Endless Pampering Only For You

He merely sighed internally and spoke to them, “Acting like this would do you more harm than good.”

Fighting inside the club was prohibited and the manager would definitely investigate the matter thoroughly.

Upon hearing this, some of them snapped out of it. As the realization of the consequences dawned on them, they could not help but look panicked.

Mu Xiaoxiao told the waitstaff, “I’ll pay for any repairs. This was my fault.”

As expected, not a single thing went right today.

She had imagined that looking for a male escort would draw Yin Shaojie out, but she had been mistaken.

Mu Xiaoxiao laughed at herself internally.

She no longer expected anything. She felt like a boulder was pressing against her heart, heavy and sorrowful.

The waitstaff glanced at Ye Zhiyuan.

Ye Zhiyuan said, “No, please let me pay instead.”

“No, no, let me. You don’t have to worry. I can afford it.” Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head, declining his offer.

She knew Ye Zhiyuan wanted to help her, but she could not accept this favour. She disliked being indebted to others.

It was just that Mu Xiaoxiao could not help but recall how proudly she had declared to Ye Zhiyuan earlier that someone would come to pick up the tab.

She thought that Yin Shaojie would make haste to find her. But it was all a mere fantasy.

The waitstaff was put in a spot, looking left and right at Ye Zhiyuan and Mu Xiaoxiao but not knowing whom to listen to.

Mu Xiaoxiao insisted once again, “Pass me the bill.”

Ye Zhiyuan could not change her mind and he kept quiet.

The waitstaff understood the situation and promptly got down to producing the bill.

“The total is…”

The waitstaff stated the grand total and added that a huge discount had been given to her, on account of Ye Zhiyuan.

This seemed like a tremendous amount of money to be coughed up by a teenager. Did she really have that much money to pay?

“There you go, swipe this, said Mu Xiaoxiao, taking out her bank card.

She was about to give it to the waitstaff when Jun Zeye reached out to intercept her hand. He gave another card to the waitstaff. “Use this,” he said.

The waitstaff recognised this familiar situation. He immediately accepted the card and genuflected. “Very well, please wait a moment,” he said.

“Please don’t. I have my own money.” Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to block him, but she was too late.

“I, too, have money,” said Jun Zeye in a matter-of-fact tone.

Ye Zhiyuan thought for a moment and also chimed in, “Me too.”

How was she supposed to respond to that?

In the end, it was Jun Zeye who paid the bill for her.

After saying goodbye to Ye Zhiyuan, she got into Jun Zeye’s car.

Mu Xiaoxiao was silent throughout the journey as her gaze wandered out the window into the receding landscape. Her face now no longer had any trace of a smile.

Jun Zeye tilted his head to look at her silently.

…

Yin Shaojie stood by his car on the side of the road.

He swung his fists around. His cold gaze swept across the dozens of people lying on the ground.

Motherf*ckers.

He walked back to the side of the car and picked up his cell phone which was now scrap metal. It was an ugly mess of deformed circuitry and metal.

Yin Shaojie’s eyes were dark and cold, as he hurled another curse word.

He couldn’t call Xiaoxiao now.