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

As the sports car drove all the way to He Yining’s doorstep, Ming Sian once again marveled at the woman’s wealth.

To own a villa in Hong Kong, one probably couldn’t do it without assets totaling a billion. The villa in front of her was one of the smaller ones; the layout likely consisted of a living room and kitchen on the first floor, with bedrooms and a study on the second.

From the original host’s memory, she knew that the villas here started at 500 million at their cheapest.

Unless one won the lottery, it was difficult for an ordinary person to own a villa here.

He Yining sat in the passenger seat, showing no intention of getting out immediately. “You can drive the car back and bring it to the company tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t easy to catch a taxi around here; Ming Sian saw no need to exhaust her legs walking back, as that would likely take until midnight.

Seeing He Yining push open the courtyard gate to enter, Ming Sian suddenly rolled down the car window. “He Yining…”

She had said some unpleasant things earlier. Even if it was to provoke He Yining, in this world, an Alpha saying such things to an Omega was enough to warrant a slap—even if, in the end, she hadn’t been bold enough to finish the sentence.

He Yining’s figure froze for a moment. She stepped into the courtyard and closed the gate, cutting off Ming Sian’s view and giving her no chance to continue speaking.

What Ming Sian didn’t hear was He Yining’s indifferent comment as she closed the door: “Idiot.”

Ming Sian hit the gas and left the villa area. Without He Yining sitting beside her, her thoughts became much clearer.

If it were just because of the contract, there was no need for a test involving a fake heat cycle.

Could He Yining have already awakened to the plot? It didn’t seem likely; the timing wasn’t right yet.

The awakened He Yining would detest her, but the current He Yining allowed her touch—when injecting the suppressant, they had been very close—and even allowed her to act as a driver.

If someone really hated another person, they would never let that person touch them or get into their car; it would be best for both parties to keep their distance.

Testing and utilization!

Ming Sian reached this conclusion. Therefore, she just needed to continue acting according to her plan, moving in the opposite direction of the persona the original host had established. This time, surely He Yining wouldn’t choose her again.

The best thing would be to earn enough money to terminate the contract with Anning Law Firm; then she could make any choice she wanted.

What she needed to do now was leave Hong Kong before He Yining awakened to the plot. Even if she couldn’t leave in the short term, she had to endure for two years; after two years, she could return to the mainland to study.

Ming Sian didn’t drive He Yining’s car home. She chose to park it downstairs at the company; otherwise, driving this car there the next day might cause misunderstandings.

Leaving the company, she sent a message to her roommate: 【How did it go?】

Cheng Cheng: 【Hasn’t started yet, hurry up and come.】

It was already 9:00 PM and it hadn’t started?

Ming Sian checked the distance and decided to splurge on a taxi; fortunately, it was just the base fare away.

When she arrived at the bar, it was not yet 9:30 PM. Cheng Cheng was still sitting outside, and she wasn’t the only one interviewing.

“Ming Sian, sit here,” Cheng Cheng waved at her.

“What’s the situation?” The interview was supposed to be at 8:00 PM, and now it was 9:00 PM, yet it hadn’t begun.

Cheng Cheng whispered: “That greasy Alpha called the police. The manager went to handle it and can’t look after us for now.”

At this point, she stole a glance at the expressions of the other interviewees and lowered her voice: “He got ‘picked up’ (robbed while intoxicated). All his valuables were taken, and since the person can’t be found, he wants to blame the bar.”

The bar wouldn’t care; otherwise, it wouldn’t just be one manager handling it.

It could only be said that the greasy Alpha had made the wrong move. Regarding the drinking, someone had indeed pushed him to drink, but ultimately he was the one who picked up the glass. Since ‘The Royal’ bar dared to do it, they weren’t afraid of the consequences—provided there was evidence he was coerced.

As for him getting robbed after drinking too much, that was even less the bar’s responsibility. He had already left the premises; what happens outside the bar has nothing to do with the bar.

Two little figures appeared in Ming Sian’s mind: one was the greasy Alpha’s lawyer, and the other was the bar’s lawyer. The two debated, and no matter how they argued, the bar couldn’t lose.

Truth be told, the greasy Alpha had harassed an Omega. With so many witnesses present, he likely couldn’t escape legal accountability himself.

At around 9:30 PM, a female Alpha with ear-length short hair walked in. She was dressed in a suit with a tall, slender build—the textbook template for ‘The Royal’ bar’s recruitment criteria.

Girls over 170cm, boys over 180cm, with decent looks. One must speak either Cantonese or English. For those with exceptionally outstanding conditions, requirements could be eased.

“Exceptionally outstanding conditions” = very good-looking.

The woman spotted Ming Sian at first glance, her eyes clearly lighting up. Then she scanned the group of interviewees.

“Since you’ve come, I assume you believe you meet the conditions of ‘The Royal.’ First, line up to have your height measured. Those wearing makeup, go wash your faces. We’ll talk about the rest afterward.”

This person didn’t waste words and got straight to the point.

They actually had to remove their makeup. Ming Sian wasn’t wearing any, except for a bit of tinted lip balm, so she didn’t need to wash her face. Cheng Cheng, however, had applied light makeup for the interview.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have worn makeup.”

Nowadays, makeup wasn’t just for men, women, or ABO types; many people wore it to look better. ‘The Royal’ bar had high standards. Cheng Cheng had come prepared with makeup; she wasn’t ugly—in fact, she was quite pretty—but standing next to Ming Sian, people’s standards naturally went up.

Everyone was removing their makeup. Ming Sian was also handed a makeup removal pad. She wiped her face and showed it to the manager, who then passed by her.

Removing makeup and measuring height—if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were at an arts academy entrance exam.

One point that made ‘The Royal’ bar famous was “Beautiful Omegas and Handsome Alphas.” Their reputation was established, so subsequent recruitment had to keep up with those aesthetics. Some bar servers even went on to become celebrities. There was a saying in the industry: “You can question ‘The Royal’ bar’s high prices, but you can’t question the looks of their servers.”

In the end, nine people passed the interview, assigned to different groups. Three were in the “Playmate” group, three were first-floor servers, while Ming Sian, Cheng Cheng, and another Omega were booth servers.

Noticing the envious glances from senior employees, Ming Sian suppressed her curiosity and listened to the manager. “From now on, we are colleagues. You can call me Tommy. Now, I’ll tell you the rules. Four shifts a week, six hours per shift. It can be from 8:00 PM to 2:00 AM, or from 2:00 AM to 8:00 AM.”

“Part-time students also work four shifts a week, but four hours per shift.”

The bar’s business hours started at 9:00 PM and ended at 6:00 AM the next day. The hour before and two hours after were clearly for cleaning and preparation after the chaos.

After briefly discussing salary and commissions, they were dismissed. Work would start tomorrow, and the schedule would follow the roster after a week.

The salary was decent; part-timers could start at 8k. There might be overtime on weekends, bringing the monthly pay close to 10k. It was mainly because they didn’t require housing that they could earn this much. Employees who needed housing would have lower salaries but had to work full-time.

After Ming Sian and Cheng Cheng returned to the dorm, they looked at each other and both sighed.

“Freedom is gone from now on.” Cheng Cheng didn’t want to work, but she was also a mainland student who got into HKU because she wanted to gain Hong Kong residency for the future. Her family was middle-class, and covering her expenses in Hong Kong was quite a strain for them.

“Go wash up quickly.”

The two shared a double dormitory; each person had five square meters of private space, a seven-square-meter small living room, an open kitchen, and a shared bathroom.

Cheng Cheng nodded. “I’ll go first then.”

Ming Sian smiled and took out her phone. Opening her messages, she found that Ms. Chen had sent her many messages. Because she was on ‘Do Not Disturb,’ there had been no notifications.

She clicked in and saw that Ms. Chen had transferred 10,000 yuan to her, along with many voice messages over 50 seconds long. She casually used the voice-to-text feature.

——【An’an, don’t be angry. Mom didn’t know the cost of living in Hong Kong was so high. How about I increase your allowance to 3,000 a month? Take this 10,000 for now, and tell Mom if it’s not enough. You know Mom’s monthly salary is only 6,000, and your sister hasn’t taken the college entrance exam yet; her art classes cost a lot of money. Mom has tried her best, don’t blame Mom, okay?】

The rest was the same old talk: the family’s conditions were limited, she wanted her to work part-time and not rely entirely on the family, and it would be even better if she could supplement the family’s income.

Ms. Chen cared, but not fully. She hadn’t even self-reflected; she just wanted to pacify her. This kind of intermittent “care” was the source of the original host’s pain.

Ming Sian exited the chat. Ms. Chen was just like her own mother—someone you couldn’t purely love, but also couldn’t purely hate.

But she wasn’t the original host, and Ms. Chen wasn’t her biological mother. Regarding these statements, she remained an outsider, able to act as an observer to tease out the hidden meaning.

Whether it was Ms. Chen or her own mother, raising a child came with conditions—and they wanted to risk a little for a big gain, like using a two-dollar lottery ticket to win a jackpot worth tens of millions.

[Author’s Note]

Ming Sian: If I have to go back to Ms. Chen, I’d rather marry into He Yining’s family. If I die, I die!