Chapter 34: Slap (3)

"Ah," Shen Xingman sighed helplessly, "you're getting jealous, huh."

"…?" Miaomiao pursed her lips, saying insincerely, "Not at all!"

"Boss, you finally took me out; can't you speak properly?"

"…" Shen Xingman said skeptically, "I'm speaking properly."

Miaomiao: "So, will that Shen Ran live with us?"

Shen Xingman: "Um, maybe not. I went to see where she lives today; it's a bit shabby."

Miaomiao: "?"

Boss!!!

"Ah, fine, fine, we're about to arrive; let's be ladylike." Shen Xingman poked Miaomiao, "We're going to see the big boss, we must be restrained, ahem, restrained."

"..."

7 p. m., the top floor of a certain club.

This is a place where the rich unwind; even the elevator shafts are golden, and the décor and facilities are even more upscale than the place we went to last time.

Shen Xingman sighed at the glittering decadence while leading Miaomiao to a private room.

"Whoa, there are only two private rooms on this floor; that's way too lavish."

Shen Xingman: "Ah, it's just average; it's not even as big as my living room."

Miaomiao: "...", you can just brag.

The two entered a spacious corridor; their high heels made little sound on the soft floor.

Looking up, Miaomiao saw two bodyguards outside the private room, in suits and ties, looking very formal.

Shen Xingman pulled Miaomiao over.

"Miss Shen?" one of the bodyguards asked.

"Mm." At this moment, Shen Xingman had regained her usual cool composure, because the person speaking to her was neither Qiao Yun nor Miaomiao.

It was a sense of innate alienation.

"Please, come in."

The bodyguard bowed very respectfully and struck a "please" pose.

So polite.

Shen Xingman nodded, pulling the nervous Miaomiao inside.

Perhaps too coincidental, as soon as she took a step forward, someone followed right behind.

"— Hello."

The familiar voice made Shen Xingman turn her head.

And the next moment, the owner of the voice made her frown.

"Miss Jiang?"

"Mm, it's me." She nodded and gave the bodyguard a friendly smile.

Miaomiao recognized her almost instantly: "I'm done, why is she everywhere?"

"Yeah, flies come when they smell blood."

And Shen Xingman knew it was deliberate: she had someone check her itinerary, then pretended a coincidence, and used it to act pitiful, scheming, creating all sorts of topics that left her embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Assistants aren't allowed in." The bodyguard extended a hand, blocking the little girl beside her from entering.

Jiang Xiaoyan kept a smile: "Sir, my father said…"

"Assistants aren't allowed in." The bodyguard repeated, disdainfully refusing to discuss anything else.

"Sir, please hear my explanation…"

"Assistants aren't allowed in."

The bodyguard frowned, clearly impatient.

Jiang Xiaoyan, dissatisfied, pointed at Shen Xingman outside: "Then why can her assistant come in?"

"Sorry, that Miss Shen is Assistant Mo's guest."

Jiang Xiaoyan's pupils contracted at those three words; she couldn't even utter half a word.

Assistant Mo… appears to be the subordinate of the retired big shot of the Mu Family, a presence that no one in the entire wealthy circle can offend; even her father often warns her not to cross that big figure, otherwise even ten lives wouldn't be enough.

And now, an assistant of such a top‑tier hunter appears in a place like this?

The key is, he even invited Shen Xingman?!

Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't comprehend, and her mind was a swirl of emotions, both resentment and fear.

She remained silent, lifted her gaze to Shen Xingman inside.

"Bringing disgrace upon oneself."

The person sneered, gave her a lingering glance, then led the assistant away.

—It was a gaze that looked down on ants, with unabashed contempt.

Jiang Xiaoyan frowned with disgust, her pupils narrowed as if to stare a hole through that person.

"Boss, can we still succeed tonight?" Miaomiao, holding her own boss's hand, skipped cheerfully behind her.

She felt she was truly a carefree little lunatic beside Shen Xingman, though she called herself a junior assistant; in fact she lived more leisurely than Shen Xingman, like a little pig, eating, sleeping, sleeping, eating, and occasionally binge‑watching beauty dramas.

"I think it's possible." Shen Xingman nodded, leading her to the seat slowly.

"That bodyguard earlier was kind of handsome; let's go get his WeChat later."

She whispered softly beside Shen Xingman's ear.

"Miaomiao, can you stop this habit of falling in love with everyone you meet?"

"I think it can't be changed." Miaomiao nodded firmly.

""

The two whispered, and Jiang Xiaoyan happened to walk in.

"A buzzkill has arrived." Miaomiao couldn't hold back, and while she wasn't looking, she gave her a hateful glance.

"Sister Manman, what a coincidence." After Jiang Xiaoyan sat down, she smiled at her.

It's really fake.

"Let's add each other on WeChat." Jiang Xiaoyan took out her phone, wearing a smile, as if acting.

"No." Shen Xingman coldly threw two words at her, her attitude stiff and impolite.

Jiang Xiaoyan was left embarrassed on the spot, her face turning pale again and again, but under the gaze of many onlookers, she had no choice but to force a stiff smile and awkwardly put down her phone.

Does anyone dare to speak up and say something nice for this person surnamed Jiang?

No one.

Because they heard what the bodyguard said just now outside.

The person invited by Assistant Mo, do you dare to question them?

"Manman, do I seem a bit out of place?" Miaomiao asked very softly.

"You do, you seem to be the shortest among this group."

"???"

"Why do you always find a way to slight me at any moment?!"

"Just speaking the truth."

She was joking, and just as she lifted her head, she saw someone enter the private room.

Mo Jiu finally arrived, and Shen Xingman deliberately avoided looking at him, subconsciously not meeting his gaze.

Because whenever he sees Shen Xingman he gets nervous, then stammers, making it easy to say the wrong thing.

After he sat down, everyone again showered him with flattery.

In the eyes of this group, Mo Jiu is a top-tier figure; if one could get close to him, they might someday make a small name for themselves in the business world.

Even if the currying fails, the face-saving work must still be done thoroughly.

He's a big shot—who wouldn't want to curry favor upon seeing him?

But this does not include Shen Xingman.

—It's not that she stands out remarkably; it's just that right now it really isn't suitable for her to speak. Mo Jiu's dignity is still important.

"Boss, should we also try to curry favor?" Miaomiao started muttering again, "Look at that person surnamed Jiang, how eager they are."

Shen Xingman had a different opinion: "Isn't that unnecessary? What if they end up stuttering?"

Currying favor? Stuttering?

""

"Boss, don't you feel that we two are somewhat out of place now?"

Shen Xingman: "Be more confident; who said only those standing in the light are heroes?"

"Look at Jiang Xiaoyan—she usually can hold her own, but seeing the older brother, she cowers like a cockroach."

Miaomiao snorted disdainfully: "She only dares to spout off in her own little corner."