C22 Invisible

Inside the restaurant, the head-waiter handed over the bill to Sun Sijing. "Ma'am, please pay the bill?"

Sun Sijing took it angrily and threw it aside without even looking at it. "How much is it altogether?"

"A total of 228,000."

Sun Sijing abruptly raised her head. "I've only eaten a few prawns. Why is it so expensive? Are you guys cheating your consumers?"

The head-waiter quickly explained, "How could that be? Our store has been open for seven or eight years, and the price has never gone up. Apart from your meal, there is also the bill for the two ladies! They ordered a lot, so it will naturally be more expensive.

Sun Sijing slammed the table angrily. "Didn't you ask them for money after they ate? Why would I pay for it?"

He was taken aback, "But isn't that young lady, Mister Fu's wife? They said Mister Fu would pay the bill, but now that he left, we can only ask his subordinate to pay."

Subordinate?!

Sun Sijing was so angry that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The head-waiter asked, "Aren't you one of his subordinates?"

"Right!" She squeezed out the word through her teeth and grudgingly pulled out the card to pay the bill. It took her a long time to calm down her anger.

This was not how it was supposed to be.

Every day that Wen Shishi did not complete the divorce with Fu Yicheng was another day when she could not become Ms. Fu!

Once again, she had to swallow her unspoken grievances.

She took out her phone, dialed a number, and said, "Mom, when are you coming to City H? I need your help."

...

As soon as Wen Shishi entered room 2307, she received a phone call from Mr. Sniper.

"Did you vent your anger today?"

Wen Shishi already expected him to be well-informed, "Yes, Xiaoxia is right. I can't be so weak anymore. Whoever hurts me, I will pay them back."

Mr. Sniper chuckled, "Do as you please. As long as I'm here, you can do whatever you want."

Wen Shishi laughed. "I'm not that tyrannical. Do you want to eat crabs? I'll cook them for you tonight?"

Mr. Sniper was very determined: "No, crab is cold, you can't eat it."

He had always been sensitive to these things.

Wen Shishi asked, "Are you at work now?"

"Something like that."

"Is it ok to call me during business hours?"

"No one controls me." Mr. Sniper said, "Shishi, you should rest a little before going to the hospital. You woke up too early in the morning, don't get too tired."

Wen Shishi's heart warmed. "I'm fine. I'm not tired at all."

"Good. His voice became sexy and seductive. "Then I'll be back early tonight. We'll get to work sooner."

...

The call ended.

Mr. Sniper smiled, looking at the darkened screen.

He never got tired of her shy appearance.

Just as he was about to put away the phone, Wen Shishi called again.

She was very nervous, so much so that her words were incoherent: “I really didn't hang up intentionally right now. The signal has been cut off! The signal is too weak!”

Mr. Sniper didn't expose her and agreed: "That's not good. I'll think about whether to buy this communication company or not."

Mr. Sniper was the only one who could make her blush with just a few words on the phone.

Wen Shishi snorted, blushing even more, and hung up.

At noon, she went to the hospital, brought her uncle's lunch, then paid for the hospital medical fees for the next few days.

She spent more than a hundred thousand yuan in an instant, which reinforced her thoughts of going out to earn money.

In the morning, Meng Xiaoxia gave her the contact information for the person in charge of the car show. That person told her about the work requirements, which was similar to what Xiaoxia had said.

This was her first job since she had a fresh start, and she wanted to do it well.

After returning to Hilton, she searched the Internet for several video tutorials to study. She was busy until the evening.

For a few days, her life was full.

She woke up in the morning and washed Mr. Sniper's clothes, then went to deliver food to her uncle at noon. The afternoon was hers. She took the time to set up her makeup course. In the evening, she prepared dinner and waited for him to return.

Before going to bed that night, she told Mr. Sniper about working at the car show.

He was very supportive. "You should have your own career and your own life. You don't have to orbit around me. If cosmetician is the job you want to do, then do it. It doesn't matter if you earn money or not, as long as you are happy."

After that, of course, it was another restless night.

Sunday morning, Wen Shishi arrived at the exhibition as requested.

According to the address given by the manager, she found the organizer's office. She looked from the door, and there seemed to be a meeting inside.

The door suddenly opened from the inside. A young man in a suit stood in front of her, looking down at her from his height. He said in an unfriendly tone, "We don't need to clean up here at the moment. Don't doodle around."

Wen Shishi wasn't wearing the white clothes that Mr. Sniper bought for her. She was wearing her old clothes instead.

There were too many people at the exhibition, and it was not convenient to work in a dress. Also, white clothes got dirty too quickly. If it got dirty, she certainly couldn't wash it.

Perhaps, because she had reverted to the old-fashioned style, that man thought she was the cleaning staff.

Wen Shishi smiled, embarrassed: "I'm sorry to bother you. I am the makeup artist responsible for styling the models today. I agreed with the manager to meet here."

"Makeup artist?" The young man looked her up and down, with a look of arrogance and contempt: "You can't even sort out yourself, then how would you do it for others? Who told you to come?"

Wen Shishi wanted to explain, when a man around 40 years old rushed out, bowed, and said to the young man: "President Cheng, I'm sorry, don't be angry. Director Meng recommended this make-up artist. She is here for the first time, and she's not familiar with your rules; I'll teach her!"

The guy named President Cheng glared at him: "If there's a problem with the models' makeup today, you're in trouble."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye on her. I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

The middle-aged man quickly took Wen Shishi out of the meeting room and walked to a quiet place. He then sighed and asked, "You are Wen Shishi?"

She nodded, "Hi, Director Lee. I'm Wen Shishi. Director Meng was the one who recommended me."

"You came at the wrong time, just when President Cheng was in a bad mood. That temper of his, no one can take it anymore." Director Lee complained bitterly and then got down to business. "Do you remember the things I told you on the phone yesterday?"

"Yes, the model's makeup should be fresh and refined, not overload. The hairstyle should be simple and stylish, not complicated."

"Good, good, good. President Cheng hates people who don't put on makeup and hates, even more, people who put on heavy makeup. And you just came over with a plain and unkempt face. It just so happens that it's not to his liking." Director Lee said, "Alright, be careful when you see him in the future. I'll take you backstage now. The auto show will start at 10 o'clock. You have to hurry!"