Chapter 11 She Ordered a Male Model
"Drinking your sorrows away is useless at a time like this. I'll find you something fun. I guarantee it'll fix you right up."
Fu Qing's face was full of mystery. I felt a little suspicious.
Something fun?
The next second, she smiled and clapped her hands.
Soon, rows of good-looking men filed into the private room.
Every type was there.
Fu Qing pointed at one pretty Male Model, looking practiced, like this was not her first time.
"Are you new? How have I, this emperor, never seen you?"
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of liquor choked me half to death.
Fu Qing clicked her tongue and kindly patted my back.
"These Male Model guys are the ones I ordered for you. See which one you like?"
"N-no need."
"Come on. You're just too well-behaved. If my brother can play around, why are you still guarding this so-called wifely virtue?"
Fu Qing looked at me, frustrated that I still wouldn't learn.
"Happiness you can buy with money doesn't even count as a problem. Look how good-looking the ones in the middle are.
"I've never ordered quality this high before. Leaving them here to drink with us is fine too."
Fu Qing's eyes lit up.
I suddenly doubted whether she wanted a Male Model for herself, or whether she really wanted me to be happy.
She saw me hesitate.
She waved her hand, signaling the ones in front to stay.
"Keep us happy, and all this is yours."
Fu Qing slapped a thick stack of cash onto the table like money meant nothing.
Before I could react, a few young guys quickly surrounded me.
"Miss, your gown looks so beautiful."
"Miss, what game do you want to play? Loser drinks, okay?"
...
The men talked over each other. Their service was extremely good.
The hateful part was that even then, Fu Siyan's face was still in my head.
I had to admit it.
Among all those Male Model guys, compared with Fu Siyan, not a single one could compete.
I rubbed my brow, tired.
No wonder people said a person could be cheap sometimes.
I didn't care for the ones who came to me. I had to run toward the one who hurt me.