125: Chapter 125 He's actually wearing this!

Below, she wore a pair of black lace-trimmed shorts that barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Her legs were encased in black stockings, slender and straight, shimmering faintly under the dim lights.

On her head was a pair of fuzzy rabbit ear hairbands that bobbed gently as she lowered her head.

She was only eighteen years old this year; after graduating high school, she left her hometown to work and had been a Waitress at this club for just over two months.

Her daily work consisted of serving drinks and fruit platters, occasionally pouring wine for guests.

Bai Yuyan was beautiful, with delicate features, large eyes, a pert nose, and pink, moist lips.

Her skin was fair and translucent; when she wore her hair in a high ponytail, she looked just like a high school student.

Sister Chen, the club's floor manager, always said she was the shop's star attraction.

Many guests requested her specifically, but Sister Chen always blocked those requests.

Sister Chen was experienced and knew what these guests wanted; she blocked whatever she could.

If she couldn't block them, she would warn Bai Yuyan in advance to be on her guard.

But today, this table of guests had arrived suddenly and specifically requested Bai Yuyan to serve in this private room.

Sister Chen tried to intervene, but the other party simply threw a stack of cash on the table, claiming it was a tip.

Sister Chen couldn't say anything more and had to let Bai Yuyan go in, instructing her to stay sharp and call out if anything happened.

Less than ten minutes after Bai Yuyan went in, trouble started.

While she was holding the decanter to pour wine for a guest, her hand shook, and the red wine spilled, splashing right onto the pants of the man with the green dragon tattoo.

The deep red liquid seeped into the light-colored pant leg, looking incredibly jarring.

The private room went silent instantly.

The man with the green dragon tattoo lowered his head, glanced at his pants, then looked up at Bai Yuyan.

His gaze swept from bottom to top, from her legs to her waist, from her waist to her chest, and finally landed on her face.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile, a smile that made one's skin crawl.

"Little sister, these pants of mine are Armani. They cost over ten thousand."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the private room heard it clearly.

The other men laughed, their laughter filled with the amusement of onlookers watching a show.

"Little girl, with that one spill, half a month's salary is gone."

"How about this: join us for a few drinks, and we'll call it even."

Bai Yuyan's face turned pale, and the tray in her hand nearly fell to the floor.

She lowered her head, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."

Her voice was trembling, like a leaf in the wind, light and fragile.

The man with the green dragon tattoo stood up and walked over to her.

He was very tall, a head taller than her, and stood before her like a wall.

He reached out, grabbed her chin, and tilted her face up.

His fingers were rough, with black grime hidden under his fingernails, and he gripped her chin painfully hard.

"Is sorry useful? Can you afford to pay for these pants of mine?"

Bai Yuyan's tears fell, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto his fingers.

"I, I really didn't mean to... I'll pay, I'll pay..."

"Pay?"

The man with the green dragon tattoo laughed and let go.

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened the calculator, tapped a few times, and shoved the screen in front of her.

"Twelve thousand. How much is your monthly salary?"

Bai Yuyan bit her lip, unable to speak.

She earned two hundred a day working here.

A month only came to six thousand, and she still had to pay rent, eat, and send money home.

How could she possibly have twelve thousand?

The other men jeered.

"If you can't pay with money, then pay with your company. We brothers aren't unreasonable people."

"Exactly. Keep us company for one night, and we'll call it even on the pants."

"Little sister, you're so pretty, it's such a waste to be carrying trays here. Come with us, and you'll be living the high life."

Bai Yuyan trembled all over and took a step back, her back hitting the corner of the coffee table, causing her to gasp in pain.

She didn't dare run, nor did she dare scream; she could only stand in place, tears streaming down her face.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

A woman in her forties walked in.

She wore a black professional suit, her hair was put up in a bun, and her face was heavily made up.

She was the floor manager here, and everyone called her Sister Chen.

She saw Bai Yuyan standing there crying, and then saw the wine stain on the man with the green dragon tattoo's pants.

Her heart sank, and she quickly put on a smiling face.

"Bosses, I'm so sorry, so sorry. The girl is new and doesn't know any better. Let me handle the matter of the pants; how about that?"

The man with the green dragon tattoo glanced at her.

"You handle it? How are you going to handle it?"

Sister Chen laughed along ingratiatingly.

"We will compensate for these pants. Give us the receipt, and we will pay the full price. Also, I'll waive the bill for the drinks on this table today. Does that work for you?"

The man with the green dragon tattoo laughed, a very ugly laugh.

"Waive the bill? Do I look like I'm short on this little bit of drink money?"

He pointed at his pants.

"These pants are a limited edition; you can't buy them in the country. You'll compensate? Where are you going to compensate them from?"

Sister Chen's expression changed, but she quickly recovered her smile.

"Then you tell me, what should we do?"

The man with the green dragon tattoo looked at Bai Yuyan and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Simple. Let her keep us company for one night. We'll call it even."

Sister Chen's smile froze.

"Boss, that doesn't seem appropriate, does it? She's still just a child..."

The man with the green dragon tattoo's expression darkened.

"A child? Working in a place like this, why pretend to be innocent?"

He took a step forward, forcing Sister Chen to retreat.

"I'm telling you, today, it's either pay the money or provide the company. You pick one."

Sister Chen opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

She looked at Bai Yuyan; the young girl was standing there, shivering all over.

Her face was full of tears, looking as pitiful as a little rabbit backed into a corner.

She gritted her teeth, turned around, and put on a forced smile for the man with the green dragon tattoo.

"Boss, please don't be angry. I'll go talk to our manager and have him come talk to you..."

"Talk about what?"

The man with the green dragon tattoo shoved her aside, and Sister Chen stumbled and hit the wall.

Her shoulder hit the doorframe, making her wince in pain.

"It doesn't matter who comes today, it won't work."

He reached out to grab Bai Yuyan's wrist.

Bai Yuyan screamed, retreated, her legs gave out, and she fell to the ground.

Tears streamed down her face, and she cried out, "No."

The men gathered around, their laughter growing louder and more ear-piercing.

The door to the private room was pushed open again.

This time, it wasn't pushed open gently; it was kicked open.

With a bang, the door slammed into the wall, bounced back, and was caught steadily by a hand.

Wang Yang pushed the door open; the lighting in the private room was blindingly dim.

Smoke swirled, like a layer of gray gauze covering everything.

Before he had even taken a step, Qin Xiaoran behind him had already rushed in.

"Yuyan!"

She lunged forward and hugged the girl wearing the bunny girl uniform.

The girl was shivering all over, her face buried in Qin Xiaoran's shoulder, crying until she was out of breath.

Her rabbit ear hairband was skewed to one side, most of her ponytail had come undone, and her hair was draped messily over her shoulders.

The neckline of her black bodysuit had been pulled open, revealing half of her fair shoulder.