Song Xi, unwilling to accept defeat, called him again. The phone continued to show as switched off, clearly indicating she had been blocked.
She hadn't expected Lou Yuming to be so utterly ruthless!
It was as if all the strength had drained from her body in an instant.
Clutching herself, she wept uncontrollably.
"At least I managed to pick up one of his phones,呜呜呜呜..."
After crying her fill, Song Xi wiped her tears and rallied. She comforted herself, money lost could always be earned back! Fortunately, she still had a part-time job that could at least cover her basic needs.
Just as she sent a message to the restaurant owner saying she could cover the evening shift, she received a call from Zhang Qi.
Since that day they had met his grandmother, Zhang Qi hadn't contacted her. He often forgot about his girlfriend when he was out partying, and Song Xi never sought his attention.
He was completely drunk and insisted on speaking to her by name.
Song Xi hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.
From the other end of the phone came Zhang Qi's triumphant laughter. His cronies around him called her a "price" and cursed her, saying she was as obedient as a dog.
Song Xi ignored them, her knuckles gripping the phone turning progressively white.
She tied her hair into a simple bun. Her intention was a petty act of revenge, wanting to embarrass Zhang Qi. But her natural good looks were undeniable, and she stood out in the bar as a clean and pure student girl, drawing many glances from passersby.
Song Xi arrived at the door of the private room. The door was ajar, and the room reeked of alcohol.
She disliked the smell of alcohol and felt impatient. She deliberately lingered outside for a while, unexpectedly overhearing their conversation.
"Brother Zhang, is it true you haven't managed to sleep with our Song Xi Hua in a year?!"
"You're so rude, you're poking Brother Zhang right in the heart..."
*Bang!*
A loud noise.
"It's just that I wasn't willing!" Zhang Qi defended himself. "Look at her chest and butt, I'm afraid my hands would get sore if I slept with her. If it weren't for her face being halfway decent, I would have kicked her to the curb long ago!"
"That's true, her face is undeniably good, but her figure is lacking, like an aircraft carrier. Not even as big as Yi Xiaoling's..."
Aircraft carrier?
Song Xi looked down. Being small, she wasn't particularly well-endowed in any aspect. Furthermore, when meeting Zhang Qi, she deliberately wore sports bras, making her small chest appear even flatter.
It seemed Zhang Qi's dislike for her had reached its peak.
Excellent, she would be free soon!
Song Xi didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. She turned and left.
With their conversation flowing so smoothly, it seemed they didn't need her. She might as well use this valuable time to earn money.
As she exited the bar, she saw a red Maserati parked at the entrance. A woman stepped out from the passenger seat – it was Yi Xiaoling.
She was dressed flamboyantly, her tight pencil skirt accentuating her proud, hot, and sexy curves.
Compared to her, Song Xi indeed appeared bland and uninteresting.
"What are you doing here?"
This was my line, Song Xi replied truthfully, "Zhang Qi asked me to come."
Yi Xiaoling's bright smile visibly froze.
"But I have something to do now, I'm leaving."
Song Xi hailed a taxi at the roadside, opened the door, and got in.
She had no interest in Yi Xiaoling's purpose for being there. Instead, the other woman's strained attempts to cover up seemed like a desperate attempt to hide something, creating an awkward "it's none of your business" vibe.
Yi Xiaoling stomped her foot in anger. "What are you pretending for! Just you wait!"
At a high-end Japanese restaurant.
Although she was slightly delayed, she arrived in good time.
The restaurant was crowded. Song Xi quickly changed into a Japanese kimono and joined the waitstaff.
She heard that several distinguished guests had arrived at a VIP room. The supervisor selected a few attractive waitresses to serve them, and Song Xi was among them.
She possessed high professional standards. Of course, if the person sitting there hadn't been Lou Yuming, she might have performed even better.
Fate really was a strange thing. It was harder than reaching the heavens to get a glimpse of him, and now, she saw him three times a week, yet they were acting as if they'd never met.
How awkward.
But Lou Yuming acted as if nothing was amiss, his expression at ease, with a young woman nestled in his arms.
The girl looked much younger than him, with a pure and sweet appearance, speaking in a soft, gentle voice.
The young lady proactively picked up a piece of sea urchin and offered it to his mouth. He opened it and ate, his eyes showing no hint of impatience.
Song Xi had a sudden realization: so old men liked delicate and gentle company! She had tried all sorts of seductive poses and heavy makeup, which clearly didn't suit his taste. No wonder she was kicked aside!
What a miscalculation!
Song Xi felt a pang of regret, her heart aching as she continued her work with a smile.
Lou Yuming glanced at her subtly. His gaze happened to catch her smiling eyes, which were charming all the men around her. He couldn't help but scoff inwardly, calling her pretentious.
Song Xi continued serving dishes, maintaining a composed demeanor throughout, not daring to look at him again until a man took the opportunity to touch her inappropriately. She deftly dodged him, and everything then spun out of control.