When dealing with clients, treat them like gods.
Even if the client is completely insane.
Su Junmo’s work phone rang. When he saw the name on the screen, his pupils shrank slightly. He steadied his voice before answering.
On the other end came a soft, shy female voice. “Brother Mo, I’ve finished my test paper. I want a reward.”
A photo followed. On a cute pink-and-white short skirt lay a test paper filled to the brim with writing.
The essay title read: My Domineering, Cold, and Extremely Possessive Brother.
Su Junmo cleared his throat. A deep, commanding voice that allowed no refusal echoed inside the dorm room. “You weren’t obedient. I told you to finish the math paper, and you used an essay to make up for it. And you still want a reward? Hmm?”
The sound made Song Li’s whole body go weak, as if she wanted to kneel.
And she did kneel.
She knelt on a handmade Persian carpet that cost 300,000 yuan per square meter, respectfully holding her phone. Her sweet, delicate face was flushed red.
Her cheeks were rosy, like a ripe, juicy peach. Looking at the blank math test paper in front of her, she let out a soft whimper. “Brother Mo, I was wrong. Please punish me.”
Her voice sounded timid, but if one listened carefully, there was a faint trace of longing hidden within it.
Su Junmo felt goosebumps rise all over his body.
His strong professional discipline kept his emotions in check. He gave a cold snort, his voice turning even more frigid. “Twenty strikes on your palms. Count aloud as you do it.”
He listened to the girl’s sobbing without a trace of movement on his face.
As the sound of the ruler striking flesh came through the phone, Su Junmo drifted back to the past.
He had met this client during the summer after he started university.
At the time, he worked part-time as a math tutor, teaching elementary school students every day.
Not only did he have to deal with the children’s antics, but he also had to endure their parents’ constant complaints.
Life truly felt miserable.
That day, he was already in a bad mood after work, and it started raining. His only umbrella had been torn apart by some brat.
He braved the rain, planning to return to his rented room that cost 300 yuan per month.
In a narrow alley, he was sideswiped by someone riding a motorcycle and nearly sent flying two meters.
The rider got off the motorcycle, still wearing a helmet, and grumbled, “Don’t you have eyes?”
Su Junmo had already been irritated all day and couldn’t even tell whether the rider was male or female.
He stood up from the rainwater, grabbed the person by the neck, and roared in a hoarse voice strained from teaching all day. “Do you have a death wish? Get lost!”
Then he felt the body in his grip stiffen.
He took a closer look.
A sleek black motorcycle suit wrapped around a well-proportioned figure. The neck in his hand was frighteningly slender, as if it could snap with a squeeze.
The person he held said nothing.
Slender fingers lifted the helmet, revealing a pair of light brown eyes and a pale, delicate face.
Those eyes were brimming with tears, though it was unclear whether from excitement or thrill.
Her cheeks were flushed red.
It turned out she was a girl. A cute one at that.
Su Junmo immediately let go.
Song Li collapsed onto the ground and crawled forward a few steps.
Through the hazy curtain of rain, she wrapped her arms around his left leg and stared up at him with longing.
He watched as she removed her helmet completely, letting her long hair fall loose. Her soft, tender cheek brushed against his calf as she spoke sweetly and excitedly. “Just like that… just now…”
Her voice trembled with excitement.
Su Junmo instinctively stepped back half a pace, his mind racing. Was this some kind of test sent by aliens?
Heavy rain, a cute girl on a motorcycle. The whole situation felt wrong.
He kicked her away and turned to run.
Damn it. What if she was mutated or something?
Later, he learned she wasn’t mutated. The girl simply had psychological trauma.
When she was younger, she had experienced certain unpleasant events.
Now she liked being controlled. The harsher, the better.
And Su Junmo’s behavior at that moment had made her fall for him instantly.
After running home, Su Junmo slept like the dead.
When he woke up the next morning, he almost thought everything had been a dream.
But the moment he stepped outside, he saw a luxury car parked at the entrance of the alley.
The motorcycle girl from the night before was gone. In her place stood Song Li, dressed in layers of a princess-style gown, cute and noble.
Su Junmo pretended not to see her and tried to walk past the bodyguards.
Song Li immediately ordered them to stop him and presented a contract.
She hired Su Junmo as her private tutor, the kind who forced her to study.
Su Junmo looked at the price listed in the contract and silently counted the string of zeros in his mind.
Ten thousand, one hundred thousand…
100,000 yuan per month.
A generous offer.
A private tutor?
His blank expression instantly transformed into a radiant smile.
Seeing his cheerful smile, Song Li frowned and pouted, then smacked him on the head without hesitation. “Not like that. Like yesterday!”
Su Junmo twitched the corner of his mouth. Fine. The rich really were different.
Paying money to suffer.
People like this couldn’t be reasoned with. Even if cured, they would still drool.
Back then, Su Junmo had just entered this line of work and occasionally let his professionalism slip.
When accompanying Song Li, he sometimes failed to satisfy her expectations.
Now, after nearly two years of refinement, Su Junmo could perfectly play whatever role his client desired.
His arrangement with Song Li had lasted nearly two years.
Although he was called a private tutor, he only visited her home during summer vacation to teach in person.
During the rest of the year, she demanded voice and video services.
Just like now.
Usually three times a week.
Either checking homework or assigning it.
Each session required punishment for her to feel satisfied.
Su Junmo was extremely familiar with the routine.
When dealing with wealthy people with psychological issues like Song Li, you had to indulge them.
Make them happy, and they would drop coins.
The girl on the other end was still crying.
The sound of the teaching rod cutting through the air accompanied her sobs.
Su Junmo listened calmly while skillfully opening his laptop. In the freshman group chat, he began promoting campus phone cards to incoming students.
“I’m really about to fall apart. Please get a phone card so you can help piece my shattered heart back together. XX yuan data card, campus package with 300 GB data plus 500 minutes of call time. Includes door-to-door activation service.”
His typing speed was practiced to the point of heartbreak.
Experienced seniors said that helping freshmen activate phone cards could earn over 10,000 yuan per month.
No matter how small the profit, it was still profit.
Su Junmo then smoothly posted a photo of himself.
In the picture, the casually dressed young man stood beneath the camphor trees on campus. He had a tall, slender figure, handsome features, and slightly narrowed eyes that gave him a clear, youthful aura.
As soon as the photo was sent, the previously silent group chat exploded with activity.
“Senior, door-to-door activation? Is it what I’m imagining?”
“For real? Brother, I’ll get ten cards! I’m a shy athletic guy. Whether I need the card isn’t important. I mainly want Brother to come admire my muscles!”
“I don’t even want to expose you upstairs! Ugh ugh ugh…”
The group became lively in an instant.
Suddenly, the student union president tagged Su Junmo. “No advertisements in the freshman group. Come to the Student Union President’s office tomorrow morning.”
With that single message, the entire chat fell silent.
They had all heard of the student union president. Song Qianqian was cold, ruthless, and strictly business. She was nicknamed the Jade-Faced Killer.
This handsome senior was in trouble.
Su Junmo lazily typed the number 1.
Then he sent another message. Received.
On Song Li’s side, the session had ended. The girl was still sobbing softly, like a kitten that hadn’t been weaned.
She sent a photo of her red and swollen palm.
Along with a selfie in a pink JK uniform. “Brother Mo, my hand is swollen. Blow on it…”
Su Junmo ignored that message.
They were in an employment relationship, not dating.
It seemed necessary to remind Miss Song Li of that.
Otherwise, their arrangement would end here.
Making money was one thing. Playing with feelings was another.