After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 8

Jiang Ciqiu didn’t know why she stepped forward, but by the time she realized it, she had already pressed down on the greasy middle-aged boss’s hand.

Truth be told, this kind of thing was all too common in their circles.

The wealthy could, to some extent, do whatever they pleased—especially in such unequal relationships. They could buy anything they wanted with money.

To them, flesh was cheap.

From the very beginning, Jiang Ciqiu had noticed the torn corner of Chu Han’s uniform from being violently yanked.

The beer-bellied man recognized Jiang Ciqiu and immediately let go, forcing an ingratiating smile. “Miss Jiang, what brings you here?”

Jiang Ciqiu arched a single brow, her tone sharp. “Oh? Do I need to report my whereabouts to you now?”

“N-No, of course not! Please, Miss Jiang, do as you like!”

The man took a few steps back. His boxer shorts, oddly enough, had a floral pattern. Glancing down, he awkwardly tugged at the hem of his shirt—stretched too short by his bloated frame—trying to cover the embarrassing sight.

Jiang Ciqiu swept a disdainful glance over him and sneered, “Wow, Director Liu, those shorts are quite the statement. Your wife has excellent taste.”

At the mention of his wife, the man’s expression visibly darkened. Realizing Miss Jiang was determined to stand up for this woman, he forced a sheepish laugh. “This is all just a misunderstanding…”

“Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, I don’t know. I only believe what I see.”

The man was sharp enough to read the room. He quickly understood that the final say didn’t lie with her, but with the woman behind Jiang Ciqiu.

At this point, pride was the least of his concerns—he just didn’t want to offend the Jiang family’s young miss.

His face plastered with an obsequious grin, his attitude completely different from before, he groveled, “Miss, I sincerely apologize for my earlier behavior. I was out of line, it was entirely my fault…”

“Hmm?” Jiang Ciqiu narrowed her eyes in warning, dissatisfied with his choice of words.

The man took a deep breath. “I was blinded by lust, utterly shameless, completely lacking in judgment…”

“Enough, enough. What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”

Following her cue, the man turned to Chu Han. “Miss, I truly am sorry.”

Silence stretched between the two women for a long moment.

Jiang Ciqiu subtly glanced at her “white moonlight.” Chu Han’s eyes were lowered, lost in thought, before she finally spoke. “So, any compensation?”

“Huh?” The man froze, clearly not expecting such greed.

Jiang Ciqiu, however, found it amusing. A faint smile played on her lips as she watched them, as if tacitly approving the demand.

The man addressed as Director Liu looked like he was about to explode, his face twisting in barely suppressed rage.

But he had no choice but to agree. It felt like he was being trampled by someone he had always looked down on—utterly humiliating.

“How much do you want?” he ground out through clenched teeth.

Chu Han held up a single finger.

Director Liu exhaled in relief, nodding eagerly. “Alright, alright. Ten thousand? I’ll transfer it to you right now.”

“No. I meant one million.”

Chu Han’s voice was calm.

Jiang Ciqiu raised a brow, surprised. A million was undeniably an outrageous demand.

Director Liu stiffened, slowly coming to his senses, veins bulging at his temples.

“Miss, you certainly have quite the appetite…”

“See if you’re even worth it.”

The current situation had him caught between a rock and a hard place—not only had he failed to get the girl, but he’d also lost a million in the process.

The Jiang family’s young mistress stood there with an air of nonchalance, completely indifferent. He couldn’t fathom the unpredictable moods of this little devil.

After turning various thoughts over in his mind, he gritted his teeth and said, “Fine, one million it is.”

He turned to retrieve a check from the private room, grabbing his suit jacket on the way out. Though it did little to conceal his massive frame, it was a feeble attempt at self-deception.

Just as he was about to write the check for a million, Chu Han suddenly stopped him.

“Make it two checks—one for a hundred thousand, the other for nine hundred thousand.”

President Liu clenched his jaw and began writing.

Unable to resist, Jiang Ciqiu leaned in and whispered, “Why?”

Chu Han glanced at her but said nothing, her demeanor icy cold—not even a hint of a smile.

This was a stark contrast to their last encounter in Country M, where she had remained gentle even after Jiang Ciqiu slapped her and later sought to explain herself. Now, despite Jiang Ciqiu’s help, she was being distant.

Had something happened in such a short time?

With the two checks in hand, Chu Han examined them before separating them by amount.

President Liu took a few steps back, eager to retreat and end this “unwarranted disaster.”

“Working here for a night earns you over a thousand—about thirty thousand a month, so a hundred thousand for three months,” Chu Han said, stepping forward. “This hundred thousand is compensation for those three months.”

She tossed the nine-hundred-thousand check at the obese man and said coolly, “This nine hundred thousand is for you—to stay away from me in the future.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t understand?” Chu Han smiled. “To put it simply: take the money and get lost.”

With that, her smile vanished as she turned to leave.

If others looked down on her, she’d return the favor in kind.

The man, struck by the check on his chest, turned livid but held back under Jiang Ciqiu’s watchful gaze.

Jiang Ciqiu looked at him, lips curling in amusement. “Until next time, President Liu.”

“Ah, take care, Miss Jiang.”

With a sway in her step and a toss of her long, wavy hair, Jiang Ciqiu cheerfully caught up to Chu Han, praising, “Not bad—you really know how to shut people down.”

“Though I think you could’ve been harsher with your words, held yourself a little higher—”

The woman beside her suddenly stopped. Jiang Ciqiu paused, turning back with a puzzled look. “Why’d you stop?”

Chu Han’s dark eyes fixed on her, reflecting the overhead lights like scattered starlight.

Jiang Ciqiu didn’t care for that piercing gaze—it felt too intrusive, as if it could see straight into her soul.

“What did you mean earlier when you called me ‘White Moonlight’?” Chu Han asked.

Jiang Ciqiu averted her eyes, thinking for a moment. “Nothing much, just a passing remark.”

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Chu Han,” she replied, looking away.

“Chu Han… Doesn’t quite suit you.”

The woman smirked, as if amused. “Then what name would? ‘White Moonlight’?”

The Jiang heiress, unaccustomed to being talked back to, was momentarily stunned. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel angry—instead, she chuckled, finding the other woman’s prickliness rather endearing, like a bristling cat.

“Are you always this fierce?”

“Have you always been this flirtatious when you speak?”

Flirtatious?

Jiang Ciqiu realized that her tone did indeed resemble the kind of teasing banter used in certain situations.

Like, say, in this kind of high-end club.

“I just thought… we’re kindred spirits in misfortune—”

“Kindred spirits? A bankrupt woman like me and the heiress of Jiang Corporation share the same fate?”

Fair enough. Jiang Ciqiu couldn’t really argue with that, so she had to admit her poor choice of words.