“Honghong, managing these Moonlight clubs has been tough on you these years,” Mo Cinian said in a gentle tone.
As a top-tier PUA master, just a few words from him had Chen Hong completely defenseless.
Hong… Honghong?
Chen Hong, a 28-year-old mature woman who had worked at Moonlight for years, would normally scoff at such cheesy lines. But hearing them from Mo Cinian, her heart was thrown into disarray.
After all, every woman loves sweet words. No matter how cliché, if spoken by the right person, they bring joy. If the sweet words mean nothing to her, it simply means… she doesn’t love you enough.
“It’s… it’s not hard,” she said softly.
“Mm~ take care of yourself more. It would be bad if you wore yourself out~”
“Th-thank you, boss…”
Mo Cinian glanced at Chen Hong.
‘Why is she still here? Haven’t I hinted enough? Still acting like a third wheel? A tool should have the awareness of being a tool!’
…
Although Chen Hong was a bit dazed by Mo Cinian’s words, she wasn’t completely love-struck.
She quickly collected herself.
“Weiwei, you stay here and chat with the boss for a bit. Something’s come up at ‘Tianrang.’ I’ll go take a look~”
Chen Hong found an excuse and prepared to slip away.
“Sister Hong? You’re leaving… then what about me?”
The girl panicked when she saw Chen Hong getting ready to leave.
Leaving her alone with this unfamiliar boss?
Though she was naive, she wasn’t stupid!
A man and a woman alone in a room… it didn’t seem right no matter how she thought about it.
But Sister Hong didn’t give her a chance — she closed the door and left.
“Hello, boss,” Duan Weiwei said nervously, standing stiff like a school kid called into the office.
“Mm~”
Mo Cinian didn’t even look at her, continuing to sip his drink leisurely.
Whether in his past life or this one, his alcohol tolerance was insane.
2.5 kilograms of baijiu, chugging beer at will!
He once drank an entire table under — outrageous!
Seeing that Mo Cinian wasn’t paying attention to her, the girl stood obediently to the side.
Having not yet stepped into society, she didn’t know this was a very common workplace tactic.
She occasionally sneaked glances at Mo Cinian, afraid of getting caught, then shyly lowered her head.
Mo Cinian’s looks and aura were deadly to innocent girls like her.
A man drinking alone, paired with what she overheard between him and Sister Hong earlier, made her naive mind start to imagine wildly.
“Ah?? No… nothing! I was just looking around.”
“Can you sing?” Mo Cinian asked.
“Sing? I’m not good at it… completely tone-deaf!”
“Can you dance?”
“Dance… no either. Does morning exercise count?”
“…”
Alright~ a pure silly sweet female lead!
Mo Cinian glanced up and sized up this silly sweet campus belle.
Mm~ looks could score 90 points!
Slightly lower than Lin Qingqiu, but that didn’t mean Duan Weiwei was inferior.
Lin Qingqiu, born into the Lin family, even without inheritance, had the exposure. Though she didn’t wear makeup, she knew how to dress.
Duan Weiwei was different. Her family was poor, and she lived alone with her elderly grandmother.
She didn’t know how to style herself; even her hairstyle was a basic blunt fringe. As for makeup — forget it. She looked more like a high schooler than a university student.
Why would such a good girl work the front desk at Moonlight?
Simple — her grandmother was sick.
Cancer. Late-stage.
Treatment needed hundreds of thousands of yuan.
And why cancer? Well, how else could it lead to our little divine doctor stepping in?
Logically, a beauty like Duan Weiwei working at a bar would’ve lost her innocence within a week. No matter how cautious, she couldn’t outplay the pros in this scene.
But… this was just the author’s forced plot.
…
“At least you know how to drink, right?”
“Drink? I… can only drink a little!”
The girl initially wanted to say she couldn’t, but thought better of it — she couldn’t risk losing this 2,000 yuan per night job.
“Then drink this glass.”
Mo Cinian, of course, wouldn’t go easy on her and slowly revealed his big villain aura.
“Ah??? This glass?”
Duan Weiwei turned pale.
Mo Cinian’s glass was brandy — strong liquor, around 40% alcohol.
If she drank it all… she would definitely get drunk.
She didn’t want to get drunk. She couldn’t get drunk!
“B-boss, I have to go back to the hospital tonight. If I get drunk… there’ll be no one to take care of my grandmother.”
The girl’s face showed difficulty, hoping to gain sympathy by showing weakness.
“Then just one sip.”
Aim for the top and settle for the middle. If you aim low, you get nothing.
One sip?
From a whole glass to just a sip!
Still hesitant, Duan Weiwei bit her lip and nodded.
She raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip.
A faint fruity fragrance with a hint of sweetness — followed quickly by a burning sensation.
“Cough, cough…”
After putting down the glass, she glanced at Mo Cinian.
This silly sweet campus belle had clearly low alcohol tolerance — just a sip and her cheeks flushed red.
“Mm! Your name’s Weiwei, right? Full name?”
“Duan… Duan Weiwei!”
“My surname is Mo, Mo Cinian.”
Mo Cinian started warming up to this female lead.
Under the tactics of a conversation master, and with a bit of alcohol, the girl couldn’t hide her secrets.
“Late-stage cancer, huh? That’s really troublesome~”
“Ughhh~ Grandma is my only family. Even if there’s only a sliver of hope, I must save her!”
“Weiwei, there’s something I’m not sure I should say. Late-stage liver cancer… it’s basically a death sentence. Everything you’re doing might be for nothing — you could end up losing both your money and your loved one. Understand?”
Mo Cinian’s words were brutally honest, striking straight at the girl’s weakest spot.
“I… I have no choice!”
Duan Weiwei broke down in tears, the Collapse Points skyrocketing.
The sadness of humans is never truly shared. Meanwhile, Mo Cinian was thoroughly enjoying himself!
Still, for humanitarian reasons, he chose to comfort the poor girl.
He moved to sit beside Duan Weiwei and patted her shoulder.
“Actually, late-stage liver cancer isn’t entirely hopeless.”
“I have a friend…”