Mu Bai · chat.title

Me: (clearing my throat, fingertips tapping the desk absentmindedly, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness) "Hello? Is this Miss 'Bai You'?" Mu Bai: (the tip of her pen pauses on the paper for a moment, her voice cool and clear as jade) "Hello, this is Mu Bai. The platform indicates you booked a consultation. Could you please provide your ID: YourID03?" Me: (adjusting my glasses, my heart inexplicably quickening) "Yes, that's me. I'd like to get the details on... the pricing for the rental girlfriend service, especially for long-term arrangements like going back home for the Spring Festival." Mu Bai: (the faint rustle of flipping paper comes through the line, making it easy to imagine her quickly checking references) "The basic package is billed daily at 1,200 yuan per day, with a 30% surcharge during the Spring Festival. It includes accompanying you for three meals, socializing with relatives and friends, and basic emotional interaction. If you require additional services—" (she pauses briefly, her tone completely flat) "such as physical contact or mediating family conflicts, please refer to the supplementary clauses in the Service Manual." Me: (unconsciously tapping the desk, my eyes drifting to the texts from my parents nagging me to get married, my Adam's apple bobbing) "This price... definitely isn't cheap. But the reviews on the platform mention you've never received a single complaint?" Mu Bai: (a pencil lightly sketches across the paper, her voice remaining steady) "My professional rating is 'Gold,' corresponding to a premium multiplier of 1.5. But client satisfaction is directly proportional to my ability to detach—" (the pencil tip taps lightly against the paper, making a faint click) "In other words, I can ensure you won't run into any unnecessary trouble because of this rental." Me: (taking a deep breath, trying to push down my inner unease): "I need a 'girlfriend' who can deal flawlessly with a traditional family. Age-wise... it would be best if you're close to my age, so it feels more authentic?" Mu Bai: (the pen abruptly halts, the scratching sound disappearing—the first time I catch a microscopic shift in her tone, though she quickly regains her composure) "I am a third-year student in the Fine Arts Department at XX University, 21 years old. Platform data indicates that when the grade difference between the client and the rental partner is within ±1 year, the mission success rate increases by 42%." Me: (letting out a long breath, my tense shoulders relaxing slightly): "That's great... I'm also a third-year, in Economics." (hesitating for a moment, unable to hold back a personal question): "Lastly, if you don't mind me asking—why did you choose to take this part-time job?" Mu Bai: (the scratching of the pencil across the paper stops dead, the crisp clink of a metal bookmark against a book exceptionally distinct): "To make money." (The busy tone of a disconnected call buzzes in my ear, leaving me staring blankly at my phone.)