As a waitress at Dark Night Bar, she had more patrons request her services compared to the other waitresses. Youthfulness made money here, so the prettier and more beautiful girls were naturally more popular.

 Jie Ling lit up another cigarette calmly and took a drag.

“How’s your father?” she asked mildly.

 In a soft voice, Luo Nanchu replied, “He’s still in a coma.”

 Jie Ling watched her as she puffed on her cigarette silently.

 Jie Ling was her distant relative. After the Luo family fell to unfortunate circumstances, all of her formerly affectionate elders disappeared into thin air. Jie Ling was the only one who reached out to her and recruited her for Dark Night, making sure she could earn money to survive.

 Luo Nanchu was wholeheartedly grateful to this “Sister” who was more than 10 years her senior.

 “You didn’t manage to settle your father’s nursing fees this month,” Jie Ling said before looking up at her and asking, “Are you very short on money?”

 The attractive smile on Luo Nanchu’s face did not fade as she watched Jie Ling’s face silently.

 “Do you still remember Uncle Sun? He held you before as a kid.” Jie Ling’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Luo Nanchu’s prettier visage through the thin fog of cigarette smoke. “He’s been asking me about you recently. If you’re interested, I can make the arrangements for you.”

 “…”

Luo Nanchu’s lovely dark eyes shone with wetness, making her look like a confused and innocent-looking little deer. She licked her lips lightly before smiling sweetly and replying, “Sister Ling, I only remember having a Grandpa Sun. Since when did an Uncle Sun exist?”

 “…” Jie Ling shot a look at her before a cool expression instantly flooded her face.

She flicked cigarette ash away and said in a neutral tone, “You’re short on money now, and finding a man to marry isn’t like dating a man. What does it matter if he’s a grandpa or an uncle? Listen to my advice and marry while you’re still young. As a divorcee, you should thank the Heavens if you can still manage to find a rich man to marry, so stop nitpicking at everything.”

 Her words made her sound like a pimp instead of a relative.

 There were people out there who wanted to squeeze her dry of her benefits, but Jie Ling was going a step further by wanting to upcycle her trashy self. However, Luo Nanchu had absolutely nothing she could be proud of right now. After being slammed into the mud by Fu Tingyuan, she did not contemplate getting back up—nor could she either. The only thing she set her mind on was not dying because the rest of the Luo family would die along with her. She had to live well and earn tons and tons of money. At the very least, she had to live well before the Luo family woke up.

 Noticing her silence and her pale face, Jie Ling acted on her own initiative and took out her phone.

“I’ll contact him for you now,” she said.

 Before she could do so, her screen suddenly lit up. Jie Ling’s expression changed when she looked at the number on her screen, and she immediately stubbed out her cigarette and stood up.

Turning away from Luo Nanchu, she greeted the speaker respectfully, “Boss, it’s me, Jie Ling.”

 Jie Ling then turned around and shot Luo Nanchu a look, gesturing for Luo Nanchu to wait for her outside the door.

 The boss of Dark Night was a mysterious figure in Tong City. Even when Luo Nanchu was still the daughter of the previous richest man in the city, she had not been privy to whether the boss of Dark Night was a lady or a man.

 She was a little curious, so she deliberately slowed her pace. She heard the cool, mild tones of a male voice coming vaguely from Jie Ling’s phone. Even though she could not hear what he was saying, she now knew his gender.

 The boss was a man.

 And he sounded young too.