Volume 1, Chapter 44: Is the bed at home not comfortable enough? You just had to get a hotel room.

Listening to what she had to say, Fu Zhen fell silent for a moment before speaking. "Niannian, I will handle that woman properly so that you won't have any lingering discomfort about following me."

Qiao Nian安 frowned and replied, "Fu Yunzhen, I don't need you to manage your relationship with her. First, sort out the relationship between you and me. Let me make it crystal clear to you: do not waste any more time on me. You and I will never get back together!"

With that, Qiao Nian'an turned and ran toward home.

Before she even reached her doorstep, her phone rang. It was a call from the shift manager at the Galaxy Club.

"Nian'an, can you come help out? We're short-handed today."

"Sister Hong," Qiao Nian'an said, "I'm not coming. And I won't be coming here anymore in the future."

Hearing this, Sister Hong grew anxious. "Nian'an, just this once, please! We genuinely don't have enough staff, and you're the prettiest girl in the club, plus you're multi-talented and so good at improvising. Consider it a favor to Sister Hong this one time. You know as well as I do that we have a new floor manager. If my performance metrics fall short, I'll be fired. You know my husband is paralyzed in bed; if I get the chop, we won't be able to survive! Please, for the sake of the favor I did you by letting you work here part-time in the beginning, help me out this once!"

Hearing this, Qiao Nian'an remembered that one must never be ungrateful.

Back when she was searching desperately for part-time work at various clubs, no one had been willing to let her in to compete for business.

Just as she had lost all hope, while interviewing for a part-time position at the Galaxy Club, Sister Hong had accepted her. Whenever there was work, Sister Hong always thought of her, and her pay was settled immediately.

Even when she was harassed by difficult customers, Sister Hong would step in to defuse the situation.

Along her journey of working part-time, Sister Hong had helped her immensely.

Now that she heard Sister Hong pleading for her assistance, she had no choice but to go and help.

Without even stepping into her house, Qiao Nian'an simply sent a voice message to her mother and hailed a cab to the Galaxy Club.

When she arrived at the Galaxy Club, the new floor manager, dressed ostentatiously with heavy makeup, walked right up to Sister Hong. "Sister Hong, look at you, old and fading. The team you bring in has grown stale to everyone. I heard that the crown prince of the capital's elite circle, Mr. Fu, has also arrived and checked into the top-floor presidential suite. Why don't you hand this opportunity over to me? Which of the hostesses I brought isn't younger and prettier than your team?"

"Stop struggling and just take your team and leave!"

With that, the new floor manager picked the prettiest girl from her own team. "Xiaojiao, go up to the presidential suite. Make sure you serve the crown prince well!"

"Understood!" Xiaojiao beamed with joy upon being chosen and hurried upstairs.

Sister Hong's face turned dark as coal.

What on earth was this?

Stealing customers?

The top-floor presidential suite had always been under her jurisdiction.

And now, she had been beaten to the punch by the new floor manager.

Just because the woman was the manager's mistress?

Just as Sister Hong was fuming with anger, Qiao Nian'an arrived. At the same time, Xiaojiao, who had just entered the elevator, walked back out a moment later with a bitter expression.

Her exquisite makeup was ruined by tears, as if she had suffered a terrible grievance.

"What's going on?" the new floor manager asked her favorite hostess.

Xiaojiao cried silently, unable to speak, weeping continuously.

Seeing Qiao Nian'an, Sister Hong looked as though she had found her savior. She hurriedly pulled Qiao Nian'an over and said, "Nian'an, you're finally here. Go change into this uniform right now, and then head straight up to the top-floor presidential suite. Tonight, I'm counting on you to act as the presidential suite's butler and take good care of him."

Holding Qiao Nian'an's hands with reddened eyes, Sister Hong pleaded, "Nian'an, you are my ultimate trump card. Every time we have these difficult VIPs to deal with, I rely on you. You used to belong to high society yourself, so you know much better how to handle these people. Please, I'm begging you this time."

"If I lose my job at my age, I have no idea what else I can do. I can go without eating for days, but my husband needs over a hundred yuan worth of medicine every single day. If I don't work, I won't even be able to afford his medicine..."

Listening to Sister Hong, Qiao Nian'an understood her plight.

Back then, after being rejected everywhere else, Sister Hong was the only one who had given her a chance.

It was because Sister Hong had pitied her background and knew she needed to earn money to pay off debts and support her family.

They shared the same miserable fate.

"If satisfying this VIP means you won't have to worry about losing your job," Qiao Nian'an said, looking at Sister Hong, "don't worry, Sister Hong. I will take good care of that VIP."

Sister Hong looked at Qiao Nian'an with deep gratitude. As she watched her change into the butler skirt, she realized that even though the conservative uniform looked dated, worn by Qiao Nian'an in this setting, it exuded a kind of seductive, maid-like allure.

A wasp waist and full hips.

Beneath the tight-fitting skirt were a pair of straight, fair legs.

"Nian'an, you are now the dedicated butler of the presidential suite. Even if the guest falls asleep, you are not allowed to leave the suite; you must sleep in the adjoining room. Your working hours last until the distinguished guest is satisfied and departs."

Qiao Nian'an nodded. "Sister Hong, I'm heading upstairs now."

She had no idea who the VIP staying in the presidential suite was.

She just needed to fulfill her duty as a professional.

She took the elevator up to the top-floor presidential suite.

A single night here cost fifty thousand yuan.

Spending fifty thousand yuan to stay for one night?

What a lunatic.

Was the bed at home not comfortable enough?

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside. First, she began tidying up, picking up a jacket draped over the living room sofa and carrying it into the walk-in closet.

She heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Followed by the fragrance of scented shampoo.

As she was making the bed, the showering sounds in the bathroom abruptly stopped.

Qiao Nian'an sped up her movements of making the bed, though she was a bit clumsy at it.

After all, most of her part-time work involved selling alcohol, playing the piano, or playing the violin—things of that nature.

Just as the bathroom door swung open, Qiao Nian'an gave the bedsheet a sharp shake and spread it out.

Due to the momentum, she bent slightly at the waist.

Meanwhile, the man in the bathroom had only a bath towel tied around his waist.

Upon seeing someone in the room, he was about to fly into a rage.

To his surprise, what caught his eye was a slender, graceful figure with an alluring, curvaceous physique, and a pair of fair, slender legs that were utterly captivating.

Especially those full hips facing directly toward him.

Fu Yunzhen's body began to grow slightly warm.

Why did this figure look so much like Qiao Nian'an?

It burned through his rationality like a raging fire.

As Qiao Nian'an made the bed, she could distinctly feel the man's scorching gaze fixed upon her, as though trying to see right through her.

In truth, she was terrified.

If this man acted rashly, grabbing her from behind and doing something lawless, she could technically struggle.

Yet, what rested on her shoulders was Sister Hong's livelihood.

She had no idea how she should respond.

Fu Yunzhen lit a cigarette, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the woman bending over to make the bed.

He felt terribly restless, his mind racing with the thought that it would be wonderful if Qiao Nian'an were by his side.

Even if they couldn't do anything, just holding her would be nice.

He knew you couldn't have your cake and eat it too.

Just getting the sweet part was enough.

Qiao Nian'an worked with extreme caution, terrified of angering the distinguished guest.

She was also walking on thin ice, afraid of encountering some unexpected assault.

After all, the world of the wealthy was not something ordinary people could casually touch.

More importantly, ordinary people could never win against the rich.

Especially those with power and influence.

Once she finished making the bed, Qiao Nian'an straightened up, turned around, and lowered her gaze. "Good evening, sir. The bed has been made for you. I will go prepare a cup of hangover tea for you now."

Even though the man had showered, a faint aroma of mellow wine still lingered in the air.

It wasn't unpleasant, though.

Qiao Nian'an kept her head down as she stood respectfully to the side. As her words trailed off, her peripheral vision caught the man walking toward her.

What came into view was a pair of legs wrapped in a towel.

His leg hair was quite thick, growing in dark, dense patches.

Like a dark forest.

Well, thick leg hair meant strong desires.

She knew from personal experience—Fu Yunzhen was just like that.

Wait... those feet, that leg hair... it looked somewhat familiar...

Panic seized Qiao Nian'an's heart. Subconsciously, she raised her head slightly, her gaze traveling upward from his long, straight legs...