After the Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Paranoid Female Lead - Chapter 10

If it was just about the contract, there was no need for He Yiling to fake her estrus period to trick her. This was the part that didn’t make sense.

The sports car drove all the way to He Yiling’s house, and Ming Si’an was once again amazed by how much money the woman had.

Owning a villa in Hong Kong would probably cost at least a billion in assets. The villa in front of her was one of the smaller ones, and the layout was probably a living room and kitchen on the first floor, and a bedroom and study on the second.

According to the original character’s memory, the cheapest villas here started at 500 million.

Unless you won the lottery, it would be very difficult for a regular person to own a villa here.

He Yiling sat in the passenger seat and didn’t seem to want to get out of the car. “You can drive the car back and take it to the office tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t easy to get a taxi here, so Ming Si’an wasn’t going to tire herself out by walking back. That would probably take her until midnight.

Just as He Yiling was about to open the gate and go inside, Ming Si’an suddenly rolled down the window. “He Yiling…”

She had said some bad things earlier, even though it was to provoke He Yiling. In this world, an Alpha saying those things to an Omega could be grounds for getting slapped. Even so, she hadn’t managed to say the worst of it.

He Yiling stopped for a moment, then walked into the yard and closed the gate, cutting off Ming Si’an’s view and not giving her a chance to continue speaking.

What she didn’t hear was He Yiling’s indifferent comment as she closed the gate: “Idiot.”

Ming Si’an drove out of the gated community. Without He Yiling sitting next to her, her thoughts became much clearer.

If it was just about the contract, there was no need for the test of a fake estrus period.

Could He Yiling have already awakened to the plot? It didn’t seem likely, and the timing wasn’t right.

The He Yiling who had awakened to the plot hated her, but the current He Yiling allowed her to touch her, was okay with her driving her car, and allowed her to get close to her when she gave her the inhibitor.

If she truly hated someone, she would never let them touch her or get into her car. It was better for them to keep their distance.

She was testing and using her!

Ming Si’an came to this conclusion. So she would just continue with her plan. She would do the opposite of the original character’s persona. This time, He Yiling wouldn’t choose her again.

It would be best if she could earn enough money to terminate her contract with Anling Law Firm. Then she would be free to make her own choices.

What she had to do now was to leave Hong Kong before He Yiling awakened to the plot. Even if she couldn’t leave right away, she had to last two years. In two years, she could go back to the mainland to study.

Ming Si’an didn’t drive He Yiling’s car all the way home. She decided to park it near the company building. Otherwise, driving it to work the next day would cause a lot of misunderstandings.

As she left the company, she sent a message to her roommate: [How did it go?]

Cheng Cheng: [It hasn’t started yet. Hurry and come.]

It was already 9 p.m. and it hadn’t started yet?

Ming Si’an looked up the distance and decided to take an expensive taxi. Luckily, the base fare was enough to get her there.

She arrived at the bar just before 9 p.m. Cheng Cheng was still sitting outside, and she wasn’t the only one waiting for an interview.

“Ming Si’an, sit here.” Cheng Cheng waved at her.

“What’s going on?” She had been told the interview was at 8 p.m., but it was already 9 p.m., and it hadn’t started yet.

Cheng Cheng whispered, “That oily Alpha called the police. The manager is dealing with it and can’t get to us yet.”

As she said this, she secretly glanced at the expressions of the other people waiting for an interview and lowered her voice. “He was taken advantage of while drunk. All his valuables were taken, and he couldn’t find the person, so he wanted to blame the bar.”

The bar wouldn’t get involved. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be one manager dealing with it.

It just meant the oily Alpha had the wrong idea. It was true that someone had forced him to drink, but ultimately, he was the one who picked up the glass. Since Royal Bar dared to operate, it wasn’t afraid of the consequences, provided there was evidence of being forced.

As for the fact that he was taken advantage of while drunk, that wasn’t the bar’s responsibility. He had already left the bar. What happened outside the bar had nothing to do with the bar.

Two little figures appeared in Ming Si’an’s mind: one was the oily Alpha’s lawyer, and the other was the bar’s lawyer. The two figures had a debate, and no matter how they debated, the bar would not lose.

In all honesty, the oily Alpha had harassed an Omega. There were so many people there at the time, so he probably wouldn’t be able to escape the consequences.

Around 9:30 p.m., a female Alpha with a bob cut walked in. Dressed in a suit, her tall figure was the perfect model for the Royal Bar’s hiring requirements.

Women had to be at least 170cm tall, and men at least 180cm. They had to be good-looking and know either Hong Kong-speak or English. The requirements could be slightly relaxed for those who were exceptionally good-looking.

Exceptionally good-looking = very beautiful.

The person’s eyes lit up when she saw Ming Si’an. She then scanned the rest of the people waiting for an interview.

“Since you’re all here, I assume you believe you meet the requirements of Royal Bar. First, line up to get your height measured. Those wearing makeup should wash their faces and remove their makeup. Then we can talk about the next steps.”

The woman didn’t waste any time and got straight to the point.

She even had to remove her makeup. Ming Si’an wasn’t wearing any, just some colored lip balm, so she didn’t need to remove anything. Cheng Cheng, on the other hand, had put on light makeup for the interview.

“I should have known not to wear makeup.”

Makeup wasn’t gender or ABO specific anymore. Many people wore makeup to look good. Royal Bar had high standards. Cheng Cheng had put on makeup in advance. She wasn’t ugly; she was even pretty, but since she was next to Ming Si’an, everyone’s standards had gone up.

Everyone was removing their makeup. Ming Si’an was also given a makeup remover wipe. She wiped her face and showed it to the manager, who then passed by her.

Removing makeup and measuring height. You would think they were taking an arts entrance exam.

One of the reasons Royal Bar was so popular was because its Omegas were beautiful and its Alphas were handsome. The reputation was out, so subsequent hires had to be just as good-looking. Some of the bar’s servers even became celebrities. There was a saying in the industry: “You can question the price of Royal Bar, but you can’t question the looks of the Royal Bar servers.”

In the end, nine people passed the interview. They were assigned to different teams. Three were in the entertainment team, three were servers on the first floor, and Ming Si’an, Cheng Cheng, and another Omega were private room servers.

Noticing the envious looks from the older employees, Ming Si’an suppressed her curiosity and listened to the manager speak. “From now on, we are colleagues. You can call me Tommy. Here are the rules: four shifts a week, each shift must be at least six hours. It can be from 8 p.m. to 2 a.m., or from 2 a.m. to 8 a.m.”

“Part-time employees also have four shifts a week, but each shift must be at least four hours.”

The bar’s operating hours were from 9 p.m. to 6 a.m. the next day. The one hour before and two hours after were for cleaning and preparing the bar after all the mess.

After a brief explanation of the salary and commissions, she let them go. They would start working the next day and follow the schedule after a week.

The salary was pretty good. A part-time employee could start at 8,000, and with potential overtime on weekends, their monthly salary could reach around 10,000. The main reason they could get this much was that they didn’t need housing. Employees who were provided housing had a lower salary but had to be full-time.

After Ming Si’an and Cheng Cheng returned to their dorm, they looked at each other and sighed.

“No more freedom.” Cheng Cheng didn’t want to work, but she was also a mainland student who came to Hong Kong University because she wanted to get Hong Kong citizenship to prepare for her future. Her family was middle-class, and it was tough for them to pay for her expenses in Hong Kong.

“You should go wash up.”

They lived in a double room dorm. Each person had a five-square-meter private space, a seven-square-meter small living room, and an open kitchen. They shared a bathroom.

Cheng Cheng nodded. “I’ll go first.”

Ming Si’an smiled and took out her phone. She opened Messenger and saw that Ms. Chen had sent her many messages. Since it was on do not disturb, she hadn’t been notified.

She clicked on the chat and saw that Ms. Chen had transferred 10,000 to her and had sent many voice messages longer than 50 seconds. She casually clicked on the voice-to-text option.

[An’an, don’t be mad. Mom didn’t know Hong Kong was so expensive. How about I increase your monthly allowance to 3,000? Take this 10,000 for now, and tell me if you need more. You know Mom’s monthly salary is only 6,000. Your sister hasn’t taken her college entrance exam yet, and she needs a lot of money for her art classes. Mom has done her best. Please don’t blame me.]

The rest of the messages were the same old story: their family had limited resources. She wanted her to get a part-time job and not rely on the family completely. It would be even better if she could help with family expenses.

Ms. Chen showed she cared, but she didn’t fully care. She didn’t even reflect on herself; she just wanted to appease her. This kind of half-hearted caring was the source of the original character’s pain.

Ming Si’an clicked back to the chat list. Ms. Chen was like her own mother—you couldn’t purely love her, but you couldn’t purely hate her either.

But she wasn’t the original character, and Ms. Chen wasn’t her biological mother. She could distance herself from these messages and look at them from a third-person perspective, trying to understand the deeper meaning.

Whether it was Ms. Chen or her own mother, they were both raising children with conditions and wanted to make a small investment for a big return, like winning a jackpot of tens of millions with a two-dollar lottery ticket.

Author’s Note

Ming Si’an: If I have to go back to Ms. Chen, I’d rather marry into the He family and die.