Chapter 892: Her period has come, Bureau Chief Zheng's anger has subsided!

Su Qianqian lowered her head nervously, those tears falling from fear truly couldn't be held back.

But she didn't dare to cry out loud.

Others work-study to earn extra cash, claiming they have an ill father at home, which might be false, but her situation is truly real.

Others in college receive living expenses from their families.

But for her college, she not only needs to solve her own living expenses, but also needs to find a way to scrape together money to buy medicine for her bedridden father to prolong his life.

Her father was a migrant worker, previously working at Cloud Peak Mountain Villa.

Later, unfortunately, a falling threaded steel bar from high altitude pierced his kidney; he still lies in the hospital. He has been there for over three months, waiting for money to get a kidney transplant.

Her father's injury counts as an occupational injury.

She once sought compensation from the Zhao Group, but the Zhao Group said the project was outsourced, unrelated to them, telling her to go to Huang Engineering Company. Later she found Huang Jintang of Huang Engineering Company, who said her father wasn't a company employee but a casual worker hired by a subcontractor, telling her to find that subcontractor.

She went to look for that subcontractor, only to learn he had fled on the day of the accident.

The final result was:

The person was seriously injured in the hospital; not only did she not get a cent of workers' compensation, but also the wages her father earned hard over half a year were gone, all taken by the subcontractor who fled.

Later she was left with no choice.

She needed money for her studies and her father's hospital treatment, so she had to accept Huang Jingrong's "kind" arrangement to work part-time at a billiards club.

Little did she know this was also a den of wolves!

The reason Huang Jingrong showed her this "kind" care, giving her a chance to earn money, was because she was beautiful and well-built, intending to present her as a gift to an official.

Afraid of angering this wealthy and powerful scumbag before her.

Su Qianqian didn't dare lift her head, neither daring to look at Zheng Congwen's narrow-eyed gaze nor at Huang Jingrong's shameless face, her mind full of what to do now.

Again Huang Jingrong's scolding voice came from beside her:

"Why are you crying? Have I mistreated you?! I pay you eight thousand a month, letting you serve tea and water and rack up balls, what more could you be dissatisfied with?! Now I'm letting you play ball with Bureau Chief Zheng, and you dare to give me attitude?!"

"!!!"

Su Qianqian was like a frightened little rabbit.

Her voice was weak as a mosquito: "I... I'm just a ball rack setter, I don't know how to play..."

"You can learn if you can't play!" Huang Jingrong glared at her: "Bureau Chief Zheng will teach you personally—that's your blessing! Do you know how many people want to cozy up to Bureau Chief Zheng but can't?"

"!!!"

Su Qianqian's tears were like a bursting flood.

She wanted to argue but had no words!

Huang Jingrong suddenly softened his tone.

He patiently urged her: "I arranged this for your own good. You need money for school, your father needs money for a kidney transplant. If you rely only on that dead-end salary, your father will never get a transplant in his lifetime. These days, to make big money you need the courage to risk everything. If you can win over Bureau Chief Zheng, who would dare look down on you later?"

Such a "great opportunity" placed on some vain girls might move their hearts.

But Su Qianqian is not that kind of person.

From childhood she loved memorizing poetry, reading novels, practicing calligraphy; in college she majored in Chinese language and literature, especially fond of classical Chinese literature.

One could say her soul was nurtured by the scent of ink.

From the "Reeds lush and green" of the Book of Songs to the "The road is long and far" of Songs of Chu; from the High Tang vigor of Li and Du to the unconstrained grandeur of Su and Xin; from the worldly sentiments of Ming-Qing novels to the human reflections of modern literature; these words have long seeped into her marrow and become one with her.

This immersion gave her an inner and outer warmth.

When faced with injustice, she wouldn't retort angrily; even if her dignity was insulted, she would only silently shed tears.

Let her go sell her soul and body.

That she could never do.

She summoned courage and stole a glance.

That Bureau Chief Zheng sat in a massage chair, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, wearing a half-smile, seemingly certain that someone like her would surely compromise.

That lewd, shameless gaze made her nauseated to the extreme.

Recalling those heroic women in history, Su Qianqian felt a surge of strength, feeling that after soaking in the sea of books for years she shouldn't live like a useless nobody!

Think back then:

Cai Wenji was captured by the Xiongnu, in dire straits yet always maintained the integrity of a Han woman; later Cao Cao ransomed her with great wealth, leaving a timeless tale.

Su Qianqian doesn't seek a legendary life like Cai Wenji's, only asking for a clear conscience.

Again recalling her father's bedside admonition: "Miss, a person needs backbone. Dad's life will last as long as it can; if it can't hold, so be it. You must never, for money, do something disgraceful."

Her father's words struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

She bit her lip, her mind racing to devise a plan.

Direct refusal? Won't work!

The two shameless men before her, one with money, the other with power.

She's a poor student with no backing or background; what could she use to oppose them? Refuse them one second and maybe the next she'd be forcibly controlled!

She pondered silently for a moment.

Su Qianqian lifted her head, tears still swirling in her eyes, but her voice steadied: "Boss Huang, I... I want to use the restroom first..."

"To the restroom?"

Huang Jingrong stared for a moment, then impatiently waved his hand: "Go quick, come back quick, don't delay Bureau Chief Zheng's time."

"Mm."

Su Qianqian nodded, turned and walked out.

Afraid of giving herself away, her steps were unhurried; but once out of sight of Huang Jingrong and company, she immediately quickened her pace, turning down the corridor, heading straight for the fire escape, slipping out the back door.

As she went downstairs, her legs were trembling.

At the moment she burst out of the club's doors, she nervously glanced back. Seeing no one pursuing, she leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

The night wind blew in, cool and chilly, and the sweat on her back had soaked through her clothes.

She hailed a taxi, gave the school's address. The car drove into the night, she leaned back in the seat, tears streaming down.

But she knew in her heart that tonight's escape meant she could never return to the pool club.

Her father's medical expenses had become a problem again.

……

Inside the pool club.

Huang Jinrong waited over ten minutes, not seeing Su Qianqian return, he went himself to check the restroom, which was empty, no one there.

"Damn it!"

Huang Jinrong hastily pulled out his phone to call, only to find Su Qianqian had turned off her phone; he couldn't help cursing again: "You ungrateful bitch!"

Returning to the pool hall, faced with Zheng Congwen waiting for a beauty to serve him, Huang Jinrong was at a loss.

Huang Jinrong decided on Rongshen.

Forcing a smile, he said: "Director Zheng, my cousin… today, just as luck would have it, her period came unexpectedly; could we… postpone the lesson to another day?"

"Really that coincidental?"

Zheng Congwen looked at Huang Jinrong with deep meaning.

Seeing the truth already exposed, Huang Jinrong reluctantly made a promise: "Director Zheng, don't be angry. This schoolgirl is a bit naïve; I'll surely educate her properly. I guarantee that within three days I'll have her willingly come to tutor your second son."

"Manager Huang, I'm not saying you…"

Zheng Congwen stubbed out his cigarette butt hard in the ashtray.

He lifted his head and gave a deathly stare: "If you can't even handle your own cousin, how can I trust you to handle that lawsuit on your hands?"

"!!!"

Huang Jinrong's face turned pale in an instant.

He steadied himself for a moment.

Huang Jinrong again steeled himself and promised: "Director Zheng, rest assured, I have experience with lawsuits. Dragging it out for a month or two is no problem. I guarantee I'll turn Lin Dongfan's military order into a death charm."

Hearing this, Zheng Congwen finally showed a hint of a smile.

He stood up and patted Huang Jinrong on the shoulder: "Alright, I'll wait for your news."

"Please rest assured, Director Zheng, whether it's about my cousin or the lawsuit, I guarantee I'll give you a satisfactory answer." Huang Jinrong flattered Zheng Congwen carefully, not daring to be the slightest negligent.