After the Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Paranoid Female Lead - Chapter 19

He Yining was overly confident. Ming Sian admitted that she was beautiful and outstanding; in terms of professional ability, she was by no means inferior to senior lawyers who had worked for seven or eight years.

Ming Sian admitted even more that if it weren’t for the shackles of fate between them, she would have been moved without hesitation—but she would have buried that attraction deep in her heart.

Setting aside their individual qualities, it was undeniable that their external circumstances were completely mismatched.

Her family wasn’t even middle-class. Even if she worked hard in the future to become a senior partner earning over a hundred million a year, some things cannot be possessed through hard work alone—that was the foundation accumulated by the He family over generations.

Class divisions in Hong Kong are severe. The Eldest Miss is a presence that does not need to bow in Hong Kong’s political or business circles; she was born with things others might never attain in a lifetime of struggle.

A wealthy socialite and a poor student?

In the novel, after the original host married into the He family, she wasn’t some invisible person; she was a toy. A toy to be humiliated and made difficult for by everyone in the He family, and she never obtained any resources. Of course, the original host deserved it—but Ming Sian didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to marry into a wealthy family. Even if joining the He family could grant her countless resources, those families aren’t charities. If she couldn’t bring them profit, why would they give her resources?

Moreover, she was unwilling to marry into the He family, unwilling to be too deeply entangled with He Yining, and even more unwilling to be a puppet.

Ming Sian’s reluctance wasn’t about gain or loss; it was simply because she was unwilling.

She didn’t see love in He Yining’s eyes. She saw only desire—aside from the desire for control, there was another layer she couldn’t quite see clearly.

After leaving Booth 066, Tommy called her to help bring drinks to Booth 001. She didn’t ask what Ming Sian was doing in 066, nor did she dare to ask. Tommy was a minor leader in the bar; to keep this job, learning to play deaf and mute was a necessity.

It was now 9:00 PM. Many guests were arriving at the bar one after another, and the shareholders of Booth 001 had also arrived.

Ming Sian, A-Wen, and Tommy brought items into the booth. Every time they entered or exited, the booth had changed. The mixologist was in place, as were the playmate atmosphere group and the DJ backup dancers; even if someone arrived early, they wouldn’t feel lonely.

Ming Sian delivered items throughout the process and discovered something interesting: three shareholders had arrived, all of whom were female Omegas.

The shareholders of The Royal are quite mysterious. she couldn’t find information about them online, only who the General Manager was—a female Omega, a very cool woman who was already in the booth at this time.

Then another person arrived, who was her acquaintance, Huo Qi.

Since Huo Qi was here, and she was He Yining’s best friend, He Yining must also be one of the shareholders.

Many people knew that The Royal had a connection with the He family; many said it was under the He family umbrella. Now it seemed it wasn’t under the He family, but perhaps just a place for these young misses to play.

The moment Ming Sian put the food down, she clearly felt an intense gaze. Could it be Huo Qi?

Although she had her mask on and her hair tied in a high ponytail, she wasn’t hard to recognize.

She thought it was Huo Qi looking at her and prayed that Team Leader Huo wouldn’t call her name. She only wanted to work part-time at the bar and didn’t want her colleagues to think she had a relationship with them.

After all, they were just superior and subordinate; she was an ordinary person, and they were destined to not be in the same circle. Outside the firm, it was best not to contact each other unless it was for work.

“You, take off the mask.”

One of the women pointed at her and suddenly spoke.

Ming Sian looked up. The woman speaking wasn’t the General Manager, but one of the shareholders.

Her face under the mask was somewhat displeased. Tommy, standing nearby, spoke up quickly: “Quickly, take off the mask.”

In truth, she didn’t think taking off the mask was a big deal, but the other party’s attitude made her feel this wasn’t a good thing.

Huo Qi, nearby, had no intention of speaking up to help her out. Instead, she had a smile all over her face and stole a glance outside the door, as if anticipating a certain scene to unfold.

Ming Sian took off her mask. At this moment, her heart was unusually calm, even though she had a premonition of what would happen next.

The moment her mask was removed, the other woman’s eyes lit up. With her youthful, heroic air, she was stunningly beautiful among so many servers and playmates. The moment the mask came off, they saw the stubbornness unique to youth in her; as it happened, they were best at crushing that very stubbornness.

They had seen many good-looking Alphas, but Ming Sian was different from those people. The clean wisdom she possessed wasn’t something just anyone had; “A mind full of poetry and books naturally radiates elegance.” Her beauty wasn’t just in her appearance but in her aura—wearing a server’s uniform, yet possessing the refined temperament of a well-read scholar.

Beauty is in the bones. Her superior bone structure and perfect facial proportions were breathtaking; her facial lines were soft and fluid, bringing to mind a gentle spring breeze at first sight—gentle and fresh.

It was precisely the tenacity and persistence revealed in her that made one want to break her spine even more and make her kneel.

“I don’t like your eyes.” The woman walked up to her. Since she was a full head shorter, she had to look up at her.

Realizing this, the woman raised an eyebrow, turned, and stood on the tea table, only satisfied when she was higher than Ming Sian.

“The more you look at me like that, the more I want to have you.”

The woman’s words made everyone bow their heads. Some were envious and jealous of Ming Sian’s “good luck”; everyone knew that being favored by these masters meant shortening one’s struggle by at least ten years.

Others felt Ming Sian was doomed; there are always those who don’t need to struggle ten years less and only want to earn the money they deserve.

Ming Sian lowered her eyes and took a deep breath, her face returning to a state of calm. “I don’t understand the guest’s meaning.”

“My surname is Gu, Gu Xing.”

“Miss Gu, I am only a server.”

She wasn’t a playmate. Even for the playmates at The Royal, it was only “playing” unless it was mutual.

But Gu Xing was a shareholder of the bar. If she took the lead in breaking the rules, no one dared to say anything.

The woman in front of her—if someone said she was a high school student, people would believe it. Her rounded oval face was very youth-extending, her baby fat hadn’t disappeared yet, and her smile was very sweet and approachable; she gave off a charming and cute feeling.

Unfortunately, it was all on the surface. One could hear from Gu Xing’s words that superficial innocence meant nothing.

Gu Xing reached out to touch Ming Sian’s face. She was about to dodge, but the booth door was pushed open. Her peripheral vision caught those familiar high heels, so she allowed Gu Xing’s hand to stroke her face.

Gu Xing was surprised she didn’t dodge. With a smile on her face, she leaned forward directly from the tea table; if Ming Sian didn’t catch her, she would certainly fall to the ground.

The distance between the two was very close—so close that Ming Sian held her breath. She didn’t like being this close to people; no matter how fragrant the scent, she disliked it at close range.

Ming Sian hesitated for a moment but still reached out to catch Gu Xing, allowing Gu Xing to fall against her. Because she stood stiffly, Gu Xing only bumped into her before being steadied.

“Miss Gu, be careful.”

“What if I’m not careful?”

Gu Xing pulled her tie out from her collar, and just like that, pulling her tie, she walked toward the sofa.

The stray hairs on Ming Sian’s forehead were messed up. However, all her attention was on the clacking of high heels; she could actually hear the anger in the sound of He Yining’s walking.

Angry? Then her goal has been achieved.

A faint smile rose at the corners of Ming Sian’s lips. As long as He Yining believed she was a “bad woman,” it would be enough.