Su Li sat quietly in the café and ordered a glass of orange juice.
The WeChat chat screen still showed the last reply she had received.
The past chat logs felt like Xiao Chunan’s nervous probing, as if he had picked up a random card off the street thinking it would lead to some romantic encounter.
If it weren’t for the fact that the client had a default profile picture, and that the one offering emotional value was her…
She might have suspected it was some kind of scam.
Su Li glanced around the café but didn’t find any notes or messages left for her by MOKA.
The café staff didn’t give her any secret signals or codes either.
It was already past two in the afternoon, and MOKA still hadn’t shown up.
Nor had she replied to any messages.
Su Li’s gaze fell on the three million-plus in her Alipay account.
Even if she did nothing, she still earned about 160 yuan a day in passive income.
That amount might be enough to rent a big house and raise a few cats without issue.
But if she wanted to take in more stray cats and dogs, buying a house would be much more difficult.
Su Li looked out the window.
The café was in a fairly remote location, with very few people around.
And no one else around looked as odd as her, wearing a mask and sunglasses.
She decided to leave after finishing this glass of orange juice.
Su Li figured that MOKA probably wasn’t going to show up this time.
It wasn’t the first time she’d been stood up.
If it hadn’t been for their first deal, where MOKA had paid without the slightest hesitation…
They probably wouldn’t have continued working together.
Before she realized it, she had finished her orange juice.
Su Li slowly stood up, ready to leave.
But at that moment, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
It wasn’t MOKA, but one of her assistants.
Su Li wasn’t surprised to see the assistant—MOKA was a somewhat well-known influencer and didn’t show her face easily.
That’s why every meeting was handled so cautiously, like some kind of spy exchange.
This café was just the first step.
After making contact, they’d head to the real destination.
And each time, it was a different hotel.
The name used to book the room was never MOKA’s, but her assistant’s.
Su Li was well aware that even “MOKA” was just an alias, not her real name.
Aside from knowing MOKA’s personality and body, she knew virtually nothing else about her.
Despite MOKA being a minor internet celebrity, Su Li had never come across her through algorithmic recommendations, maybe because she had no interest in MOKA’s true identity to begin with.
Following behind the assistant, the two of them wandered through the remote area for quite a while.
If Su Li had taken her pre-planned exit route, she could’ve left quickly.
But the assistant’s path was circuitous enough to confuse anyone unfamiliar with the area.
Eventually, they took a cab to a newly opened hotel.
Only then did the assistant hand Su Li a room card, telling her to go find MOKA herself.
“Go on in.”
Her tone carried a hint of disdain, looking down on her.
As usual, she checked Su Li’s bag and took her phone away.
Su Li understood what she meant.
She thought Su Li was just a girl selling herself—looked down on her.
She was also afraid that someone as desperate as her might leak MOKA’s information out of spite.
It didn’t matter—Su Li didn’t feel anything about it.
Besides, she had professional ethics.
Not revealing a client’s information was the most basic bottom line.
She didn’t care how others saw her—she only cared about getting paid in the end.
After all that hassle, Su Li finally opened the hotel room door and saw MOKA in person.
MOKA had short brown hair, parted 70/30, and an oval-shaped face.
Her skin was fair.
She sat curled up on the bed, lips tightly pressed together.
Her long, pale legs were wrapped in white stockings.
Her entire demeanor exuded a sense of gloom.
Only the light near the entrance was on in the room, but Su Li could still clearly see MOKA’s state.
MOKA looked no different from a high schooler, but in reality, she was a major influencer with millions of followers, raking in a hefty income every day.
The sudden, noisy rise to fame had made her restless; she’d even dropped out of high school before finishing.
Despite the money she made, her mindset was always agitated.
The mental pressure of the fast-paced internet age often crushed her.
That’s why she became one of Su Li’s regular clients.
Traffic could create gods, but it could also bury the ones that came before.
Maybe she’d heard the sound of the door unlocking—MOKA, who had been sitting on the bed, jumped up barefoot and ran straight over to Su Li, throwing herself into her arms.
A damp sensation spread across Su Li’s neck.
“Not the neck—pick somewhere else,” Su Li said.
So MOKA grabbed Su Li’s arm, shoved it into her mouth, and bit down hard.
“Ten thousand per bite. If it draws blood, there’s an extra charge.”
Su Li wasn’t sure if MOKA had even heard her, but a sharp pain shot through her wrist. It wasn’t until MOKA let go that she saw the saliva-and-blood-streaked wound on her skin.
“Thirty thousand.”
“Twenty-five,” MOKA tried to bargain, but Su Li turned away, ready to leave.
“Fine, thirty! Just don’t go,” MOKA said, picking up her phone and transferring the money to Su Li.
After the transaction was done, MOKA waved her phone and handed it over for Su Li to confirm.
Su Li checked the phone and handed it back, but MOKA didn’t take it right away. Instead, she grabbed Su Li’s hand.
Her fingers laced tightly with Su Li’s, pulling her over to sit on the bed.
Just like before, MOKA curled up and clutched Su Li’s arm tightly to her chest.
This time, though, she held back her impulses and didn’t bite again.
After all, she wasn’t born rich—she’d built herself from the ground up, and ten thousand yuan still stung a little.
One bite was worth ten hours of Su Li’s company.
If she hadn’t been under so much pressure lately, she wouldn’t have bitten her at all just now.
“Want to put some medicine on it?” MOKA asked, looking at Su Li.
“No need,” Su Li replied, shaking her head.
“I’ll pay you for the time it takes to apply it,” MOKA added.
Su Li paused for a moment, then quietly began applying the ointment.
She’d intended to pull it from her own bag, but MOKA had clearly come prepared.
“Just talk. I’m listening,” Su Li said, and MOKA began venting about all the pressure she’d been under lately.
How many people were copying her style, mimicking her image, and gaining huge followings because of it.
“Su Li, I can’t write songs anymore. At this rate, I’ll be replaced in no time!”
MOKA glanced at Su Li’s freshly medicated arm, swallowed hard, her face full of frustration.
Su Li calmly stretched out her other arm. As the sting flared up again, she said evenly:
“This one didn’t draw blood. Twenty thousand.”
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