Zhou Ming was very efficient.
In less than half an hour, he had arranged a VIP room.
He handed the room card to Xu Yinsheng, and out of guilt, personally escorted her to the door of the VIP room before leaving under her impatient gaze.
The room card was placed against the electromagnetic sensor by the VIP room door.
After a few beeps, with a light click, the door automatically opened.
Inside, the VIP room was luxuriously decorated.
The large bed was covered with a pristine white silk quilt.
The tea table in the middle was filled with all kinds of unopened alcoholic drinks and beverages.
Several sets of clothes for changing and washing were also provided, along with various exquisite pastries and desserts.
The entire room exuded an aura of nobility and elegance.
Xu Yinsheng pushed open the door.
While unbuttoning her shirt, she walked to the bathroom entrance and took out a towel, preparing to wash up.
Shhh. The bathroom faucet was quickly turned on, and warm water cascaded down from above, rinsing her delicate skin.
Leaning her head back, Xu Yinsheng let the water pour over her.
Yet in her mind, Zhao Yicheng’s face surfaced.
That handsome yet twisted face—the one she once proudly called a good brother but now grit her teeth at, wishing she could beat him up.
“Xu Yinsheng, you’re still too soft-hearted. You should have stabbed him when you left.”
You still cling to that friendship, but he only wants to possess you by any means necessary.
Thinking this, Xu Yinsheng shook her head with self-mockery.
If she could be as ruthless and unscrupulous as Zhao Yicheng, then she wouldn’t be Xu Yinsheng anymore.
Sigh, judging by the time, Zhao Yicheng should be waking up now.
Just imagining how furious and powerless Zhao Yicheng must feel upon discovering her escape made Xu Yinsheng smile.
To perfectly act out this big show of “Let’s Date,” to bewilder Zhao Yicheng and lower his guard, even letting him personally remove the collar from her neck.
Xu Yinsheng didn’t just immerse herself in the role—she flawlessly combined several abilities.
The multiple heightened sensations of the succubus girl, the male’s infatuation.
The bloodthirsty cravings of the vampire loli, the addiction to moisture.
The fallen valkyrie’s self-seduction and taming submission.
Zhao Yicheng felt “love”—indeed, Xu Yinsheng’s “love” for him, but it wasn’t affection. It was appetite.
By fusing these three abilities, she loved Zhao Yicheng’s blood, loved his moisture, loved his scent—but never loved Zhao Yicheng the person.
The sound of water gushing from the faucet was steady.
She tilted her head back, letting the warm water wash over her, one hand adjusting the temperature while the other grabbed shampoo.
What a pity—this spectacular and immersive performance only had one chance.
Maybe after finding her parents, she could ask them for money and open her own film company for fun.
After a quick wash, Xu Yinsheng avoided the usual fussiness of women.
Her bath lasted no more than ten minutes. She dressed and left the bathroom.
No TV, no phone, she lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately, too lazy to even dry her dripping wet hair.
She slept for an unknown length of time.
When she woke again, her red hair was dry.
Her stomach was growling fiercely from hunger.
She picked up the phone she had snatched from Zhou Ming and glanced at the time—20:36. She had slept for over three hours.
Originally, she wanted to call her parents, to tell them she was alive and to mentally prepare them for their son turning into a daughter… but maybe they didn’t care at all.
After all, they only loved each other and nothing else.
Before, she had called them but was told by customer service that the line was busy.
Thinking of this, Xu Yinsheng’s expression dimmed.
Sure enough, she was just an insignificant “excrement.”
Walking to the sofa, she picked up a set of small-sized clothes and changed.
The top was a dark gray casual jacket, paired with light black jeans.
Her legs were slender and straight, looking even longer and fairer in the black jeans.
She wore black slippers, dressed with the lazy vibe of a homebody.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Xu Yinsheng forced a smile, then left the room.
Even if no one in the world loved her, she would still love herself well.
At the second-floor restaurant entrance, she showed her VIP room card.
The next moment, a pretty waitress with a sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes appeared before her.
“Welcome, VIP guest. Please follow me.”
Xu Yinsheng nodded slightly and followed her into the private dining area.
Inside, the room was even more luxurious and refined than it looked outside, decorated in an extremely warm and comfortable European style.
It gave a very relaxing and cozy feeling.
Taking a seat, Xu Yinsheng picked up a menu and glanced at it.
She then put it down and looked at the waitress.
“What’s your signature dish?”
The waitress looked to be in her early twenties, very sharp and quick-witted.
She immediately answered:
“We have freshly marinated Alaskan king crab. Each weighs about twenty jin, with large, plump meat, grown in cold deep-sea waters. The fishing process is very dangerous.”
“There’s also Canadian geoduck fried rice, also known as the emperor clam. Its neck meat is sweet and crisp, cooked by a chef with over thirty years of experience.”
“Additionally, goose-neck barnacles, one of the most expensive ingredients in the world, known as the golden seafood. We have both raw and cooked preparations.”
“Then there are French Belon oysters, the kings among oysters. The meat is soft, tender, and crisp, with a hazelnut fragrance. Very few restaurants in Eastern countries can offer them.”
“And Australian lobster…”
She spoke enthusiastically.
Xu Yinsheng listened with great interest, her appetite instantly aroused.
“I’ll have one of each.”
She waved her hand decisively and instructed the waitress to order the dishes.
“Ah.”
The waitress looked surprised, obviously never having seen a guest order like this before.
“Is there a limit?”
Xu Yinsheng scratched her head, suddenly remembering that although VIP guests ate for free, eating more than one serving would incur charges.
“No.”
The waitress whispered, “But if you can’t finish it, you’ll be charged by weight.”
Hearing that, Xu Yinsheng hesitated a bit.
She currently had 180,000 yuan to live on for three days on the ship, averaging 60,000 yuan a day.
Sigh… barely enough.
If that wasn’t enough, she could pawn the laborer she stole from Zhao Yicheng.
Even if her parents didn’t love her, she never lacked material resources.
Since childhood, Xu Yinsheng had lived a life of luxury—fine clothes, exquisite food, beautiful women, champagne, and luxury cars.
All she had to do was ask, and the family foundation under her parents’ name would transfer a large sum to her.
There were even dedicated fund staff to deliver it to her door.
Generations of family wealth and an oath sworn by her ancestors alongside the first Federal Speaker to conquer the world.
She, Xu Yinsheng, was going to get the money!
Thinking of seeing her parents in three or four days, when she could transform back into a wealthy heir, her wallet instantly swelled.
She waved her hand with flair.
“No worries, I’m not short of money.”
The waitress took the menu and withdrew.
Soon after, a slightly chubby man wearing a chef’s hat and uniform pushed a cart into the room, followed by several waitresses who placed the dishes one by one.
Finally, he personally poured a steaming cup of oolong tea for Xu Yinsheng, speaking in standard Federal accent.
“Enjoy your meal.”
Then he turned and left.
Looking at the sumptuous feast before her, Xu Yinsheng’s appetite was thoroughly awakened.
She took the knife in her left hand and fork in her right.
No more words.
Let’s begin!
Outside the window, time slowly passed with the crisp clinking of knife and fork.
After a full meal, using a toothpick to pick her teeth, Xu Yinsheng looked at the messy table and took two ten-thousand yuan bills, then stood and walked out of the room.
Facing the waitress who hurried after her for change, Xu Yinsheng waved her hand.
“The rest is your tip.”
In the grateful look from the waitress, Xu Yinsheng felt like she had returned to the carefree days of being young master Xu Shao, her posture instantly strengthened, and she felt so dignified!
Maybe from the baijiu mixed with whiskey she had drunk, Xu Yinsheng staggered along the way, as if she might collapse drunk on the ground at any moment.
Rounding a corner, she leaned against the wall, her cheeks flushed, reeking of alcohol.
The things before her eyes all turned into illusions—blurry and hazy, impossible to tell north from south.
“Hey there.”
Suddenly, a delicate female voice sounded.
Xu Yinsheng’s footsteps faltered as something bumped her head.
Dizzy, she blacked out and fell directly to the ground.
A soft, slender hand grabbed her, pulling her up.
“You okay?”
Xu Yinsheng looked up.
An ordinary-looking woman stood before her, her eyes filled with concern and worry.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Xu Yinsheng stood and dusted off the dirt from her clothes.
The woman noticed the laborer bracelet on Xu Yinsheng’s wrist, her eyes lighting up instantly.
“Miss, my name is Qin Yumo. What’s yours?”
“Xu Yinsheng.”