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The manager still thought he must have misheard. What was going on here?

Could number thirteen’s skills really be that impressive?

But of course, he knew the name Xu Mu.

A notorious playboy in Jiang City—no matter if it was this manager or even the boss here, no one dared to provoke him.

Since the customer was here to spend money, he had to be treated like royalty.

“All right, Young Master Xu, follow me. I’ll arrange a private room for you right away.”

The manager hurried to the front desk to give some instructions, then led Xu Mu and his group upstairs.

The burly men trailing behind Xu Mu all wore smiles.

They had originally expected a fight, but instead, Xu Mu had brought them here for a foot massage.

Still, they were used to this kind of thing.

Xu Mu certainly had his flaws, but he had plenty of good points too—like being extremely generous to them.

Under the manager’s guidance, Xu Mu and his entourage arrived at a private room.

Calling it a private room was a bit generous—it only fit about eight people.

“Young Master Xu, this is our largest room. Should I find you a bigger one by inviting more people?” the manager asked with a forced smile.

“No need. We can stand in line,” Xu Mu replied coolly.

“All right, then I’ll leave you to it. Number thirteen will be here soon,” the manager said before departing.

Just as he reached the stairwell, he spotted a woman with permed hair in uniform standing there.

It was none other than Li Shuang—the same woman who had been Wang Biao’s blind date earlier.

“Manager Wu,” Li Shuang greeted the middle-aged man with a flattering smile.

“There are big shots inside. Make sure you serve them well!” Manager Wu warned. “Or you’ll regret it!”

Hearing this, Li Shuang nodded eagerly. If she could curry favor with such important people, who would want to do these menial jobs in the future?

She stood at the door of the private room, adjusted her clothes, and pushed the door open with a smile.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m number thirteen’s technician, Xiao Shuang...”

Li Shuang began speaking, but her face suddenly changed, turning as pale as paper.

The room, meant for eight, was packed with people—mostly burly men.

Wang Biao and Xu Mu were seated at the far end.

When Wang Biao saw the woman, his eyes went wide with shock.

He finally understood why Xu Mu had been making such a big deal out of this.

It seemed that during lunch, when he and Li Shuang had eaten together, Xu Mu had already secretly investigated her background.

That was why he had been so angry in the car earlier.

[Favorability +10]

A black text appeared above Wang Biao’s head.

He was an honest man. He disliked many things Xu Mu had done before.

But Xu Shou was his benefactor.

When Xu Shou spent a fortune to save his grandmother, Wang Biao had decided to pledge his life to him.

His obedience to Xu Mu wasn’t out of respect or affection—it was simply because of Xu Shou’s orders.

Xu Shou told him to protect Xu Mu, so he would guard him with his life.

But seeing this scene today, and reflecting on everything before, Wang Biao finally understood that while Xu Mu might not be good to others, he was very good to him.

“Gentlemen, welcome. May I ask who placed the order for service?” Li Shuang said, her face suddenly paling.

Because she had spotted Wang Biao sitting at the far end.

“We all did,” came the reply.

Xu Mu walked over and said, “You must have spent quite a bit on food today, right? Let’s help you boost your sales. You serve old Wang first.”

Li Shuang’s face darkened. She hadn’t expected these people to find out so easily where she worked.

“Why aren’t you moving?”

Seeing Li Shuang frozen in place, Xu Mu reminded her.

At that moment, Li Shuang wished she could just disappear into the ground.

“Old Wang, let me be honest with you. A bride price of 380,000 yuan doesn’t guarantee she’ll even wash your feet after you marry her.”

Xu Mu glanced at Wang Biao sitting in the corner and chuckled, “Now, for just 380 yuan, you can get the full experience.”

Wang Biao sighed in relief. If it weren’t for Xu Mu helping to verify her identity, he might still be in the dark.

“Wang Biao! You… you’re deliberately embarrassing me!”

Li Shuang’s face turned pale. Every word from Xu Mu felt like a heavy blow, striking deep at her heart.

“Enough talk, come wash my feet.”

Wang Biao said coldly.

“No way!”

Li Shuang was proud and couldn’t bear such humiliation.

Just as she was about to leave, the door to the private room was pushed open. A bald man in a suit bent slightly as he stepped inside.

“Young Master Xu, I heard some arguing here. What’s going on?”

This bald man had been called over by Manager Wu, who had specifically instructed him to make sure everyone inside was well taken care of.

“What’s wrong with your technicians here? Why aren’t they serving us?”

Xu Mu asked coldly, “We didn’t ask her to do anything else, just wash feet. And she refuses?”

The bald man’s expression immediately darkened. He stepped up to Li Shuang and demanded, “What’s your problem?”

“They… they’re deliberately humiliating me, making me wash feet for so many people.”

Li Shuang seemed scared of the bald man and whispered.

“They’re here to help you with your business, right? One commission of 150 yuan, and more than thirty people. You’re still not happy?”

The bald man sneered at Li Shuang, “What, have you been taken out so many times lately that you’ve started looking down on this small money?”

“No… no.”

Li Shuang nervously glanced at Wang Biao.

“Oh? So this woman can be taken out? What’s the price?”

Xu Mu asked upon hearing this.

“Young Master Xu, that depends on both parties. Our shop is legitimate and doesn’t offer that kind of service,”

the bald man explained with a smile, “But I heard her price recently reached two thousand yuan.”

“Recently? What do you mean?” Xu Mu asked.

“She used to be cheap, but after plastic surgery and bone shaving, she’s become more beautiful, so naturally the price went up.”

The bald man didn’t dare hide anything and answered honestly.

Hearing this, both Li Shuang and Wang Biao’s expressions grew increasingly ugly.

Li Shuang’s pride was being trampled bit by bit.

Wang Biao felt like all the money he had spent before was thrown away.

Twenty thousand yuan could have taken her out ten times already.

His gratitude toward Xu Mu now flowed like an endless river.

[Affection +30]

“We are decent people here, just come to get a foot massage. Tell your people to get moving—we’re in a hurry.”

Xu Mu said to the bald man.

“Yes, Young Master Xu.”

The bald man pointed at Li Shuang and barked, “Get moving! Do you still want to keep your job?”

Li Shuang shrank back in fear, only able to nod slightly.

Carrying the wooden bucket, Li Shuang approached Wang Biao and lowered her head to begin washing his feet.

Wang Biao looked at Li Shuang before him, his once arrogant demeanor completely gone, replaced by a hint of pity.

But, a pitiful person always has something detestable about them.

This kind of woman, still daring to make so many demands—he even began to feel sympathy for the man who would marry her someday.

“Xu Mu, I’m done.”

Wang Biao didn’t want to stay here any longer.

“All right, everyone else line up. Today, it’s on me,” Xu Mu announced to the crowd around them.

“Thanks, Young Master Xu,” the people around him replied with smiles and nods.

Seeing Xu Mu and Wang Biao leave, the crowd called out, “Goodbye, Young Master Xu! Goodbye, Biao!”

Li Shuang’s eyes suddenly lit up. What was going on here?

Could it be that Wang Biao was hiding his true identity—that he was actually someone important?