Feeling the coldness in MOKA’s tone, Su Li didn’t take much notice.
Equally cold was the sound of 110,000 yuan being transferred into her account. As long as the money arrived, it didn’t matter how bad MOKA’s attitude was.
Su Li had encountered customers like MOKA before—those who denied any association once the transaction was over.
After Su Li helped them manage their emotions, they would feel ashamed, thinking themselves filthy; just dealing with her was nauseating.
Jin Ke’er had been like that.
Some even offered her advice after the transaction, urging her to quit this line of work altogether.
Su Li didn’t believe that any advice she gave during their moments of emotional low could truly change their minds.
Of course, it was equally difficult for anyone else to change her.
After all, this was the foundation of her livelihood and job.
“This concludes today’s service. Goodbye.”
Su Li said calmly. Watching her reaction, a nameless anger welled up inside MOKA.
She should have listened obediently like those fervent fans, even treating her words as commands.
But Su Li’s expression was too calm, as if she didn’t care about a word MOKA said.
She wasn’t sure if Su Li had taken her words seriously.
But if Su Li was smart, she would know how to make the right choice.
Only after Su Li stood up and left did MOKA pull out the song she had just recorded, softly humming it.
The more she hummed, the more emotional she became.
She marveled at the perfection of her new creation.
She could already imagine the scene when this song became a hit.
In her mind appeared the agent’s usual flattery. MOKA hummed softly.
What she had lost, she would reclaim with her own strength.
Yet, inside, a trace of worry lingered. She was afraid she was gradually becoming addicted to Su Li.
The intervals between their contacts were getting shorter.
This was undoubtedly bad news.
As a singer, she knew one thing:
She couldn’t become dependent on anything.
She needed to encounter new things constantly to keep producing interesting songs.
If she became dependent on something, once that thing reached a certain threshold, her inspiration would dry up.
As before, she would lock herself in a room.
Drink continuously, using drunkenness to create one song after another.
Until one day, no matter how much she drank, she couldn’t squeeze out a single line of lyrics.
That’s when the sense of crisis started creeping in.
What if one day, her need for Su Li reached that threshold…
Or rather, what would she do without Su Li?
Could she no longer write new songs without her?
Then who really wrote this song?
If her commercial rivals found out, and they used all kinds of means to snatch Su Li away, what would she do?
MOKA’s complexion gradually paled, her eyes bloodshot.
Even with new songs created, the immense pressure on her couldn’t be eased.
Not long after leaving Su Li, the crisis crept back into her heart.
She knew she was panicking and scared, but couldn’t stop.
She feared that once she stopped, those waiting for her to fail would mock her.
She could feel her treasured inspiration and creativity fading away bit by bit, powerless to stop it.
Only by being near Su Li, interacting with her, could she create endlessly.
Su Li was like a sleeping pill that helped her fall asleep peacefully again and again.
But she feared her growing dependence on Su Li.
Every time their transaction ended, MOKA told herself this was the last time, and she had to regain her inspiration.
Yet every time she faced waiting fans and the media, she had to keep going.
She knew something was wrong with her current state, but she couldn’t stop.
Her expression gradually hardened, the crisis settling deep in her heart.
Fortunately, before Su Li left, she had made the most correct decision.
As long as no one knew about her dealings with Su Li, her commercial rivals wouldn’t discover Su Li’s value.
She only needed to continuously draw inspiration from Su Li.
At the same time, she would keep planting psychological suggestions, telling Su Li that leaving her would render her worthless.
When the nourishment was fully extracted, she could just discard her casually, and no one would discover Su Li’s value.
Besides, she had plenty of time to prepare.
She was confident that if Su Li ever became a threat, she could make the appropriate countermeasures.
She was no longer the rookie singer lost without inspiration and creativity.
…
Su Li didn’t take MOKA’s words to heart.
Protecting client privacy was her basic professional ethics.
Usually, she wouldn’t develop new clients from a customer’s social circle.
That would only make the client suspicious.
Unless it was someone like Bai Huizi, who offered an irresistible payment for her to contact specific users.
In return, Su Li maintained the bond between them and fulfilled services according to the client’s instructions before any secrets were revealed.
After leaving MOKA’s residence and arriving at a secluded corner, Su Li slowly took off her sunglasses and mask.
What she was concerned about now was how to return the lunchbox to Miss Cat.
Su Li opened Cat’s chat window.
Since adding each other as friends, they had never spoken.
Thinking of Miss Cat’s shy, slightly awkward social anxiety whenever they met, Su Li understood her.
Though Miss Cat drifted between part-time jobs, she was a genuine introvert.
She only contacted others because she had to earn money.
Staring at the chat window for a long while, Su Li finally typed slowly:
[Where are you?]
A few minutes passed after sending the message.
Just as Su Li was about to put her phone away, a reply came.
[Voice Message] 1″
[Voice Message] 1″
[Voice Message] 14″ (I, I’m not feeling well. I’m currently in the hospital getting an IV drip! Is there something you need me to do?! If it’s urgent, I can pull out the needle to help first and come back to continue the drip later!)