Ch. 2 - Empty Greetings Are No Match for a Huge Sum of Money
I Only Care About Making Money And Not Love. I'm The Best Professional Simp!This chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
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"He-he-hello, you can't park here."
The moment the female traffic cop saw Song Junzhu, she started stuttering!
Lu Xing was amused.
Good looks are truly a universal passport, and when beauty reaches its peak, it can conquer both men and women!
Clearly, Song Junzhu was a lucky winner of the genetic lottery.
While others were madly questioning Nuwa about why she'd flicked mud dots on their faces, Song Junzhu's face had already become Nuwa's outstanding graduation project. (TL: Nuwa is the mother goddess in Chinese mythology who is said to have created humanity from yellow earth.)
But no matter how beautiful Song Junzhu was, it couldn't hide the fact that she was a psycho.
Song Junzhu had a domineering personality and an extremely strong desire to win.
Lu Xing even suspected she had to be on top during sex!
And the reason she sought out Lu Xing was simple.
Because of hate!
In her early years, Song Junzhu had a fiancé, but he ran off abroad, claiming he was going to find his true love.
This drove Song Junzhu completely mad!
She had to win at everything since she was a child, and to think her first failure would be in love?
This was simply the biggest stain on her life!
In reality, Song Junzhu didn't even like that fiancé very much; she simply hated to lose.
It was at this time that she met Lu Xing, who was working part-time.
Good news: Lu Xing looked a lot like that fiancé!
Even better news: Lu Xing was a professional simp and also offered a "stand-in" service!
And so.
The fiercely competitive Song Junzhu hired Lu Xing.
On one hand, she humiliated Lu Xing to make herself feel better.
On the other, she made Lu Xing say he loved her, to prove that her life had never known failure.
Lu Xing called this method of Song Junzhu's "Spiritual Victory Method".
But it didn't matter.
Who cares?
As long as there's money to be made!
...
Seeing the traffic cop leave, Lu Xing silently began to count down in his head.
In three seconds, Song Junzhu was bound to curse him out.
"One."
"Is it that funny?"
Lu Xing stopped smiling.
Alright, Song Junzhu was very angry today; she couldn't even wait three seconds.
Heh, a three-second woman, what a turn-off!
Cursing in his head was one thing.
But facing an angry client, as the humble Party B, the only thing Lu Xing could do was—
Answer without arguing, and apologize like crazy!
"I'm sorry, Professor Song. I was just happy to see you."
A single sentence immediately silenced the woman. Lu Xing gave himself a thumbs-up in his mind.
Hehe, it seems that reading the "Compendium of Love Confessions" by lamplight was somewhat useful after all!
The next second.
A pale, slender hand shot out and pinched Lu Xing's face, yanking him closer. An indifferent voice rang out coolly in the car.
"Are you very proud of yourself?"
"Do you think you have me wrapped around your finger?"
"To put it nicely, you're a professional simp, providing me with emotional value. To put it bluntly..."
Song Junzhu's eyes scanned every inch of Lu Xing's face, her stunning eyes revealing utter indifference.
"You're just a whore."
"Without my permission, on what grounds do you say such things to me?"
After saying this, Song Junzhu let go of Lu Xing.
She slowly pushed up the thin-rimmed glasses on her nose, calmly preparing to admire Lu Xing's shattered expression.
But... there was none?
Song Junzhu frowned, carefully observing Lu Xing's face.
She found that after hearing these words, he didn't show a trace of sadness at all. There was still a smile on his face?!
Lu Xing thought to himself: As expected of a professor, her civility needs to be lowered a bit.
The words she says have no attack power at all!
Back when he was so poor he had to scavenge for food in trash cans, what kind of vicious words hadn't he heard?
How could his defenses possibly be broken?
Moreover, as an outstanding professional simp, Lu Xing had his own set of work experiences.
For wild clients, he would cook and do laundry for them, giving them the warmth of a home.
For obedient clients, he would take them for a ride on his motorcycle, giving them a novel experience.
And for a client like Song Junzhu, who was extremely competitive and domineering, he just had to go along with her and slowly smooth her feathers.
And so.
Lu Xing took out a wet wipe from his pocket, tore open the package, and handed it to Song Junzhu.
"I was outside for a while, I got sweaty."
"You touched my face, use this to wipe your hands."
A look of astonishment flashed in Song Junzhu's eyes.
This was his response to her humiliation?
Song Junzhu suddenly laughed, her eyes filled with thick ridicule.
"You really are quite the masochist."
Lu Xing smiled faintly, took Song Junzhu's hand, and wiped it for her, one finger at a time.
Even a beauty's hands are beautiful—icy skin, jade-like bones, slender and long.
Song Junzhu liked seeing Lu Xing make submissive expressions with that face, as if she had never failed.
But...
Song Junzhu suddenly felt her hand start to itch. She looked down and found that Lu Xing was wiping her hand very seriously.
In fact, too seriously!
Wiping down from the clean, pinkish-white nails, past the slender, delicate knuckles, bit by bit reaching the gaps between her fingers, then pinching the wet wipe and rubbing it in circles within the gaps.
"Enough!"
Song Junzhu's beautiful eyes widened. A second before Lu Xing's wipe-covered finger entered her palm, she gripped his wrist tightly.
Lu Xing looked at the hand Song Junzhu was gripping so tightly and asked in confusion.
"Professor Song, do you have to be on top even when wiping your hands?"
Lu Xing was laughing wildly in his head.
Hehe, you damn psycho, always putting on this dead-serious act. Now you know what embarrassment feels like, huh?
Song Junzhu's throat went dry. She glared at Lu Xing. "Shut up!"
Lu Xing obediently zipped his lips.
You're the client, you call the shots.
After all,
Song Junzhu was extremely generous.
Accompanying her on Saturdays and Sundays was fifty thousand a pop. That's two hundred thousand a month!
She was practically a gold-plated psycho!
...
"Did you get into a fight?"
Song Junzhu finally turned the conversation to the injury on Lu Xing's face.
Lu Xing shook his head.
The corner of Song Junzhu's eye lifted, her lazy tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"So you were beaten up one-sidedly?"
Lu Xing still shook his head.
Beep!
Song Junzhu impatiently honked the car horn, making a loud noise, and shot Lu Xing a sideways glance.
"Are you mute?"
Lu Xing pointed to his mouth.
Song Junzhu remembered that she had told him to shut up, and her anger instantly vanished.
"I permit you to speak." The corner of Song Junzhu's lips curled up slightly as she lifted her chin.
She just loved how obedient Lu Xing was, even though she knew this kid was a money-grubbing little bastard at heart!
But so what?
In front of her, could he do anything but act cute and curry favor?
Lu Xing said, word for word.
"I was walking down the street and saw a group of punks bullying someone. I went to stop them, so I got injured."
Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing with surprise.
She had thought this kid loved money as much as his life and was an extremely selfish person.
She never thought he would risk his life to save someone?
Sensing something was off, Song Junzhu raised an eyebrow, her lazy tone carrying a hard-to-ignore sneer.
"A stranger? Or your little sweetheart?"
Lu Xing was startled, marveling at a woman's sharp sixth sense. She had actually guessed correctly!
But mentioning another woman in front of a woman was no less dangerous than biting a lighter.
So Lu Xing rephrased it.
"A classmate," he said with some annoyance. "I didn't want to go at first, I was afraid of hurting my face. But those punks were too scary, I was afraid someone would get killed."
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time. I won't let this face get hurt again."
Lu Xing lowered his eyes, exuding the aura of a pitiful little thing.
Clarify the relationship, explain the process, sincerely apologize—this smooth little combo made even Song Junzhu feel guilty!
Song Junzhu clearly fell for this.
After thinking for a moment, she simply picked up her phone and tapped it a couple of times.
"I've transferred ten thousand to you. Buy some good medicine. You are not allowed to injure this face."
Empty greetings are no match for a huge sum of money!
(TL: The title of the chapter. It's a popular saying meaning that practical help, like money, is far better than hollow words of concern.)
Lu Xing bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at Song Junzhu and said in pleasant surprise.
"You're not blaming me, are you, Professor Song?"
Being stared at by Lu Xing made Song Junzhu a little uncomfortable. A patch of pink slowly spread up her fair neck.
Fortunately, it was covered by her thick, curly hair, so it wasn't too obvious.
Lu Xing's vision was excellent. He saw that patch of pink, but he didn't say anything.
He was just a little surprised.
This damn psycho looks like a social butterfly, but she's actually so innocent?
We've barely gotten started, and she's already overheating?
Song Junzhu realized her physiological reaction was a bit of a giveaway, but she couldn't control her body's changes!
It's all Lu Xing's fault!
Having found the culprit, Song Junzhu flew into a rage from embarrassment and cursed.
"Don't think you can use this kind of thing to make me go soft on you!"
"You sold yourself to me, so you have to abide by the agreement. And your face is injured, which breaks the agreement, so..."
Song Junzhu regained the upper hand, her competitive spirit instantly satisfied.
Her slender hand pinched Lu Xing's cheek as she said slowly and dangerously.
"You have to accept your punishment."
Lu Xing's breath hitched. He instantly felt that this was not good.
Damn it!
What kind of new tormenting method has this damn psycho come up with now?!
"Look behind you."
Song Junzhu's lazy and malicious voice rang in his ear. Lu Xing turned to look at the back seat.
"A custom-made necklace."
"Do you like it?"
Lu Xing's face still maintained a smile.
"I like it."
Fuck, a miscalculation!
I underestimated this woman's level of crazy again!