Yang Feilong quickly learned the whole story from the roommates of Yang Qingqing and Luo Wenwen.
Luo Wenwen, since the beginning of the year, would go to a bar to work part-time every Saturday and Sunday, and her income was said to be quite substantial.
Not many people knew about this, only a few in the dormitory. Previously, Yang Qingqing had never gone, and today was her first time.
"Qingqing wanted to buy a mobile phone, so, so she begged Wenwen to take her to the bar to work as a waitress together..." Qingqing's roommate said, lowering her head.
Yang Feilong's face had already turned completely dark.
He was a little over a year older than his sister, and he also knew that his sister had wanted a mobile phone for a long time. Their family's financial situation wasn't good, but that wasn't the reason they hadn't bought her a phone; it was concern about her academic performance.
Too many people, who were originally good students, had seen their grades plummet after becoming obsessed with the internet.
Yang Feilong was now both worried and relieved. He worried that his sister would be taken advantage of at the bar, but he was relieved that she had only decided to work as a waitress at the bar today. It had only been a little over an hour since they were supposed to head to the bar, so there should still be time.
Although he hadn't seen his sister much in the years since he was seven or eight, his sister Yang Qingqing had always held a very important place in his heart. Now, feeling that his sister was about to go astray, he was extremely anxious.
Yang Feilong also managed to get Luo Wenwen's phone number. Yes, Luo Wenwen had a phone, but when he called, it showed as turned off!
This almost made Yang Feilong smash his phone in anger.
Then, he forced himself to calm down and said apologetically to Liu Yun, "Principal Liu, I'm sorry, I might not be able to visit your mother at your home today."
"Tomorrow would also be fine. Today, I'll go find them with you!" Liu Yun also expressed understanding, but then stated her own priority.
"No need, I'll go find them myself. You just focus on your own matters." Yang Feilong politely declined Liu Yun's offer to search for his sister together.
Who was Liu Yun? Even though she didn't know where Yang Qingqing and Luo Wenwen had gone together, she could guess it wasn't a good place, otherwise, their roommate wouldn't have hesitated to speak.
"If there's anything you need me to do, just say the word. After all, they are both my students. Making a small mistake isn't terrible, as long as it can be corrected in time," Liu Yun said after a moment of thought.
"It's nothing major," Yang Feilong managed a forced smile. "I'll let you know when I need your help."
"Okay," Liu Yun nodded.
After exchanging phone numbers with Liu Yun, Yang Feilong left. After leaving Lan Hai Seventh Middle School, he didn't ride the bicycle parked by the roadside, but instead chose to hail a taxi at the school gate. He was in a hurry now and naturally couldn't ride his bike, as it was too slow. He told the driver the destination and then checked the time. It was almost eleven in the morning.
"I hope it's not too late!" Yang Feilong prayed inwardly.
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Ye Ru Xue Bar.
This bar was open for almost twenty hours a day.
It closed at five or six in the morning and opened at ten in the morning. The four-hour break in between was for cleaning the bar.
Inside the bar.
The DJ's music played non-stop, and many people were dancing in the dance floor.
The bar was the liveliest and most bustling at night. Although it wasn't as lively as during the night, it was the weekend, and the daytime crowd was comparable to the weekday evening crowd.
"Xiao Qing, go take the drinks needed by table eight and then stay there," the bald manager of the bar said with a smile to Yang Qingqing, who looked nervous and uneasy. "You just need to serve them drinks. They give the most tips, so don't be nervous. Alright, go ahead!"
Yang Qingqing really wanted to escape this place because she felt out of place. She encouraged herself inwardly, "Yang Qingqing, Wenwen can do it, you're eighteen, you're an adult, you can do it too! For the phone you've always dreamed of, isn't it just serving drinks to customers? I can definitely do it!"
Earlier, she had seen Luo Wenwen carrying trays and drinks, acting completely at ease.
Then, with trembling legs, Yang Qingqing walked to table eight. Fortunately, it wasn't a private room, but a good spot in the main hall, otherwise, she didn't know if she would have had the courage to come over.
Table eight was a large table with about seven or eight people. One of them, who looked to be in his twenties, was clearly the "sugar daddy" Xu Shao, as mentioned by the bald manager.
Yang Qingqing saw Luo Wenwen not far away, serving tea and drinks. This task wasn't difficult at all. Luo Wenwen naturally saw Yang Qingqing and gave her an encouraging gesture.
"Come, little beauty, you're new, aren't you? Sit by my side and pour me a drink," Xu Cong said, appraising Yang Qingqing, his eyes flashing with a wicked gleam.
He had seen many beauties, and Luo Wenwen was one of them, not inferior to Yang Qingqing in appearance, but her attire was too mature, which he didn't quite like. However, the woman in front of him was different; she was pure to the extreme.
Just looking at her made one feel a desire to protect her. Such a woman, at a glance, could arouse men's covetousness!
"Beauty, don't be nervous. Will Young Master Xu eat you?" someone teased.
"Yeah, Young Master Xu has always been gentle with women."
"..."
Several people chattered and teased.
At this moment, Yang Qingqing deeply regretted her decision. She felt like a lamb that had fallen into a wolf's den, but she was somewhat in a predicament now.
She sat down with trepidation, her hands trembling as she poured Xu Cong a glass of wine. As she was about to hand it to him, Xu Cong reached out and touched her hand while taking the glass. The moment his hand touched hers, Yang Qingqing, who was already nervous, shivered violently. With a startled scream, she instinctively flung the full wine glass away. With a dull thud, the glass hit Xu Cong's face.
The crimson liquid flowed down Xu Cong's cheeks, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was blood or wine.