Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

A bank card was inserted into the gap between the petals.

Bai Lu took out the card.

With the card face up, she flipped it over; the back was blank, the signature area was empty.

"What is this?"

"your."

"mine?"

Bai Lu looked up at him, her face full of confusion.

Qingxiao nodded: "The password is your birthday, 0923. There's 60,000 yuan inside. Consider it a share of the profits I've made from hiring you as a free model for Taobao this past year."

The private room fell silent.

The faint sound of singing from the next private room could be heard in the KTV corridor. Someone was singing "My Good Brother," but they were off-key, and the high notes were completely broken.

At this moment, Qingxiao felt a little bit of satisfaction.

This kind of scene where they hand you a bank card, tell you the PIN, and tell you your birthday is really cool.

Although there was only a mere 60,000 yuan in the card.

Bai Lu remained silent.

She lowered her head and looked at the bank card in her hand.

Suddenly, I felt like a scene from a TV drama was playing out in my own life.

"Sixty thousand yuan."

Her voice was very soft.

"Give me back 50,000 of my debt, and what about the rest..."

Qingxiao looked at Bailu with a tender expression but did not say anything.

Bai Lu raised his head.

Her eyes gradually reddened.

She pursed her lips, biting her lower lip hard with her canine teeth.

Her fingers gripped the bank card tightly.

"Qingxiao".

Her voice had a nasal quality.

"You withdrew all the profits from your store?"

"We didn't take all of it; we kept some for future use."

Bai Lu remained silent.

She lowered her head and glanced at the bank card in her hand again.

Sixty thousand yuan.

She knew what that number meant.

It seems that ever since they were scammed out of 50,000 yuan, neither Qingxiao nor they have had a proper night's sleep.

I've been working hard to earn money, constantly racing against time.

"Qingxiao, close your eyes."

Qingxiao looked at her: "What?"

"Are you going to close it or not?"

Qingxiao closed his eyes.

There was a moment of silence in the private room.

The singing in the KTV corridor continued. After "My Good Brother" was finished, they switched to "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," with the drumbeats of the intro making a loud thumping sound.

Then he felt something, soft and gentle, land on his cheek.

It was warm, stayed for less than a second, and then left.

He opened his eyes.

Bai Lu has already taken a step back.

Her face turned from white to pink, then from pink to red, the redness spreading from her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Her eyes sparkled, as if illuminated by the colorful lights of a karaoke bar.

"This is... a reward."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of shyness.

Qingxiao felt like he was Zhu Bajie (Pigsy) at this moment, having eaten the ginseng fruit but not tasting it at all.

He couldn't help but ask, "Could the reward be... a little bigger?"

"You wish!"

Bai Lu glared at him, quickly turned around, squatted down in front of the coffee table, picked up the bucket of popcorn, hugged it to her chest, and stuffed a handful into her mouth.

He chewed with gusto, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, his eyes fixed on the fruit platter on the coffee table, not daring to look at Qingxiao.

In reality, Bai Lu's heart was pounding like a drum.

Qingxiao looked at her without saying anything.

Good food is worth waiting for; haste makes waste.

Sometimes the beauty of the process is more satisfying than the result.

Bai Lu swallowed the popcorn in his mouth and then grabbed a bottle of beer.

She tilted her head back and gulped down two large mouthfuls.

A little beer spilled from the corner of her mouth, which she wiped with the back of her hand before slamming the bottle down on the coffee table.

It seemed that only in this way could my heartbeat calm down a little.

"Sing!"

Bai Lu stood up, walked to the song selection screen, and quickly tapped the screen with his fingers.

She poked him a few times, then turned around and glanced at him.

"Are you going to drink or not? Oh... no, are you going to sing or not?"

"I'll drink first, you sing first."

Qingxiao saw through Bai Lu's guilty conscience, smiled slightly, picked up a bottle of beer, and pried it open.

Bai Lu selected a song. The intro began; it was "Aurora."

"Love is a light, so beautiful..."

She held the microphone and turned around.

"Guiding us to the future we want!"

After singing this part, Bai Lu suddenly stopped.

Huh? ? ?

Why is it love right off the bat?

This is a coincidence.

It must be a coincidence.

But, won't Qingxiao misunderstand?

Do you feel like you're confessing your feelings to him?

How can a girl confess her feelings?

Shouldn't it be the boys who confess their feelings?

Besides, if I confess my feelings to him today because he gave me money, wouldn't that seem too materialistic?

Actually, it's mainly because Qingxiao has become very appealing and attractive, and it really has nothing to do with money.

However, he certainly wouldn't think that way; he would definitely misunderstand himself.

Forget it, we can't continue singing this song. Bai Lu's face turned even redder, and she put down the microphone and sat on the sofa.

"Why did you stop singing?" Qingxiao asked, puzzled.

"I'm thirsty, let me have a few sips of wine first, you sing first..."

Shouldn't you drink water if you're thirsty?

Qingxiao smiled but remained silent; Bai Mengyan was being far too guilty.

As Bai Lu spoke, he picked up his cup and drank the wine in one gulp, trying to hide his unease and nervousness.

The two of them remained silent.

Bai Lu felt even more embarrassed, her heart started racing again, and she didn't dare to look at Qing Xiao at all.

What exactly happened today?

Bai Lu was speechless, so he quickly went up and requested the song "Invisible Wings".

This time she didn't yell; she sang earnestly, starting with "I'm strong in the midst of hesitation and loneliness," singing line by line.

When she sang the line "I finally see all my dreams blossom," her voice suddenly trembled.

The details of the past month flashed through my mind, a daily routine of two young people working tirelessly day and night.

After singing "Invisible Wings", she requested another song, "My Future Is Not a Dream".

Then there's "The First Dream".

Then there's "Running".

One song after another, all inspirational, all about dreams.

By the time she sang the fifth song, her voice was already a little hoarse.

But she's still singing.

She finally stopped singing the sixth song.

She put the microphone on the coffee table, picked up a beer bottle, took a big gulp, and then turned to look at him.

"Qingxiao".

"Um?"

"I will pay you back the 60,000 yuan."

"No need to pay it back, I already said it's a separation..."

"You have to pay it back. Dividends are for later; otherwise, I can't accept this money."

"OK."

Qingxiao was sensible and didn't insist anymore.

Whether you repay it or not, what difference does it really make?

Bai Lu then smiled with relief.

She turned around and ordered another song.

This time it's not an inspirational song.

The intro started playing, it was "Little Dimples" by JJ Lin and Charlene Choi.

She held the microphone, not looking at the screen, but at him.

"I'm still searching for someone to lean on and someone to hug..."

She sang only the first line, then gestured for Qingxiao to continue.

Qingxiao picked up the microphone.

The two stood in a KTV room, with the music video for "Little Dimples" playing on the screen, showing JJ Lin and Charlene Choi smiling in the video.

Then they continued singing along with the music.

"Your dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful features..."

"I can't sleep every night, I miss your smile..."

Bai Lu instantly became exceptionally cheerful and happy, as if he had truly returned to his home turf.

Then the two of them sang a second and a third song together, their laughter and singing echoing and flowing in the private room.