Lin Yixun straightened her back and turned to leave.
Old He sighed helplessly, returned to the car, and relayed Lin Yixun's words verbatim to Leng Yixiu.
The man stared at the slender figure in the night for a long while, then his thin lips parted slightly, "Follow her."
The Ferrari tailed Lin Yixun, passing 20 stops, and finally stopped at the entrance of a dilapidated neighborhood.
Leng Yixiu glanced lightly at the neighborhood in front of him. There was no gate and no security guard. The buildings inside were mottled and rundown, clearly aged.
Seeing the man's cold expression, Old He cautiously said, "Boss, look at that wall, it's cracked. This neighborhood is at least thirty or forty years old. There's not even a security guard. Miss Lin living here might not be too safe."
"Whether she's safe or not has nothing to do with me."
Nothing to do with him?
Old He widened his eyes, unable to gauge what the big boss really thought. If it had nothing to do with him, why would he travel all the way from A City?
Could it be just to witness how miserable Miss Lin's life was with his own eyes?
This...
The man withdrew his gaze from the distance, leaned back on the leather seat, and rubbed his temples vigorously, "Back to the hotel."
...
Compared to before, Lin Yixun left work a bit earlier today, and when she got home, the sky had not yet brightened. Seeing her return early, Lin's mother was somewhat surprised. Lin Yixun responded vaguely and went into her bedroom.
She opened her handbag, inside was a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills. Lin Yixun counted them, there was a full ten thousand yuan. This was her earnings for one night, more than she used to make in a month. Lin Yixun was a bit dazed, and couldn't help but think of the manager's words.
"Yixun, I think you have a talent for dancing. Why don't you stop selling drinks and just dance with AXing?"
"It's actually quite simple, you just need to show your face on stage, and you'll get stacks of cash. The young masters who come to Nightshade have plenty of money to spend. Here's the deal, we split the takings: three to Nightshade, and seven for you?"
"I know about your family situation. Your mother needs money, right? Don't worry, as long as you're willing to be a dancer at Nightshade, you'll never have to worry about money again."
Lin Yixun stared at the bills in front of her, her fingers jerking back as if burned.
No, she couldn't!
The cost of becoming a dancer was not as simple as the manager made it out to be.
At Nightshade, few dancers remained clean. Even if they initially just wanted to earn money by dancing, eventually, under the temptation of money and the pressure of power, they couldn't get out unscathed.
No matter how difficult life became, Lin Yixun wouldn't take that path.
Lin Yixun put the money away, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. Leng Yixiu's cold figure appeared in her mind.
The words Old He relayed to her struck her heart like a heavy hammer.
She lifted the corners of her mouth in a mocking smile. Leng Yixiu thought Nightshade wasn't suitable for her, so what place was suitable for her? He had blocked all her retreats. Did he really want to drive her to despair?
Lin Yixun abruptly closed her eyes, her heart sinking bit by bit.
He was capable of it. All along, he had never shown her any mercy!
Lin Yixun's premonition was right. In the evening, when she arrived at Nightshade, the manager called her into the office. Waiting for her was a resignation notice. The predicted thing arrived as scheduled, Lin Yixun remained remarkably calm. But she still needed to confirm.
"Why?"