"Oh." Song Zhike laughed with a hint of mischief, "It seems the woman from last night was quite impressive, to have worn Mr. Qin out like this."
Su Jiuyi, hearing this teasing remark and recalling her own encounter with Shi Aoju last night, blushed furiously.
"Where’s your mind at?" Qin Shaobai tossed a fork next to the dinner plate toward Song Zhike, hitting the bread on the plate in front of him, "I ended up playing bartender last night, mixing drinks for Qi Jingren all evening."
Qi Jingren?
Hearing Qin Shaobai ntion Qi Jingren’s na, Su Jiuyi raised her head in confusion, casting a scrutinizing glance at him.
He looks sowhat familiar...
Seems like he was the man watching Qi Jingren sleep at the bar two days ago.
"You were bartending, what was she doing?" Song Zhike asked.
"She used three phones to play that ga you developed all night," Qin Shaobai said, wearing a look of defeat.
Shi Aoju, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, "She’s supposedly Ciaos’ signature bartender, can your drinks compare to hers?"
"What signature? Those old lechers are clearly just drawn to her looks, not her drinks," Qin Shaobai sneered, propping his chin lazily, his face full of vexation, "Every ti I think of her chatting and laughing flirtatiously with those old lechers, I just want to fire her imdiately."
Qin Shaobai has shares in Ciaos, so he has certain rights when it cos to firing employees.
"Hmm." Shi Aoju nodded, "Do as you please."
"I’d advise against it," Song Zhike quickly said, "Since she likes that job, don’t disturb her, you know her temper. Anyway, no one dares to cross the line with her, so you don’t need to worry."
Su Jiuyi, listening and feeling completely lost, thought that Qi Jingren seed familiar with this group, yet she’d never heard her ntion it, so she figured she’d ask Qi Jingren in person when she got the chance.
At this mont, Song Zhike, who was sitting with his back to the group of maids, suddenly turned around and said to Su Jiuyi, who was holding a bread tray, "Please bring two more slices of bread, thank you."
Lowering her head, Su Jiuyi felt a tingling in her scalp from anxiety upon hearing this. If she went over, she would surely be discovered, let alone the fact that she didn’t want Su Manning to know she was working here as a maid.
After hesitating for a mont, she forced herself to walk over, carefully placing the tray in front of Song Zhike.
Seeing her pause, Song Zhike picked up the tongs beside him, grabbed two slices of bread, and put them on his plate, then smiled and said, "Su Jiuyi, as a maid, you must be diligent. Tasks like grabbing bread shouldn’t be done by the guests themselves."
Hearing Song Zhike call her na, Su Jiuyi’s hand trembled fiercely, almost sending the bread flying off the tray.
She glanced at Song Zhike, then at Qin Shaobai and Shi Aoju, and finally said, "I’m sorry."
"I know you’re here. Jue told about it." Song Zhike lowered his voice due to the many people around, "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Su Manning."
Realizing that he had guessed her thoughts, Su Jiuyi nodded, expressed her thanks, and quickly backed away.
Along the way, her peripheral vision caught Shi Aoju’s gaze fixed on her since she brought the bread over, making her palm sweat with tension.
Breakfast finally ended, and the maids filed out of the dining room in an orderly line. Su Jiuyi dragged her feet lethargically, as if she had been through so torture.
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