National School Prince is a Girl - V1C33
1. Hacker Queen Becomes a High School Student
2. Old Fu Jiu No More
3. F*uck off!
4. Payback
5. Hypocrisy Is Intolerable
6. I Need Money!
7. Friend Request Rejected!
8. Deal!
9. Just Smiling...
10. Counter-Hacking
11. The Hug
12. Nice Body, Bro!
13. Found Him!
14. K.O.
15. Whatever
16. Guilt and Anger
17. Mother-and-Daughter duo
18. The Internet Cafe
19. Where is Spade Z?
20. Do You Have A Secret Crush On Me?
21. Karma
22. Sorry Not Sorry
23. The noose is tightening
24. Scumbags
25. Let’s Have a Gay Meeting!?
26. Are you a boy or a girl?
27. Xue Yaoyao’s Buns
28. Aiya!
29. Just a meeting
30. Surprise!
31. I’m Spade Z, Fu Jiu
32. Dumplings
33. Call me 'Lord Jiu'
34. Ten Lobsters for Lord Jiu
35. Men's Room or Women's Room?
Chapter 33: Call me 'Lord Jiu'
The dinner venue was a highly-rated hotel, the most luxurious
place in Jiang City. It sparkled with lights and was ornately decorated,
featuring hundreds of wine glasses hanging from the ceiling. The waitstaff
wore formal black-and-white uniforms and provided exceptional service. As
soon as Qin Mo's car pulled up, someone rushed to greet him—none other than
the hotel lobby manager.
"CEO Qin, the rooftop garden you reserved has been prepared. Today's Australian lobster is fresh, and the Arctic shellfish is excellent as well..." The manager said.
Qin Mo acknowledged him tersely and replied, "You can ask him and see what he wants."
The lobby manager hesitated, his gaze reluctantly shifting to Fu Jiu. He had been fine until he saw her. His heart nearly skipped a beat. This was Fu Jiu, the black sheep of the Fu family! Whenever they visited the hotel, they flaunted their wealth and had horrible manners. In reality, they were typical nouveaux riches. Why was she with the CEO? And why was CEO Qin asking for her opinion on the order?
Fu Jiu quickly sensed the manager's thoughts. She was no stranger to the hotel, having visited frequently. The manager likely remembered her well, possibly even placing her on a blacklist due to her family's antics.
"Lobster, then," Fu Jiu decided with a smile, a glint in her eyes revealing her fondness for luxury. The lobby manager discreetly noted her order.
Qin Mo, who was walking ahead, turned slightly and said in an indifferent tone, "You like lobster?"
Fu Jiu held her lollipop loosely in her mouth and didn't deny it. Qin Mo then ordered tersely, "Ten lobsters, all for him."
The lobby manager was left speechless. "Yes, sir." That was the most difficult "yes" the lobby manager ever had to say. Although he was astonished inside, he was skilled at reading people. When he raised his head again, he wore a smile. "Young Master Fu, is there anything else you would like? I will have them serve it."
"Young Master Fu?" Fu Jiu paused, her voice reflecting surprise. "I don’t really like that name. It tends to confuse me with others. Isn’t there another Young Master Fu who comes here often?"
The lobby manager wanted to argue that there was no risk of confusion; the other Young Master Fu was an extremely well-mannered straight-A student, and anyone could tell them apart. However, with the CEO present, he couldn’t say that. So, he reluctantly explained, "That, that..."
"Call me Lord Jiu." Fu Jiu pulled out her lollipop, still holding her skateboard under her arm. She laughed loudly, radiating arrogance.
The lobby manager's mouth twitched as he held back laughter. "What?" Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Manager Li, are you unwilling to comply?"
The lobby manager glanced at the CEO, Qin Mo, whose eyes were cold.
"Fu Jiu."
"Hm?" Fu Jiu raised her head and winked at Almighty Qin, who was nearby. She feigned innocence, but her arrogance was unmistakable.
"Don’t take it too far." Qin Mo turned slightly, pressing down on her head with one hand. His voice was low, both commanding and magnetic, with his breath brushing against Fu Jiu's left ear. "This is still my territory."
Exactly! The lobby manager wanted to let out a cold scoff, but when he glanced at the CEO again, he caught a glimpse of Qin Mo’s icy gaze.
"Manager Li, it’s just a name. Call him what he wants. Don’t make me teach you how to serve a guest."
This was not what the lobby manager had expected. Shouldn’t the CEO be telling this nouveau riche to leave? Why was the CEO supporting him instead? He stood frozen.
"But, but..."
"But what?" Qin Mo lifted his gaze, placed his left hand on his belt, and said with an air of elegant superiority, "Do it."
The lobby manager trembled and lowered his head. "Lord Jiu."
"Good boy. Now go get the lobsters." Fu Jiu nodded at him.
Fu Jiu remembered how dismissive and condescending the lobby manager had been towards her mother in the past. While she acknowledged that her past self's mistakes were far from perfect, the key point today wasn't about her behavior, since she was no longer the spoiled, full-of-anger child she had been. The core issue was that no one should be insulted, mocked, or looked down upon because of their background. It didn’t matter whether someone was rich or poor, from a city or a rural area, or wore Uma Yang, XimonLee, or ShuShu Tong[i]. If a guest could afford to dine at an upscale restaurant, the staff should behave professionally, regardless of appearance, genre, or upbringing.
The lobby manager had clearly failed in this respect when interacting with her mother previously. He needed to learn a lesson.
"CEO Qin, the rooftop garden you reserved has been prepared. Today's Australian lobster is fresh, and the Arctic shellfish is excellent as well..." The manager said.
Qin Mo acknowledged him tersely and replied, "You can ask him and see what he wants."
The lobby manager hesitated, his gaze reluctantly shifting to Fu Jiu. He had been fine until he saw her. His heart nearly skipped a beat. This was Fu Jiu, the black sheep of the Fu family! Whenever they visited the hotel, they flaunted their wealth and had horrible manners. In reality, they were typical nouveaux riches. Why was she with the CEO? And why was CEO Qin asking for her opinion on the order?
Fu Jiu quickly sensed the manager's thoughts. She was no stranger to the hotel, having visited frequently. The manager likely remembered her well, possibly even placing her on a blacklist due to her family's antics.
"Lobster, then," Fu Jiu decided with a smile, a glint in her eyes revealing her fondness for luxury. The lobby manager discreetly noted her order.
Qin Mo, who was walking ahead, turned slightly and said in an indifferent tone, "You like lobster?"
Fu Jiu held her lollipop loosely in her mouth and didn't deny it. Qin Mo then ordered tersely, "Ten lobsters, all for him."
The lobby manager was left speechless. "Yes, sir." That was the most difficult "yes" the lobby manager ever had to say. Although he was astonished inside, he was skilled at reading people. When he raised his head again, he wore a smile. "Young Master Fu, is there anything else you would like? I will have them serve it."
"Young Master Fu?" Fu Jiu paused, her voice reflecting surprise. "I don’t really like that name. It tends to confuse me with others. Isn’t there another Young Master Fu who comes here often?"
The lobby manager wanted to argue that there was no risk of confusion; the other Young Master Fu was an extremely well-mannered straight-A student, and anyone could tell them apart. However, with the CEO present, he couldn’t say that. So, he reluctantly explained, "That, that..."
"Call me Lord Jiu." Fu Jiu pulled out her lollipop, still holding her skateboard under her arm. She laughed loudly, radiating arrogance.
The lobby manager's mouth twitched as he held back laughter. "What?" Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. "Manager Li, are you unwilling to comply?"
The lobby manager glanced at the CEO, Qin Mo, whose eyes were cold.
"Fu Jiu."
"Hm?" Fu Jiu raised her head and winked at Almighty Qin, who was nearby. She feigned innocence, but her arrogance was unmistakable.
"Don’t take it too far." Qin Mo turned slightly, pressing down on her head with one hand. His voice was low, both commanding and magnetic, with his breath brushing against Fu Jiu's left ear. "This is still my territory."
Exactly! The lobby manager wanted to let out a cold scoff, but when he glanced at the CEO again, he caught a glimpse of Qin Mo’s icy gaze.
"Manager Li, it’s just a name. Call him what he wants. Don’t make me teach you how to serve a guest."
This was not what the lobby manager had expected. Shouldn’t the CEO be telling this nouveau riche to leave? Why was the CEO supporting him instead? He stood frozen.
"But, but..."
"But what?" Qin Mo lifted his gaze, placed his left hand on his belt, and said with an air of elegant superiority, "Do it."
The lobby manager trembled and lowered his head. "Lord Jiu."
"Good boy. Now go get the lobsters." Fu Jiu nodded at him.
Fu Jiu remembered how dismissive and condescending the lobby manager had been towards her mother in the past. While she acknowledged that her past self's mistakes were far from perfect, the key point today wasn't about her behavior, since she was no longer the spoiled, full-of-anger child she had been. The core issue was that no one should be insulted, mocked, or looked down upon because of their background. It didn’t matter whether someone was rich or poor, from a city or a rural area, or wore Uma Yang, XimonLee, or ShuShu Tong[i]. If a guest could afford to dine at an upscale restaurant, the staff should behave professionally, regardless of appearance, genre, or upbringing.
The lobby manager had clearly failed in this respect when interacting with her mother previously. He needed to learn a lesson.
[i] Uma Yang is a famous Haute Couture designer. XimonLee is an avant-garde international designer (raised in China). ShuShu Tong is a famous contemporary ready-to-wear label from Shanghai.
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