After all, as a professional simp, he had to maintain professional standards.
Providing such high-end emotional value meant his clients would naturally be picky. If one of them found out he was serving others at the same time, they might deduct his pay. Worse, he might even lose a few clients altogether.
Wealthy people liked customization.
Shen Wanwan had customized a white moonlight.
Song Qianqian had customized a work of art with a strong tolerance for pain.
Su Junmo felt that being able to manage all of it already made him impressive enough.
Fine.
He still had not saved enough money.
He could not let any client feel it was not worth it.
Su Junmo hurried forward, took the water from Song Qianqian, and smiled. “What kind of water needs the Student Union president to deliver it personally? Is it for me?”
He subtly used his body to block Song Qianqian’s view of the car. When he reached out to take the bottle, their fingertips brushed.
Song Qianqian, who was usually expressionless, lowered her gaze slightly as she watched him take the water in a hurry.
Su Junmo’s hands were beautiful, his fingers long and slender, like jade bathed in warm sunlight.
At that moment, those elegant hands covered the back of her own.
She only had to lift her head to see the anxious look on his face. He seemed to have jogged over. He had rushed over just to see her.
Su Junmo noticed she was silent, so he smiled and wrapped an arm lightly around her shoulder, leading her in the opposite direction from the car. “That’s my good friend’s car. I ran into her on the way here, and she gave me a ride. I heard it’s some kind of limited edition, very expensive.”
There was longing and envy in his tone.
“Do you like cars?” Song Qianqian asked, smoothly shifting the topic.
“Not really. Compared to that kind of car, I prefer riding a bicycle myself. It’s good exercise.” Su Junmo thought of his wallet and answered honestly.
Song Qianqian fell into thought.
She had never paid attention to what Su Junmo liked or what hobbies he had.
Ever since she noticed the affection he had been hiding beneath his calm exterior, something in her heart had stirred.
Paying per session was too troublesome.
Before graduation, she could develop the relationship a little.
That way, she would not need to schedule every meeting. Su Junmo could come whenever she called, and they could play games a few more times each week. He would not need to pretend to be poor anymore.
He liked cycling. Then next time, she would give him that as a gift.
Shen Wanwan watched the young man run anxiously toward a pretty girl. The two of them talked and laughed. Su Junmo turned away without the slightest hesitation.
Shen Wanwan frowned. She remembered that their contract clearly stated that Su Junmo had to remain single during the contract period.
She tapped the armrest beside her seat, holding back her emotions again and again.
Until she could not endure it any longer.
Su Junmo’s phone chimed.
Under Song Qianqian’s gaze, he took it out. As expected, it was a message from Shen Wanwan.
“This is the president of our school’s Student Union. There’s a freshman welcome event today. The president asked me to come take over the shift!”
In other words, he was just a hardworking university volunteer.
The explanation was flawless.
Yet Shen Wanwan still felt uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was the sight of a boy and girl of the same age walking side by side, youthful and well-matched, that irritated her.
After all, she was already twenty-five and had been out of school for years.
In the entertainment industry, she outshone the rest, but in front of these eighteen- or nineteen-year-old college students, she no longer had that same youthful glow.
What made it worse was that her best friend, Li Suran, knew she was keeping a contract lover, and that contract lover was a male college student.
Li Suran had scolded her for being out of her mind, saying that guy was definitely after her money. She even said, so what if he was a college student? Young was young, but what if he was ugly?
Li Suran had said bluntly, “If he sits next to you, people who don’t know better might think he’s the one keeping you.”
“And if he looks like Song Yuan, that’s even worse. If he sits next to me and eats two slices of watermelon from my fruit plate, I’d call the police.”
After Li Suran met Su Junmo, she had never treated him kindly.
She was convinced he just wanted to climb the social ladder and make money. She even advised Shen Wanwan that since she was already looking, she might as well find someone even younger.
What about a high school student?
It would cost less and be less troublesome. She had even said that high school boys were supposedly as hard as diamonds.
Shen Wanwan had wanted to sew her mouth shut.
Not a single word she said was decent.
Now, seeing Su Junmo walking with someone his own age truly annoyed her.
If she was annoyed, she could make demands. After all, she was the one paying.
“Stay away from female classmates in the future.”
After sending that message, Shen Wanwan looked up and saw another scene that irritated her even more.
Two male students at the freshman reception stood up.
One of them looked especially familiar. It seemed to be her younger brother, Shen Yun.
Shen Yun, over 1.8 meters tall, even squeezed the female student beside him aside and deliberately wedged himself between the two.
His arm draped over Su Junmo’s shoulder, as if he wanted to pull him straight into his arms.
Shen Wanwan’s face darkened. She added another message.
In reality, Shen Yun was trying to separate Song Qianqian and Su Junmo. He gripped Su Junmo’s shoulder tightly, using a lot of force, and glared at him fiercely, warning him to keep his distance from Song Qianqian.
Su Junmo felt speechless. He frowned and looked at Shen Yun in confusion. “Shen Yun, why are you pinching me?”
His voice was loud enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly.
Shen Yun froze.
This was supposed to be a silent battle between two men. He had not expected Su Junmo to call him out so openly.
Brother, do you not care about a man’s pride at all?
Su Junmo truly did not care.
He had no time to play jealousy games.
If a patron wanted to experience the thrill of being fought over by two men, that would cost extra.
Song Qianqian’s gaze immediately turned stern as she looked at Shen Yun. “Shen Yun, let go.”
Shen Yun’s hand trembled as he quickly released him.
Where was the moral standard?
Where was the bottom line?
Su Junmo, that scheming male green tea.
“Sorry, President. I didn’t notice,” Shen Yun said awkwardly, trying to salvage his image.
But neither of them paid him any attention.
They had already stepped into the campus.
A classmate beside him tugged at his sleeve. “It’s not our shift yet. More students are here for consultation. Hurry up and get busy.”
Shen Yun watched their backs and felt pitiful.
At that moment, his phone rang.
He glanced down and saw it was his sister. His mood brightened a little. His sister adored him. She must be checking in on him.
“Sis, what’s up? Did you buy me new sneakers again?” Shen Yun asked cheerfully.
Shen Wanwan snapped impatiently, “Keep your distance when you’re interacting with classmates.”
“Huh?” Shen Yun did not understand.
“I mean, if you like men, I can introduce you to some. There are plenty in the entertainment industry like you. Don’t harass your classmates.”
As she spoke, Shen Wanwan was already flipping through her contacts, intending to send him a few names.
Shen Yun exploded. “When did I harass my classmates?!”
Then he froze, his brain short-circuiting. “And I don’t even like men!”