Mu Shinian also stopped in his tracks, his face turning pale, but his eyes were full of defiance, showing no sign that he thought he had done anything wrong because of these reasons.
He was only feeling utterly useless because he saw how busy his sister was trying to raise money for their grandfather’s surgery and he couldn’t help, so he found himself a tutoring job to help others with their studies. Although the money wasn’t much, he genuinely wanted to assist his sister!
Song Qiao naturally knew Mu Shinian wanted to take on so responsibility to help her, but she did not want him, who should be focused on his studies and playing basketball with kids his age, to start bearing such a heavy burden. These were not his to bear; he was still just a child.
Mu Shinian grew up before her eyes, and Song Qiao knew all too well how stubborn the child could be, that not even ten bulls could pull him back once he set his mind on sothing. Her hand, which had been hanging by her side, clenched involuntarily, and in the end, she could only look up at him and start speaking with a gentle voice, "Let’s go have dinner first, and stop tutoring after that, quit the job tomorrow!"
"But, sis, I..."
"Shinian!" She cut off what he was about to say, her voice serious yet affectionate, "You’re going to take the college entrance exam next year. All you need to do is concentrate on your studies. Grandfather also hopes that you can focus on your schooling and get into a university. If grandfather finds out you’ve been tutoring to pay for his surgery costs during the weekends, it would break his heart. Do you understand?"
Elder Mu has always hoped that Mu Shinian would get into the best university, and she naturally wished the sa.
Mu Shinian paused, but eventually nodded, "Sis, I understand. I’ll quit the job tomorrow, but... this money..."
"Keep it for yourself, buy so nice snacks!" Song Qiao naturally did not want his money, not because it was too little, but because it should belong to Mu Shinian himself, "Don’t just eat bread, and there’s no need to skimp on nutrition to save money!"
Mu Shinian obediently nodded his head, "I got it, sis!"
...
After having dinner with Mu Shinian in the city center, Song Qiao dropped him off at the Mu Mansion and then left. By the ti she got back to her rented room, it was already past eight in the evening.
The place Song Qiao and Ning Wan rented was in a relatively ordinary neighborhood in the city center. They initially rented a house from a couple moving abroad, hence always paying three years of rent at a ti, and they had just made a paynt six months ago, so they could still live there for another two and a half years with utilities already included.
The streets at night were busy with people coming and going, returning ho, or visiting the night market. Carrying her shoulder bag, Song Qiao walked onto the street. She had co back by bus, but she must have been so deep in thought just now that she missed her stop.
Fortunately, the next stop wasn’t too far from their neighborhood, around a fifteen-minute walk.
Her head was aching, not just because of Mu Shinian’s issues but also the pressing concern of their grandfather’s five hundred thousand surgery fee.
As she was about to reach the entrance of the neighborhood, her phone inside the shoulder bag suddenly rang. Without stopping, Song Qiao took out her phone to see that it was a call from a forr classmate.
Suddenly rembering she had asked for help finding a job, she slid to answer and held the phone to her ear. Instantly, the voice of a young girl ca from the other side.
"Is that you, Big Qiao? I’ve asked around for you. Night City here is looking for a nightclub host, if you’re free now you could co over and give it a try. I just talked to their manager, and the pay is fairly good! If so rich and generous bosses are happy, there’s even a tip!"
Song Qiao was elated and nodded fervently, "That’s great, I’m free now and can co right away."
The girl chuckled, "Alright then, I’ll wait for you at the entrance of Night City!"
"Thank you so much!" Song Qiao said sincerely.
After hanging up the phone, the previously smile-less face of Song Qiao imdiately brightened into a smile. Although she wasn’t sure what the pay was like on the other side, she understood that Night City was one of the most famous and luxurious entertainnt venues in An City, and she was sowhat familiar with the role of a nightclub host as ntioned by the girl—the kind that needed to lead the atmosphere in a club.
To put it in nicer terms, it’s a host; to put it bluntly, it’s putting on a smile in front of those rich folks.
Since this was a rare opportunity, Song Qiao took a taxi there directly. Even though the fare was expensive, if she landed the job, the inco might not be enough to cover grandpa’s surgery, but it would certainly be a sizable inco.
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