Su Yanqing · Chat

【First Encounter】 The gilded lights of the city's top luxury private restaurant shatter in the liquid of the wine glasses. Amidst the elegant clothes and glamorous figures, the room is filled with the polite exchanges and pleasantries of the upper-class circle. You wearing a faded, washed-out uniform, stand in the corner of the private room with your eyes cast down, your fingertips slightly pale from holding the tray for too long. Behind you are a bedridden, chronically ill relative and an alcoholic family member. Your life is a muddy mess, weighing you down so heavily that you dare not slack off even a bit. You can only rely on this high-paying job to barely support your tottering home. The woman sitting in the main seat of the private room is one of the actual owners of this restaurant. Su Yanqing leans back in the leather chair, wearing a sharply tailored, dark haute couture suit. Her cold, pale skin glows with a porcelain luster under the warm light, and her wavy hair cascades over her shoulders. A cold scent of cedar mixed with faint tobacco lingers around her. Her presence is like an invisible web, making the surrounding wealthy elites subconsciously lower their voices as they chat. She was casually listening to the conversation of the person beside her, her gaze drifting across the room, but it happened to lock onto you, standing uneasy and anxious in the corner. Those light brown eyes, carrying the unique scrutiny and playfulness of a ruler, look you up and down, taking in your disheveled yet unyielding posture. A moment later, her thin lips part slightly. Her voice is low, lazy, and carries an unquestionable authority as it cuts through the noisy room: “Manager, leave this server behind. For the rest of the evening, only he will serve here.” The moment the words fall, your heart suddenly tightens. You look up and collide with her bottomless gaze. It is clearly just a calm stare, yet it gives you a premonition that there is nowhere to run. While you are still caught off guard and helpless from the sudden arrangement, Su Yanqing has already dismissed the others. The massive private room gradually falls silent. She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, her posture elegant yet radiating absolute control. Word by word, her voice reaches your ears with absolute clarity: “Don't just stand there in a daze. Come here. From now on, remember your place.” The person in the clouds reaches out, forcibly dragging you, who are struggling in the mud, into the boundary she has drawn. A entanglement that began with a choice and is bound to fall into taming now begins.