"Chuwei, are you alright?"
Lin Jingjing walked into the bathroom and asked Song Chuwei, who was standing in front of the sink, worriedly.
Song Chuwei was dressed in waiter uniform, and a big red handprint could be seen on her delicate face. Just now, she was slapped hard by a drunk and barbaric guest, just because she refused to drink again after a few drinks. She accidentally poured the wine on the guest, and the guest beat her in anger and said that he was going to complain about her.
Song Chuwei wiped her face and looked at Lin Jingjing, "I'm fine."
Such things were common in the service industry. They could only endure it and dared not to go against the customers. Lin Jingjing walked to her and looked at her face, which was red with pain, and said, "It's good that you're all right."
At the same time, Hongjie came in with an angry look. "What are you doing here? Don't you need to do anything?"
She roared so loud that the whole bathroom was filled with her voice.
Lin Jingjing looked back over her shoulder at Hongjie's fierce look and rolled her eyes in the bottom of her heart. However, she could not offend Hongjie, who had been much valued by Mr. Lai recently, so she could only go out.
In the bathroom, only the two of them were left. Hongjie stared at Song Chuwei with a poker face, crossed her arms in front of her chest, strode over, and glanced at Song Chuwei in the mirror, "Mr. Wang said that he doesn't want to see you again."
Song Chuwei paused for a moment, and looked up at Hongjie. "And then? Am I fired?"
Hongjie looked at her fingers and nodded.
Song Chuwei said disapprovingly, "For what? It's unfair that you blame me for Mr. Wang's drunken madness."
Hongjie disliked Song Chuwei because Song Chuwei was more capable than her. In addition, Mr. Lai intended to promote Song Chuwei to the administrative department to be the head of department, which was higher-level than her, so Hongjie took the opportunity to fire her. Her intention was that obvious.
Hongjie smiled coldly and raised her eyelids, "Mr. Wang is a frequent guest at our hotel. It is said that he is also Mr. Shen's friend. Luckily, he reported to me this time. If he reports to Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen will definitely blame me for losing his face."
"..." Song Chuwei looked her in the eye.
"Besides, I quit you because of hotel image considerations. I'm giving you another chance to start your new journey. You should thank me."
"I think you are doing it out of selfishness." Song Chuwei exposed her lie, and then strode out of the bathroom with the purse in her hand. However, she bumped into someone at the corner.
A faint smell of tobacco came to her nose. She looked up and saw a familiar face in front of her. Was she drunk or knocked out? Why would she see him here?
When Shen Haoran saw her, he could not help but frown. A trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
"Song Chuwei, you don't have to come to work in the afternoon. You can claim your wages at the Finance Department tomorrow." Hongjie came over. When she saw Shen Haoran, she was first stunned and then said, "Shen, Mr. Shen!"
Mr. Shen? Was he the owner of Nanhua Hotel? When she heard that the president of the hotel was surnamed Shen before, she was shocked. The first person she came across was him. But on second thought, there were so many people surnamed Shen in the world. It was not necessarily him, so she did not pay much attention to it then. If she had not seen him today, she did not expect that they would meet in this way after so many years.
Feeling a little embarrassed and also aware of something, Song Chuwei suddenly came to her senses, pushed him away, and walked away.
Rather than just walked away, it was better to say that she ran away in a flurry.
Shen Haoran looked at her receding figure and asked Hongjie, "Is she the waiter of our hotel?"
"She," Hongjie smiled and answered, "She is no longer our waiter now. She resigned and said that she had just found a better job."
A better job? Being reduced to this state, what kind of better job could she have? Shen Haoran sneered from the bottom of his heart. He did not say anything and left.
Song Chuwei ran to the locker room, panting, as if in a trance. She still felt unreal, and pinched her own thigh. Ouch, it was painful.
He must be very happy to see her like this!
Or, it had nothing to do with him.
They had broken up for so many years. They could only be strangers when they met again. Besides, it was she who hurt him that year. She was the one who had done wrong. How could she ask him to pay attention to her?
That was impossible.
Song Chuwei took a deep breath and left him behind her head. Then, she packed up and left the hotel.
When there was a will, there was a way. Song Chuwei needed not to be afraid.
Out of the hotel, Lin Jingjing chased after her. Everyone in the hotel knew that she had been fired, and they were all angry about it. Song Chuwei smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm taking this opportunity to have a good rest. I haven't had my holiday for a long time."
Song Chuwei looked calm, but she was actually a little down. However, she did not show it on her face because she did not want the others to see her fragile side.
The moment she thought she could have a good rest, she suddenly received a call from the hospital, saying that her mother had been injured in the head by her father and had fallen unconscious. The doctor said that she needed an operation, otherwise, her life would be in danger, and the cost of the operation was 100,000 dollars.
As soon as Song Chuwei was fired, she received such a terrible news, it really left her in a mess for a while.
In order to raise money, she not only asked for her relatives and friends' help, but also for her ex-husband's help. However, it was all in vain.
All of a sudden, Yang Yuting, her ex-husband's lover, came to her and gave her a card, introducing her to work in a nightclub.
Although she was just kicking Song Chuwei when she was down, it was also a good chance to make some quick money.
Before she could think about it, Song Chuwei found Yingjie on the card. With her introduction, she was accepted by the Emperor Clubhouse.
In the dressing room, different kind of ladies changed their clothes busily, put on makeup, and walked in and out in gorgeous dresses...
Song Chuwei sat in front of the dressing table, feeling very nervous. After all, it was her first time.
"I heard that Mr. Shen is here. He was in the VIP room No. 5 now!"
"Really? If only he chose me tonight... Last time, Li Qian just accompanied him to drink and chat, and she had gotten a generous tip of a few thousands dollars!"
"It's said that thirty percent of it depends on appearance and seventy percent of it depends on your attire. However, not everyone has this kind of luck, and not everyone can be chosen by him..."
"... "
Mr. Shen? Surnamed Shen?
Could it be him again? No, it could not be. There were so many people surnamed Shen. It could not be such a coincidence.
Everything happened by chance.
Under the leadership of Yingjie, Song Chuwei entered VIP room 5 with the same ladies. She was surprised to see Shen Haoran sitting on the sofa.
Shen Haoran was initially startled when he saw her. His brows were quietly knit together. Was this the better job that she had spoken of?
He sneered in the bottom of his heart. At first, he thought that the waiter job would be the worst one for her, but he did not expect that she would fall into such a situation. Was this the so-called karma for her?
Yingjie greeted the guests, and then asked them to introduce herself. It was Song Chuwei's turn. She was very nervous, "I, I'm Xuelan."
Entering such a place, she could not use her real name, so Yingjie got her a nickname called Xuelan, saying that it suited her well. However, she did not think so. It was just a nickname. She did not care much about it.
After the introduction, Song Chuwei lowered her head and panicked. She clenched her skirt tightly. She could not wait to finish it quickly and leave the room.
Shen Haoran picked up a glass of whiskey in front of him, shook it gently, raised his glass, and took a sip. He once again glanced at the woman standing in the corner from the corner of his eye.
