Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Lin Chuchu was so furious that she went off to the other side and linked arms with another man.

I sat obediently beside Fu Zeqian, playing the part of a decorative vase.

Over the past two days, he had even hired an etiquette teacher for me to teach me proper manners.

I understood the basics now.

I just still wasn’t confident enough.

A modeling coach was training me too.

I clenched my fists.

This was my one chance to turn from a country bumpkin into a swan.

Even if I ended up covered in bruises, I had to seize it.

Before long, Fu Zeqian went out to the balcony to smoke in silence.

Chapter 6

The group of friends who had just been talking to him looked me up and down like they were inspecting merchandise.

Then they started chatting as if I didn’t exist.

“Hey, isn’t she the waitress Ah Qian took a liking to at the hotel? She looks so tacky. How long do you think Ah Qian will play with her this time?”

“Tsk, tsk. She does look a bit like Chuchu, but that bearing? Not even close.”

“I bet half a month.”

“I bet five days!”

After that, their bets got shorter and shorter, and the fear in my heart grew heavier and heavier.

I was terrified that this precious opportunity would vanish just like that.

After we went back, I worked even harder to listen to my teachers.

Posture, etiquette, presence-I learned them all with everything I had.

I also watched all kinds of runway shows. Models had the strongest presence and aura.

Every day, I did all kinds of skincare too. Of course, what worked best was still going to a cosmetic clinic for injections. With the medication I took as well, my skin became much fairer and more dewy.

A week later, I could hardly recognize myself in the mirror.

Chapter 7

As it happened, Fu Zeqian came over to see the results of my studies too.

I looked at him shyly, with a hint of timidity, and sure enough, he was very satisfied.

He even took me out to dinner. During the meal, he drank a lot.

I could tell he wasn’t in a good mood.

In the end, when I helped him back, he called me Chuchu.

I was unbearably envious.

Chuchu was such a beautiful name.

Not like mine. My name was Pan Di.

It was as if my whole life had been spent waiting and hoping for the arrival of a younger brother.

It didn’t belong to me at all.

Chapter 8

I attended to Fu Zeqian as he bathed.

He was drunk.

I was afraid he would be like the male lead in that novel I’d read, keeping a substitute mistress for over a hundred chapters before finally sleeping with her.

I was afraid he would dismiss me soon.

If I succeeded in climbing into his bed, maybe he would keep me around a little longer.

Once I saved enough money, I would find myself a way out.

So without the slightest hesitation, I climbed into his bathtub.

He looked at me through drunken, hazy eyes. “Chuchu…”

I kissed him.

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The workplace is a battlefield.

If you’re going to sacrifice something, you have to get the greatest benefit in return.