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I quickly called out to him, "Yi Jun."
He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me.
"That bracelet..."
He paused for a moment, then nodded, "Mm."
"As long as you remember."
A hint of a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Luo Lan, why do you think I would always remember you?"
I was left speechless.
Yi Jun looked at me coldly, "Luo Lan, you are too full of yourself."
I lowered my head and softly said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm not here to hear your apology."
I bit my lip, "Then what do you want?"
He stared at me for a while, then slowly walked towards me.
I instinctively took a step back.
"What? Afraid of me?"
I shook my head, "No."
He reached out his hand towards me, and I instinctively closed my eyes.
Yi Jun's hand froze in mid-air and after a long time, he slowly withdrew it.
"You've been drinking."
I bent down and started to cough.
Yi Jun stood by, watching coldly: "Luo Lan, if you don't take care of your body, you might as well die early."
I coughed so hard that I couldn't speak.
"Luo Lan, how did you become like this?"
I covered my mouth, trying hard not to cough: "What I have become has nothing to do with you."
Yi Jun sneered: "Of course it has nothing to do with me."
A taxi stopped in front of me.
"Haitian Club."
As I said this, I opened the car door and was about to get in when Yi Jun grabbed my arm.
"Haitian Club? What are you going there for?"
I forcefully shook off his hand: "What does it have to do with you?"
Yi Jun said coldly: "Luo Lan, don't tell me you're doing that kind of work now."
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my inner anger: "What kind of work?"
Yi Jun looked at me and said word by word: "Dirty work."
"Slap—"
I used all my strength to slap him.
Yi Jun's left cheek quickly turned red and swollen.
He reached up to touch it, then looked at me: "Luo Lan, I have a job for you. The monthly salary is fifty thousand; if you do well, it can be a hundred thousand. Are you willing to do it?"
I gritted my teeth and said: "I am not willing!"
Yi Jun chuckled lightly, "Luo Lan, don't pretend to be high and mighty in front of me. Your previous life was supported by your father's money; what dignity do you have left?"
I sneered, "Yi Jun, do you even know what you sound like right now?"
"What do I sound like?"
"Like a self-righteous fool."
Yi Jun: "..."
I ignored him and got into the car.
The car drove to the bottom of Haitian Club, and I paid before getting out.
Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach.
I quickly crouched down, clutching my belly.
Cold sweat instantly soaked my shirt.
I was in so much pain that I could hardly breathe.
"Lanlan, what's wrong with you?"
Xiaolin's worried face appeared in front of me.
I forced a smile, "I'm fine..."
"Why are you sweating so much?"
"My stomach hurts a bit."
She hurriedly helped me into the club.
Xiaolin is the finance manager here.
"Drink some water first."
Xiaolin poured me a glass of water.
I took a sip, but the pain intensified.
I suddenly stood up and rushed to the bathroom.
"Ugh—"
I leaned over the sink, vomiting uncontrollably.
Xiaolin patted my back, choking back tears as she said, "Lanlan, why do you have to suffer like this? You've sacrificed so much for Yi Jun, and what did he do? He doesn't even look at you without feeling disgusted!"
I rinsed my mouth and calmly said, "I won't bother him anymore."
"What are you planning to do then?"
"Look for a job."
"Look for a job?"
I nodded. "I need to make money now."
Xiaolin was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll help you."
"Thank you."
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
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