This Bad Luck is Awesome!

Chen Mo wandered around the dance academy for a bit, asking a few students some questions.

Shen Qingying was quite famous at her school.

From the day she first enrolled, her photos had been posted on the campus’s "confession wall."

She was then crowned the undisputed belle of the dance academy.

From her freshman to her senior year, new beauties arrived every year.

But even in a dance academy packed with beautiful women, no one ever threatened her status as campus belle.

According to one of the senior girls, Shen Qingying had been pretty normal during her freshman and sophomore years.

While she never got too close to any guys, refused to do pas de deux with them, and rejected all her many suitors, she at least had normal conversations and interactions with them.

But starting from her junior year, for some unknown reason, she was rarely seen interacting with guys at all.

Over time, rumors started spreading that she wasn’t into men, but preferred women.

Since she never clarified, everyone just assumed she’d tacitly confirmed it.

A student told him that Shen Qingying’s life at school was very simple.

She mostly hung out with her close female friends.

There were never any rumors about her and any particular guy.

As for what she did outside of school, no one knew.

Back at the school gate, he sat in his car again.

Chen Mo sent her a WeChat message.

The story about her at school was basically the same as what she’d told him.

Her private life was simple and clean.

As for her life outside of school, he could guess.

It was nothing more than splitting the cost of hotel rooms for photoshoots, building a persona, all to find a man who met her standards and requirements.

Not long after, Shen Qingying opened his car door and slid into the passenger seat once more.

As the door closed, a wave of her fragrance washed over him.

"Have some water."

She passed him a bottle of mineral water with a bright smile, having already twisted the cap open for him.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo took the bottle and had a sip.

"I wasn’t lying, was I?"

Shen Qingying brought it up in a playful tone.

"Your persona is certainly very clean."

Chen Mo smiled and replied, also joking.

"The richer a man is, the more he cares about reputation. And all men like clean women."

Shen Qingying glanced at Chen Mo with her beautiful eyes and smiled faintly.

’Only something clean and pure can fetch a high price.’

It was an ugly thought, but she saw the world with perfect clarity.

"If you really did find someone who meets your standards, what do you envision for your future?"

Chen Mo asked, his tone full of meaning.

"To be a good, obedient Canary. When her master wants to play, she’ll happily oblige. She’ll be there to keep him company whenever and wherever he calls."

"When her master doesn’t have time for her, she’ll just enjoy a wealthy life, free from worries about food or clothing."

"She’ll practice her dancing occasionally to maintain her figure and flexibility. On other days, she’ll go out shopping, eat good food, have some drinks, and hang out with her female friends."

"No more worrying about work or life, no more splitting the cost of rooms for photoshoots, no more being a wannabe socialite..."

A series of fantasies flickered in Shen Qingying’s beautiful eyes. What she described was her image of a perfect future.

She didn’t want to do anything else; she just wanted to enter an early retirement.

To be a good, obedient Canary.

After hearing her vision for the future, Chen Mo couldn’t help but look at her with a smile.

’Once you take a shortcut, you never want to take the long way again, huh?’

Still, this kind of obedient Canary who just wanted to enjoy life was exactly his type.

What he feared were the foolish Canaries who were always scheming to rise above their station.

"Sounds good."

Chen Mo nodded in approval.

"So, can I get to know you now?"

Shen Qingying looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity.

She still knew nothing about Chen Mo.

"You can. But it’s time for dinner. Let’s go eat. We can talk while we eat."

Chen Mo checked the time and started the car.

’He knew enough about Shen Qingying now. It was time to show her a bit of what he was capable of.’

"Okay."

Shen Qingying naturally had no objections. Dinner was indeed a good opportunity to talk.

Chen Mo stepped on the gas and drove her to Boss Yang’s restaurant.

"Is this a three-star Michelin restaurant?"

Shen Qingying recognized the place; she had heard of it before.

Besides people splitting the cost of a presidential suite for photos, others did the same with restaurants.

But she had never been.

The cost of splitting a meal here was too high.

’Yet here I am, having just met Chen Mo, and he’s already taking me to eat here.’

’This is the difference between a real socialite and a wannabe.’

’No, wait. I’m not a real socialite yet, because I still don’t know anything about Chen Mo.’

’And Chen Mo hasn’t even agreed to anything yet.’

"Yeah. Let’s go in."

Chen Mo walked ahead, leading her into the restaurant.

"Mr. Chen, welcome! The usual table?"

The waiter greeted Chen Mo warmly the moment he saw him.

At the same time, he noticed Shen Qingying behind him, and a flash of awe crossed his eyes at her stunning beauty.

’Mr. Chen has brought at least three other women this beautiful to eat here, hasn’t he?’

’Including this one, that makes four.’

’Rich men really are never short of beautiful women.’

’Even a goddess-level beauty like her is just another disposable conquest for Mr. Chen.’

"Yes."

Chen Mo nodded.

The waiter then led them to the table Chen Mo usually occupied.

After they were seated, Shen Qingying watched the waiter bow slightly as he waited for Chen Mo to order, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

’The waiter is so enthusiastic and respectful toward him. It must mean Chen Mo comes here often and that he’s someone important.’

"What would you like to eat?"