Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

Whether it's family background, looks, or abilities, Lu Beiting is top-notch in every way. There's no better man than him.

Xiao Si was incredibly curious about what that woman was thinking.

Lu Beiting tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp. The burning sensation in his throat made his voice much hoarse.

"Who knows why she broke up with him?" he blurted out abruptly.

He poured himself another sip of wine, and couldn't help but think back to when they broke up years ago.

That year I was a junior in college.

Lin Qian put all the expensive gifts he had given her into a cardboard box and sent it to his villa, returning them to him one by one.

The jewelry inside must be worth at least several hundred thousand, not to mention the high-end custom-made dresses and bags.

They can just say they don't want it anymore; they don't care about it at all.

Suppressing his anger and irritation, Lu Beiting dragged her to the hotel without saying a word, and went so far as to try almost every position he could find, as if he wanted to squeeze her dry.

From the sofa to the kitchen, from the bathroom to the floor-to-ceiling windows, from the mirror to the stairs...

He was still breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against hers and asked if she was sure they really wanted to break up.

Lin Qian was pinned down by him, her eyes wet and filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, giving her a pitiful and wronged expression.

She held back her tears and said she wanted to break up.

She said, "Lu Beiting, we're not a good match. I don't want to talk about this anymore..."

Lu Beiting didn't pry into why, and he didn't care much at the time. They broke up, so what could be the reason? It was just that he didn't like her anymore.

He doesn't care at all.

But the boomerang from years ago has now hit me right between the eyebrows.

Xiao Si advised him, "If you still care, then get back together. Besides, with your ruthless methods, what's the worst that could happen? You could just force yourself on her, right? Getting a woman is such a simple thing!"

Lu Beiting curled his lips and said, "You're overthinking it. She already has a boyfriend."

After saying that, he lowered his head and took another sip of wine, suddenly feeling that the taste of the wine had changed.

It's acidic.

He casually stuck a slice of peeled apple into the ground.

Apples can be sour too.

"What?" Xiao Si gasped. "This...you have a boyfriend? Forget it then, I can't possibly become a homewrecker, can I?"

Lu Ge definitely has no interest in being a male mistress, nor would he deign to do such a thing.

Otherwise, Xiao Si will go livestream himself eating shit.

Xiao Si waved his hand, comforting him, "Oh, it's just a woman. It's my birthday next month, and I'm planning a gathering at [Half Creek Island]. Why don't you come? What kind of girl do you like? I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"Get out," Lu Beiting said coldly, "I'm allergic to women now."

But suddenly those two sentences popped into his mind:

"Yes, he's my boyfriend. Is there a problem?"

"Of course our relationship is good. We plan to get married when he turns 22, which is the legal age."

They're getting married.

Why would I still want her? It's so inexplicable.

Lu Beiting nodded expressionlessly. "Do as you please."

……

Lin Qian didn't see Lu Beiting for more than half a month, and her life returned to normal.

During the day, she is busy working at a technology software company in the project department. Her salary is not high; she only earns seven or eight thousand yuan a month.

I also have to work part-time at night to earn money, so I'm extremely busy and have to save money by eating and living frugally.

She had long since forgotten about that dangerous ex-boyfriend.

After receiving the 20,000 yuan she transferred, her uncle, Lin Chang'an, immediately called her, his voice sounding very tired.

"Qianqian, you and Xiaoze have worked so hard. I'm sorry, it's my fault... I trusted the wrong person and dragged you down."

Lin Chang'an used to run a food company, but last year, he was betrayed by his most trusted brother. After that, his company was inexplicably targeted and went bankrupt, leaving him with a huge debt.

He couldn't understand why, after a lifetime of good deeds and virtuous conduct, he had offended so many people who disliked him.

Lin Qian shook her head. "Uncle, my mother passed away when I was very young, and my father abandoned me to marry someone else and have children. It was you and Aunt who raised me. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to go to school. You are the closest person to me. We share both good times and bad."

She then asked, "Uncle, how much money do we still owe this month? Maybe I should take another part-time job."

"We still owe more than 20,000," the uncle hesitated, "Qianqian, you and Xiaoze shouldn't push yourselves too hard. I... I'll borrow some more from our old junior high classmates, or I'll ask our old neighbors..."

But borrowing money is never that easy, especially from someone you haven't been in contact with for so many years.

Lin Qian chatted for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone and browsed part-time job websites with a heavy heart.

I just happened to see this on my WeChat Moments; someone posted a part-time job ad about half an hour ago.

"【Halfway Island】Nighttime venue seeking Western musical instrument performers: Female only, Bachelor's degree or above, 20-30 years old, good appearance preferred, those with professional performance certificates preferred."

Two thousand yuan a night, excluding commission.

If you go for a week, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan.

Lin Qian stared at this post on her WeChat Moments for a very long time before sending a private message to this female classmate from university.

The female classmate quickly called her, confidently stating:

"Qianqian, your appearance is a perfect match, and you even have a top-level violin certificate, so you're totally qualified! I'll push you in right away! That way you get paid, and I get a referral commission—isn't that awesome?"

Lin Qian hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Aren't the nighttime entertainment venues around here chaotic?"

Female student: "Oh, believe me, this is Half Creek Island, the security is excellent. And I've been working here part-time for two months, nothing's happened, and I'm making a ton of money. Isn't that better than being a cheap, miserable laborer in a factory?"

Lin Qian was still worried: "Won't the client take advantage of me?"

"Of course not! We only sell our art, not our bodies. People who sell their bodies for much more than this, but I still have some integrity, haha."

The female classmate kindly advised, "They're rich, they just like to show off and act sophisticated. A little artistic 'enlightenment' might just make them give you a few thousand dollars if they're in a good mood. These days, people laugh at poverty but not prostitution. What does a little face matter as long as you can make money!"

Lin Qian remained silent for a long time, then recalled the time when her uncle held her hand when she was a child.

"Qianqian, are you coming with your uncle?"

At the parent-teacher conference, other classmates mocked her for not having parents, but her uncle rushed over to support her and protect her.

He said that as long as his uncle is around, no one can bully you.

Lin Qian rubbed her sore eyes and took a deep breath.

Forced by circumstances, she finally lowered her head and whispered her agreement:

"Okay, then I'll go for the interview tonight."