The job at the coffee shop was lost over a single cup of coffee.
And now, the job at Golden Age was gone as well.
Walking alone on the tree-lined path in the early morning, Qin Yuji’s mood couldn’t get any better; it was especially heavy.
She had to hurry and find part-time work.
After rushing around all day, Qin Yuji returned to her rented room, her legs aching as if weighed down by lead, but at least there was some gain to the day.
Starting tomorrow, she’d serve as a waitress at the Western restaurant by day and play the guzheng at the teahouse by night.
With a month’s effort, if nothing unexpected happened, she could earn six thousand yuan.
The tuition and living expenses for the new school year would then be covered.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Qin Yuji took out a box of instant noodles from the drawer, cooked it, ate, then simply washed up and went to bed.
Chi Jingxuan couldn’t sleep.
Even though she had only stayed in the villa for three nights, he felt as if the air was filled with her sweet and warm scent, an addictive enjoyment for him.
At the moment, the villa felt empty without her, its vastness unbearably cold and quiet.
Tossing and turning on the master bedroom’s bed and still unable to sleep, Chi Jingxuan irritably moved to the guest room.
Her lingering fragrance on the quilt acted like the best sleeping pill, and at some point, Chi Jingxuan drifted off to sleep.
The next afternoon, Chi Jingxuan visited Fleeting Years.
After his coffee was served, he learned that Qin Yuji had long been fired; looking at the latte beside him, he felt it tasteless and unhesitatingly got up and left.
His mind was elsewhere all afternoon.
Five thousand yuan was less than what he’d spend on a single drink, but for a university student like Qin Yuji who hadn’t even graduated, it was at least the earnings of two part-time jobs.
That damned woman, she wouldn’t have gone back to some nightclub, would she?
Chi Jingxuan was somewhat annoyed.
After leaving Dijing Group, Chi Jingxuan went to Golden Age.
As expected, Qin Yuji was nowhere to be found.
But Chi Jingxuan’s mood worsened.
In the vast M City, there might not be many nightclubs like Golden Age, but places of flashy entertainment were plentiful, at least eight hundred if not a thousand.
Imagining Qin Yuji being hassled by others, Chi Jingxuan’s expression grew even darker.
Ah Cheng noticed, stepped out of the private room to make a call, then came back and whispered to Chi Jingxuan, “Young Master, Ms.
Qin is at the Heavenly Teahouse in Xicheng.”
Raising an eyebrow, Chi Jingxuan gave Ah Cheng a sidelong glance, “Nosy…”
He then got up and left Golden Age.
Ah Cheng scratched his head and followed him out with a foolish grin.
Half an hour later, the Bentley stopped in front of Heavenly Teahouse.
The teahouse was meticulously decorated and atmospheric, with pavilions, towers, rockeries, and streams that immediately caught the eye, clearing half of the day’s irritations away.
Choosing a refined seat on the second-floor balcony, as the elegant sound of the guqin began to play, Chi Jingxuan glanced down to spot Qin Yuji sitting behind a zither table in front of a rockery.
With a tranquil face and focused expression, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on her lips, she radiated a detached beauty against her surroundings, as if existing separately from the world.
The day’s restlessness settled with the sound of her music, and before Chi Jingxuan’s heart returned to its place, he caught sight of someone bringing flowers to Qin Yuji.
With a particularly sincere attitude, the man put down the flowers, nodded with a smile to Qin Yuji, and pointed to a corner in the hall, seemingly telling her he was sitting there and inviting her to have tea with him later.
That damned woman, how does she attract so much unwanted attention wherever she goes?
Chi Jingxuan’s expression turned sour, and Ah Cheng, knowing full well, went downstairs.