Chapter 7: I'm A Professional Mistress

Qin Mo woke up a bit late the next day.

This was not about the time, but as a working person, it was a feeling Qin Mo had from the moment of waking up.

It was actually just 9:55 AM—yet this was already very late for Qin Mo.

As the times changed, public relations gradually became so-called "firefighters." In the developed network era, bad news about some companies could pop up at any time.

Qin Mo had not been a vice president for long. Previously, when she was still a team leader, she often encountered “troublemakers,” and might have to work overtime at any moment to rush drafts and help companies “clean up their image” afterward.

So, being able to sleep until 9:55 AM was simply too rare.

In short, it was not until Qin Mo stretched comfortably and fully woke up that she suddenly realized something was wrong.

No, it was more than just wrong!

She was completely naked! And... the surrounding furniture seemed off!

Her hand fumbled around in the bedding for a bit, and Qin Mo's heart instantly sank. This was not her bed!

She had moved in a hurry, and the bed sheets she bought at a nearby supermarket were not this soft.

Qin Mo immediately sat up, holding the quilt.

Where... is this?

From the decor, it did not look like a hotel. The room layout, though, did resemble her rented apartment.

Wait! Qin Mo suddenly remembered, had not Cheng Xiao brought her back last night? How... did she end up in a place like this?

There seemed to be a sticky, slippery wetness between her legs, and Qin Mo had a bad premonition.

She spread her legs, intending to touch the inside to confirm, but when she moved her legs, she felt a soreness at the base of her thighs.

It's over... Qin Mo was not an inexperienced girl; she immediately understood that she probably had a one-night stand with someone.

Her emotions instantly became mixed. Qin Mo bit her lip, not knowing what to think for a moment.

Last night, Cheng Xiao accompanied Qin Mo to drink. Because she had been mocked by a mistress as frigid before, Qin Mo vented to Cheng Xiao after drinking a bit too much.

At that time, she seemed to have drunkenly set a goal: to find a new lover a hundred times, a thousand times better than Zhang Minsheng.

As a result, today she discovered she had a one-night stand in a muddle... does this count as fate granting her wish?

With a self-deprecating curl of her lips, Qin Mo suddenly realized that having a "new lover" did not actually make her happy.

Instead, she felt more loss and sadness, and even a bit of unease.

But these emotions were quickly suppressed by Qin Mo's professional instincts. Naked, she quickly considered how to clean up after herself.

However, before Qin Mo could come up with a proper plan, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"You're awake?"

Wearing home clothes and an apron, Shen Jin appeared at the door, holding a bag from an Italian high-end custom clothing brand.

"..."

The moment Qin Mo saw Shen Jin, her pupils slightly contracted, and she was instantly stunned.

Her... one-night stand was with a woman?!

Shocked by this unexpected reality, Qin Mo also noticed Shen Jin's face.

Honestly, the woman in front of her was very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is unforgettable.

But at first glance, it was not her beauty that was memorable, but... her scar.

A thin, long, and undisguised scar slanted from the center of her brow to her right cheek.

That originally beautiful face now carried another kind of feeling—one of slight danger and fierceness.

Qin Mo did not know why she had so many thoughts about this "one-night stand" partner. At this moment, she suddenly thought of a certain mysterious animal that lived on the plateau.

The snow leopard, the most enigmatic "big cat" of the snow-covered plateau, a beautiful, precious, and very dangerous animal.

With the image of the snow leopard in her mind, Qin Mo sat on the bed in a daze. Shen Jin then placed the bag with the clean clothes on the bedside table and waved her hand in front of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo looked at Shen Jin with slight confusion.

"There are clean clothes in the bag, and there are new toothpaste, toothbrush, and towels in the bathroom," Shen Jin said with a very gentle smile on her face. "Get up and freshen up, I made some food."

Qin Mo squeezed the quilt in embarrassment and managed to force a smile. "Hmm..."

Shen Jin smiled again, said nothing more, and walked out.

After the door closed again, Qin Mo sat on the bed in a daze for a full half-minute before pinching the back of her hand.

Hiss, it really hurts.

….

She had to say, meeting a one-night stand partner again after becoming sober was incredibly awkward.

Especially when Qin Mo suddenly realized that, after such a long time since graduation, it was the first time someone other than her parents had made breakfast for her.

Something her husband had never done in three years of marriage was done by a one-night stand partner... It was simply absurd.

However, Qin Mo had no appetite. Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, she just found it laughable.

After a while, Qin Mo took a deep breath and discarded the uncomfortable and distressing feelings.

She decided to cut through the nonsense and confront the woman who claimed to be Shen Jin directly.

"Uh... we had sex yesterday."

Qin Mo tried to adopt a "friends with benefits" attitude to show her openness and nonchalance.

"So, as you know, we don’t have any responsibility toward each other, which means..." Qin Mo carefully chose her words, "We won't have any other relationship in the future."

In simpler terms, she was preparing to "pull up her pants and deny everything" and "be heartless after sex." Shen Jin understood her meaning, but...

"Ms. Qin might not remember?" Shen Jin innocently blinked. "You clearly said last night that you wanted to support me."

What? Support?

Qin Mo was once again shocked by herself.

"I...said that?"

Shen Jin nodded heavily.

"You did say that, and you even praised my skills."

"..."

Qin Mo was thoroughly defeated by her drunken self. So, she had been so shameless when drunk?

But her mind was indeed a bit foggy. Qin Mo looked at Shen Jin, whose face clearly said "You actually didn't keep your word," and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, she asked, "Do you... not have a job?"

"I am a professional mistress."

Shen Jin immediately presented the line she had prepared.

"I have a good reputation and professional ethics. I won’t casually reveal the information of my benefactor. Also, not only are my skills excellent, but my rates are also very reasonable."

With a self-promotion that could rival a louse, Shen Jin even professionally introduced her service range and confidentiality agreements.

Qin Mo’s eyelid twitched. She really did not expect her worldview to be shattered in just one morning.

She knew about mistresses, but this was the first time she had encountered someone who made being a mistress a profession and seemed to take pride in it.

"Uh..." Qin Mo had a headache. "I actually didn’t intend to support a mistress."

"But you said last night that you wanted to support me," Shen Jin insisted, "We even settled on the price."

Price? Qin Mo was shocked again.

“How... how much did I say?"

Shen Jin held up two fingers and bent them pitifully.

"You bargained with me and finally agreed on twenty thousand a month."

“…”

Qin Mo was speechless. Shen Jin, reading her expression, tried to offer, "If you think it's too expensive, I can give a discount. How about fifteen thousand?"

"..."

Fifteen thousand, in a big city like Licheng could only cover basic needs.

And given Qin Mo's after-tax annual salary of about two hundred thousand, it was indeed quite cheap.

But the idea of keeping a mistress...

In the past, Qin Mo would have sneered at such a thing. However, now, she inexplicably thought of that mistress.

Wasn't she the one who arrogantly mocked her for being frigid and unloved?

By a strange twist of fate, Qin Mo decided to actually go through with it.

She was frigid, but she had money.

In this world, with money, one could do as they pleased. Why should she be concerned about someone like Zhang Minsheng? Moreover, it was not up to a mistress to mock her!

Her thoughts changed rapidly in an instant. Qin Mo finally looked at Shen Jin and said, "Alright, I will give you twenty thousand a month. I will cover the rent, utilities, and other expenses."

"Okay," Shen Jin smiled. "But I have one condition."

Qin Mo thought it would be something related to a car or a house.

"Go ahead."

Shen Jin curved her lips into a smile and suddenly stepped forward, grabbing Qin Mo's hands and pinning them against the wall.

"The condition is," Shen Jin tilted her head, lightly touching Qin Mo's earlobe with her lips, "I want to have sex with you every day."

"You!"

The sudden explicitness made Qin Mo blush instantly. She tried to struggle but found herself pinned down, and this woman...

She was so tall, probably over 175.

Her thoughts suddenly wandered, and Qin Mo momentarily lost focus, causing her wrists to relax. Shen Jin then released her.

“Ms. Qin, keeping a mistress is not like keeping a pet," Shen Jin raised an eyebrow, her smile holding a hint of danger. "My main job is to accompany you to bed."

"You... you can choose a different service," Qin Mo frowned. "Aren’t you supposed to meet the benefactor’s demands?"

She thought Shen Jin would agree, but Shen Jin, who had just had a melancholic expression, shook her head.

"I primarily provide sexual services," Shen Jin insisted on her principle. "So, Ms. Qin should think carefully before keeping me."

She suddenly moved closer to Qin Mo, who was so nervous she had to press her back against the wall.

In Shen Jin's deep, dark eyes was a mesmerizing allure, as enchanting as a poppy.

"I think... I could treat Ms. Qin's frigidity," Shen Jin’s voice carried a husky, seductive tone, "After all, we were so compatible in bed yesterday~"

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