Chapter 12: The Fish Takes the Bait

At that moment, the man’s expression suddenly shifted to one of confusion. Then, with a sharp exclamation, he asked, "Didn't you interview at the Yun Corporation before? You look so familiar."

Qing'er feigned bewilderment, rolling her eyes as if in deep thought before brightening with a sudden realization. "Oh, yes! I did apply for a cleaning position, but I wasn't hired."

The man scrutinized her again. "It’s those dark, soulful eyes of yours—that’s why I remember you. But why are you dressed so lavishly now? Did you strike it rich somewhere?" His tone was laced with curiosity and envy.

Qing'er lowered her voice to a mere whisper, adopting a mysterious air. "Naturally. I don't even have to work anymore; I have more money than I could ever spend." Her voice carried a note of pride and vanity.

The man’s eyes lit up. "Miss, considering we’re fated—we almost worked under the same roof, after all—could you tell me how you made your fortune? I dream of getting rich every single night." His words were heavy with desperation.

Qing'er offered a faint smile. "What a coincidence to run into an acquaintance today. But look at you—you’re not exactly young anymore, and you're still working as a security guard. When will you ever make it into the upper class?" Her words dripped with mockery and disdain.

The man’s face flushed with embarrassment. "Never mind that. Let’s not talk about it. Let me help you over to that coffee shop nearby; you shouldn't be sitting on the ground with all these people walking by."

Qing'er nodded and stood up with difficulty, and the man carefully supported her as they walked toward the café.

Once inside, the man ordered two hot coffees and sat across from her, his gaze filled with anticipation.

"Miss," he urged, "tell me, how did you really get rich? I’m in desperate need of money—I have sick parents to support, and I’m still a bachelor."

Qing'er stirred her coffee languidly. "It’s nothing special, really. I just met a wealthy man who took a liking to me and gave me a large sum of money." Her tone was dismissive.

A flicker of greed and envy crossed the man’s eyes. "You’re young and beautiful, and as a man, I naturally..." He trailed off, lowering his head.

Qing'er smiled slightly. "What about being a man? If I want to help you, it’s just a matter of saying the word."

The man nodded eagerly. "As long as you can help me get rich, I’ll do anything."

Qing'er leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words. The man’s expression shifted visibly.

"Really? It’s that simple?" he asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"Of course. Young Master Wen is refined and sophisticated, but he’s surrounded by beauties, so he wouldn't look twice at a poor girl like me. Plus, he’s been married before. Tomorrow, he’s hosting an art exhibition and needs to transport a collection of paintings from his home. You’d be perfect as a mover. Just hand the items to him, and I’ll give you a small fortune." Qing'er nodded firmly.

"Alright, it's a deal." A grin spread across the man’s face, and he couldn't stop beaming. He hesitated for a moment before confirming, "Miss, you have to keep your word. Don't go back on the money."

He cast one more lingering look at her.

"Don't worry. Do I look like someone who lacks money? It’s just that my partner keeps a very close eye on me. Whenever I’m near where Young Master Wen is, I’m under surveillance by his men, and I can't afford to be discovered."

Qing'er beamed with a satisfied smile.

The two then exchanged contact information.