want the money up front."
"I knew you were a promising kid. No problem. Next."
"That thing, I don't know how. You need to show me how."
Seeing my agreement, Sister Julia almost felt relieved of a great burden. She stroked my face and looked into my eyes with a slight smile, "What technique? The stuff in films, it's all fancy tricks, of no practical use. But let me tell you two things, Little Feifei," she said, her voice lowering towards the end, resembling that of a Gypsy witch, "First, regardless of what kind of lousy man he is, this evening is also significant for you, and you must enjoy it, remember, good things are even more wonderful for a woman. Also, look into his eyes, keep looking into his eyes, and you'll see inside his soul. You won't suffer a loss."
Cheng Jiayang
Xu Dong is a man with a fetish for cleanliness. The most unforgettable for him was still his first girl from middle school. He said that when the girl bled, she also cried, sobbing, "Slow down, it won't work, it won't work, it hurts…" He never heard such a good voice again. He said that he often visited that girl, who married early and was now a mother; by comparison, her appearance seemed too ordinary against his other flings, but her body was still memorable.
(End of Chapter)
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